Prologue: Nice Day for a Festival
The chill autumn wind blows through the mostly bare branches of the lone oak tree that stands outside of Warrick House. A raven, with a snail in its beak, cries out in indignation at the warning of winter to come. Several strokes of the raven's powerful wings lifts it up off of the thin branch as it seeks a hard surface upon which to crack open its lunch.
Wings stretch out in a glide as the raven leaves the tall stone keep behind and follows the dirt path that leads down a hill towards the village below. No walls surround the village, and its human-built homes seem to cluster in a hap-hazard manner around the central square. This square is the one place in the village where paving stones have been put down, and thus it is the target of the traveling raven.
Yet, the square looks different today than most other day's the raven has seen it. Tall wooden posts have been erected at regular intervals surrounding the square. Ropes run between these posts, and simple cloth streamers hang from the ropes in varying colors that the bird can only barely comprehend. It lands upon one such rope, and its eyes dart around.
Wooden stalls have been set up around the edges of the village square. Each one is occupied by one or more person who seems intent upon displaying their handiwork.
There is a brightly colored stall where a woman with a patch over one eye is setting out a plethora of small objects, some of them shiny, upon a cloth covered table. Bolts of plain fabric, glass bottles of strangely colored liquids, small bundles wrapped with twine and an abundance of other little things.
Another stall is a colorful extension of the Smithy's workshop, and several objects of metalwork are on display while a smiling bearded dwarf stands behind the table with his arms folded across his chest. A young human girl walks around the table straightening the wares and making sure that the cloth covering the table doesn't get wrinkled.
Out in front of the Bear's Head tavern an outdoor drinking area has been constructed with poles and cloth awnings. Here a blond woman moves happily from one table to the next making sure that those humans who wish to start drinking before the sun has reached its zenith are well provided for. The raven can also smell baking bread, candied treats, and very thinly sliced pork.
The raven looks at the humble stand set up in front of the large stone building the humans call a church. There a dark haired young woman humms a tune to herself while setting out small stacks of slate tablets, bags of chalk, and a few small leather-bound books with the aid of a beardless man who has long dark hair. If the bird could read it would understand the sign next to this stand which stated "Art Contest. Win a book!"
Between two burly looking humans there is a strange contraption that consists of a wooden plank resting upon a cut log about halfway down its length. On the far end there is a large heavy looking rock. Next to the two burly looking humans there is a heavy looking hammer. The raven thinks about using the rock to crack its snail but thinks better of it.
Instead the bird ignores the plethora of other stalls and stands and flies towards the stone ring in one corner of the village square. This is where it has seen humans drawing out large buckets of water from somewhere underground. The important part, however, is the stones it is made from. Here, ignoring those around it, the raven cracks its lunch wide open and proceeds to eat.
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It is getting close to noon in the village of Settenhowe. This Godsday marks the last official day of autumn before final preparations are made against the threats of winter. Thus, it is the day that the locals celebrate the Leaf-Fall Festival. It is a time of fun and celebration where people from all parts of the village, as well as the surrounding farms, hamlets, and thorps, gather together to enjoy each other’s company one last time before winter. Many Needfest gifts are purchased during this festival as crafters from all over show off what they have been working on during the summer months.
The main attraction, however, is the central stage of the village square. Normally it is used for punishments and announcements. However, for today the pillory has been covered with a brightly colored cloth and the stage has been decorated with streamers. Those who possess letters would be able to read the sign that hangs from the obscured pillory for all to see.
Noon: Festival Open
1: Wrestling Competition.
2: Archery
3: Contest of Complements
4: Last One Standing Tournament
5: Feast of Flowers!
6: Bonfire at the Old Mill
Next to each of the listed events there is a cleverly drawn image the suggests what event will take place at the designated time for those who cannot read.
In two hours the festival events will officially open. For now the various stalls are just finishing being set up and a few early shoppers are looking around for the best items as the village slowly fills up with fairgoers. Currently the stage is occupied by a small gathering of minstrels who are beginning to play a jolly tune that one can dance to.