Sera Isoletta
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Estate of the Nameless House
Allirian Reach
A Week Before Midwinter
Long before the family of the Nameless house lost their family name, they celebrated the Lady's Feast of Midwinter, a tradition dating back into the farthest mists of time. It was a time of peace and welcome to celebrate the Lady and her bounty. Doors were flung wide and a two-week celebration was held. Feasts lasted until dawn every night, save for Midwinter's night itself, while the days were filled with contests and revelry.
This year was no different. Sera Isoloetta, youngest daughter of the Nameless House buzzed with anticipation as dawn approached. Recently knighted, the Elf-maid stood watch above the gates. The biting wind nipped at her cheeks and chilled the armor she wore, while the men-at-arms patrolling the walls shivered beneath their cloaks. Isoletta rubbed her hands together, but it made no difference to the chill seeping into her bones.
To the East, the first glimmer of sunlight crept above the horizon, spreading a dainty finger of light across the land towards them.
"Open the gates!" Isoletta called below to the servants in the courtyard, which was already bustling and full of activity. "The sun has arrived!" Her musical voice floated across the hubbub and cheers of excitement broke from the people loitering below, followed quickly by a rapid increase in movement. The Lady's Feast had begun as it had every year thousands of untold years. Only her house preserved this ancient tradition and the rituals associated with it.
Guests would begin arriving and the guest-rooms in the castle would fill up before spilling out into the surrounding town. No great city, by any means, but enough to serve for this event and the year-long business it required to stockpile enough supplies to last through the week. Invitations had been sent months in advance-- to Elbion, to Alliria, to Vel Anir, to Belgrath and Fal'Addas. Messengers riding swift horses and clad in silver robes with the emblem of the Nameless House on their banner. Some of the guests had already begun to arrive, as long-travel distances dictated, and they were welcomed warmly. Yet by custom, the gates were not flung open until the first finger of sunlight moved past the horizon the week before Midwinter.
Others, uninvited, had come as well, for word spread. Musicians, jugglers, acrobats, magicians all began to flow into the castle and town to make their living performing during the great party. Some were hired by the Nameless House to perform at the feasts, but others made there way with no intention of entering the castle. Instead, they would perform in the streets and the few inns. Most of the adolescents in the town had been hired to work at the feasts, rotating through so they all had time to celebrate.
Her watch now over, Sera Isoletta waited for her relief and then made her way back down the steps to the courtyard, fighting off a yawn from her weariness. There was time for a brief sleep, to leave her refreshed for the day's events. Today was the great riddle-contest and it would last from midmorning to almost sunset. Longer if there were those exceptionally skilled in the art. She was no scholar or sharp-minded wit, but could hold her own decently enough. Not well enough to be crowned as the Lady's Riddle-master for the week. That normally went to one of the bards or sages that came to visit.
She went to her chamber and bathed quickly in water that spent the night warming on the hearth before changing into fresher, more formal clothes. No armor for the day, since the jousts would not be until the second day, to leave competitors a chance to recover their strength.
Not long after a short nap, she was back out in the courtyard, moving amongst the quickly-growing crowd as the feast-guests began to stream inwards. Already a dais was being set up and marked off by the gate for the riddle-contest and contestants were giving their name to the Riddle-Marshal as they signed up to test their mental acuteness. Not only would the winner get a title, but a ceremonial holly crown to wear for the week and the title of Lord or Lady Riddle-master.
She didn't think that particularly appealing, but she was going to do her best regardless, and enjoy the contests.
Nicodemus Samael Ukrit Nahr Tholiel Ironarm Cra'ull Anverth Kettlewhistle
Estate of the Nameless House
Allirian Reach
A Week Before Midwinter
Long before the family of the Nameless house lost their family name, they celebrated the Lady's Feast of Midwinter, a tradition dating back into the farthest mists of time. It was a time of peace and welcome to celebrate the Lady and her bounty. Doors were flung wide and a two-week celebration was held. Feasts lasted until dawn every night, save for Midwinter's night itself, while the days were filled with contests and revelry.
This year was no different. Sera Isoloetta, youngest daughter of the Nameless House buzzed with anticipation as dawn approached. Recently knighted, the Elf-maid stood watch above the gates. The biting wind nipped at her cheeks and chilled the armor she wore, while the men-at-arms patrolling the walls shivered beneath their cloaks. Isoletta rubbed her hands together, but it made no difference to the chill seeping into her bones.
To the East, the first glimmer of sunlight crept above the horizon, spreading a dainty finger of light across the land towards them.
"Open the gates!" Isoletta called below to the servants in the courtyard, which was already bustling and full of activity. "The sun has arrived!" Her musical voice floated across the hubbub and cheers of excitement broke from the people loitering below, followed quickly by a rapid increase in movement. The Lady's Feast had begun as it had every year thousands of untold years. Only her house preserved this ancient tradition and the rituals associated with it.
Guests would begin arriving and the guest-rooms in the castle would fill up before spilling out into the surrounding town. No great city, by any means, but enough to serve for this event and the year-long business it required to stockpile enough supplies to last through the week. Invitations had been sent months in advance-- to Elbion, to Alliria, to Vel Anir, to Belgrath and Fal'Addas. Messengers riding swift horses and clad in silver robes with the emblem of the Nameless House on their banner. Some of the guests had already begun to arrive, as long-travel distances dictated, and they were welcomed warmly. Yet by custom, the gates were not flung open until the first finger of sunlight moved past the horizon the week before Midwinter.
Others, uninvited, had come as well, for word spread. Musicians, jugglers, acrobats, magicians all began to flow into the castle and town to make their living performing during the great party. Some were hired by the Nameless House to perform at the feasts, but others made there way with no intention of entering the castle. Instead, they would perform in the streets and the few inns. Most of the adolescents in the town had been hired to work at the feasts, rotating through so they all had time to celebrate.
Her watch now over, Sera Isoletta waited for her relief and then made her way back down the steps to the courtyard, fighting off a yawn from her weariness. There was time for a brief sleep, to leave her refreshed for the day's events. Today was the great riddle-contest and it would last from midmorning to almost sunset. Longer if there were those exceptionally skilled in the art. She was no scholar or sharp-minded wit, but could hold her own decently enough. Not well enough to be crowned as the Lady's Riddle-master for the week. That normally went to one of the bards or sages that came to visit.
She went to her chamber and bathed quickly in water that spent the night warming on the hearth before changing into fresher, more formal clothes. No armor for the day, since the jousts would not be until the second day, to leave competitors a chance to recover their strength.
Not long after a short nap, she was back out in the courtyard, moving amongst the quickly-growing crowd as the feast-guests began to stream inwards. Already a dais was being set up and marked off by the gate for the riddle-contest and contestants were giving their name to the Riddle-Marshal as they signed up to test their mental acuteness. Not only would the winner get a title, but a ceremonial holly crown to wear for the week and the title of Lord or Lady Riddle-master.
She didn't think that particularly appealing, but she was going to do her best regardless, and enjoy the contests.
Nicodemus Samael Ukrit Nahr Tholiel Ironarm Cra'ull Anverth Kettlewhistle