“Do not give them your name, do not give them your hand, leave your horseshoes above your doors, and pray you are forgotten…”
The people of the Dance endure. Though much was lost in the Plagues of Abundance, the bonds of fellowship and compassion were not broken. Those with no home were welcomed to the hearth, and those who forgave a tricking god were protected. But the veil is torn, and the mouth opens.
Now, on this auspicious year, the seasons and stars have aligned; The Dance of Ribbons will be held on Reaper’s Eve, when Ioites celebrate the welcoming of the light. But a strange song is on the wind; these lands, these peoples of Vicaria and Garmont will be tested again. Are they strong enough to dance to the oldest tune?