Ri-an
24-12-2006, 18:19
It was the last night of the year in Ri-an, an all throughout the nation not a single soul stirred, not one dared. The houses were decorated in white mistletoe with candles and lanterns glowing a variety of colors. Inside it was a scene so dear, with stockings and shoes by the fireside with care. A Tree was decorated by the window with care, and all the good little children hoped that the patron saint of holiday giving would soon be there.
Deep in their oceans, snug in their coral, The Aquamarinians slept, and dreamt of the Holiday feast, filled with Mambo and trout, bass and salmon, red fish and blue fish, three fish and green fish. They too celebrated the season of peace in their own little ways.
The Ministry watched, with glee and anticipation, this year thay'd get him, that was for sure. Every year it was a game, a diffrent plan, they all ended the same. They sought proof of that great giver, known by diffrent names everywhere. This year they built a great big machine, to suck and trap him and his modes of transportation, but an accident and a fuse, and with a great boom their plans were foiled again, away they slunk, next year they'd try, try again.
Finally, away in his void, Kajeenith meditated and waited, or so I'm told, for odd as it may seem, even Evil takes a break, for this holiday I see. His wife pregnant weary, her species reborn when she gives birth.
Peaceful wishes to all, for this holiday season.
OOC: There is no tech, no war, no intrigue no violence. Just share with us, how your nation celebrates the season, if at all, or similar holiday, should that be the case.
Deep in their oceans, snug in their coral, The Aquamarinians slept, and dreamt of the Holiday feast, filled with Mambo and trout, bass and salmon, red fish and blue fish, three fish and green fish. They too celebrated the season of peace in their own little ways.
The Ministry watched, with glee and anticipation, this year thay'd get him, that was for sure. Every year it was a game, a diffrent plan, they all ended the same. They sought proof of that great giver, known by diffrent names everywhere. This year they built a great big machine, to suck and trap him and his modes of transportation, but an accident and a fuse, and with a great boom their plans were foiled again, away they slunk, next year they'd try, try again.
Finally, away in his void, Kajeenith meditated and waited, or so I'm told, for odd as it may seem, even Evil takes a break, for this holiday I see. His wife pregnant weary, her species reborn when she gives birth.
Peaceful wishes to all, for this holiday season.
OOC: There is no tech, no war, no intrigue no violence. Just share with us, how your nation celebrates the season, if at all, or similar holiday, should that be the case.