The Feast of St. Armstrong of the Church of Mournful Rejuvenation of FrenchPost
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
Saint Armstrong
On the 13th of the month that it might still freeze and the beast overrun us it is tradition to hold a large feast with savory stews and sweet breads, baked inside the sweet breads are little metal tokens. Those that find these tokens are chosen to leave the town for a day and a year on a journey of exploration like the patron saint of the church of mournful rejuvenation, St. Armstrong.
The townsfolk cheerfully will give the adventures Salt, Torches, Rations, a fresh shave and enough rope to hang themselves if they so choose.
No one has ever chosen not to go, it would be bad mojo for the town as everyone believes that the church keeps the lights on in town and the beasts at bay.
“Pilgrims” as they are called are not completely cut off from FrenchPost during the year and a day, they are welcome at Gastons Catfish Farm and Salvage Works on the north side of town. It is a gathering place on the river for various nefarious river folk and expeditions west to Lunar and East to Thorney Pines
cool piece of stained glass seen on the internet http://peaceloveglass.com
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