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Festival of Lights
The Wishtide Waterways are all aglow tonight. Some lanterns bob and float through the tiny streams; others are suspended from staffs plunged into the soft, sticky earth. Regardless, there are as many lanterns as there are stars and fireflies, and a soft hum of voices fills the air.

It has been a long time since people have gathered all over for something like this - almost a year, in fact - but Leafchange brings with it the Festival of Lights, and it is not a tradition the people of Caido are willing to ignore.

And so they gather, they bring their lanterns painted and decorated in memory of those who have died, they light them, they hang them, and they wait. And who knows; perhaps a familiar face will walk these waterways again before the night is through.



Welcome to the Festival of Lights - 315 PC!

You have SEVEN DAYS to have your character arrive at the festival. Feel free to have them bring a lantern dedicated to someone who has died.

At the end of the festival, Ludo will choose a lantern as its favourite, and spooky things may happen!

You will need to post at least twice in this SWE thread for it to count for MP and/or levelling.
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Trinket had no interest in the dead. The living were more interesting.

She walked among the people who had arrived for the festival. Her simple, dark dress was showing signs of wear, fraying at the hem. She dragged her doll along by its arm, the doll's tiny porcelain legs dragging along the ground. She observed the people around her with no expression. They walked around with their lanterns, paying her no mind. She knew of the ritual of the lanterns, but she did not understand its purpose. The dead were gone. They were no longer worth any concern.

Still, she watched the people with their lanterns, considering the ritual. It made no sense to her. Nothing she observed could provide any answers.

Seeking to learn more, she walked up to a person at random. Her glassy black eyes looked up at the stranger. She pulled her doll up to her chest, the doll's blood-stained face following Trinket's gaze.

"Why do you give lanterns to dead people?"
Darkeye Dwartonarm
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DARKEYE
Not the strongest win the battle —
Darkeye had several lanterns with him. He had used the time and tried to make as many lanterns for those who were important to him.

Amuns was made of clay and looked more like a warm vessel that could be used for heating. His name was carved in the ancient language of the dwarves as well as his land shark.

The Wessex lantern he had made had a lot of glass in it, but it looked milky and almost white when the light came on. Her sacrifice was not forgotten. She had given her all and had earned his respect. There were also four different snowflakes that only appeared when the lamp was turned on. Her shadows and play of lights were silhouetted against the landscape. He would have gone with her if she had asked.

The next lantern was for Maea. It was made of white marble, and it took a lot of time and a few tries to work the discs so thin. If the lantern fell, it would fall into a thousand pieces. However, for Darkeye it was probably one of the most important. He did not know her for a long time but she had influenced his life a lot. She was one of the reasons why he tried to fight for the Ascended. Her joyful and helpful nature was a source of amusement in his life.

He did not know that Isla was still alive. He also colored her a lantern with many plants that he had pressed flat between books. After that he put it between the discs that formed a wonderful picture. They did not always agree. Nevertheless, she was someone who had not treated him differently. She had helped him and considered some of his suggestions.

He also brought with him all the lanterns he found in the Grounds that were still repairable. Just because the people who made them are dead doesn't mean they shouldn't be remembered. It would take him a while to hang them all. He had failed. He had not been able to stop the Sparkbird from killing so many. So it was important to remember their duties and responsibilities.
— the smartest do

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Dantalion
but you can't be free
Danta brings no lanterns, because he has no need to remember anyone who has passed. (Not that he's willing to share, anyway). Honestly he's not even sure what's going on at first; drawn like a moth to a flame at the dazzle of so many lights in the dark, he simply arrives, bare feet sinking into the soft earth and tiny streams, fingers dancing across and touching all the lanterns that have been left.

He didn't even realise this tradition was still going on - because it has to be the Festival of Lights, what else could it be? Either way, he opts to observe for the time being, clambering into one of the gnarled and twisting trees overhanging a shallow bend in the river and sprawling along the lowest branch capable of supporting his weight. From there, like a cat, he sets a couple of the lanterns hanging beneath him to swinging.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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DEIMOS
The Festival of Lights were a familiarity; traditional in the aspects of all those memories, all those people, all those souls – adrift along the waterways. His lanterns remained much the same: Rexanna, Bastien, and the like who’d seemingly perished what felt like lifetimes ago (his parents, yesteryear’s flickerings). Kiada’s had been safely tucked away in his home, with no need for it (and if there was relief segmented within those thoughts, he didn’t say anything about it). There were a few additions from the dominion of war; those of his fallen comrades who’d defended Halo against dragons and banshee queens, honor in sacrifice.

He might’ve made one for Enzo, had he known the boy at all, but wouldn’t step upon Ru’s jurisdiction – instead winding his way through the steams, stars, and fireflies, placing each vessel and container amidst the glowing semblances.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
Isla Lockwood
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#6
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Isla hasn't usually thought much of the Festival of Lights - not in any malicious way, it's just that she was dead for most of the ones she'd been around for, and came back to life at another. So this is the first time she's been able to participate, per say, though honestly, she wishes she didn't have to.

It's on quiet feet that she tiptoes through the Wishtide Waterways, glancing over her shoulder every now and then to check that Sunjata is close by. She's not sure she'd be able to stomach doing this alone, and the lantern clutched in her hands is as much dread as it is hope.

She's managed to find a fiddle in the Refuge, having carefully dismantled it enough to reconstruct into something capable of being hung, of holding light. Now the strings and polished wood aren't capable of making music, but they're representative of Varus all the same.

Searching for a suitable place to hang it up, she steps back and glances to the Flood. "Would you mind lighting it?" she asks quietly, not really wanting to catch fire. (Makes a change, given her mindset as of late).
i could die
Isla
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#7
don't you know i'm no good for you?
So many times has he made lanterns for the Festival of Lights. So many times had he wished it wouldn’t be the one he’s carrying today. And yet, here he is, arriving not with Lusea’s this time or Maea’s, but with one that admittedly has been far more precious to him. It was carefully crafted, a deep dark, burnished metal base with flashy red outlines, the edges of a fringe around the glass that encases the candle within it from leather that has been dyed red. The glass itself is made up of two clear panels, while the other two have a decorative stained glass.

As similar to understanding Nate’s homeworld’s religion as he could, and with paint little words of Italian that he remembered are scrawled in toward the top. He trudges after Isla when she hangs her own, placing his beside hers and hears her request – offering her a soft nod. “I don’t mind.” He offers her quietly, reaching for a box of matches in his pocket, striking one to light her lantern before he goes to light his own – the colored glass reflecting against his face as he reaches for a cigarette to light.

Might as well while the match is still lit, right?

He takes a deep drag, putting out the match and remains by Isla's side, ensuring her keeps the lit cigarette as far away from her as possible but still needing the relief of the nicotine.
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DARKEYE
Not the strongest win the battle —
Deimos was greeted with a friendly nod after he had hung up his lanterns. He knew that everyone deals differently with the pain here.

But when he saw Sunjata, every other feeling was gone. There was only anger at the man who took away his decision. He had not answered his letters either. He would have liked to split his skull here. But this was the moment to remember the dead. He didn't want to ruin it for Deimos or the other guests.

But his look changed when he saw the company of Sunjata. He immediately unhooked the lanterns from Isla and walked very purposefully toward her. He handed her the lantern that was meant for her. "Hello Isla. I don't think I've been so glad to be wrong in a long time. I had the worst thoughts when my letters didn't reach you. I'm just glad you're alive," he said, and the joy reflected in his moist eyes showed it clearly. Sunjata who was standing next to him was simply ignored. The joy of seeing Isala was overwhelming. He thought she had died in the temple or the Skybird had caught her. So he handed her the letters that were meant for her. He bowed to her afterward. "I am sorry for Varus and the others. You have my sympathy." He then bowed to her again. He didn't know if she wanted to talk to him again or not. But he wanted to give her the opportunity to mourn. For him, the festival was not so important. But he knew that it was important to everyone else.
— the smartest do

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Dissatisfied with the lack of comprehension so far, Trinket continued exploring the festival. She cared not for the lights; her eyes were on the people. So many people, gathered to remember the dead. As if this pointless ritual could somehow bring them back.

Most of the people she passed were busy with their lanterns, or talking to the other people gathered together here. Boring. They all ignored her, too busy with their lanterns and their tears. She passed the uninteresting people by, searching for someone worth her attention.

Then she found someone interesting. A man perched in a tree. She walked over to the tree and looked up at him, tilting her head, studying him silently. He seemed to have no lantern. He was not interacting with the other people here. He seemed...out of place. Like Trinket herself.

After studying him for a long moment, Trinket stepped up to Dantalion, standing almost right under his tree branch. She held her doll against her chest, her neck strained as she looked up at the man in the tree.

"Why are you in a tree?" she asked Dantalion.
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Last year there had been too much recent destruction to leave Torchline, even for so solemn and revered a tradition as the Festival of Lights. The Mer had mourned their losses in their traditional way deep beneath the waves of the Arclight Ocean with lanterns of skin and bone, kelp and glass, filled with bioluminescent plankton.

But their losses had been few compared to the humans of Torchline.

A year later and Hadama could move more freely through the world's waters. A journey to the Oerwoud no longer took weeks of swimming around the coast; now a single aquaportation sufficed to get him there, and he would return to his City before sunrise, careful not to leave his people unattended for too long.

For now, however, he swam slowly through the twisting rivers around the outskirts of the party until he found a branch overhanging the stream from which to hang his lantern: a glass buoy, sea-green and filled not with air but with water that glowed blue every time the wind set the branch to swaying. From it dangled delicate chains of sterling silver and gold that chimed with the motion. From the silver chains hung small charms in the shape of forge tools, while from the gold ones dangled small suns and musical notes.
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will heaven step in?
The Festival of Lights was not new for the Sentinel. Finding the location and moving with precision, lanterns in tow, the hunter was quieter than usual. He grasped Cordelia's hand and guided her steps where the terrain was the toughest. Even with her enlarged belly and altered center of gravity, the woman displayed more grit and tenacity than ever. Noah admired it, and the love for his wife and the growing lives inside of her increased daily.

Finding Deimos among those gathered, Noah steered them towards him. Nodding to the Sword, Noah began hanging his lanterns. Both were made of similar materials, carved wood and thin rope made from luxere hide. The first was also decorated with raven feathers and carved wolf silhouettes, adorned with drawn lightning strikes, and topped with an arrowhead was a beautiful rendition for the trio of siblings that Noah missed so, so dearly. Weaver, Korbin, and Erebor. Comrades he wished still stood beside him.

The second lantern was an artwork dedicated to the defenders of Halo fallen in the Second War. Noah had worked hard to carve the Fangs and let the light of candle shine brilliantly from the top of the mountain peaks. Along the bottom, each name that Noah knew and would remember was written.

will it save us from our sin?


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Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
The Caretaker stepped lightly along the waterways, her hands full of lanterns – arms brimming with the weight of Stormbreak’s losses from the past year. She stifled the weight of her grief, for this was supposed to be a time of remembrance and gratitude, for those souls who’d gone to Mort, who’d been shepherded by Ludo, who’d found other means and measures in the beyond – but still, it was difficult to curb the sorrow.

Finding a path not wholly ignited, she crouched amidst the fireflies and began to tie her sister’s lantern to the line – artistic denizens painted on the blackened sides, of dragons flying high, of engineering prospects and iron workings, of something beyond steel and forged prospects. The others followed suit: for so many that had been in the hospital at the time of the Ascended attack, for those who hadn’t made it amidst the city rising into the sky.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
Talyson Seawright
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He'd anchored his ship a ways back on the coast, and Boreal had flown the rope ladder back up once they'd gotten down with his cargo of lanterns. It was probably a small miracle no one had ended up overboard in the small craft, but the solemnity of the occasion lent itself to more subdued behavior than usual between the two men.

"I don't see Ru..." Tal murmured an aside to Sah, scanning the gathering though the dancing shadows from so many different light sources made it easy to mistake even familiar faces. Boreal crooned softly and leaned against his hip as he scratched her head absently.

His other hand was full of the two lanterns he had brought: one for his parents, and one for the soldiers who had stood beside him against the Banshees and fallen to their claws.
Sah Lovi
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Sah

Sah had expected Tal to offer him a ride, caught off guard honesty. But he'd taken the courier up on his offer, knowing that it'd be far easier on his companions then their usual means of travel. The trip had been quiet, each occupied with their own thoughts. Lilly and Pad stood beside him; the latter uncharacteristically subdued. Even his rebellious pup could pick up on the emotions in the air.

As the group arrived, the Abandoned also scanned the crowd. "I don't either. She might not show." Sah quietly replied to Talyson's observation. Hotaru might be on her way, but it also wouldn't surprise the Wild Thunder if she chose to abstain this year. Grief was a complicated thing, and the woman was also incredibly busy.

Sah had brought three lanterns this year. One for those lost in Halo during the war, one for Aino as he had done last year. And the last? It was for Enzo. He'd never met the boy, but he was Ru's son. And that was enough for Sah to grieve him.
I think there for I am,
But what if all I do is bleed?


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