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Statistics:Posted by yankeeschic — Sat May 24, 2025 5:48 am
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There is a new food festival in Skyreader island and getting out of Throal for any reason is a good one when the weather is nice. Jarock didn't require to much convincing to make the trip. We headed to the front gate and ran into Mal and some others who were also heading to the festival. Killian an Obsidiaman warrior, and a pair of Windlings Truk a warrior and Nib a wizard. The six of us agreed to head to the festival together and started our journey.
Leaving Throal and heading south along the road should of been the easy part of the journey but some brigands or that storm from last week and removed all the signs along the road. But we all know that the Skyreader islands are south of Throal and there aren't that many roads between them. As long as we keep heading south along this road we should be good. If not we will end up with a different story to tell when we find our way back to Throal.
We came across an elven farmer named Clem who was busy fixing his pig pen. Jarock offered to assist the farmer with the pen as he was carrying his tools with him. Nib asked the farmer about the pen and where were his pigs. Clem explained that they had just recently broke out of the pen and are currently in the wilderness to the north of the farm. How did we miss them?
I started to look at the pen and the tracks around the farm and I began to suspect pigs meant wild boars. I don't know what's gotten into the farmers around Throal but why do they all think that WILD boars are safe livestock for a farm. I mean if they were training them to become mounts for some of the smaller races or maybe being trained as war boars like war dogs it would make some sense. Wild boars are dangerous and have a bad habit of charging first and goring later.
Well I better get my crossbow ready and hope my traveling companions are ready for a fight as these boars are likely to resist anything we want them to do. Nib after talking some more with Clem grabbed a bunch of crab apples to lore the boars back to the farm.
We head back north in search of these boars and find them just down the east fork in the road we had passed a little while ago. Nib attempts to lore some of the boars to follow him back to the farm. After some failed attempts including throwing the apples at the boars and Mel getting a little to close to one them we were able to entice them back to Clem.
After receiving some directions from Clem we continued on our journey to Skyreader island. We had to fly?? or take some gondola up to the island as it was floating. I've never been able to fly before and still can't even after visiting a floating island, sadly. We all eventually get to the festival and there is a competition ongoing between all the various bakers. I noticed that there was some serious gambling going on about who was going to win the competition. I was unable to see who the favorite was and when Keystone, a Obsidiman, was declared the winning well the rest of the bakers started a protest.
During the protest some unsavory fellows decided to walk off with Keystone and board a ship, Soaring Espagra. We followed and interrupted the attempted kidnapping. A small skirmish erupted and we quickly defeated the kidnappers and turned them over to the local authorities. When we returned to the festival the previous protest had grown into a fight between the Windlings and T'skrang about who should of won and why they were the better bakers.
Nib figured another baking competition with the Windlings and T'Skrang worked as partners would help restore the festival. This competition resulted in even more wonderful food being baked for everyone to enjoy and solved the disagreement between the two races for at least this year. I didn't notice any betting on the second competition nor any pick pockets in the crowd so I was able to relax and just enjoy the food.
The next day after the festival and a good nights rest we headed back north along with a pie for Clem the farmer, since he was unable to attend. on the way the savory pie attracted the attention of some hungry wolves. We drove the wolves off and didn't even drop the pie and Clem was very thankful. I was just thankful that his "pigs" were still in their pen.
Strange that the trip back to Throal all the signs saying 10 leagues to Throal were back...
Statistics:Posted by redwraith — Tue Aug 18, 2020 4:05 pm
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I have heard that there is a new festival starting at Skyreader island. Sounds like there will be pastries, which I have only tasted once. I have never been to Skyreader island so the combination seems like a good idea. I head to the main gate but I have no idea how to find out if there is a caravan or some other group heading that way. I guess I was looking lost enough that a Windling named Nib grabbed me and 4 others to group up for the trip. It's good to see Jarok and Redsun again. There are also 2 new people I have not met; Truk , a Windling Warrior, and Killian , an Obsidiman Warrior. If nothing else, 2 warriors, 2 archers, a weaponsmith, and a wizard should mean a somewhat safe trip.
Apparently the roads outside of Throal don't have signs and after heading generally South, we came to a fork in the road. No one had a clue as to which direction we needed to go so we just guessed and took the one to the right. I got a bit of a wake-up call here and I will definitely be looking into learning how to navigate. We traveled for a bit and came to a farm where Nib worked a bit of social magic and we got some directions for heling out the farmer.
Boars again?! Really!? This time I wasn't quick enough to get out of serious damage. The farmer, Clem, said his pigs got out. He really should have specified these were the extra aggressive armed variety. Nib had a good plan and was able to get the group to lure the boars back to the farm with only the one incident. We found out we were headed in the correct direction and after a week or so of fairly easy travel, we made it to the shore near Skyreader island. I have heard there could have been problems on this section of the road but maybe we were lucky or just not interesting enough to harass.
We take a rope and pully carriage contraption up to the island and join in the festivities. The pastry contest was won by an Obsidiman named Keston or Keystone. It looked as if the T'skrang weren't happy and a food fight ensued. During the fight, our group noticed that Keston was being dragged off by some T'skrang. Thinking that was fishy, we followed and saw that the Obsidiman was actually being kidnapped. As they were being dragged onto a ship, the Soaring Espagra, our party attacked the kidnappers. The fight was mostly one-sided and we freed Keston handily. Nib figured out that the T'skrang were associated with house K’tenshin so they were definitely looking to make Keston a slave.
After saving the Obsidiman, we went back to the festival to find there had been quite the food fight and the fun vibe was now overshadowed by animosity between the Windlings and T'skrang. Nib had a great idea to get the two races teamed up together in a competition. The teams were to collect fish, fowl, and other ingredients to make a pie. Prizes for fastest pie, best-tasting pie, and fastest best-tasting pie were to be awarded. Betting was encouraged and the cooperation between the races greatly improved the mood all around. The winning overall team was Yajjo Sentekar and Kay Eterkalas. We spent the rest of the day and night partying and eating. I may have consumed enough pastries to tide me over for the next few years.
The next day we headed out for home and grabbed a pie for Clem the farmer. Apparently, the pie gave off enough of a smell that we were attacked by a pack of wolves. Nib bobbed above the wolves carrying the pie while the rest of us took them out. The rest of the trip back to Throal was uneventful. I am definitely going to make myself a better bow to be more effective in combat and learn how to find my way around.
Statistics:Posted by Rathan01 — Sun Aug 16, 2020 2:50 pm
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Time: 2020-01-14@23:00 GMT
GM: etherial
Circle: 2
Difficulty: M
Player Rewards:
Jarock: 3 TIPs, 800 Legend, 200 Silver
Killian: 3 TIPs, 800 Legend, 200 Silver
Mal: 3 TIPs, 800 Legend, 200 Silver
Nib: 3 TIPs, 800 Legend, 200 Silver
Redsun: 3 TIPs, 800 Legend, 200 Silver
Truck: 3 TIPs, 800 Legend, 200 Silver
Half-price on Training
Journal Rewards:
40 Legend, 50 Silver
GM Reward:
Daldorer: 3 TIPs, 39,000 Legend, 1,000 Silver
Downtime Actions Available:
Jarock: Craftsman 17 (Rank 3)
Jarock: Forge Weapon 13 (Rank 3)
Jarock: Item History 13 (Rank 3)
Killian: Craft Armor 8 (Rank 3)
Killian: Craft Weapon 8 (Rank 3)
Mal: Craft Weapon 10 (Rank 3)
Nib: Research 14 (Rank 1)
Researchers may spend 20 Silver for +3 Steps (the Haggle discount may lower this cost)
Further Information:
The first annual Festival of Pastry was a smashing success.
Statistics:Posted by etherial — Sat Aug 15, 2020 10:05 pm
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Was so good to get out into the fresh air, stretch my wings and fly a bit. I love Throal, but the magic outside is so varied and different – wonderful feeling. I really enjoyed strolling through Bartertown then taking those first, legendary steps on the road to adventure and the reported deliciousness of Pastry.
Yes, it was a rough assignment; travel to Skyreader Island and bring back a report to the Great Library on the first Festival of Pastry that the windlings had organized with the local t’skrang. A bumper crop of a huge variety of berries (both on shore and aquatic varieties native to the Upper Coil) had led to a cooking contest, and then the local merchants and entertainers got involved. Before you know it the conjunction of food, booze, music, dancing, and beautiful autumn weather had combined into something pretty special. So here I was, my pack on my back, heading out to see a bit of the world.
As I left Throal behind, I realized there were other travelers headed to the Festival. I met a stoic Obsidiman Warrior named Killian, a gruff Orc Weaponsmith named Jarok, a pair of Archers; Redsun, a troll and Mal, an elf, and a fellow windling, a warrior named Truk. They seemed nice enough and their patterns showed that they were all novice adepts like me, but yeesh. I waited and watched for a bit, but they were each off kinda doing their own thing. Finally, I just gave up n flew circles round ‘em a bit, and got ‘em into a party headed to the party, as it were. Safer and a bit of company can be a good thing with the hazards of the road. Made a note not to ask them to self-organize their way out of a wet paper bag tho >.<
As we traveled, we realized that even tho the route IS used quite a bit these days, sometimes the goats don’t leave much in the way of goat trails with instructions. In Throal, the locals all know the ins and outs of the halls, out here, well, the odd bit of shrubbery isn’t much for giving helpful directions.
At one of the key crossroads we decided to head down each option a little ways, to see if we could figure out where we were and where the tracks led, when we stumbled across a farmhouse with a nice famer fellow, an elf by the name of Clem. Clem was quite proud of his pigpen, which was full of, ahem, the end product of feeding pigs but no pigs, as it were, and a large gap thru which said pigs could wiggle. While I’m no dwarven engineer, our weaponsmith was kind enough to do some helpful rebuilding of said pigpen so that the holes in the fencing were smaller than the pigs, which I believe will be a useful improvement in the long run. As we weren’t really in any hurry in the beautiful weather, we agreed to lend the fellow a hand with rounding up his wayward swine, a favor for the favor of a local geography lesson and updated directions. I used skills honed in listening to aged dwarven scholars droning on, and on, and on, to put together a list of the swine, their descriptions, names, favorite foods, and so forth from the erudite Clem, at least on the subject of his piglets. We also gathered a large basket of the piggy’s favorite treats, a local over-ripe crabapple, and sallied forth on our mission of mercy.
Well, I believe Clem may just possibly have over-stated the “cute” and “beautiful” and other little descriptors of his porcine friends, as we discovered the pack of giant, wild boars with rock sharpened tusks rooting through the forest looking for tasties. Thank goodness for a bit of preparation. We fanned out, out of reach of their famous charge attack that Mal was good enough to warn us about, and I proceeded to bonk Albert (the first of said boars) upon the head with carefully targeted fruity treats. Crush fruit, make smell, leave trail, lead by the nose back to his new improved pen, rinse, repeat. There was some variation involved of course, as Cletis earned the title “Most Stubborn of the Swine”, but eventually all the “little piggies” were tucked back into their new and improved habitation. Poor Mal did wind up being gored by Franklin, but we were able to wash the wound BEFORE Franklin had rolled back in the, ahem, material, in the bottom of the pigpen, so yay.
Armed with an idea of how to get to the Coil River, we made our way to the little chain of islands that makes up Skyreader Island. The smallest, Guardian Island, is the closest to shore, followed by the mid-sized Rabbit Island a bit further out, followed by the large Skyrider Island well out into the water at the bend in the Coil. The t’skrang run an interesting basket system for visitors for a few coppers; even an obsidiman can dangle over the deep water current while the basket dips and sways, cranking the greenish looking passenger from island to island as you make your way to the main island where we could hear the party was in full swing. We did notice a number of boats docked at the island as we came across, but didn’t think much of it at the time, other than that the largest ship had some t’skrang that were kinda being jerks. They were trying to undercut the nominal price the locals were charging for the basket system with their ferry service, but the vibe was weird.
Once on the island is was AMAZING. Great food, drink, music, art, crafts, fresh air, sunlight, beautiful river views, t’skrang, windling and visitors all having a good time. Very FUN. Could almost feel Floranuus passion of revelry watching over it all and grinning. Had a bit of silver in my pocket and shared it out with my companions so we could all pick n choose the treats of our choice. Such a celebration.
We quickly realized that the main event was a pastry contest with three leading contestants, at least by the bookies’ reckoning. The “Big Three” had all made over the top Pastry concoctions with consummate skill and magic. Lilander Flutterby may have been covered in frosting, but the petite female windling had crafted an amazing Brillberry recipe was a drizzle of glaze that had the judges wowed. Patron Gatrench represented the local t’skrang and his pie was pure magic flavor that proved irresistible to the judges. Keystone… …how to describe Keystone… …hmm… …the obsidiman is… …slow… …but focused on his craft in a mentally might not be all there in other ways but, Ooooh, the talent. He magically crafted a series of liquors from the local berries, and marinated fresh berries in the liquor, all in a pastry shell so light it almost floated off the plate. That sauce… That crust… …those berries… …the judges surrendered, and the visiting Pastry Master was declared the First Ever Winner of the Skyrider Island Pastry Festival Grand Pastry Event!
Then it went sideways.
Some folks in the crowd began booing and saying the contest was rigged, and started flinging pastry in the most wasteful of fashions. (I did enjoy the flavor of that last berry pie, but it took FOREVER to get the stains out, and that POOR banner I was hiding, behind, tsk). We of course were looking at the whole thing as a distract-o-riot bit of transparency, and so it was. The booers started jostling the winner away from the award stand, and the pastry chef kidnapping heist was ON!
What could we do? As heroes, it was obviously our duty to protect the chef and prevent Barsaive’s loss of his talent and his recipe! We intercepted the villains as they hustled the kidnapped cook to the docks, and low and behold, it was the jerks from earlier readying the ship for a hasty departure. Their leader, a sorry excuse for a boatman by the Name of Leftenant, I mean, seriously, who chooses that sort of name for a hatchling, was all “Quick, take the slave for the shivalaha! He will make a pastry chef worthy of her holiness!”. Blerg. No surprise, the lizard had the symbol of the nine diamonds on him, and the ship, the Soaring Espagra was allied with house K’tenshin.
Well, my companions and I put quick work to the ijit and his goons. Of course, all we wanted to do was rescue the chef. There was no need to hurt anyone once the kidnappers got out of our way. All but ijit got off with a few bruises. Am sure it was completely accidental the way the ijit slipped and fell on Jarok’s Warhammer. Twice. The brains did make an awful mess on the deck, and he *might* have been able to recover if he hadn’t slid overboard in all that blood with his neck broken at a funny angle, but am sure the fishies enjoyed their meal.
Speaking of plausible deniability, out came the Captain, one Gerri Van Drake, explaining that the ijit never was very bright and that he was acting completely on his own with no official sanction or connection to the slavers, er merchants, of House K’tenshin or the shivalaha – glad we got that cleared up. She told us to get off her ship, and looked very irritated with us when we mumbled something about “taking the kidnappers to the watch" while we were dragging a chunk of her roped up crew off the ship. The bag of silver she tossed our way distracted us long enough for the Soaring Espagra to launch, but I think she might, privately, have been somewhat displeased with us. I didn’t understand the half heard reference to “something something too, if not for you meddling kids…” as she drifted down the river, but am sure it’s unimportant.
Back at the festival, we schmoozed and drank and had a lot of fun now that we were in the inner circle of the winning chef, but the shenanigans of the K’tenshin had changed the mood a bit. We put our heads together and sponsored a contest for TEAMS of t’skrang and windlings to compete in. The t’skrang racing and fishing while the windlings scavenged materials on land to make a savory pie, with awards for fastest completed pie and best tasting pie. Point was less about the pie truthfully, than to change the tone to an experience where the t’skrang and windling neighbors would be working together and make some fun memories as they settle on the island side by side.
We got a T’skrang Troubadour by the Name of “Loud by Nature”, again, who is naming these hatchlings? to busk and promote the thing, while we ran rumors through the bookies to get things built up to a fever pitch. The fastest pies were really awful, and took iron stomachs to eat. The best pie category was a delight tho. The Pastry-Team Chef-Race Bestist-Pie was won by a t’skrang Named Yajjo Sentekar & her partner, a windling cook Named Kay Eterkalas. We danced the night away and PARTIED. Was a blast.
The next day, we got up a little late and started our journey back to Throal, carrying a gift basket o goodies for poor Clem, who was unable to leave his adoring piggies and make it to the festival. I don’t know why, but I DID feel compelled to wear that little red cloak with the hood on it. Sure enough, we were accosted by wolves drawn to the basket as if by magic. My what big teeth they had. By this point, our teamwork had gotten pretty smooth, and we kicked some furry tushy and sent all but the alpha wolf packing. He alas, needed to be taken down a peg or two in an arrow sticking out of him sort of way. I was very relieved when we reached the farm and delivered the goodies WITHOUT finding the house blown down, but what do I know?
Anyway, the attached appendices contain details of the festival, layout, contests, merchants, recipes, and yes, an entire section is dedicated to Clem’s piggies. Have also included sketches of the sailing ship, the Soaring Espagra, notes on crew numbers, capacity, draft, observed speed and so forth, along with a drawing of Captain Gerri and what we were able to learn about her on the island. Peace on the local section of the Coil is important to the safety of the growing community on Skyreader Island, and the local t’skrang and those of nearby Kampung Gajah are both allied with House V’strimon. If K’tenshin slavers are extending their activities up the Coil with impunity, House V’strimon’s counter moves may put the safety of the islanders at risk. Only time will tell, but please flag this report for Eye of Throal analysis.
Respectfully
Nib
Statistics:Posted by Serespar — Sat Aug 15, 2020 6:24 am
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As I completed my journey from the Servos jungle and arrived at the gates of Throal, I met a mixed group Exiting Throal. They told me that they were going to a festival at the windling settlement, and asked me if I wanted to come along. I really want to meet the Throalish windlings, so I eagerly said yes. THEY DID NOT TELL ME THE FESTIVAL WAS A WHOLE WEEKS TRAVEL AWAY!
On the way there, we took a wrong turn at a fork, and ended up talking to a farmer by the name of Clem who's pigs had busted out of their enclosure. We volunteered to fetch them for him. HE DID NOT TELL US THAT THEY WERE VICIOUS WILD BOARS! We learned that they liked crab apples, and got them to follow us home. Only one of us got gored.
Finally (AFTER A WEEK OF TRAVEL!) we arrived at the festival, which was wonderful. there was food and drink of all kinds, all day and all night (but mostly pies and pastry). On the first day of the festival they judged the best pastry. The favorites were a windling by the name of Llander Flutterby, with a brillberry pie, a T'Skrang by the name of Patron Gatrench, with a blueberry winedark cream pie.that was by far the best decorated. Also an Obsidiman chef by the name of Keston who made a mixed berry compote, who was the final winner.
Both the Windlings and the T'Skrang were upset that their own champion cooks did not win, and a pie fight broke out. In the chaos of the food fight, we noticed somebody hustling the Obsikiman winner away. We followed and caught up in time to hear the ships Leftenant order the ship launched and the confused Obsidiman protesting that he did not want to go anywhere. We fought the leftenant and the anchor watch, and beat them senseless and recovered the Obsidiman. The captain then came on deck and apologised for the fracus, and gave us a small purse of money in exchange for returning her crew. The captain's name was Gerri Van Drake of the Soaring Eapagra.
One of my traveling companions had organized a fish and fowl pie making contest that was to be completed by mixed teams of windlings and T'Skrang. There were prizes for the first pie completed, and for the best pie. I volunteered to be a judge, and boy was that a mistake, Some of the first pies submitted were 3/4 raw! However many of the later pies were very, very good. We judges had a hard time deciding before we finally decided to award the best pie award to the team of Yajjo Sentekar & Kay Eterkalas.
At the end of the week the whole community was in a stupor from overeating. I was frankly still feeling ill from my stint as a meat pie judge, so stayed on for a few more days. The others returned directly t o Throal. They took a nice cobbler to Clem, but My understanding is that the tasty cobbler attracted wolves.
Statistics:Posted by ChrisDDickey — Sat Aug 15, 2020 5:40 am
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Redsun invited me to a pie party or something. Nothing to do, so tagged along. Got lost, found pig farm. Pigs ran away. Fixed pig pen. Pigs were vicious boars. Led back to farm. No fight. Got directions to Skyreader Island.
Found Skyreader Island. Entered by pulley system. Lots of sweets, lots of crazy Windlings, lots of T'Skrang. Made wooden toys for kids. Confectionary contest won by Obsidiman. Food fight broke out. Many upset Windlings and T'Skrang. Obsidiman captured. Followed to boat. Beat the crew, killed the Leftenant. Bound the crew. Captain paid ransom. Set up contest to encourage Windlings and T'Skrang to work together. They made fish and fowl pies. Truck and Mal were judges. Truck threw up many times. Took pie back to pig farm. Truck stayed in Skyreader Island. Ambushed by wolves. Got wounded. We fought like true Orks. Returned to Throal.
Fought well. Used focused targeting. Disrupted lines against ship crew. Killian and Truck formed front line. Good warriors. I was highly effective in encouraging retreat. Against wolves, not so well. No formation. Blindsided many times. Redsun did great archery. With Mal, I killed Alpha. Left with one wound. No injuries to teammates.
Waste of time. Don't like sweets. The fish and fowl pies were good. Need better jobs. Still have to investigate the city north of Servos Jungle. Add K'tenshin to parties of interest. Worked on Mal's bow. Still hate journals. Weaponsmith, not scholar.
Statistics:Posted by predajey — Sat Aug 15, 2020 4:45 am
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Circle: 1
Discipline: Wizard
Unique: A friendly flying astral sensitive and spell slinger, (buffs n attacks), with some social skills [Yep, he's a windling]
Downtime: Talents and Skills that other characters can use over downtime:
[Research Skill] [Step 14] ([1]) ([His background is as a page working at the Great Library of Throal. He has the Speed Reading spell with the Increase Effect extra thread for +6 to Research tests; Perception step 7 + Skill Rank 1 + Speed Reading Spell 6 = Step 14])
Statistics:Posted by Serespar — Fri Aug 14, 2020 3:37 pm
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Date Player last played: Aug 6th.
ECR: 1
Discipline: Warrior - Windling.
Quote/Unique:
Notable Abilities: Slice and Dice
Downtime:
Secondary character.
Statistics:Posted by ChrisDDickey — Fri Aug 14, 2020 3:35 pm
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Last time you (player) played: 2020-08-08
Circle: 2
Discipline: Archer
Quote/Unique: I shoot arrows and I know things.
Notable Abilities: Putting holes in places there shouldn't be holes.
Downtime: Craft Weapon (rank 3, step 10)
Statistics:Posted by Rathan01 — Fri Aug 14, 2020 2:30 pm
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Discipline: Archer
Quote/Unique: Big and hard hitting
Notable Abilities: Bring's the rain
Downtime:
Statistics:Posted by redwraith — Fri Aug 14, 2020 1:13 pm
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Last played: Aug 12
ECR: 2
Discipline: Weaponsmith
Quote: "Words?" Grunts disgruntledly and mutters under his breath, "Weaponsmith, not scholar."
Notable Abilities: Tactics(3)
Downtime:
Forge Weapon (ESR 13)
Craftsman (ESR 17)
Item History (ESR 13)
Secondary character
Statistics:Posted by predajey — Fri Aug 14, 2020 1:03 pm
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Circle: 2
Discipline: Warrior
Notable Abilities: Hitting Really hard
Downtime: Craft weapon and armor step 8
22:00GMT is the earliest time for me
Statistics:Posted by iceface9 — Fri Aug 14, 2020 12:01 pm
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GM: etherial
Circle: 2
Difficulty: Medium
Rumor: The windlings of Skyreader Island are planting berry bushes along one side of the island and getting absolutely smashed on sugar; the local T'Skrang include a number of fanatic cooks and the new Festival of Pastry is born. Victory, however, has not been sweet as the participants fight over who exactly gets to keep the leftovers...and the winners.
Note: Game will probably start at 23:00 GMT and last four hours, but I am flexible, so if you have a limited range of times available, please list them.
Statistics:Posted by etherial — Fri Aug 14, 2020 11:53 am
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