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 Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 9:13 pm
A bright cloudless day dawned over Fort Hold. Up ran a red banner, flapping cheerfully in the slight wind. All across the hold, in every open space booths were going up.
It was the annual Firstday Gather, a time for everyone to relax and have fun.
In the center was a blue awning and a man sitting fanning himself idly. "Raffle! Raffle for the lovely jacket!" He called out half-heartedly to passerby's.
Raffle for Rough Cumulus Jacket: Tickets 10g each, unlimited.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 10:47 am
Standing at one of the entrances to the Gather, the one closest to the Weyr, was Fort's Senior Weyrwoman. Cradled protectively to her was the infant Valar. Dark rings hung under her eyes, a sign of her sporatic sleep. Still she smiled and greeted everyone as they entered the Gather.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 1:31 pm
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 1:42 pm
 At one of the stands sat a rather familiar bluerider, a pile of nice hide sitting nearby with some ink sitting before her. A handmade sign hung from the front of the table. A sleeping brown firelizard was curled upon the table and R'ign waited for her first customers to arrive.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 9:30 am
Hidden between and behind a row of stalls is an upturned crate and a shifty looking character. Behind him are a row of assorted items. Towards the far end is a shiny rock, a knife, some rough cloth and so on. The values of the items increase as they go on until there are four distinctive egg pots at the far end.
GAME:
Can you guess the right number? Prizes increase with a lucky winning streak. One may not win more than one egg pot, and it will be hard to win even that.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 6:15 pm
Selene sat back at last. Before her on the booth's racks lay all of the fruits of her labor, displayed neatly with their prices labeled. A sign at the booth's front read: "Fine Instruments, Premium Materials," with "Harperhall crafted" written under it in small script. Hand drum, 50 marks Pipes, 150 marks  Violin, 200 marks She leaned against the support of the booth, arms folded. She'd decided early on against a dress...too hard to handle when playing and moving about. Instead she wore a flowing, ankle-length skirt and a loose, dressy tunic, with her hair down. She hadn't quite gotten used to it, since it was always up... She smiled vaguely as the first people began to appear wandering through the rows, but no one stopped for long. They're just in the browsing mood, she thought. Maybe the real buying wouldn't happen until later...
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 8:06 pm
He was still amazed and watched the dragon fly between. He was greated by the head Weyrwomen and congradulated her on her new arrival. Then he wandered about not having many marks he just looked around a lot. It would be some time till anyone would sing including the choir ((BSing here, if wrong please correct me)) he was in. He hadn't been told to do anything else, but here's hoping. He just found a shady spot and watched the riders drop the gathers come in. He was wearing one of his nicer cloths, he didn't have much. It was a worn and slightly faded harper blue at least, a comfy tunic and trousers. He forced himself to wear his dark boots, he wanted to go barefoot but didn't want to disgrace the Hall. Arthas sat contentedly on his shoulder eyeing the passer-by as his master was and crooned to be petted now and again and was abliged by his master.
((You know.. You can interact.. I kinda feel bad being regulated to NPC status))
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 8:17 pm
Dilian sits near Selene's stall. Though he doesn't talk to her a lot, he has started hanging out with her, mostly to fend off being alone. Marinel's lack of other apprentices has limited his pool friends. Plus, maybe you'll run into Alerai. With that thought, he returns to the small parchment he holds craddled in his hands. Mumbling under his breath, Dilian practices the poem over and over.
(Hey, Arawath, I think he has become your tag-along. Sorry. With the onset of the Gather, I didn't have much time to make any friends. I hope you don't mind.)
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 8:51 pm
Ray fidgets, adjusting her Gather dress. Stupid finery. Someone at the nearest Weavercrafthall had visited a few sevendays back, accosted her, and gotten her measurements. The young woman had seem affronted that Ray tried to back out of it, and it was only the not-so-gentle reminder that dressing shabbily would not impress anyone at the Gather, and might make people think Fort Weyr was not being given the respect it was due that got Ray to finally agree to being measured.
Are you sure you're okay?
Of course I am okay. Enjoy the Gather.
She tugs at the dress again. She hadn't had any say whatsoever in the dress, all she knew was that it was a fairly good color match to Wrath's hide, except not nearly so rich a tone. Maybe Wrath on an off-color day. And that someone had wasted way too many hours of their life, embroidering intricate patterns in gold and bright yellow thread along the hem and bodice. It fit well, in fact, much too well.
The dress was her only concession to looking good for the Weyr. Her hair was in its usual, untidy queue, loose hairs flying every which way whenever a breeze happened up, and her comfortable shoes were mostly covered by the long dress, unless she happened to forget she was in skirts and took a step more suited to trousers. At least the skirts were full enough that she COULD move her legs freely.
She glances around for the rider who'd given her a lift from the Weyr, but he's already mingled into the crowd. Well, that's one person out of the way. Hopefully she could avoid talking to the Lord Holder this evening. Well, she supposed she was expected to at least greet the man, as he was the host. She was in no mood to be friendly and sociable. For some reason though, despite her bad mood, Isskio is wrapped snugly around her neck.
Squaring her shoulders, Ray enters the crowd.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 9:44 pm
Selene sat idly by the booth with Dilian, people-watching as the gather grounds began to fill. More riders were beginning to arrive with passengers, and she looked on in interest. Dragons were a treat to see any day...she was looking forward to seeing one of the great queens.
Her violin rested on her lab, glistening with fresh varnish. She had the bow in her calloused hands and was in the process of rubbing the remains of a stick of rosin across the precious strings. She looked at Dilian out of the corner of her eyes, noticing the paper he had in his hands, but didn't say anything. A group of men with the shoulder knots of journeyman miners from Crom passed by and she smiled, but they passed on.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2005 10:04 am
Aoki walked along the gather stalls, Kael on her shoulders with his tail wrapped around her neck. So far, she hadn't seen anything to catch her interest. A woman leaned against a stall displaying harper crafted instruments. She had always wanted a set of pipes so she could learn to play.
She spotted a set prettier than she'd ever seen. Aoki picked them up and gently turned them over in her hand. She caught a glimpse of the price and her eyebrows shot up, "150 marks? Isn't that a bit expensive?"
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2005 2:07 pm
Myyth walked thrugh the gather stalls, lookin at this and that, but not seeing anything she really liked. On her left shoulder Bnath, her somewhat trained bronze flit sat, sulking a bit.
"You should happy to be here. After your latest escapde I'm still I surprised I even brought you." She got only a glare in response. Shrugging Myyth sent her mind to her other flits, and recived images of the gather from the air.
Smileing once more she went over to look at a stall selling pipes and a few drums, perhaps her mom would like a musical thing of some sort for a gift?
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2005 4:09 pm
She sighed inwardly in relief as the other woman (was she a rider?) approached with an interest. Her question about the price made her grin. "For the materials I used? That's a bargain! What you've got there is top-grade skybroom. The best for wooden pipes...anything less and you get a muffled sound," she said in explanation.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2005 7:03 pm
Tolara shifted from foot to foot at the entrance to the Gather. She was faintly surprised to see most people passing through without a care although the great majority of those were holders.
A frown wanted to scratch it's self onto her face at the snub to the riders. She wouldn't be surprised if fights broke out today.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2005 7:08 pm
Lillianna had dressed in her finest tunic and pants of Harper blue, and after eating breakfast, walked out and began to browse the stalls.
As she walked past the instrument stall, she noticed another man in Harper blue, sitting off to the side, under a large tree.
Being a haper herself, she decided to go introduce herself tothe stranger.
" Hi, I'm Lillianna, Journeyman Harper, formerly of Ruatha Hold, Candidate Dragonrider. And you are?"
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