It was quite the odd sight, clusters of people dressed like jesters, or prancing devil, or one group were in badly done Lyran dance costumes, all dancing, running about, making noise or music (well, the music was mostly noise), all on the day after the New Year’s Birth. It is quite sobering. I should know. I was there staring out at it from my inn window. I soon got dressed, moved myself slowly downstairs, and made "sophisticated and urbane sounding inquires" (which were neither thanks to the amount of mead the previous night) of the Inn Keeper. He who told me all about this mad tradition of his city’s while I had bread and beer for breakfast. Baldius and the Trader’s Way Blue Press 1524
The Rite of Children is a beautiful service. The children practice their parts for a month under the tutalage of the local priests. Then they will sing, recite, and pray for their parents and the sults of the congregation.
She is The Princess of the Night Faire
It is that most magical night, it is time for the Night Faire
Christmas type holiday that can be thrown into any city/town.
A golden skull contains the spirit of a person who has been magically entrapped in an ethereal undead status by an ancient ritual. The person was boiled alive in a golden mixture until nothing remained of him except the bones, now covered by a golden layer. Whoever has these golden bones, controls the spirit and can command it. It can assault the living with wind and storm. Manipulate objects and communicate with the living. (Inspired by Anne Rice, Servant of the Bones)