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Posted by on 1998 Oct 17 |

Gathering of Storytellers: Prepare Your Spookiest Tale!

(The Three Provinces: 293 Skullcleaver 355)

Sat, Oct 31, 10:30pm ET

Your best tales for autumn’s closing and Jeolandu are hereby being solicited. The spookier the better! Contact me at dream@dm.net ASAP to reserve your 10 minute (or so) storytelling spot this night.

We will gather this night to ready the traditional spooky offerings in preparation for Jeolandu, a few days later in the week.

Everyone else, mark your calendars, and bring someone who will hold your hand when these chilling tales are told! Costumes are optional. Refreshments will be some of Ivor’s best brews. Then join us at Baearholt’s Taproom, just a few steps up the Northern Trade Route at the twisting trail.

Sat, Oct 31, 10:30pm ET

Jeolandu Background

from a collection of folk traditions compiled by Barnacus Vinayan

As the nights grow cold and dark and the harvest winds down, Faenella is honored for her gifts of inspiration and music. These gifts are held as things essential to make it through the long winter.

Many taverns will use this day to show off improvements and new attractions in the hopes of gaining additional customers in the winter season. Bards are encouraged to perform and often showcase their newest works. In the last day of this holiday, the last great caravan trains before winter fully sets in are sent off to the far reaches of the world, in the hopes that Faenella’s blessing with see them through.

Murrula’s blessings are often sought at the start of winter to strengthen the hope of surviving to the spring.

Near the eve of this day, around the 29th of Dolefaren, as the reality of the dark winter nights grows more real, many seek to undertake one last warding against the coming of Asketi. It is custom to take on the aspects of nightmare creatures or to carry a token of such through the streets of the town that is called home. This is often a time for the bravest of hunters to show off their prowess though the trophy they carry. In many towns, it is the children who take on these aspects and who are lead through the town from door to door demanding tribute, as spirits of darkness, in the form of treats.