Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26383377-20180728220314/@comment-26383377-20180728234648

It was harvest season.

Large, mechanical constructs rose over the vast farmlands, picking the produce and tilling the soil for the next seeding, the entire city had got together to celebrate the momentous occasion, drinks would be shared, and parties would be thrown. The harvest was very, very generous this year, with the yield almost doubling in comparison to last year. Most citizens have received raises, as the aristocrats were certain their pockets would be overflowing from the money they’d receive for shipping out so much produce.

Roumi wluld Head the festivities even from within the inside, people chanting and laughing and sharing a drink. The mood was awfully positive, a rarity these days...