0 - Interlude - Fri 26/07/19 17:21 UTC
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"Oh. You must stay for Greengrass!" Reidoth was the first to exclaim that but instantly after him, Sister Garaele added her voice to the invitation followed soon by all the residents of Phandelin that were in the taproom of the Stonehill Inn that remained before the liberators of the Wave Echo Caverns settled in for the night.
Indeed, the festival was a half tenday away and it made little sense to not stay. Of course, Chandan had said his farewells and decided not to stay for the celebration. He explained why, and it it probably would have made sense if you understood why "the butterfly was heavy and the wind was so savory". Alas, folks are unique and Chandan was a prime example of unique.
Over the next few days Luminmorn took up the offer to assist the townsfolk with the cleansing of the mines and after that cleaning he would stay in Tresendar Manor and tidy that up too. It would be your home if you ever decided to settle down in the town. Proceeds from the mine would pay for the upkeep. It would surprise few if Luminmorn was thinking of converting the building into a temple to Lathandar.
The townsfolk were excited to have another that god represented in their town. Most worshipers in Faerun, aside from clerics and their ilk, worshiped at the altars of several gods. One prayed to Tymora for luck and good fortune and to Lathandar for light and life. Reidoth was a devotee of Silvanus so there would be many different blessings being doled out during the holiday.
The festival came and as tradition had it there was flowing wine, food and most of all flowers everywhere. It was the festival to welcome in the first day of spring which was the day between the months of Tarsakh and Mirtul. For some observers it was holy day, which it was for Reidoth who gave sacrifice by burying a wooden quarterstaff. Many townsfolk, led by Reidoth's longtime friend, Queline Alderleaf, participated in the rituals. But mostly the day was about blessings, prayers, song, dance and gluttany. Tables were set up and adorned with flowers in the town square. Everyone in the village contributed something to the event whether it was the food, the tables that food was placed on, or even just muscle and labor to set up. It was a glorious day filled with joy and hope for the town with the potential windfall of revenue expected from the mines.
As dusk arrived, plans for the future which had been delayed for a bit were now imminent. And with the impending disbursal of the heroes, Gundren Rockseeker stood up on a table to make an announcement. "Friends! Happy Greengrass to all! We have work to do yet. First, a final thank you to our heroes!"
And with that the entire town cheered and chanted the names of the adventurers that had rescued Gundren's brother Nundro.
"I have decided to host another celebration! This one will be to formally reopen the mines. The festivities will be held on Highharvestide, right here, in the town square!"
He looks directly at the rescue team and says to you, "I expect you to be here!"
OOC: This is a simple launching point for your time away from Phandelin and so that you may start posting. Zeim, you're PC is not here so, you need to chill a bit. This is really a way for the other PC's to tie up any loose ends and will end with them parting ways with a promise to be back here soon. If you have had a change of heart about what you'll do with your downtime, post the new objectives here.
"Oh. You must stay for Greengrass!" Reidoth was the first to exclaim that but instantly after him, Sister Garaele added her voice to the invitation followed soon by all the residents of Phandelin that were in the taproom of the Stonehill Inn that remained before the liberators of the Wave Echo Caverns settled in for the night.
Indeed, the festival was a half tenday away and it made little sense to not stay. Of course, Chandan had said his farewells and decided not to stay for the celebration. He explained why, and it it probably would have made sense if you understood why "the butterfly was heavy and the wind was so savory". Alas, folks are unique and Chandan was a prime example of unique.
Over the next few days Luminmorn took up the offer to assist the townsfolk with the cleansing of the mines and after that cleaning he would stay in Tresendar Manor and tidy that up too. It would be your home if you ever decided to settle down in the town. Proceeds from the mine would pay for the upkeep. It would surprise few if Luminmorn was thinking of converting the building into a temple to Lathandar.
The townsfolk were excited to have another that god represented in their town. Most worshipers in Faerun, aside from clerics and their ilk, worshiped at the altars of several gods. One prayed to Tymora for luck and good fortune and to Lathandar for light and life. Reidoth was a devotee of Silvanus so there would be many different blessings being doled out during the holiday.
The festival came and as tradition had it there was flowing wine, food and most of all flowers everywhere. It was the festival to welcome in the first day of spring which was the day between the months of Tarsakh and Mirtul. For some observers it was holy day, which it was for Reidoth who gave sacrifice by burying a wooden quarterstaff. Many townsfolk, led by Reidoth's longtime friend, Queline Alderleaf, participated in the rituals. But mostly the day was about blessings, prayers, song, dance and gluttany. Tables were set up and adorned with flowers in the town square. Everyone in the village contributed something to the event whether it was the food, the tables that food was placed on, or even just muscle and labor to set up. It was a glorious day filled with joy and hope for the town with the potential windfall of revenue expected from the mines.
As dusk arrived, plans for the future which had been delayed for a bit were now imminent. And with the impending disbursal of the heroes, Gundren Rockseeker stood up on a table to make an announcement. "Friends! Happy Greengrass to all! We have work to do yet. First, a final thank you to our heroes!"
And with that the entire town cheered and chanted the names of the adventurers that had rescued Gundren's brother Nundro.
"I have decided to host another celebration! This one will be to formally reopen the mines. The festivities will be held on Highharvestide, right here, in the town square!"
He looks directly at the rescue team and says to you, "I expect you to be here!"
OOC: This is a simple launching point for your time away from Phandelin and so that you may start posting. Zeim, you're PC is not here so, you need to chill a bit. This is really a way for the other PC's to tie up any loose ends and will end with them parting ways with a promise to be back here soon. If you have had a change of heart about what you'll do with your downtime, post the new objectives here.