NOCHE DE AVIVAMIENTO

One must always be drunk! By wheat or fortune, rye or victory one should find himself delirious, delighted, and stumbling from all life offers.

These are the words of Nade Amaro, of the Goreki family of Ma'khet, the patron father of taverns. I know much awaits you this extended feast, but if you intend to dawdle about the Inn Wednesday night, I invite you to join myself and Commodore Piper as we celebrate an early Noche De Avivamiento. Avivamiento is also known as Masquerade Day or The Parade of Faces. Every August we devise caricature costumes of our beloved primal spirits, and do their work to the utmost. Impersonators of the Drowned Prince perform acts of charity and disperse fresh fruits and clean water; billowing figures in death masks offer consolation and dig graves in tribute to the Ferryman; children of the Warrior Heart don their finest armor and offer to educate their neighbors in the art of combat. And so on and so on. It is our most bombastic and elaborate form of veneration to the Goreki, and the many other hundreds of Sacred Spirits that proliferate our city-states. Let us provide you with some small example now, and perhaps you shall join us later in the summer.

During this extended feast, where the wine flows sweet and rich, Commodore Owen Piper and myself give praise to Nade Amaro; the Flame of the Hearth, The Barman, Keeper of the Shifting Inn. It is Amaro that encourages our brotherhood. No one is to sit forlorn nor alone when the bar serves as his temple. None shall strike each other in anger, only sport. The bar becomes the port in the storm, a place of refuge and merriment.

Please, entreat my beloved with jests and songs and your happy company if you see him in his regalia.

It'll be hard to miss.

Why did no one tell me that there is a patron saint of bars?!??

The Goreki family attend to, and represent, major cultural facets of Coast Haven.

Of course there is a god of bars.

I shall be attending this festival, please do convert me

The hell, my top NCO is Costadari, and she never once told me about a patron saint of bars and booze! I'm gonna have some stern words with Duchamp when I get back to old Port V.

But in the meantime, I'm more than happy to educate myself firsthand.