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22 - Harvest Moon Viewing
Who: Everyone!
What: Harvest Moon Viewing
When: September 10, 6 PM
Where: The Meeting Hall grounds
Summary: The Heavens are throwing a moon-viewing party!
Party Games
Moon Viewing
Mazed & Confused
Wild Moon
In Summary:
What: Harvest Moon Viewing
When: September 10, 6 PM
Where: The Meeting Hall grounds
Summary: The Heavens are throwing a moon-viewing party!
Party Games
- Children are dashing all over the moon-viewing grounds in the early evening, flying kites or playing tag and other games. Many of them are wearing cute seasonal rabbit masks made of paper, or sporting ink curlicues and scribbles drawn over their faces, if they've lost too many games.
Card games and spinning top battles, a few practice archery butts towards the edge of the park, poetry-composing competitions, and even badminton: there's something for everyone, and anyone who doesn't look too busy may find themselves offered a rabbit mask and a game to play. Or perhaps you'd like to try your hand at drawing people into your own game?
Moon Viewing
- The moon rises not long after sunset, looming over the garden in hazy golden and red splendor thanks to the volcanic fumes in the atmosphere. The games are winding down as darkness falls, and the faint scent of burning incense fills the air as people settle to view the moon rise. Shinki in their festival best, adorned with Amaterasu's golden chrysanthemum, are serving the guests. They set out trays of fresh seasonal fruit (Japanese pears, persimmons, and chestnuts) and plates of mochi, serve sake, and light portable grills to cook sweet potatoes and skewers of meat.
Mazed & Confused
- Part of the grounds have been rearranged into a hedge-maze made of tall, plumed grasses packed close together. A sign at the entrance reads, "Bring back my ribbon from the center of the maze,
and I'll give you a special prize!"
Unfortunately, that's harder than it sounds. The maze is full of dead ends, confusing turns, and twisty little passages, which all look alike. It's almost magical how easy it is to lose your way inside, and the tufted grass will prove to have painfully sharp edges if anyone tries to cheat by pushing their way through the "walls" of the maze.
Those who successfully find their way to the center will find a white ribbon fluttering from the top of a tall pole. If they can climb the pole, pull the ribbon free, and make it back to the entrance, they will hear the sound of a child's laughter, and the ribbon in their hand will disappear to be replaced by a round cake of mochi. Enjoy the prize!
Wild Moon
- One of the children participating most energetically in the games of tag and dashing around the party is wearing an oversized gray hoodie with the hood pulled up right to the edges of his happy rabbit mask. He's not being very careful, either: he keeps bumping into other party attendees and barely taking the time to mutter an apology before he sprints away.
Although nothing noticeable happens at the time, anyone who's been tagged or bumped into by that particular child will begin to feel more emotional, quicker to react, and less self-controlled as the night wears on. Those who he only brushed by won't be too powerfully affected, but the more times that he has run into someone, the stronger the effect will grow.
(Note: This won't cause anyone to have emotions that they wouldn't feel otherwise, but both ongoing moods and temporary reactions could be amplified.)
In Summary:
- Play party games
- Relax with snacks
- Try to solve the hedge maze
- Go wild
- Have fun~
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Someday I will bring Caladbolg out to see how well you fight against it. [he says casually, turning to face Caster.] I'm not Ulster-born.
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Just don't. Those are not playthings. [ However uncle Fergus' story went, he doesn't deserve for his famed sword to be treated like a toy. What else Archer has there in this bullshit library of his - Excalibur? ]
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Those aren't playthings. [Archer sighs and offers a bow.] I was thinking you may enjoy testing yourself against this blade. My apologies.
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If I wanted to do that I had my chance already. [ He didn't want to fight Fergus, just like he didn't want to fight Ferdiad. Out of the two, it was uncle Fergus who felt the same, and so they exchanged those geis forcing them to yield to each other in battle. ]
I admit though, your research is impressive. [ Curious is that he still tries to research instead of just asking questions. ] But there's more to the story than just combination of trivia.
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Hm. [Archer's expression softens a tiny bit, and he puts away the bow, apparently no longer interested in beating his own record.]
I would like to know more than just the collection of trivia. [he admits.] There's no full translation of your legend, and most that I can find or what I remember are such collections of trivia.
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Hmm, sure. But I guess it's kind of boring if I tell it... [ But yeah, mental connection druids= teachers = storytellers is there. It just gets a little strange when talking about himself. He agreed already so-
He finds a place to sit comfortably. If Archer is stopping the showing off archery skills he can join and sit too. Probably dressing up again wouldn't hurt. No more excuses for one sleeve down, if you're not using a bow. ]
So what do you want to know? Shoot. [ Caladbolg story or something else? ]
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It's all the better if you tell it. [Archer clears his throat.] What I want to hear right now is the Caladbolg story. Other ones can wait.
[Yes, that means he's going to pester you for telling him your own tale, Caster.]
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Fine, fine... If you want to know from where that great sword came from- sorry to disappoint, but I've got no idea. Fergus had it ever since I remember. [ He pauses, that would be the moment to take a smoke if he had cigarettes with him. Good excuse to gather thoughts and words ]
Fergus mac Róich, that's his full name. He was king of Ulster before Conchobar, but, well things happened. [ Like literally getting tricked out of the throne but staying with Ulster anyway ] I wasn't there yet for that part though. When I decided to take up arms he was the one to take me away from my mother. Since that day he's been my foster-father.
[ Sure, it's the story of the sword, but in his mind, the person who wielded is just as important ]
Caladbolg was said to be literally made out of solid lightning. How did uncle Fergus acquire it is a story I sadly never heard. But was powerful enough to kill gods. Wouldn't be surprised if it was made by them too. [ So you got quite an amazing thing there in your armory, Archer, even if it's just a copy ]
He obviously took it when he left Emain Macha.
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He waits for a long moment before he prompts Caster to tell more.]
That's not the end. [then he adds with a slight, mischievous smirk.] If you continue I may recall the story of how he acquired the Caladbolg.
[A tale for a tale, that's a fair exchange.]
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You're right there is more. [ It turns sours soon. There was a reason why Caster stopped where he did. ] See, uncle Fergus got himself exiled.
There was this whole thing, where Conchobar's intended bride- hmmm, I don't remember her name... [ Caster was in the Land of Shadows, living some of his best years in Dun Scaith at that time. He learned what happened only when he returned. ] She eloped with her lover and brothers. The king looked for them everywhere, and when he found them, he forgave them and they can come back home. Fergus, his son and few others guys were sent to escort them back and well-
[ The husband and his brothers sworn to not eat until they reach Emain Macha feast, while all Ulstermen were set on continuously inviting Fergus and his men for feasts as they traveled. They couldn't reject offer of hospitality and so the journey ran long... ]
Turned out everyone aside from the bride-to-be got murdered. The new husband, his brothers... Fergus' son got killed protecting them. Nasty story, really. Fergus and his men trashed Emain Macha in rage and left. They defected to Connacht right into queen's Medb loving embrace.
[ That might be just phrasing... or exactly what it says on the tin, since Fergus did become her lover. By any account what Fergus did was treason, but is this as simple? Didn't the king betray him first by killing his son? That's too complicated, Caster prefers simpler situations. ]
The rest you know, right? Connacht invaded us later. I had that thing going where I battled them one by one on the fords. [ He snickers as if it was a funny memory ] Medb send Fergus one day, she probably thought that I won't want fight my foster-father and get killed in process.
[ He slaps his knee and ties as if it was the greatest conspiracy ]
Neither did uncle Fergus want that. That's where we got those oaths. I yielded to him that day, but he had to do the same next time we fought. Turns out it was a pretty useful deal, because when he arrived again it was in the final part of war - and he made his entrance with a whole army!
[ His snicker turns into a laugh. He doesn't say it, but yes, that's right. He was licking his wounds, but when he heard about Fergus, he went there to challenge him. This bloody, beaten up kid in front of his army- and he had to yield and return to Connacht ]
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Well played.
[he makes a pause, gathering words for a genuine praise of a well told tale.]
It's a splendid tale, and speaks well of your foster father. I'm afraid that my own is rather plain one in comparision.
Caladbolg is a demonical sword, forged with the sole wish of 'destroying those who took what's ours'. The blade that twists time and space had been cursed from the moment of its creation, forged from lightning and the living sacrifice. By some trick of fate it's never been used, awaiting the right time and right wielder. Which happened to be your foster father.
As to the tale of him acquiring it, well, it's no wonder he never spoke of it. [a dramatic pause.] After all, a tale of getting caught with pants down by the angry bull is not something I'd enjoy telling, but there it was. One angry bull, one Fergus Mac Roich and one convenient old and dead tree that was hiding remains of a burned body twisted around the said sword.
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Oh shit- that was a good one! [ He's close to wiping tears from his eyes, really ] Hysterical, even!
[ And you know what's best? Totally in character, for Fergus to piss off a bull by pissing at the wrong tree. It takes Caster a while to calm down from the laughing fit ]
Seriously, you have to be making this one up. [ It's not an accusation- if anything it's more of an approval. Making story like this on a spot takes some serious creativity, making it funny and spot-on a good sense of caustic humor. Oh sure, Archer is a snarky bastard, so he always knew there is a bit of that hiding underneath- he just didn't expect such quality. ]
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You set the standards so high I had to improvise to reach your level.
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I'm no bard, I can't just come up with stuff on the spot. [ Apparently unlike Archer. That's a skill he never expected the grumpy hipster to have. Too bad you need to be a pretty social person to be a successful bard. ]
But I've heard enough of them to be a good judge.
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I'll take it as a compliment.
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Maybe we can trade stories some other day again.
[ If you ever want to hear the one about how he got his spear, he probably won't shut up about it. If he does decide to share it of course. ]
Well, I won't keep you busy more than necessary [ He stands up, ready to leave. Archers gotta train archery, and Casters got to... IDK cast their nets or something. ]
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[Archer chuckles and also gets up. Yes, he's going to pester Caster for stories from now on, and share the ones he does recall.
Archer is done training archery, but Caster surely has to cast the bait for someone, or multiple someones.]
Good luck then and have fun.