The people of Finnmire are a suspicious lot. 

They find portents in nearly everything. 
Each owl call is a sign of impending doom. 
Each sighting of a crow a symbol of urgent death of family. 

Celine's Eve is no exception. 

There are a million and one superstitions of Her supposed Birthday. 

The people of the Fenns claim that she walks as the dead and takes booty from those she passes:  candy, silverware, heirlooms, money and even sometimes children. 

The truth could be as simple as crooks and criminals sieze the opportunity presented by people's superstitions to do their craft unimpeded or as sinister as Celine the Black walking Nearatha and taking what she wants. 

Never-the-less, this year, Her Eve is of extreme portent. 

Some say that the dead shall walk with her. 

Others say that the dead from the Endless Darkness have empowered her, but all of Finnmire blood can feel something tingling. 

Something stirring in their blood, sinews and even core. 

As Her birthday approaches, they feel a sense of Dread coming with it. 

Is she coming to take her booty in neara...or blood?

Many a wise person tells of ways to ward her off on her ill fated birthday celebration.

Some say leave a candle in your window as a lighthouse to show her away from the rocks.

Others say leave her a neara outside your door as her share of your treasure.

Still others say turn off all light nearby lest you attract her gaze.

Food, wine, water, livestock, money, jewelry, salt, gems, iron...what will keep her away?

Or can anything keep her gone.






The above post is inspired by a game I do plot on, Portals.  Celine's Eve is a holiday in the game.  Come check us out at http://www.portalslarp.com .

Of course, Portals isn't a happy game, so don't expect butterflies and sunshine.  The weak of heart need not apply.



( Lyrics for halloween )