A Well Earned Celebration

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[The battle was over and the god Reshiram defeated, driven away by the aid of Union and its allies. The city was safe, by and large, and as the news spread throughout the peoples of the tundra, they began streaming back into the settlement in droves. Dirty, ash-coated faces were filled with relief and gratitude when they saw that it wasn't just a rumor and that their home had indeed been spared. Not everyone was so lucky, but they'd weathered worse, of course. The people of Glacier endured, as they would always endure, and they were also a people that repaid their debts. And they most certainly all agreed that they owed their rescuers a debt.

So, as night fell after the battle, a great celebration was prepared in the center of Glacier. A wide square was cleared away in a matter of hours, and the people gathered what they could in a show of thanks. Tables of food, bonfires towering into the night sky to keep out the autumn chill, and throngs of cheering wellwishers lined the area. Warriors of glacier, men carrying swords and women all bearing axes offered enthusiastic handshakes and claps on the back. Music of all kinds was played, though tribal tunes full of horn and percussion, chanting and yodeling, and even some brass groups dominated the soundscape.

A platform for various elders was set up, and they offered speeches, of course...but those were somehow dwarfed by the presence of the divine beings that were waiting silently for the proceedings to end. Some of the gods that had come to the aid of the war parties had apparently decided to stay, though their reasons were as mysterious as they themselves. The humans would have their time, and the Servants would mingle freely throughout the evening.

Food, of course, is set out in piles. Meat, fish, arctic berries, and various pastries and the like line table after table. A smorgasbord of Glacier specialties, each with a new and unique flavor all their own, and some (such as the stew) possessing a smell that only a native could probably endure. Akutaq in particular seems to stand out among the worst offenders, but the Glacier natives seem rather fond of it, and offer it to their rescuers with great gusto.

And the rewards do not stop at simple meals. either. As the speeches begin to wind down, a woman some might find familiar walks up onto the stage carrying a singularly massive trunk and dropping it down onto the wood with a heavy thud.]

Southerners! You have done a great deed this day! We, the people of Glacier, would like to thank you and honor your sacrifice! Few would do as you have done, coming to the aide of strangers against the might of that dragon...and you have accomplished something we did not think possible. To that end, we would like to present you with the first of many gifts, a token of our gratitude and a promise that should you need it, we will come to your defense in a time of need!

[And then with a sharp kick, she cracks open the trunk and reveals a veritable treasure trove of three different stones to be distributed by her subordinates.]

Rest well, and enjoy the festivities! You are welcome here, for as long as you like! Eat, drink, and be merry within our halls!

Comments

[child_of_luv]

Sometimes, I wonder if it's something good or bad. If they're bonding with humans and attacking other humans, that seems pretty bad.

[Like... really bad. If they were bonding with humans for good reasons, that would be different.]

I'm not sure if it's the god or the human causing the problems. I'd like to think it's the human, because I feel like that would be easier to deal with, but, also, it worries me that a god would be so heavily influenced by a human to attack others.

[commissionergrump]

Moltres referred to them as the Unforgiving Blaze.

Assuming that's not some ancient nickname, I think it means that some of the Gods haven't quite forgiven us yet. How the human factors in... that's another question.

[child_of_luv]

Maybe. Just... it wouldn't listen. I tried to talk to it. I tried to talk to the human. But the human didn't answer and the dragon type just charged at us and attacked. We had no choice by the defend ourselves.

How are we supposed to prevent another cataclysm if there are gods that refuse to try talking?

[commissionergrump]

Not all the gods. We'll just have to prove ourselves to enough of the ones willing to give us a second chance, and defend ourselves from those that won't.

It's a bit blasphemous, but... well, it seems we've gotten into the god fighting business anyway.

[child_of_luv]

[She nodded.]

It's definitely too late to go back now. It worries me a little that there might be some bad repercussions from this.

[commissionergrump]

Only time will tell.

[child_of_luv]

You're right.

[She smiled a little.]

You should probably get some rest. I'll talk to you later.

[She had some thinking to do.]