((I wrote this with the thought of setting a scene and seeing who wanted to join in and see what sorta story we can all weave together. Feel free to add to it if you want.))
It was a rare day in Ishgard. The sky above the towering spires of the city was a clear blue with only a few wisps of cloud. Down in the Brume was another rare sight: in the long open area just below the Forgotten Knight a large tent had been set up. The bright red and white canvas covered a good portion of the open and level ground between the wall and the alleys. Inside, braziers had been lit to warm the area and tables had been set out. Every time the wind shifted it carried the smell of cooking food.
Inside the tent, several men and women were busily cooking up a meal large enough to feed an entire army: Roasted dodo from the farms outside Limsa, grilled fish caught in the rivers of the chocobo forest, antelope and boar steaks from the Twelveswood, and of course at least one person out there wouldn’t consider it a proper party if there weren’t miqo’bobs so a good portion of those were making their way to the tables as well. To one side of the tent, near where the alley ended, a bar was set up. Behind it were casks of stout beer and rum, bottles of whiskey and mead, all sorts of drinks for young and old alike.
Eventually all was as ready as it could be so R’shesha adjusted her holiday robe as best she could and stepped outside the tent.
“Friends, the meal is ready and the drinks are as well. Eat your fill and the bartenders will keep your cups full as long as you don’t overdo it. Please enjoy and have a lovely starlight celebration.†With that said she stepped aside and pulled the tent open for all to enter.
It was a rare day in Ishgard. The sky above the towering spires of the city was a clear blue with only a few wisps of cloud. Down in the Brume was another rare sight: in the long open area just below the Forgotten Knight a large tent had been set up. The bright red and white canvas covered a good portion of the open and level ground between the wall and the alleys. Inside, braziers had been lit to warm the area and tables had been set out. Every time the wind shifted it carried the smell of cooking food.
Inside the tent, several men and women were busily cooking up a meal large enough to feed an entire army: Roasted dodo from the farms outside Limsa, grilled fish caught in the rivers of the chocobo forest, antelope and boar steaks from the Twelveswood, and of course at least one person out there wouldn’t consider it a proper party if there weren’t miqo’bobs so a good portion of those were making their way to the tables as well. To one side of the tent, near where the alley ended, a bar was set up. Behind it were casks of stout beer and rum, bottles of whiskey and mead, all sorts of drinks for young and old alike.
Eventually all was as ready as it could be so R’shesha adjusted her holiday robe as best she could and stepped outside the tent.
“Friends, the meal is ready and the drinks are as well. Eat your fill and the bartenders will keep your cups full as long as you don’t overdo it. Please enjoy and have a lovely starlight celebration.†With that said she stepped aside and pulled the tent open for all to enter.
