Where the Darkness Lies (Chapter 1)
As the day wound on, only a handful of events were of note. The lists were running several at a time, as it was only the practice tilts this day. The preliminaries would be set for the morrow and the tourney proper held the day after. With a hundred would-be champions, the many would have to be whittled down to a few. Several brawls at the many ale stands had broken out and then been broken up, either by knights or guardsmen. The violence was rare, since usually most of the fighting took place on the field of contest. Many are blaming the halfling carnival for the disturbances.
Lastly, each of you have a whim of fate take notice of your presence.
@Kharash: You find that no person bars the path for you as you walk, a corridor of space opening before you in the throng of bodies. The Norns seem to look favorably upon you as you slowly make your way through the crowds. As easy as the path has been, now before stands a fork. Two paths open up, one towards the lists, the other towards the carnival.
@Eli and Griswold: Fortune favors the bold, it would seem, for you are not accosted as the day begins to wane. It is easy enough to find fun at the festival, with many game and prizes available. The lot tickets sit idle, but not forgotten, as fate pushes you closer to an end. Many options for the rest of the day lay before you two. Where will you go, the stalls, the lists, or the carnival?
@Sigi: It is not hard to find the stall of the fabled runemaster. His craft has long been touted as the best in the world, yet not all are convinced as you sit in line to meet the renown artisan. Whispers of more than mere craftsmanship float on the air, with the more extreme leaning towards deals with other worldly beings. You also hear that the lot tickets are starting to be called elsewhere at the festival. Do you stay and see the craftman or risk missing a chance to see the Rose?
@Brother Sul and Fariel: Fate has brought you two beleaguered souls to the festival for reasons only they know of. Hidden in the stalls is not only a treasure of knowledge from books long forgotten and jealously guarded before being sold, but also the milling of people with tales to tell from all over the Empire. Where does your journey in Maypole begin?