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You could start by having a few simple characters introduced by making them enter the festival grounds. you can always decide not to do anything with them.
You can also always introduce some unnamed characters to flesh out the scene some more.

Maybe you make a character that's responsible for the fireworks?

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Background music.

It started to rain, not much. Just a few thick drops of warm rain showered down on the earth. A wet summer breeze washed a rain cloud over the village from the sea.

A gale of wind rushed trough the festivity grounds. Swift and precise it flowed between tables and festival goers.
The gust danced and twirled wildly over the grounds. Water splashed high and shattered the sunlight piercing trough the clouds in a brilliant display of colors.
Flags and ribbons danced wildly yet nothing nor nobody was knocked over. The invisible source of the movement seemed erratic, yet seeking. As if alive.
Caught in the torrent of air a trained but more so lucky eye would notice a glimmering white spark. A bright star piercing trough the chaotic display for a fraction of a moment.
Eyes invisible by virtue of speed searched the festival with judging eyes. Sidestepping most, looking for the right person.

Suddenly a bight burning arrow reached high into the sky and caught the attention of the dancing creature. The arrow touched the sky and burst like a popping flower in a dazzling display that rivaled his colorful waves. Quickly thereafter it was followed by more arrows, each bursting in radiance and color.
For a second he stood still. He was visible as a pale man with long white shining hair and a white crown on his head. Draped in loose fitting silken robes in a spectrum of blue and green. His eyes burned with a passionate spark of rivalry. Like lightning he shot upwards at the fiery explosions of vibrant light.
Forgetting his mission he danced with the firework spectacle as they appeared and went. With wind he drew dancing people and animals in the sky.

Āwhātama felt pride and joy in hearing the mortals in awe of his skill. Then he remembered he was here on a mission.
Descending to the earth with a cloud of dust appearing where he landed. He once again raced trough the fields and around the temple.
Find the human with the right voice and strength of mind to speak his words.

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LordMarwain said
It's a boob O,oEDIT: Sorry, but had to post it ;)

say it IC. it'll be fun.

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LordMarwain said
Wondering where to go next he enjoyed himself at the festival. At a stand he bought a few sweets. When he turned around a shout caught his attention. Two familiar faces were standing in the crowd. He ignored them and walked right past them. Waiting a few moments until he could feel their disappointment. He then turned around, a broad smile showed on his face. "Got you." He handed a few of the sweets over to them. "It has been so long. You two surely have grown. Look at you Misha, no problems at all handling that goat. And you Lyah, you have become a real beauty. Wait I got a present for you." Tarvin searched through his many pockets. Having many pockets is very useful, except if you need to find something. When he found what he was looking for, he directly handed it over. A beautiful small golden ring that looked like a string of wool for Lyah and a small decorated dagger for Misha. After he made sure they had put them away safely, he looked at Lyah. "How is your mother doing? I still have that letter she gave me. Never opened it like promised."

The two accepted the gifts and looked at them shimmer in the sunlight with marvel. "Thank you so much, they're beautiful. But we don't have anything to give you in return."
When Tarvin mentioned her mother Lyah suddenly looked down at the ground. "She passed away last year."
Memories of the fire where still fresh in her mind.

Misha looked worried. Hoping to change the topic he spoke up. "Hey what about you? Where have you been these years?"

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Lyah and Misha arived at the festival grounds. Music was playing and there was food and drink everywhere.
"Misha what's wrong?" Lyah wondered why Misha had suddenly stopped.
"I think I recognize that guy."
"Who?"
"Over there." Misha pointed out a young man about their age with a large backpack.
"I think that could be Tarvin."
"Could be, it's been years. Hey! Tarvin!" Misha waved.

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"It's to show we care. So the gods will feel welcome and wanted." The old priest droned his trained reply.
He sighed. "So says the doctrine, truth is. I believe it's to give the people peace of mind. They see an abundant party with a giant pyre, no expenses held. They will see that we can afford it. They will feel safe and happy. The festive mood will inspire them to bring great gifts, make promises to oneself or just enjoy a well deserved party."

The old man stared into the fire, the light from the flames lit up his parchment like skin to a warm hue.
"This is a time to feel alive. To make changes and to enter a new chapter in your life my boy."

The priest looked at the silver trinket, it wasn't to him to judge worth.
"Maybe this time you bring something truly special. Something that means something to you. A young man like you should have ambitions."

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The old head priest sat on his high chair as he looked down on the festivities.
He smiled when he saw the young girls dance. He snickered when he saw the young men stand by the side, daring each other to go dance with the girls or boasting who had the best gift. Mayor Vizlin marched by. The old priest nodded politely. The man always seemed to make a point out of showing everyone who was in charge here. Still the priest didn't mind. He watched contently as the villagers trickled in. Enjoying the excitement they brought. He could almost feel energy return to his brittle bones.

The smell of roasted meat and fresh wine filled the evening. The warm summer breeze ran trough the few gray hairs left on his head.
Such a nice evening for a party it was. It almost calmed his worries. It had been a long time since he'd had visions so dire.
There was something coming, he knew that much. Only the gods know what. But whatever it will be, whatever will come. Travels End will have champions to save it.
The citizens of Travels End loved their gods with all their beings, and the old priest had faith that the gods loved them.

The old priest turned to see Lod, who was sitting by the fire with a drink.
He slowly descended from his high chair and walked over to the man he'd known when he was a child to sit down next to him.
"It's going to be a special night tonight. Many people with great hopes and plans. What about you Lod."

Godmode

Misha fell to his knees. A cloud of dust breaking from the ground and taking air.
In front of him he saw the roaring fire of the sacrificial pyre.
Ceremoniously he placed the cup on top of the cinders while remaining on one knee.
"My Lords, Sons of Civilisation. I gladly reach out for your aid. It is an honor to be at your side.
But I have experience in bearing a torch, sword nor hammer.
To make up for it I have passion and will. I would let your wisdom judge."
Misha grinned. "Or wield all three."

Godmode

With all the servitars enthralled by the conversation between gods, Misha found his way sneaking trough the edge of the long hall.
Not much later he stood at the gates of the citadel of death. Staring out at the bleak landscape between him and the world of the living.
"I don't know who you are who tests me but I will show you that I will not stay here.
I will stand before the lord of nightmares, because I am not afraid.
I will steal from the citadel of death, because I am not afraid.
I will walk to freedom trough the valley of death, because life is worth it!"
With those words he stormed down the steps of the citadel and ran as fast as he could.

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It was a warm and pleasant evening. Red lines pierced the clouds as the sun settled slowly.
Lyah stared up at the stars that lit up the clear night sky above her. She looked to the boy walking next to her, struggling with the goat he was pulling along.
"Do you think he knows?" She spoke softly.
Misha looked at his childhood friend with a puzzled expression. "That he's the sacrifice? Doubt it. Goats are stupid... What did you bring anyways?"
Silently she fished a neatly folded piece of cloth from her bag.
"Open it up! I want to see."
"It's the cloth."
"...That's... That's not really a good sacrifice is it?"
"It used to belong to my mother, and it's the only thing I still have of her."
Misha looked at the cloth with skeptical amusement. "Oh... And you think the gods will like that?"
"They'll understand it."

The two walked in silence along the dusty road. In the distance they could see the temple at the edge of the village.
There was a large fire, and they could hear the festivities from far away.

"Are you nervous?"
"A little"
"Do you know who you'll sacrifice to?"
"The gods choose their champions among us, if the gift is fitting."