((Everyone is welcome to participate in whatever capacity they’d like until NOVEMBER 13th, wrapping up with an open channel event that evening (if it helps, I plan to be there 4pm MST / 6pm EST / 11pm UTC). In-world none of what is posted here takes effect until that day… I’m taking creative license and making it a new moon. Because spooky.))
Up to this day fliers have increasingly appeared throughout town, posted at all the posting places, boards, and halls, in the taverns and shops. Perhaps one was even slipped under your door as the day drew near. It is an invitation to the annual harvest festival, but more than that an evening to celebrate a good summer, a nearly quiet year, a relatively long period without excessive damage, dragons, or blight.
In the days leading up to the event tailors, shops, and even street vendors see greater profit as excited whispers come to a climax. On the morning of the festival, outside the city wall, tents rise upon the lawn of the Broken Dagger. Barrels of beer are rolled out, tables erected, space is cleared and festooned for dancing and contest. And as the sun passes into the afternoon sky the scent of roasting meats, corn, nuts, and sweet baked treats reaches back to the city to pull residents forth.
Denoting the path that leads to the Dagger, each post in the fence that lines the road is a bundle of flowers, heads of wheat, held with a bow of ribbon in varying color. When the trees clear you can see set upon the lawn two large canopies, several dozen large tables and benches, a slightly raised, wooden platform for dancing, and a field with an armoury rack and targets. By mid-afternoon the children of the laborers are already play, stick swords brandished. The farmers with the largest pumpkins, bakers with their pies, and quilters begin lay out their best work for view.