The iron gray clouds overhead blot out the sunlight, drizzling rain and promising a furious storm to come. The citizens of Trunau begin spilling out of their huts and cottages, grim-faced as they prepare for the ceremony to come. The giving of the knives is a sombre affair; a celebration of the promise of youth in stark contrast with the dismal reality of life in the Holds of Belkzen.
Halgra of the Blackened Blades arrives, and in her hand she holds a number of leather belts. Each is attached to a sheath holding a hopeknife, a symbol of final defiance in the face of the orcs which have claimed the surrounding lands. In silence, she strides down the line handing one to each child present along with a lump of black coal. She then heads toward the front of the line, facing the children with a grimace.
I know there isn’t much of a hook for your characters to reply to this with an action, so could every make their initial post a summation of what they are thinking/feeling right now. This is a rare chance for some internal dialogue which will help everyone get a feel for the other members of the group. Welcome to Belkzen!