An evening festival celebrating the completion of the harvest and the approach of winter...
As memory fades into the gloom of twilight and the season becomes frigid, a final milestone must be met before sheltering for the stormy year’s end. Let not the deepening chill temper thy designs nor the growing darkness suppress imagination. With the passing of the cycle, thou mayest evaluate the experience of the paths travelled through relishment of pertinent memories and dispense the weight of mistakes from ventures past. Such reflection may evoke feelings of gratitude for the knowledge bestowed. Allow the abating moon’s gleam to stand as matron to thy mental encumbrance, absorbing adverse tension until the culmination of release by a renewed rotation, a new beginning.
The Harvest has come, and with it, a time for feasting, a time for merriment, a time for celebration with friends and strangers alike before Winter’s breath threatens to bite through the bones of any foolish traveler left in the wilderness. Beneath the waning moonlight, ‘tis an opportunity to cleanse thy soul of dreariness, undo the bindings of uncertainty and adjust course back towards the goal with newly invigorated purpose. For at the road’s end, thine own measure of fortitude shalt be matched only by the yield of the Harvest itself. Upon its waxing return, flames shall be kindled anew amidst the tavern to the fore, perpetuating as a beacon of realized potential.
Beneath a robust canopy, an ale of stout flavors begins to concoct, and a crafty brewmaster is said to have poached a fabled recipe from a tavern of yore. Proprietors of the tavern blend seasonal spices with newly garnered squash and begin stuffing fresh links of wurst. Warmed by solitary hearth, the lodge’s starches begin to bake and rise, whilst apples are baked into a pudding accompanied by a bone-thawing mulled wine. ‘Twill be an ambitious affair amongst modest proportions, yet wisdom gained by faults previously tread upon shalt alloweth for refined innovation. Vivid and famishing are the dreams of this wanderer’s next destination, but ‘tis the Harvest season, and nary a morsel must fail to be recounted nor partaken.
Let the insight achieved by previous sojourns hone thy methods, fellow wanderers, and press on towards the adventure’s climax. The journey will be long, allowing for proper preparations to be made, and further doubt to be washed away. A sudden sense of anxiety and excitement begins to grow as with the turning cycles of the moon’s glow, and with growing illumination from the waxing gibbous orb, a budding strength begins to take hold. No longer will the harsh rays of the hot sun obscureth intent or ambition, for the moonlight shalt guide thee towards transformative refinement. Set out with restored determination, and seek to fulfil thine own wishes, for the Halfmoon Harvest awaits.
Patron's strategy and accuracy were tested in the fading light.
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Two Tables
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Halfmoon Harvest
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