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[Holiday Event] Patrick's Day Festival
Topic Started: Sat Mar 17, 2007 3:27 pm (1,372 Views)
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The village of Kellen treats this as one of their largest holidays out of the year. It began many years ago, when a little man, dressed in green and calling himself Patrick came into the village and helped the villagers fight off a sudden goblin raid. Without lifting a finger, he used his Fae magic to strike the goblins down, then proceeded to heal those that had been wounded, even those that they believed to be dead. After doing this, the villagers called a great celebration in honor of their small hero. Patrick only asked that the villagers would leave gifts of green and ale out for him and his kin every eve thereafter.

Thus the traditions of Patrick's Day began and continue to this day.

The village is decked out in banners of green and gold, and music can be heard coming from every small tavern and common house. Children run through the town, shamrocks and young flowers woven into their hair. They spend a day of games and laughter, while their parents enjoy the ale and music in a revel that lasts deep into the night.

The gifts left out on everyone's doorstep is now long gone, Patrick's kin said to have taken them to their homes, hidden in the hills around the town.

Now travelers have begun to appear, wandering minstrels and craftsmen, hoping to sell their wares in the small market at the edge of town, just as green-clad as the rest of the town. Others have come from the larger cities to simply enjoy the festivities in the country.

By midday, the festival is in full swing. And some have whispered rumors of seeing a small man, dressed in green with red locks darting about...
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Forgetting who he was and everything that has happened in his past. Stallion Thunder walked day and night thirsting for the only thing he knew he wanted, blood. After walking aimlessly for such a long time, he heard the sound of people cheering and laughing in the distance. He headed towards the noise.

Stallion Thunder enters the small village of Kellen, standing on the path he then preceeds too look at the crowds of people, enjoying the celebrations. Laughing to himself, he smiled for the first time he could remember, which isn't much in the first place, as the scent of blood filled his nostrils.

Noticing He didn't quite fit in the rest of the cheery and laughing people. He headed towards the shadows of the nearest building. He leaned against the building and basked in the scent of all the Blood.
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"To light laughter and ale!"

A small man, no more than two feet tall and dressed entirely in green (which wasn't much of a contrast in comparison to the villagers, almost all dressed in varying shades), with a well-trimmed beard and black cap, seems to appear from no where besides shadowy stranger.

He smiled up at him, from beneath his hat's brim, despite the menacing stature of the vampire. "G'day, sir! Would you like to make a toast in honor of this glorious festival? There's not a place in all of Imythess that is as green a full of life as these beautiful hills!" Judging by his red cheeks and slight stagger by which he moved as he made grand gestures throughout his speech, it seemed the little man had already drunken more than enough of the free-flowing ale, but sure enough two large mugs filled to the brim with amber-colored liquid were in his small, plump hands. He offered one to the dark man.
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It had been a slow couple of days in Kellen as the village prepared for their spring festival, and Dmitri was getting bored. The town was pleasant enough, the inhabitants nice, but there was neither action nor excitement, and with the entire town too busy setting up to listen to music or drink, he was an out-of-work bard. It wasn’t until the festival started, earlier that day, that he could earn his keep.

He’d been playing for almost eight hours at this point, and his repertoire of songs was beginning to run thin. He’d already played “John Barleycorn” three times that day, to the cheers and toasts of the sloshed festival goers, and his throat was parched. Dmitri put his harp back in the case, and wandered over to the ale bar.

“Barkeep, I’d love a flagon of your finest.”

He set a silver piece down on the counter, and watched as the barkeep scurried off to grab him a drink. As he surveyed the town, he notice a short, red-haired man in a green suit feeding ale to a newcomer to town. He smiled at the sight, and returned to his perch with his new flagon of ale, drinking the thick, heady brew deeply. As he finished, he pulled out his harp, and began to play again.

“As I went home in Monday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,
That's the lovely sow that my mother had given to me.
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,
but a sattle on a sow sure I never saw before.”

The crowd began to laugh and cheer, and Dmitri smiled, getting into the spirit of the festival. There was nothing better for a bard than good ale and an appreciative audience.


”As I went home on Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be.
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?

Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,
That's the woolen blanket that my mother had given to me.
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before.


As I went home on Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a pip upon the chair, where my old pipe should be.
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be?

Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,
That's a lovely tin whistle that my mother had given to me.
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.”

A few of the prettier lasses in town gathered out front, and he winked mischievously at the one furthest to the right. She was a buxom lass, and he’d be damned if she weren’t looking him over like a side of meat. No matter—it had been a long time since he’d had a tumble in the hay, and he wasn’t going to pass up a good time. He set his harp case down on the crowd in front of himself, and kept playing.

”As I went home on Thursday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw two boots beneath the bed, where my old boots should be.
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?

Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,
That's the geraniene pots that my mother had given to me.
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,
But laces in a gernaniene pot sure I never saw before.

As I went home on Friday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be.
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?

Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,
That's a lovely baby-boy that my mother had given to me.
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,
But a baby and his whiskers sure I never saw before.

As I went home on Saturday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw two hands upon her breasts, where my two hands should be.
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that hands upon your breasts where my two hands should be?

Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,
That's a lovely new night-gown that my mother had given to me.
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,
But fingers in a night-gown sure I never saw before.

As I went home on Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a thing in her thing, where my old thing should be.
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be?

Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,
That's that lovely tin whistle that my mother had given to me.
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before.

Well, it became kinda longish, didn't it?”

The crowd burst out laughing as he stood and bowed. A few coins were thrown into the case, as well as not a few maiden’s scarves. He smiled, and looked about the festival. He could get to like this town.
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Shinji, despite his mysterious nature as any assassin would have, actually very much enjoyed social occasions. A beggar whom he had encountered on the street told him of the festival:

"Good day sir, do you have any change to spare?" said the beggar.

"Why yes I do have a little." replied Shinji, who offered held out his hand, and dropped a few gold coins in the beggar's palm.

After some friendly conversation, the beggar told Shinji of the Patrick's day festival that was taking place in the Village of Kellen. Shinji was on his way over there anyway.

"What do I have to loose, I think I will attend this event. It could be fun. And the beggar even told me of a rumor of seeing a little man in green running about. I would love to know if that's true." thought Shinji.

So Shinji, decided to attend the event. He got there, with a few people looking mysteriously at him, but once he greeted everyone in a friendly manner, nobody was suspicious of him or thought he was up to no good, which he wasn't.

"I sure am thirsty, I think I'll get a drink at the tavern" thought Shinji.

So Shinji walked over to the tavern, and ordered a drink. He drunk his ale, while walking around and enjoying himself in at different activities.

"I wonder if there really is a little man in green" thought Shinji.
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Stallion Thunder looked down at the Little Man In green. He tilted his head to the side and smiled lightly. He was thirsty, but not for ale. But seeming that the blood smell coming from this little man was more then grotesque. He decided to please the creature in having the drink. He reached out and took the mug and smiled he nodded his head and said "I agree it is very green here. It's actually very pleasent. It also smells very... delicious." As he said this he put his mug out so he could toast with the little man.

"A Toast to this beautiful festival" He tapped his mug against the little mans mug. He then took a couple of gulps of the Ale and it stung like fire as it went down. Stallion Thunder enjoyed the pain as it went down. So he took a couple more sips. "Ah... Thank you so much it's delicious!" He said thanfully as he wiped any remains of the Ale from his face.
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Why was she going to a party in such a no where town? That was the question Veronna had asked herself as she had traveled to the village of Kellen. But when she had arrived, she found she was quite welcome and she was forced to join in the festivities. She was given a bright green dress to wear and kids had woven shamrocks into her hair, which flowed over her shoulders and back. She was not wearing her scimitars, or any other weapon at that. She had left them with her clothes when she had changed into the dress she wore now. She had walked around the merchants tents for a little while, but then found herself where the music was being played, watching those who were dancing. The music was cheerful and fast, the people dancing had smiles on their faces, enjoying every moment of the dance. Veronna let a small smile spread onto her face as she watched the people, wondering if she should join in.

But someone made up her mind for her, as a man who was dancing swept her in to the swirl of things. She did not resist when she was dragged into dancing, in fact, she very much enjoyed it. Her skirts whipped around her as she spun with the man who pulled her into the dance. Even though she did not know who he was, she was not suspicious of him, for everyone was here for a good time, from what she could tell. The music continued, growing faster and faster, until it finally stopped. Veronna grinned broadly and bowed, as the man bowed to her saying; "Thank you for honoring me with a dance, goddess." He looked up after that, respect in his eyes. She kept the smile on her face and nodded to him, "No, I thank you for dragging me in to join." The music was starting again and she gave him a sideways glance, "Would you care to drag me into another song?" She asked. The man smiled and placed one hand on her hip, and the other holding onto Veronna's hand. The song started at a very fine pace, and continued for a while. Until it came to a close, Veronna slightly out of breath, along with her dancing partner. They were both smiling, and bowed to each other again. "I believe I need a drink now." Veronna said as she wove her way through people away from the dancing area, the man following ahead, to get to mugs full of some sort of alcohol.

Veronna reached him and he passed the mug to her and he held his up, Veronna following suit, knowing a toast was coming. "A toast, to the Goddess of Blades, who somehow finds time to dance with even the most common of people." He shouted, some people staring at him, then at her, but most people who heard raised their own mugs. She held back a blush and downed the mug, the liquid feeling good as it slid down her throat as everyone else downed their own. She thanked the man again, and she walked off to see what else was happening at the party, her eyes falling to a small man wearing green, which did not surprise her, everyone was wearing green. She wandered around until she came to a bard who was playing a song, with people standing around him listening and laughing. She also listened, noticing some women taking much interest in this man who was playing on a harp. She was not here to make eyes at him, but to listen to him. A smile still on her face, her eyes watching his fingers as he plucked the strings. She was not musically incline and did not have the patience to learn, she would rather stay with her swords and other weapons.

She listened for the whole song, and nodded to him when he finished, "You play well bard. What is your name sir?" She asked, wondering if he might have played at the Song of Elves before.
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Kalius enjoyed happiness, in every sense of the word. So after hearing of festivities in Kellen, Kal could not resist but to join it the games. His heart swelled as he passed the green and gold tapestries hung form every dwelling and tavern, the sounds of dance and music heavy on the mid-day sun. Coming to a circling of carts, a troupe of bards Kal thought by the melody he heard, all he wanted to do was lay on his back and let the warmth of the day and kindness of the people wash over him. Kneeling so his back was against the wall of the nearest cart, Kal removed his cloak and un-buttoned the top of his light green, long-sleeved shirt. About to let his surroundings take him away, a soft cry from a young girl broke his thoughts.
"I lost it...I dont want to be left out..."
A voice so visibly hurt in such a joyous time saddened the gentle man, so he walked over to the sobbing child.
"Hello, my name is Kalius" With a genuine smile he knelt down beside her "Please tell, what is wrong on such a nice day."
She stared at the man for some time, but did not look scared
"i..lost my green cloak, with out it im not wearing any green..." As soon as the girl finished speaking she turned to run, but Kal rested his hand on her shoulder.
"come now, i will not let that happen" while he spoke Kal drew out his dagger, which made the girl flinch slightly, and cut off both sleeves of his shirt.
"Here" wrapping one piece of material around her head into a bandana and the other across her waist, he patted her on the cheek. "now your as green as a leaf!"
Blushing a bright red, the girl smiled and ran off. With the innocence of a child in every city, and happiness such as today in every town then civilization can not be all bad Kal thought to him self as he headed for the tavern. Finding a stool near the front next to a bard in mid-story, Kalius let the atmosphere take him away again, and wished to himself he knew someone to share a dance with.
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Meera was always one to join in on happy town celebrations. She had not, and would never forget where she came from. She was simply a girl from out in the country. For what reason would she miss such festivities as this? Her steps were light and slow as she made her way through Kellen. Though she was proud and regal, her chin stayed modestly low and her eyes only lightly danced across every face. She felt motivated to dress nicely for the occasion. It was lucky for her that her golden emerald eyes already matched. Meera had picked out a nice white dress that fell down to her knees, with soft ivy leaves crawling up the bottom. The top was decorated with clovers and flowers. Touching a hand to the one four leaf clover at the top, Meera wished everyone she passed the best of luck in their whole lives. She genuinely hoped for them to have true happiness. Her other hand reached gently up to run through her long amber hair self consciously. She saw many people, but they were all already interacting with one another. She felt slightly left out. She wanted to have fun, but didn't really want to intrude on any one conversation that a person had already started. Oh well, she would wait and maybe someone would approach her. A slight skip in her step, Meera perked up her chin and danced along. She stepped to the light beat of the music of a bard as her eyes fluttered around, looking for any familliar faces. When none met her, she was momentarily put back. Then, the thought hit her. Why should she be so upset not to see anyone that she knew already? This was simply a chance to meet someone knew. And that, became her exact mission for the night. Now she only had to find someone who didn't seem to busy and might do her the pleasure of talking. Would there be anyone willing?

As Meera walked along, she spied a man crouched down talking to a sobbing girl. Her first reaction was to be alarmed, but when she heard his speech, she realized that it was soft and kind. He meant the girl no harm. Meera halted for a moment to listen. A smile spread on her face as she witnessed the man commit a great act of kindness. He cut off his own sleeves just so that the girl would be satisfied with having some green on her. A laugh escaped from Meera's lips before she could hold it back. How sweet. Before she could say something to the man though, he was up and moving. Eager to talk, Meera followed. Her pace was no match for his though, since she wasn't really running. That would just seem suspicious. Instead, Meera kept her distance and watched him disappear into a tavern. She silently hoped that someone hadn't already immersed him in conversation and slipped her way through the door. Her green eyes slowly searched the area before spying him at the bar. There were no seats around him though. How would she get him to talk to her? It would just be awkward with her standing and him standing. Thinking back to her sudden urge before, Meera was struck with an idea. She could only hope that she wouldn't embarrass herself if he refused. Sweeping past others on the floor, Meera found herself in front of the man. She gave him a slight curtsy and brushed the hair out of her eyes with a light hand. She said, "I saw what you did for that little girl. I must say you seem very kind. Would you honor me with this dance?" A small smile played on the corners of Meera's lips as her eyes searched his face for any signs or reactions towards her appearance. Would he accept her offer, or deny it? She hoped for the first. He was the only person, besides the bard, here that she saw not currently with someone already.
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"To light laughter and ale!"

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Mar 17 2007, 08:03 PM
Stallion Thunder looked down at the Little Man In green. He tilted his head to the side and smiled lightly. He was thirsty, but not for ale. But seeming that the blood smell coming from this little man was more then grotesque. He decided to please the creature in having the drink. He reached out and took the mug and smiled he nodded his head and said "I agree it is very green here. It's actually very pleasent. It also smells very... delicious." As he said this he put his mug out so he could toast with the little man.

"A Toast to this beautiful festival" He tapped his mug against the little mans mug. He then took a couple of gulps of the Ale and it stung like fire as it went down. Stallion Thunder enjoyed the pain as it went down. So he took a couple more sips. "Ah... Thank you so much it's delicious!" He said thanfully as he wiped any remains of the Ale from his face.



Patrick laughed cheerily, guzzling the drink deeply, draining the cup in a single long draught. "Aye, this town is truly magic when this time of year comes..." he trailed off, his beady eyes distant for a moment as he watched the swirl of people moving along the main road.

"Here, keep this. It holds a bit more of a kick than the things they are serving in the tavern... not for the faint of heart, eh laddie?" He doubled over in laughter, shoving a stone jar into Stallion's hands, then swept his cap from his head with a flourish. "Enjoy the celebration, but don't enjoy it too much, Nightwalker," the small Fae said with a quick wink. Within a blink of an eye, he was gone...

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The Fae reappeared in the tavern, which was so full, no one noticed the darting form slipping past legs and skirts. He reached the back of the tavern, where a small stage had been erected and a bard graced the floor. A crowd of people were gathered there, listening intently.

Patrick easily hopped onto the edge of a chair close to the stage and far off to the side against the wall and lit his dark wooden pipe. Someone of great importance was there, a goddess, no less. Patrick's red eyebrows arched as she watched her speaking with the bard after the bard had finished yet another set of music.
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Savarkael, as usual, was wandering, this part of the journey, she was in a human form that was slightly tall, and slender, but she was strong still. She never stopped. Only when she reached a town, then she would stop and stay at a tavern. She had just reached Kellen, though, she had no idea that a party was about. She forgot about this holiday, but she has never celebrated it before, no wait, she had, she forgot, when she did it was years ago, when she knew Fios. She and him, and many friends from an academy had celebrated this holiday for ten years, until she had to leave, or until her time there was finished, but since leaving, she never celebrated it ever since. Her weapons were strapped to her, her lightning blade on her back, her scimitar on her belt, hitting lightly on her hip. Her throwing daggers strapped in her boots. Her dagger in her backpack.

Inside her backpack, a little creature squirmed inside of it, wanting out. With a long sigh, Sava reached over with on hand and opened the backpack while it was still on her back. Right when she opened it, a fly dragon zipped out, a buzzing sound going through the air.
Sava? Is there a party going on tonight? I don't remember any parties this time of the year, Blackquill said, talking to Sava telepathically.

"I don't know, Quill." She said in a slightly annoyed tone, as she walked towards the noise, when she got there, she stopped. There were people dancing and having a fun time, and right there, she remembered having fun with her friends, her old friends who don't even remember her now. She stood there watching, they were having fun. Her hair was long and half way down her back, put in a long braid. The hair color was black and green, the same as her eyes. "I guess I'll fit right in with my green, black hair, people would just think me decoretive." She mumbled.
You think so, Sava? asked Quill. "Take a joke, Blacky." Sava joked, walking forward into the crowds.
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Aether Draka had found her way into Kellen with the crowds. She just hoped no one who lived here would recognize her from the little battle a few months back. She doubted it though. It was her demon friend and the conjured shadow hawk that drew everyone’s eye. Besides that she had managed to get all decked out for the occasion. She was dressed in a rich forest green that the lady who had dressed her up in it has said matched her eyes. It matched her bag and her elven blade at least. Carefully packing all her valuables in her backpack and setting Turin to guard it, like always, just inside the main packet. He would guard her from theft that way, not that she normally had trouble with thieves. Sometimes she was a bit of one herself…

Dressed in a long green skirt and bell-sleeved blouse, and her normal black suede bodice and black winged boots. She felt rather happy. It was probably the moods of so many others going to her head, bringing her along with their joy. She hadn’t even had a drink though and she felt giddy. AD stayed to the busy streets, avoiding the taverns and pubs. She wasn’t here to get drunk, at least she had no reason to drink. She was curious about the reason so many others were drinking though, and what ale tasted like, though and that curiosity was most likely going to find her drunk if she didn’t keep an eye on it.

She walked down the busy streets, moving with the crowds, but breaking off from them as they went into the taverns. She was suddenly caught amongst a group being who were handing out shamrocks. She found herself holding one of these little clovers as she was once more on her way. She stepped away from the throng of people into the shadow of a building to stop for a moment and look at the plant. Holding it up in one hand she tipped her head slightly to the right and spun the shamrock slowly in her fingertips, watching the four leaves blur into a tiny green disk before it paused and did so again as she spun it the other way.
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Dmitri had hopped off of the stage, and was about to head towards the girl who had been moon-eying him, when he was stopped by a pleasant, unfamiliar feminine voice to his side.

“You play well bard. What is your name sir?”

He turned slowly, and stared at the short elven woman before him. She was tiny, no more than 5’1” or 5’2”, with dusky skin and a fighter’s build. A Drow, a race that once his family would have beaten him for speaking too, but that was long ago, in another life. Besides, she was quite pretty, with long, free-flowing silver hair and eyes that, though red, shown with intelligence. He decided to go with a charming approach, and so he bowed.

“Vladimir Leonovich Paedrov, my lady. Freelance bard, once of the Northlands, now of wherever the music and my feet take me.”

It was only then that he noticed the reaction of the crowd to the diminutive Drow. They seemed to hold her in some kind of awe, but for no reason he could think of. He still remembered most of the lessons his family had taught him on the nobility of the lands, and he certainly could not imagine a Drow ruler. He leaned in, close enough for intimate conversation but without offering offense, and asked,

“My lady, I beg your pardon, but everyone seems to be staring this direction, without much discretion. Did I grow horns during the song, or do they all know something I don’t know?”
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Kalius sat with his back to the bar, not out of fear of an attack, not at all! Kal was purely enjoying the festivities and would hate to miss even the slightest event in his surroundings. Scanning the well-lit tavern, He loved what he saw. Hundreds of tiny lights illuminated the cozy establishment, most he knew were candles but some he thought were magic tricks. With a boyish smile filling out his young features, Kal thought 'I would not be surprised if a number of things this night were magical' he ran a hand through his hair 'maybe even this tavern its self!' Focusing on the stream of smoke trailing up from the nearest candle, magic or not, he could not help but chuckle as his gaze, along with the puff of smoke, rested on the ceiling. Long, silken curtains in traditional holiday colors covered the entirety of the ceiling, and safely encircled the light fictures, where more candles burned with a bright light. Tonight reminded him in many ways of his home, the village in which he grew up. Kalius grew up in a small agricultural settlement, in which both men and wood-elf lived and worked together, a village of only thirty-five. It was an existance of seperation, as the only population to associate with strangers were the top elders, and that was strictly for trading purposes. That life seemed meaningless to the young man, so even after countless discussions from the elders, his father included, about how larger civilized societies are corrupt and cruel, He left home.

That theory felt cold and hollow since his travels started. On a brilliant occasion such as this, a day of song and drink and a day when all races of imythess seemed to cast out all thoughts of evil. Kalius felt calm, as if all that will happen tonight will be purely innocent. He was still whistling the bards tune long after it was finished when he was approached. A woman dressed in a beatiful white dressed, with green plant life depicted throughout, stopped in directly infront of him and done a polite curtsy.
"I saw what you did for that little girl. I must say you seem very kind. Would you honor me with this dance?"
As soon as he saw the young lady approach a wide smile covered his face, and with her words he blushed deeply. She was about his height with light brown hair, She was very attractive. Before Kal could accept the generous offer he found himself looking at her eyes, emerald green. Fitting to the holiday... when he caught himself staring he blushed deeper.
" thank you for your kind words...and as for the dance, I would be honored, and perhaps afterwards we can talk or share a drink?" Kalius asked as he stood and extended his hand, motioning to the dance floor. "it is always nice to meet some one new."
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Arthur sat drinking in the tavern singing along with the men in their celebrating St. Patricks Day along with the others and he said," A toast to St.Ptrick and the merry days of Yore a toast to the Gods and Goddesses". The men raised there glasses and drank and Arthur began to sing," Oh drink up me fine Irish genbtlemen, Drink Up me buckos, Drink till the ye hearts of full wine and ale, drink to ye old St.PAtrick. For we go now to see him in a nevermore land where the wine is good and the girls are pretty. I fear we shall never see thee again. Drink up me fine Irishmen drinkup drink up. For we got to the Emerald Isles to kiss the Blarney Stone". He then npticed the Goddess Veronna dancing among the men and thought " Now I have seen everything". He then looekd at she talked with a bard and noticed that the bard did not know her which seemed immpossible to him.
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