Woah. Its fast approaching the end of the year, and like real-life people who are preparing for the stock markets to hit rock-bottom, Mayians like-wise, are preparing for something of a different kind :
The Annual Mayian Fair.
Yeap. When Maya was founded about twenty odd years ago, then-leader Hevok and his right hand man- Khelid Kadashim worked hard to establish her foundations. Maya was flanked by the aggressive Lizardmen in the nearby swamps and kobold-kind in the brushland, while the dry desert north did not provide much refuge. What Maya did have was hardworking settlers and several parcels of farmable lands at the southern tip of the dry desert.
Hevok started the Scattered Brains Society- a peasant union, to develop the farms, while Khelid fronted the Mayian Trade Council. At first, Hevok was in charge, but he soon realized that while he was a leader by example, he was not adept at commercial dealings and subtle diplomacy. In less than a decade, Maya was soon a thriving fishing port, blessed with a great geographical location in the Caen mainland.
The Mayian people work hard all year round, and the harvests are bountiful at the end of the year. Hevok personally bought out a couple days' worth of crops and catches, and organized a small party in the centre of the town, now known to most as the Town Square.
This idea was overwhelmingly popular, and over the years, the tradition persisted. But this time, everyone came with a bit of what they had or could produce. Some even set up temporary stalls. These paved the way for the layout of the stalls at the square you see nowadays. During the festivities, you could buy foodstuff or exotic merchandise at a discounted rate.
The next edition of the fair is upon us in a couple of months. Hopefully, everyone will be able to forget Black Monday at the beginning of the year, and the current Northern killing spree; with the culprits still unknown. Tongues wag, saying that the Sccorian twins are at it again, as the burns look similar to that of the fire at the slums.
No one knows, but at least, the Lizardmen and Kobold threats have lessened, and the purple haze across the river quelled. One guy, a dwarf to be exact, is happy with these events.
Arlon.
His investment on the six fledging adventurers who had come to him at the start of their journey has come good. His business at Arlon's Finest is improving by leaps and bounds, while Guy, Fel, Trog, Dre, Emo and Weilian come back to him every few days- alive.
Which means they are gaining valuable experience while ridding Maya of another threat. It can only spell better days ahead. Ahem. And...
Not to mention the success of his own book- "Arlon and the Battle of Nowand4ever." (yes, the 4 is not a typo.)
It is a short story set in the northern plains of Destre, spanning only three chapters, depicting him as an orc-bashing war veteran in the epic Battle of Nowand4ever. The book would have been great if only the battle did not last so long (read: Forever.) and had sensibly ended by the end of the book.
Back to the meat and potatoes of the menu tonight.
Will the party ever expose "N" and his devious manipulations? What do they do with the escaped fugitives in their own ranks- Neekor and Weilian, when they return to town eventually? And is Penisters actually alive somewhere in Caen swigging spiced wine with Bakkor and Suanor? (or making sweet three-way love to them?)
Keep your eyes peeled in the coming few weeks for the conclusion of this chapter in our Caen campaign!
p/s: New comments on the left in the grapevine, and early Christmas gifts to be sent to the address in my profile. A hearty Thank You to the generous souls!
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