Dayum We Roll Hard
(?)Community Member
- Report Post
- Posted: Fri, 16 May 2014 05:50:38 +0000
___________________________________________________________
_____________________________
_______
_____________________________
_______
- Chapter Ten: Fields of Love
Everything is interconnected.
With the closing of the latest adventure, we are brought to a fresh, third group of travellers, ones unlike any we've ever seen: from blacksmiths to herbalists, from knights to bounty hunters, from bourgeoisie to royalty. No matter their interests, goals, or motivations for travelling, the result is that their strings of fate weave together today, in the glorious town of Cantarta.
Cantarta, a town whose population could pass off as a city during its busiest seasons, is located on a series of north facing Cliffrock steeps. In the winter this land is laden with frost and snow. Come Springtime, the middle levels of the vertical town was like the equivalent to a desert oasis. Overlooking the woods of Albrind West and the fields much further ahead in the far distance, the west facing cliffs above the main town afforded much cover against the brutalist winds from the mountains of the East.
It was so that Cantarta was the optimal breeding grounds in all of Cliffrock for the Ancalamalita, the Gala of Flowers, a week long local celebration created to admire the the spring blooms that arrived in this nook of land every year before they did in any others in Cliffrock. This once small annual tradition swiftly grew to a magnificent festival as more passersby discovered this scenic town on their way to the annual trade show hosted by Northenwood's Trade Capital. Over the past 30 years, the town flourished as more and more caravans made a point to pass by this corner of cliffs, with some of its voyagers purposely stopping by the town with the aim to partake in the festivities.
Yearly, merchants arrived selling off unique wares. Some were trying to make a quick coin off the goods they hadn't been able to dispose of since last arriving at the town, while others brought excess of the newest styles from Westerwood, the most desired spices from Shahrazad, and the latest shady merchandise from Dreywood, hoping to wow and inspire. Other travellers arrived at Cantarta to listen to the enchanting love story and local legend of the Sir and Lady Innamor. Some were there to admire the unique varieties of flora like the Dragon Lilies. It was from these blooms that the love story had blossomed from, although there were some who claimed it was the other way around.
Voyagers would also find Cantarta to be the latest place of intrigue. A castle overlooks the town from the edge of the highest cliff, and this magnificent building was said to once be the home of the Innamors. It was also said to be haunted. What else would explain the mysterious fire that engulfed the abandoned building three days past? Any investigation attempts by the townsfolk were soon thwarted by the sporadic and freezing showers that recently been plaguing the land, although it was believed that was only thanks to this rogue weather that the flamed managed to be doused.
Those not charmed by ghost stories, knees deep in shopping for exotic fineries, or too discouraged by the terrible weather, would have been remarking the lack of Shahrazadian competitors and other Eastern guests. Some attributed the situation with a supposed mile high magical barrier that stretched endlessly north and south right down central Bethryl, but at this point it was all incredulous stories and rumours. No way was there anyone powerful enough to make a wall that large.
Our focus now returns to a choice few individuals. These adventurous men and woman were all from caravans en route to the Northern Trade Capital in Northenwood that were making stops in Cantarta, just in time for the Ancalamalita. Many of them were inside; the latest bout of freezing rain from the heavens had been brutal for any prospective sellers and buyers, but the few rays of sun peeking through the crowd cover hinted at a better day ahead. Already the taverns and bars in town were abuzz with excitement, pleasantries, singing, dancing, and uncrushable spirits. There wasn't long to wait for the the buyers and sellers to rush to the streets once more, and when that happens, there was no telling what else these new travellers of ours might find and discover in this town.