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[center][color=gold][h3]"GOOD MORNING ANDOUR CITY!
THE PHOENIX DAWN HAS ARRIVED!!!"[/h3][/color][/center]

A rawkless laugh echoes through the city as a single man stands at the gates of the city.  His hair whips behind him as if a wind has formed right in his face, in order to make him look dashing, larger then life.  He is literally burning.  His hair, his skin, crackling with harmless flame to show off his Genasai origins.  The city took all kinds, and now it had a hero, a living legend in its midst. 

Kyros, the Phoenix Dawn has come for the Festival of Destiny.  And he was going to make sure everyone knew it.

He walked with wide steps, hands balled into fists, nothing but pants and sandals and his backpack.  His shouting caused alot of people to stare but when he noticed he immediately shot them the biggest smile he could muster.  [color=gold]"Good day my friends!  I hope you enjoy the festival.  I certainly am."[/color]  The townsfolk didn't really know what to say to that, so they just waved, a woman laughed, another man shrugged and kept getting his cart together.  

In fact that was the start of his magnificent day.  

He would find some pretty women (A halfling, dwarf, elf, half orc, didn't seem to matter) and ask.  [color=gold]"My fair beauties, have any of you bare this mark?"[/color]  He'd show off his muscles with a flex, the mark of a bird on his forearm.  This would cause them to giggle but decline.  [color=gold]"Oh, truly the gods are cruel to me.  Maybe that wont stop us from having a dance later."[/color]  The fire elemental would wink at them.

He would go from stall to stall, one hand holding three flagons of different kinds of Lager and Ale, his other arm would have a turkey leg, corn on the cob, a shish kebab, and a sweet roll.  He had a problem juggling it all, but there was so much food, so many stalls and so much things to sample and try, well, he just couldn't settle for just a few.

A flagon of ale in one hand, he's sitting with a bunch of musicians and a small crowd of people of all shapes and sizes leading them in a famous bar song.

[center][color=gold]"To all I’m just a Bard man a singer and a bar man                                      
A man who has a penny when I sing a song or two
But to my friend’s The Party I’m someone and I’m hearty
A Bard they know and love and for a penny I’ll sing for you

(Chorus)
Fill up yer mug and please don’t fall down. We all fall down together or we’re paying all around.
So drink up friendship and leave and go on the town. For my friends the party I’m buying the next round

To some they’ll find a reason to beat ya for Treason
The treason is to oppose them when they’ve had a pint or two
Yet never have I ever on roads or in bad weather
Seen a more intrepid group then these noble few
(Chorus )
One is quite barbaric, another, a cleric.
One way or another they’ll have a fight or two.
The elf is not quite elfly and some of them are stealthy.
But a good pint of ale they never can ashew" [/color][/center]

Then the crowd started laughing as they raised their glasses together, boisterous laughing rising over the rest of it.

That was the first two hours, and Kyros was already making a name for himself as a loud if generous spender, but he seemed to really get into the grove of things, really live it up among the townsfolk.  Maybe he was actually having fun, maybe he was trying to make sure that whoever had the mark for him, they could easily do so.  Maybe he was trying to spread his word and legend.  He did seem to flex an awful lot.  In fact, he was hoping there was a good fighting arena in this city, maybe make back some of the gold he spent already.  In any case Kyros was having a ball!