FAWTL Team 2: Wrath of the Righteous

[Jess Door GM]

For several weeks, excitement has been building in Kenabres - Armasse is coming!

While the significance of the holiday has waned over much of the world since the death of Aroden, Iomedae’s followers still celebrate this festival, though it has become more about training the populace in weapons use, brave knights choosing new squires to train for the Crusade, and the ordination of priests than the gathering of clerics and scholars to ponder the lessons and meaning of history.

Kenabres’ citizenry are always ready for battle, but on this morning the armed and armored citizens roaming the streets have smiles on their faces and a certain bounce in their step, instead of the down cast eyes, strained expressions and heavy gait that is the more usual day to day sight. Weapons are sheathed nonchalantly, often festooned with bright ribbons on the hilt or haft representing some heraldry or another, and it is apparent from the glint of sunlight off many a knight or armsman’s polished armor that most everyone has made an effort to make the best impression they can for the day.

While the official opening ceremony isn’t scheduled to happen until noon, if this Armasse is like any other, Clydwell Plaza will be full at least half an hour earlier. The jousting matches and combat trials, as well as many performers providing more entertainments that Kenabres has seen in the previous year will begin once Lord Hulrun has officially blessed the festivities.

Street vendors can be heard calling attention to their wares before dawn fully breaks and every shopkeeper has his best ready for the crowds that are already beginning to fill the streets.

Hiro:

You stagger as you emerge from the strange portal you entered, and nearly trip over some very fragrant refuse. You're in a back alley in some outlandishly strange city. The sun is blocked out by the height of the buildings to your right and left, and they're not stately homes with gracefully curved tile roofs, but rather seem to be simple thatch and wood. Before you is a street, filled with people in brightly decorated and well shined plate armor, like those few grizzled crusaders whose families fled to Tian Xia decades ago sometimes wear - except these aren't ancient dented and repaired suits of armor, these appear new, and the sun shining off their shined surface nearly blinds you as you blink in the dim twilight of the shadowed alley.

There is strange music playing, and everyone who walks by seems to be smilng and laughing. A delicious smell wafts your way as a woman in a bright blue dress walks by the alley entrance with a platter of skewered meat.

Take a moment to introduce your character, and talk about what you plan to do for the morning.