Logan
09-14-15, 10:45 AM
The streets of the Bazaar during the days leading up to the Feast of Jomil were always far busier than any other time of the year. Celebrations were barely under way in Raiaera, and preparations began in earnest in Alerar. Even with all of the strife since the Adventurer's Crown and the Pode debacle, the shoppers were extra heavy, which seemed to have an effect on the unusually chipper merchants.
The Feast of Jomil was a celebration of the Thayne of the cycle of life, from birth to death. The traditions started in Raiaera, among the ancient elves, as they celebrated Jomil. The Tsuya Memorial, the culmination of the two-week long celebration period for the Raiaerans, required small trinkets of little to no value placed on the grave or at the base of the memorial stone of lost loved ones. Unfortunately, all of their trinkets required purchasing, and so it came to be merchants across Althanas, but mostly among those in the Bazaar, learned to love the Feast of Jomil.
While the Raiaerans celebrated Jomil most specifically, other countries and regions adopted the celebrations into their own cultures for one reason or another. Alerar, for instance, took to celebrating the loved ones lost to the next world, instead of Jomil, choosing to more specifically take part in the Tsuya Memorial traditions of the ancestors. Even Fallien held celebrations across their lands, in honor of the healthy births of their young with tributes with offerings to Suravani and Jya. Across all of Althanas, the Feast of Jomil was the one holiday everyone could agree to respect and celebrate in some way, shape or form.
Logan found moving about the Bazaar roads a bit harder than usual with so many people packed into tight, confined spaces. His eyes danced about in search of a particular merchant; one who specialized in a specific type of gear for specific types of occasions. Behind him, a shopper shoved into him heavily, and the psion could only roll his eyes and grumble. What was meant to be a great time of celebration seemed to quickly find a way to be tainted by the vast concept of consumerism among Althanians.
The psion let out a deep, unsatisfied sigh and turned to leave.
I'm better off picking these items up in a few weeks when the sheep have been shepherded away.
Before he could make it to the end of the street, however, he heard a small voice call out to him.
As always, I want to RP out the entire sequence as a full thread with an opportunity for a no judgement, should the bazaar mod be up for it. I will take any Bazaar Mod willing, but we will need to speak so we can discuss the details and purpose for Logan's shopping adventure.
The Feast of Jomil was a celebration of the Thayne of the cycle of life, from birth to death. The traditions started in Raiaera, among the ancient elves, as they celebrated Jomil. The Tsuya Memorial, the culmination of the two-week long celebration period for the Raiaerans, required small trinkets of little to no value placed on the grave or at the base of the memorial stone of lost loved ones. Unfortunately, all of their trinkets required purchasing, and so it came to be merchants across Althanas, but mostly among those in the Bazaar, learned to love the Feast of Jomil.
While the Raiaerans celebrated Jomil most specifically, other countries and regions adopted the celebrations into their own cultures for one reason or another. Alerar, for instance, took to celebrating the loved ones lost to the next world, instead of Jomil, choosing to more specifically take part in the Tsuya Memorial traditions of the ancestors. Even Fallien held celebrations across their lands, in honor of the healthy births of their young with tributes with offerings to Suravani and Jya. Across all of Althanas, the Feast of Jomil was the one holiday everyone could agree to respect and celebrate in some way, shape or form.
Logan found moving about the Bazaar roads a bit harder than usual with so many people packed into tight, confined spaces. His eyes danced about in search of a particular merchant; one who specialized in a specific type of gear for specific types of occasions. Behind him, a shopper shoved into him heavily, and the psion could only roll his eyes and grumble. What was meant to be a great time of celebration seemed to quickly find a way to be tainted by the vast concept of consumerism among Althanians.
The psion let out a deep, unsatisfied sigh and turned to leave.
I'm better off picking these items up in a few weeks when the sheep have been shepherded away.
Before he could make it to the end of the street, however, he heard a small voice call out to him.
As always, I want to RP out the entire sequence as a full thread with an opportunity for a no judgement, should the bazaar mod be up for it. I will take any Bazaar Mod willing, but we will need to speak so we can discuss the details and purpose for Logan's shopping adventure.