TheBarbecueChip
2019-06-18, 07:35 PM
The Town of Sandpoint
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At dawn on the autumnal equinox the sleepy little town of Sandpoint awakes with a barely suppressed buzz of excitement. It's a festival day, a holiday, and everybody can feel it. The bridges into town creak under the weight of wagon and pedestrian as farmers come in from miles around to enjoy the companionship of their fellow man. Barges and fishing boats alike, along with a single two masted clipper bob gently in the natural harbor at the end of the Turandarok River, abandoned for the day.
Sandpoint's various merchants, as well as several travelers from far afield, set up booths along the main road that hugs the Varisian coast and runs through town. The Lost Coast Road as it is called connects Sandpoint to Magnimar a few days to the south and west, and goes as far north as Windsong Abbey. Today however all roads lead to Sandpoint, in anticipation of the Swallowtail Festival.
Everybody is eager for things to get underway, and as the sun creeps skyward a crowd forms in the square before the new cathedral. A wooden stage has been erected there and on it stand four individuals, three men and a woman. All eyes turn to the stage as the woman begins to speak.
"Welcome, all!" she calls out with a broad smile, "As many of your know, my name is Kendra Deverin and I am proud to serve as mayor of this fine town." She pauses as there is a round of cheering, it would appear that Mayor Deverin is well liked. "It's wonderful to see so many of you here to join us on this beautiful day. I'd like to extend my welcome to the many new faces I see in the crowd. I hope you all are enjoying your stay here in Sandpoint and, especially if it is your first visit here, I sincerely hope that you have a wonderful time. To all of the old faces I see today, thank you for coming and thank you for everything that each of you has done to keep this town strong in recent years. I see that even Larz has torn himself away from his work to join us today!" A wave of laughter ripples through the crowd and many eyes are turned to a serious looking man dressed in a leather jack with matching well-made boots and wearing a sour expression on his face. Kendra waves to him and continues. "I know everybody is eager to get on with the festival, but if you would indulge us a few moments longer please lend your ears to Sheriff Hemlock."
There is some mild applause and a dour looking Shoanti man, wearing a shirt of mail under a green tabard with a longsword belted at his waist, steps over to the speaker's position. He is broad shouldered, his skin is a deep tan, his head is shaved, and his dark eyes are constantly moving about the crowd. He shakes the Mayor's hand as she steps aside to give him room.
"Thank you Mayor, and welcome again to all of our guests and natives. Here's hoping for a wonderful Swallowtail Festival this year," Sheriff Hemlock begins in a deep, gravely voice. "However, even at this time of celebration, let us not forget the sad events that brought us to this day. I would like you to all join me in a moment of silence to remember the lives that were lost in the fire that claimed our previous chapel on that fateful night." The Sheriff lowers his head and the crowd joins him soberly, the occasional sniffle can be heard in the silence that falls over the square. After the moment is over, the Sheriff raises his head and begins to speak again. "In remembering let us also not allow these events to repeat themselves. Tonight at the bonfire, I urge you all to be cautious and vigilant." He raises a finger as if to belabor a point when Mayor Deverin can be heard to cough softly from the other side of the stage. Continuing the motion to rub the top of his bald head the Sheriff smiles awkwardly. "And ummm... Enjoy yourselves... Let me introduce the next speaker; please, give your attention to Cyrdak Drokkus, proprieter of our very own Sandpoint Theatre."
Nodding to the crowd, the Sheriff steps away from the center of the stage and shuffles awkwardly to stand beside Kendra. The man who takes his place is quite a contrast to the Sheriff; Cyrdak Drokkus is light skinned with a shock of dark curly hair, his clothes are brightly colored and perfectly tailored in the latest styles out of Magnimar, and he is also sporting immaculately groomed five o'clock shadow. What's more he seems to be positively bursting with excitement and enthusiasm.
"Well, thank you, Sheriff, for that... uplifting bit of oratory. Now I know this town has been through some hard times, but look at what we've accomplished!" He motions towards the church and a few cheers and whistles go up from the crowd. "And I'm telling you, they spared no expense with this place. Father Zantus' chamber pot? Solid gold, I kid you not. Our generous nobles put a pretty copper into the construction of this joint... and then they argued about what color tapestries to hang." Cyrdak pauses for effect and the crowd laughs heartily at his jokes. "I think the Churches may have chipped in a silver or two here and there as well! I even heard a rumor that all of the Gods got together and scrounged up the last four gold pieces we needed to get this thing built! But don't take it from me, the Preacher over there is the one with the direct line, he's the one you want to hear from! But before I let him kick this whole party off I'd like to take this opportunity to extend my personal invitation to each and every one of you to our latest production: The Harpy's Curse, starring the world-famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda as Avisera, the harpy queen! It's all premiering tomorrow evening at the Sandpoint Theatre and it is going to be fab-u-lous! And now join me in a bit of applause for his holiness himself, Father Zantus!"
The crowd cheers heartily, and several people wipe mirthful tears from their eyes as Cyrdak combines a deep bow with a sweep of his arms and a backwards scuttle to cede the floor to the final speaker. Father Zantus' traditional robes mark him as a priest of Desna and the plain but well polished wooden holy symbol resting on his chest confirms this. His straight brown hair is beginning to thin and the corners of his eyes have permanent crinkles but he still seems to possess a gentle bit of youthful energy. He smiles and raises one arm, trying to calm the crowd. The middle-aged priest looks noticeably abashed at the reception set up for him, and he shakes a teasing finger at Cyrdak faux admonishing the actor for his antics. Eventually when the applause has subsided he begins to speak in a thin voice.
"Ahem, thank you, thank you Cyrdak," He says with a sidelong glance at the performer, who grins cheekily and waves, eliciting another round of laughter. "And thank all of you for coming to join us on this most holy of days. Today is a day of new beginnings so I won't bore you with another long speech. I would just like to remind everybody that at noon we will be releasing this year's generation of swallowtails in honor of The Great Dreamer, and lunch is being provided, free of charge, by Sandpoint's own eateries. Then at sundown we will be consecrating the new church. So, without further ado, I wish you all a joyous day, luck at the games, and I hereby declare the Swallowtail Festival officially underway!"
A great cheer goes up from the crowd and people begin milling about looking for their friends, all while talking loudly. Children scream happily and race off to find their playmates among the forest of legs. Shouts go up from the various stands and booths as farmers try to sell their goods, performers attempt to wrangle viewers, and various carnival gamers try to entice people to play. The festival quickly swings into high gear with townsfolk, travelers, sailors, and countrymen all thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Characters who are not local may be arriving on the day of the festival or some arbitrary point before it begins. If you have been in town for some time already please note where you have been staying and what, if any, possessions you have left at your lodgings. There are two inns, The Rusty Dragon and the White Tail Deer, but characters could conceivably find lodgings elsewhere as well.
Feel free to invent parts of the scene as necessary to introduce your character and interact with the story. There are all kinds of fun and games going on throughout the day, and a little bit of searching around can find pretty much anyone or anything that might be present. If you feel like you need more information to make your post please just ask in the OC thread.
http://roleplayer.narod.ru/img/RotR_01.png
At dawn on the autumnal equinox the sleepy little town of Sandpoint awakes with a barely suppressed buzz of excitement. It's a festival day, a holiday, and everybody can feel it. The bridges into town creak under the weight of wagon and pedestrian as farmers come in from miles around to enjoy the companionship of their fellow man. Barges and fishing boats alike, along with a single two masted clipper bob gently in the natural harbor at the end of the Turandarok River, abandoned for the day.
Sandpoint's various merchants, as well as several travelers from far afield, set up booths along the main road that hugs the Varisian coast and runs through town. The Lost Coast Road as it is called connects Sandpoint to Magnimar a few days to the south and west, and goes as far north as Windsong Abbey. Today however all roads lead to Sandpoint, in anticipation of the Swallowtail Festival.
Everybody is eager for things to get underway, and as the sun creeps skyward a crowd forms in the square before the new cathedral. A wooden stage has been erected there and on it stand four individuals, three men and a woman. All eyes turn to the stage as the woman begins to speak.
"Welcome, all!" she calls out with a broad smile, "As many of your know, my name is Kendra Deverin and I am proud to serve as mayor of this fine town." She pauses as there is a round of cheering, it would appear that Mayor Deverin is well liked. "It's wonderful to see so many of you here to join us on this beautiful day. I'd like to extend my welcome to the many new faces I see in the crowd. I hope you all are enjoying your stay here in Sandpoint and, especially if it is your first visit here, I sincerely hope that you have a wonderful time. To all of the old faces I see today, thank you for coming and thank you for everything that each of you has done to keep this town strong in recent years. I see that even Larz has torn himself away from his work to join us today!" A wave of laughter ripples through the crowd and many eyes are turned to a serious looking man dressed in a leather jack with matching well-made boots and wearing a sour expression on his face. Kendra waves to him and continues. "I know everybody is eager to get on with the festival, but if you would indulge us a few moments longer please lend your ears to Sheriff Hemlock."
There is some mild applause and a dour looking Shoanti man, wearing a shirt of mail under a green tabard with a longsword belted at his waist, steps over to the speaker's position. He is broad shouldered, his skin is a deep tan, his head is shaved, and his dark eyes are constantly moving about the crowd. He shakes the Mayor's hand as she steps aside to give him room.
"Thank you Mayor, and welcome again to all of our guests and natives. Here's hoping for a wonderful Swallowtail Festival this year," Sheriff Hemlock begins in a deep, gravely voice. "However, even at this time of celebration, let us not forget the sad events that brought us to this day. I would like you to all join me in a moment of silence to remember the lives that were lost in the fire that claimed our previous chapel on that fateful night." The Sheriff lowers his head and the crowd joins him soberly, the occasional sniffle can be heard in the silence that falls over the square. After the moment is over, the Sheriff raises his head and begins to speak again. "In remembering let us also not allow these events to repeat themselves. Tonight at the bonfire, I urge you all to be cautious and vigilant." He raises a finger as if to belabor a point when Mayor Deverin can be heard to cough softly from the other side of the stage. Continuing the motion to rub the top of his bald head the Sheriff smiles awkwardly. "And ummm... Enjoy yourselves... Let me introduce the next speaker; please, give your attention to Cyrdak Drokkus, proprieter of our very own Sandpoint Theatre."
Nodding to the crowd, the Sheriff steps away from the center of the stage and shuffles awkwardly to stand beside Kendra. The man who takes his place is quite a contrast to the Sheriff; Cyrdak Drokkus is light skinned with a shock of dark curly hair, his clothes are brightly colored and perfectly tailored in the latest styles out of Magnimar, and he is also sporting immaculately groomed five o'clock shadow. What's more he seems to be positively bursting with excitement and enthusiasm.
"Well, thank you, Sheriff, for that... uplifting bit of oratory. Now I know this town has been through some hard times, but look at what we've accomplished!" He motions towards the church and a few cheers and whistles go up from the crowd. "And I'm telling you, they spared no expense with this place. Father Zantus' chamber pot? Solid gold, I kid you not. Our generous nobles put a pretty copper into the construction of this joint... and then they argued about what color tapestries to hang." Cyrdak pauses for effect and the crowd laughs heartily at his jokes. "I think the Churches may have chipped in a silver or two here and there as well! I even heard a rumor that all of the Gods got together and scrounged up the last four gold pieces we needed to get this thing built! But don't take it from me, the Preacher over there is the one with the direct line, he's the one you want to hear from! But before I let him kick this whole party off I'd like to take this opportunity to extend my personal invitation to each and every one of you to our latest production: The Harpy's Curse, starring the world-famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda as Avisera, the harpy queen! It's all premiering tomorrow evening at the Sandpoint Theatre and it is going to be fab-u-lous! And now join me in a bit of applause for his holiness himself, Father Zantus!"
The crowd cheers heartily, and several people wipe mirthful tears from their eyes as Cyrdak combines a deep bow with a sweep of his arms and a backwards scuttle to cede the floor to the final speaker. Father Zantus' traditional robes mark him as a priest of Desna and the plain but well polished wooden holy symbol resting on his chest confirms this. His straight brown hair is beginning to thin and the corners of his eyes have permanent crinkles but he still seems to possess a gentle bit of youthful energy. He smiles and raises one arm, trying to calm the crowd. The middle-aged priest looks noticeably abashed at the reception set up for him, and he shakes a teasing finger at Cyrdak faux admonishing the actor for his antics. Eventually when the applause has subsided he begins to speak in a thin voice.
"Ahem, thank you, thank you Cyrdak," He says with a sidelong glance at the performer, who grins cheekily and waves, eliciting another round of laughter. "And thank all of you for coming to join us on this most holy of days. Today is a day of new beginnings so I won't bore you with another long speech. I would just like to remind everybody that at noon we will be releasing this year's generation of swallowtails in honor of The Great Dreamer, and lunch is being provided, free of charge, by Sandpoint's own eateries. Then at sundown we will be consecrating the new church. So, without further ado, I wish you all a joyous day, luck at the games, and I hereby declare the Swallowtail Festival officially underway!"
A great cheer goes up from the crowd and people begin milling about looking for their friends, all while talking loudly. Children scream happily and race off to find their playmates among the forest of legs. Shouts go up from the various stands and booths as farmers try to sell their goods, performers attempt to wrangle viewers, and various carnival gamers try to entice people to play. The festival quickly swings into high gear with townsfolk, travelers, sailors, and countrymen all thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Characters who are not local may be arriving on the day of the festival or some arbitrary point before it begins. If you have been in town for some time already please note where you have been staying and what, if any, possessions you have left at your lodgings. There are two inns, The Rusty Dragon and the White Tail Deer, but characters could conceivably find lodgings elsewhere as well.
Feel free to invent parts of the scene as necessary to introduce your character and interact with the story. There are all kinds of fun and games going on throughout the day, and a little bit of searching around can find pretty much anyone or anything that might be present. If you feel like you need more information to make your post please just ask in the OC thread.