15 July<br/>514 C.Y.<br/>14:25<br/><br/>It was, as everyone knew, the week that the Summer Festival would be held. It was always held at this time. It was always held in Orlane. Orlane was a small village on the northern shores of Asgon Lake, about a four-day ride southwest of Westchester in southwestern Narvaria. It was actually situated on a large stream that ran out of the Ice Peak Mountains and towards the lake. The village sat in the shadows of the mighty Ice Peak Mountains, which were a smaller range connected to the Whitefangs.<br/><br/>Orlane was a peaceful place, and was pastoral, mainly concerned with farming and some minor logging that occured in the forests and moutains nearby. However, given the reputation of parts of the Ice Peaks, those activities were kept to a minimum. Tales spoke of things that were better off left alone in the old, majestic woods that covered the foothills, and more than one band of fools calling themselves adventurers had passed through Orlane, seeking glory and treasure under the canopy, only to never be heard from again.<br/><br/>Legends of the dwarven kingdoms that once permeated the mountains were numerous, as those of the fallen elven realms that had been scattered in the woodlands realms as well.<br/><br/>Every year, starting on the 16th of July, Orlane held a Summer Festival. Local merchants and citizens would ply their wares, and people came from the region to do the same. Invitations and tales of what to expect at the current year's festival would spread weeks in advance.<br/><br/>However, that hasn't happened this year. No one outside of Orlane has heard much about the place.<br/><br/>One thing is for sure. There hasn't been any mention of the Festival.