As dawn broke over the small town of Drumhaven the village folk were making preperations for the annual harvest celebration known as the Cervistival. Three young lads Richard, Anacrusis, and Bozon were unloading carts for their family tavern, while their cousin Silencia headed out for a day of trapping and foraging.
Unloading the goods was slow going as at least two of the lads were messing about, pilfering licker to burry for latter, and squabbling with the McPoyle boys from the next town over. On top of that they took a break to investigate a commotion in the town square involving the local black velvet bandits trying to extort more resources from the town because of some vague threat from other bandits. After that they decided to shirk their duties all together and head into the tavern for some gambling and merriment.
Out in the woods Silencia as at work setting snares when he came across a set of dear tracks and set to follow them. The dear seemed to stop for a time and then sprint several times along the trail. As he followed he came across a second set of tracks from what seemed to be an enormous elk but he chose to ignore them and continue on course. Eventually he found a lone doe that seem to have boxed itself in perfectly for the kill. Not questioning it, he took aim with his bow but before he could fire a wolf bolted out of the underbrush and took the doe by the neck. As the wolf stared menacingly at silencia, the boy took aim at the beast and loosed his arrow.
Back in town a dart buried itself with a thunk in the bulls eye of a cork target to the sound of cheers from a small crowd. Richard had just bested one of the McPoyle boys in a game of cricket, while Anacrusis collected on his side bets. Some harsh words were exchanged and a small scuffle broke out. Before it went to far the boys fooled the out-of-towners into leaving. Next thing they knew though, there was a massive crashing sound form the town center.
The boys rushed outside to find the maypole had come crashing down and was now on fire. they helped to put the flames out, and then tried to figure out the cause. The base looked like it had been carved away with some simple tool somehow without anyone noticing but the cause of the fire was hard to determine. They returned to the bar, but soon found that the wagons around back, which were carrying produce for the tavern and two full sized kegs of their grandfathers award winning muggle nut brown ale had been stolen.
The immediate suspects were the bandits who were demanding more supplies earlier in the day. Their fathers were fed up and, after chastising the boys for shirking their duties, they decided to head out and talk to the bandits about the theft. meanwhile, after hearing from a possibly senile old lady that the carts were taken by mischief spirits called grellkins, the boys found a trail. Though the path of the wagon wheels were obscured by the high traffic of the festival they noticed a series of muggle nut shells. These nuts are extremely rare and the wagons had a crate of them, so it was obvious that they would lead them to the culprits. The boys decide to set off on their own and redeem themselves by finding the goods.
Back in the woods, Silencia was having trouble with the wolf he had encountered, unable to match it directly he retreated to the safety of a tree. He let the wolf take the kill and climbed down once it was safe. He noticed that this seemed to be a good spot for trapping, and with the wolf driving deer into it there would be even more game traffic, so he set several snares to check on later. Heading back for town he again came across the large Elk tracks, and again he ignored them. making it back to town he discovered from Marry that his cousins had headed out into the woods after fairies of something and not trusting their wodsmanship he decided to go out and find them.
Silencia managed to catch up with his cousins as they tried to track the wagons across a shallow but wide stream. He tried to bring them back to town but they would not relent so instead he took charge of the tracking. they continued until dusk When they were suddenly set upon by a small pack of wolves. They fought them off from tree top and then found a defensible place to rest for the night.
behind the scenes stuff.
A great Irish Elk called the Old Prince, the Great Prince of the Forest, or the Elk King, was trying to lead silencia to a Whisper Well within Ulstahg’s domain in order to start him on his path as his replacement as the next herald of Ulstahg.
The maypole was cut down by grelkins as a distraction. Sadralin was near by when it happened and had recently drank a sleeping potion unknowingly. The crash startled her in her unstable state and triggered her latent magic. The pole is designed to be burned when the cervistival ends so her spark of magic mad the pole go up like a match. The grelkins, who had planed to light the thing themselves, saw this happened and, though confused, shrugged it off as a win. other grelkins grabbed the wagons while everyone was distracted and made off unnoticed.