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Festival Feast of the Dead [AW]

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Feast of the Dead [AW]

The Death Bringer soared in the Eternal Realm until time tallied right -- she knew exactly what the mortal’s had been up to, and the loss of many only invigorated another cycle of rebirth. Well, to an extent, of course. Some might presume her to be a bad omen, but what of the times when she sought to exceed expectations and bring the dead back to life?

Spirits, for one, were an honor to conceal.

However, as for today, a festival like always was more than overdue. Appearing from the shadows in harboring darkness and wisped feathers, Kulla’s talons reaped atone a branch from a deadwood tree - its creaking was ignored, eeriness filtered like a graveyard’s yawn. This was where she affronted the festival each year, and the permeation of death only additioned this unique blessing. Bones did not decay as they scattered near and far, skeletal remains strewn across the barren wasteland, soiled in rot. At the heart sat a crumbling monolith, its mausoleum of marble and stone weathered against the test of time; however, what creates the large resting place is a garish tomb of obscure stone, minced with obsidian through its cold exterior. In all of that, stairs led up to the entrance of a crumbled monument -- on either side lay identical, raven statues, guarding it in a life-like and eerie manner. The Bringer of Death knew this very well, for it was hers to call home. Skulls were inlaid in the walls and ceiling, whereas a chandelier made of bone hung from above, rocking back and forth against fall’s wind.

She was sure to have the torches inspire a hint of light, though their age caused flickering in spite of magic continuing to weave among it. There were many things that draped this landscape into perfection, but its waning sought otherwise; mist hung heavy, unsettling the silence as hallowed graves sat nearby.

Kulla rather enjoyed the company of emptiness and shattered bones.

All the wars, battles and deaths were simply a part of life -- living only opened a road to an end, did it not? Just for a while, the raven would instill that desire of happiness and yearning to those that understood loss, or knew someone that was no longer mortal; a cornucopia wove from the dust, blankets etched to offer comfort for those that wished to attend. Sown in violet, their placement resided beneath the base of the monumental and dead tree. But that was not all: fresh fruit and vegetables laid atop a table, various meats (cooked and uncooked) presented in an admirable fashion. Whatever a mortal desired, it would be there. However, Kulla also invested time into weaving a special treat, adding pumpkins, apple muffins, sweetened candy, and roasted pumpkin seeds in their own set of bowls. This would be enough for now, because her sole purpose for being here was now festering from the shadows of magic – feathers worn, smoke entwining, the Death Bringer awakened the souls of those that do not normally cross back into the mortal realm after passing. At the arms of opening, the dead would thus walk among earth once again, just for a little while. “Creatures of Yavania,” Words strung in cold, uncanny tones, reaching into the minds of every mortal, “Come, feast with the living dead.” It was a gesture that rang on low hums, wings spread to exercise her power among the graveyard once more.

Once done, the raven would slip into the shadows, never to be seen.

Until Oct 31st, Kulla is allowing the dead to visit the mortal realm in a ghost-like form called Spirits. They cannot interact physically with the living or use magic. Only creatures who have died in Yavania may come back as spirits. To see who those characters are, see the Births, Deaths, & Spirits page.

To participate, make a thread marked with [FotD] in one of the Divine Lands. To post a dead character (if they're account is deleted), use your OC account and say in an OC note who you are posting with (unless you have a PS of your character with their name on it). If you do not have an OC account, make one to participate.

She walks. | "She talks."


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RE: Feast of the Dead [AW]

Mayzee Godin


Mayzee heard the voice and had hurriedly made her way there. Feast with the living dead? It sounded like something she could actually touch or once. As she came across the graveyard, she slowed to a walk as she looked about. Eyeing everything she saw till she came across the food. There were many different types, there were also blankets that she avoided touching. Maybe she could feel them, but she was way too scared to even try to touch them. Should she? Should she not? There were too many assumptions that she was making and honestly she rather not have come now. It felt overwhelming and Mayzee would appreciate the feeling going away. The spirit wanted to feel like she was shivering, like she was cold but she knew that wouldn’t happen. A spirit couldn’t do anything and it bothered her

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RE: Feast of the Dead [AW]

Loki Fritjov

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow

Kulla's summons made the golden male frown, and he slowly made his way towards the feast. Living dead. Did that mean what he assumed it did? Loki was no stranger to Spirits. Not to be confused with draugr, of course.

"The dead walk the mortal realm tonight," Loki said, musing to himself as he noticed and then approached the familiar spectral form of Mayzee. "Greetings again, Queen." Loki would respect her title until she declined to be addressed by it. Hypnosis activated but failed (due to Mayzee being a spirit). "Tell me, why attend this feast?" Of course, she could ask him the same question, couldn't she? Loki's curiosity and desire for knowledge ad overwhelmed him. Perhaps her reason was similar?

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