King’s Autumn Feast
The highlight of the week was of course the King’s Autumn Feast. Sartar’s Palace was decorated with all the regiments’ and tribes’ banners. Among the guests were court members, nobility, and officers from the summer campaign: Erik with Yealla dressed in matching outfits in the colours of autumn, Fionn, Grumbold, Harold, Ivarenna, and Quatlu with Darra. Julian showed up with Harmaleenrios who definitely was among the best dressed. Serbitar also showed up in a fancy outfit, only to find that he wasn’t on the guest list, being neither a titled noble nor a veteran from the summer war season. Afur with Sod was on his way to the feast when he was instead brought to the temple of Orlanth to do his second week of cult duties.
The feast began with King Argrath bestowing the title of Baroness to Ten-thane Ivarenna.
After the ceremony, King Argrath spoke.
My honored warriors, veterans of the battles waged in the recent season, hear me now, for the echoes of our triumphs and losses still reverberate like the distant thunder of a passing storm. We stand on the precipice of reflection, where the memories of our struggles are etched upon the landscape of our minds.
In the Fire Season campaign that has just passed, we have felt the raw power of the elements unleashed upon the battlefield like the wrath of gods themselves. We have stood shoulder to shoulder, united in purpose and resolve, against foes both mortal and otherworldly.
We have faced the might of the Lunar Empire, their legions marching with the relentless determination of a force fueled by tyranny and oppression. We have felt the sting of their blades, the fury of their spells, and yet we have not faltered in our defiance.
For we are the children of Sartar, heirs to a legacy steeped in bravery and sacrifice. We carry within us the spirit of our ancestors, the indomitable will to stand against any foe, no matter how formidable. And together, we have proven that even the mightiest of empires can be brought to their knees by the strength of our convictions.
But let us not forget the price we have paid, the blood that has been spilled upon the sacred soil of our homeland. Let us honor the memory of those who have fallen, whose sacrifice has paved the way for our victories. Let us learn from our mistakes, and let us never forget the lessons we have learned in the heat of battle.
For though the war of the past season may be over, the struggle for the freedom of Sartar continues. We must remain vigilant, for our enemies are cunning and relentless, and they will stop at nothing to see us crushed beneath their heel.
And so I call upon you, my brave warriors, to stand firm in the face of whatever challenges may lie ahead. Together, we shall honor the legacy of those who have come before us, and together, we shall ensure that the flame of Sartar continues to burn bright.
For Sartar! For Orlanth! For the memory of those who have fallen and the hope of those yet to come!
As Argrath's voice carries across the gathering of veteran officers, a tension hangs in the air, a subtle undercurrent of apprehension mingling with the palpable sense of reverence. The audience listens intently, their reactions as varied as the landscape of Glorantha itself.
Some nod in agreement, their expressions a reflection of unwavering loyalty to Argrath and a shared commitment to the cause of Sartar's freedom. Their faith in him as a leader, despite his dalliance with draconic mysticism, is unwavering. They see in him the embodiment of their hopes and dreams, a beacon of strength in the face of adversity.
Yet, among the crowd, there are those whose eyes betray a flicker of unease, a lingering doubt born of fear and mistrust. They have heard the whispers about Argrath's connection to the dragons, the rumors of powers beyond mortal comprehension. To them, his embrace of such forces is a source of concern, a shadow cast upon an otherwise noble cause.
These skeptics exchange wary glances, their expressions guarded as they weigh the risks of following a leader whose hatred for the Lunar Empire is so strong that he seems prepared to do anything in his power to crush it. They cannot deny the strength of his convictions, nor the charisma that draws others to his side, but they remain wary, ever vigilant against the possibility of betrayal.
And yet, despite the discordant whispers of doubt that linger in the air, there is a shared recognition among all present of the gravity of the situation, the urgency of the task at hand. For in the end, whether out of unwavering faith or begrudging acceptance, they are united by a common purpose: the defense of their homeland against all who would seek to destroy it.
As Argrath's speech reaches its crescendo, a resounding chorus of affirmation rises up from the assembled warriors, their voices a testament to their determination to stand together in the face of adversity, no matter the cost.
And so the evening continued with food, drink, music, and dance.