[Anaxas-Wide Event] The Feast of Saint Grumble

Brunnhold and the Stacks' Introduction to the Feast of Saint Grumble

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Fri Jun 29, 2018 2:29 pm

The Feast of Saint Grumble
LOSHIS 3, 2718 | BRUNNHOLD
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Serene.

That was the word to describe the feeling that had settled like a quilted shroud over the university. The students, the faculty, everyone had gone through the trouble of setting up and preparing for the feast. Beer, wine and liquors from all of the kingdoms had been imported for the Feast of Saint Grumble, and the entirety of the three-mile college-city was gathering in a quiet hush. They knew they would wait for Headmistress Ophelia Servalis, who led the first of what would be many repetitions of the Dirge. For the majority of the Campus, this would be the beginning of a night of drinking and partying, but for those attending the Saint Grumbles service at the Church of the Moon, a practiced choir would lead the congregation in a round of the Dirge, followed by a morality play about the life of Saint Grumble. This year's Lizzie? Adrienne d'Agostino, a famous Galdor singer from Muffey, whose growing popularity had generated quite a bit of interest in the play itself.

For Headmistres Ophelia, though, the night was becoming quite the headache.

"Yes, Headmistress?" The clerk, Darc Regino, asked as he stepped into her office. A tight smile showed the outlines of her high cheekbones, the regal stature of the first Headmistress silhouetted by the light coming through the window behind her.

"Everything is coming along well, yes?" Her voice was soft, tempered by posture and poise. Darc's head bobbed, and she smiled, austere even in her pleasure.

"Good," she said, looking out the window at the courtyard beside the Church. A few carolers had gathered, preemptively rehearsing. They sounded good, and it made Ophelia happy. Everything had to be perfect.

"And we're just about ready to commence, if you want to prepare. Shall I have Hulle or one of the Living Professors meet you in the courtyard?"

She considered for a moment, before nodding.

"Professor Derella, please," she asked, and Darc nodded and rushed from the room. Ophelia pulled her coat on, in case it began to drizzle while she prepared to commence the feast, and stalked from the room. Everything was going well, and it was time to ensure it's perfection... She would kick the night off, then enjoy the exceptional voice of Adrienne... Everything should go well.
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Festivity in no way meant the relaxing of the innate racism of the galdori. The passives of the university, the serfs, the untouchables... They weren't welcome outside in the main celebration. No, they were told to remain hidden and unseen, coming out only after the celebration to clean the messes and ensure that the university was clean and could resume classes ten days after. It often took that long to

But the entirety of the student body and the faculty were caught up in the feast, and nobody was there to ensure the passives remained where they were told. What were usually gender-separated dorms became delightfully intermingled, intramural activities find their way into the evening every single year. This one was no different.

Men and women lingered together, drinking their own spiced spiked cider, enjoying themselves. The activities here were often more sexually oriented, with games like spin the bottle and truth or dare more prevalent to account for the sexual frustration their separation causes throughout the year. Often, this devolves into large-scale sexual escapades, but that is often near the end of the evening. In the beginning, it's good-natured drinking and fun and games.

Spiked cider, games, heavy petting... This was the one day of the year the passives actually enjoyed. They had to enjoy tonight, because the following days would be a trial. Of all the places they could be, they chose the dorms, away from prying eyes...

And they deserved to let loose. But not too loose.

There had only been one diablerie accident on Feast day in the past... And the passives are praying it remains that way.
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If the Campus was a quiet and dignified celebration, the Stacks served to commemorate Saint Grumbles in the complete opposite way. The melting pot of humans, wicks, passives and the galdori who "slummed it" from Brunnhold, the atmosphere was far more charged. Many had started drinking early in the day, and there were those who were already guttered, and those who enjoyed watching that.

Every bar, every tavern, every inn and restaurant... They were all decorated, all open for the entire day and night. Money exchanged hands at an almost-constant rate, and the businesses of the Stacks were no different. So much alcohol had been imported or bought from places like Bad Aisling. Every place in the Stacks was packed, and the streets as well. It was time to celebrate Saint Grumbles, and everyone in the town turned out to celebrate.

Men dressed in costumes, three dozen Lizzies, children running to and fro, snarling and baring their teeth... it was chaos, but one that seemed to be controlled by the general festivity of the evening. There were no fights, no blood, no weapons. There was drink, and their was revelry, and the occasional tomfoolery, but no violence. Children giggled and laughed, young men, wicks, passives, and galdori shared drinks, by choice or not. The Stacks were a-flurry with jubilation and excess, exactly as the day necessitated.

It was Stolley's Tavern, though, that was the main attraction in the Stacks. The tavern was decked to the heavens with decoration and packed to the gills with bodies. Drinks were half-priced, and there were enough staff to ensure that everyone had a drink in his or her hand at any time. There was a band playing, loud and fast, in between renditions of Grumble's Dirge. It was the most happening place in Brunnhold, and those who made it to the Stacks to celebrate found that they would be able to acquire almost any substance to reach their desired state of mind. The streets remained clean, as volunteers, some passives, some wicks, some humans, kept a clear head to play janitor while everyone else got hammered. This was how the Feast of Saint Grumbles passed in the Stacks...

Drunks, carolers, festival goers... This was true unity. Even if the Galdori still didn't want to rub elbows with the “lesser” races.
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Welcome to the first annual Feast of St Grumbles, which takes place from the 1st of Loshis until the 10th of Loshis, the first week of the rainy season. Classes are out, many businesses are closed, and all races enjoy the story of St Grumbles while feasting and exchanging gifts over the ten days (if they can afford to do so).

This is an introduction, and if you'd like your character(s) to participate in the Feast, please start all of your thread titles with [St Grumbles] and we encourage you to make them Open threads!

If there's a particular NPC that you'd like to interact with, don't hesitate to talk to your friendly staff! Have fun and happy feasting!

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