StarDragon Holidays (Halloween/Days of the Dead)
9 years ago
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The ReWakening Festival - Originally, The Dark Harvest and more recently known as 'Helgin's Haunt' (Halloween/Days of the Dead) October 30th - November 2nd
This holiday marks the birth of the StarRobbers. When the world was still new, and frequent warring among the races wasn't unheard of, Helgin felt as if the lives of many were ended too soon, unfairly. A firm believer in justice, Helgin took over his wife's role when it came to giving life- in his own way.
Many thought long gone were given a second chance, raising from their graves to seek vengeance for an end deemed unfit. Fear struck the masses as loved ones, friends, and family once thought dead reappeared, unsightly and grotesque. It did not go... exactly as Helgin planned. This magic he cast was not something familiar to him, and mistakes were made. Mindless, thirsty for anyone that crossed their paths, StarRobbers turned on anything and everything, but as time went on, StarDragons began to notice on nights when the moon was at its brightest, the StarRobbers seemed to have more clarity about them, more the loved ones that were cherished and remembered, less the monsters they've become.
Ceremonies were thrown in hopes of gaining Helgin's favor, to give back their loved one's peace, and/or keep him from raising their dead to begin with. These ceremonies were followed by events were the dragons would dress as what scared them most, almost becoming a game of trying to scare others, but also accepting their own fears, and learning to face what frightened them the most.
As time went on, Helgin learned to master his abilities of reanimating the dead, easing the racing minds of the newly awakened, and helping them to focus on those who had put them in the ground to begin with. The 'newest' additions to the StarDragon race were eventually accepted to a... small degree, as the tales of grisly murders and attacks died down.
The ceremonies continued, though some took to celebrating those who were not reanimated. No longer was it fear of the dead, but rejoicing in the memories of the deceased via song, dance, and feasts. Dressing up became a favored past time for children, and though attempts to be the scariest are still made, costumes of all shapes and design are donned these nights, and sweets are passed out to accommodate the younger folks joining in on the traditions.
This holiday marks the birth of the StarRobbers. When the world was still new, and frequent warring among the races wasn't unheard of, Helgin felt as if the lives of many were ended too soon, unfairly. A firm believer in justice, Helgin took over his wife's role when it came to giving life- in his own way.
Many thought long gone were given a second chance, raising from their graves to seek vengeance for an end deemed unfit. Fear struck the masses as loved ones, friends, and family once thought dead reappeared, unsightly and grotesque. It did not go... exactly as Helgin planned. This magic he cast was not something familiar to him, and mistakes were made. Mindless, thirsty for anyone that crossed their paths, StarRobbers turned on anything and everything, but as time went on, StarDragons began to notice on nights when the moon was at its brightest, the StarRobbers seemed to have more clarity about them, more the loved ones that were cherished and remembered, less the monsters they've become.
Ceremonies were thrown in hopes of gaining Helgin's favor, to give back their loved one's peace, and/or keep him from raising their dead to begin with. These ceremonies were followed by events were the dragons would dress as what scared them most, almost becoming a game of trying to scare others, but also accepting their own fears, and learning to face what frightened them the most.
As time went on, Helgin learned to master his abilities of reanimating the dead, easing the racing minds of the newly awakened, and helping them to focus on those who had put them in the ground to begin with. The 'newest' additions to the StarDragon race were eventually accepted to a... small degree, as the tales of grisly murders and attacks died down.
The ceremonies continued, though some took to celebrating those who were not reanimated. No longer was it fear of the dead, but rejoicing in the memories of the deceased via song, dance, and feasts. Dressing up became a favored past time for children, and though attempts to be the scariest are still made, costumes of all shapes and design are donned these nights, and sweets are passed out to accommodate the younger folks joining in on the traditions.
Helgin: -SWEATS AND FRANTICALLY TRIES TO GET THE HANG OF THIS RESURRECTION STUFF AND FRETTING OVER ALL THESE PEOPLE BEGGING FOR HIM TO STOP- NOTHING DEAR IT'S OKAY, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, IT'S JUST A UH, FLU SEASON. GO BACK TO WATCHING YOUR SOAPS.
I imagine crack salesmen have fun around this time too. A teaspoon of Good Ol' Sambob's Tonic ™ will keep your cadaver catatonic, guaranteed!