Tale Weaver Festival

(THIS THREAD IS FOR STORIES ONLY)

For the sake of his children and all those that he knew were going a little stir crazy on the island, Chimera had decided to invite outsiders from all over the realm into his territory. There were rules, of course. Guidelines that those from without must adhere to in order to gain and retain admittance. The mastiffs that had been sent out to spread the word shared these rules with each that they spoke with so they would be well known.

Together, the pack worked to set up various temporary dens, tents and bonfires. The invitation had specifically stated that the storytelling would start in the evening. Chimera wouldn't expect anyone to make the trek back to their own lands so late, so he assumed that many would choose to stay the night. The area for the storytelling would be evident, however. A wide fire pit was lined with stones and wood had been burning all day to produce low flames with red hot coals. Furs and cushions were situated in the soft grass around the inviting fire.

The black and white giant stood, the glow of the flames painting him in flickering gold. "Welcome to Fenmyre," he began with a nod of his blocky skull. "I look forward to hearing the tales that you have to share." With a nod, he opened the floor to whichever wolf would be bold enough to begin.

"Speech"