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The Falling Stars Festival

"The Falling Stars Festival. A ritual common throughout all the races, something that is celebrated in each religion. A thing as rare as this should be cause for a great gathering however, until the last year of the Rayless Age it was not, as I am sure you know children." A wizened and bent dwarf stood in the center of a dark, oval-shaped room. The children sitting on the floor had eyes raised in wonder as they listened intently.   "From the dwarves to the, dare I speak their name, elves each race has their own version of how the world was formed into being. We say that our great Faen killed his brother and burned him, and that as the ashes settled, hardened rock formed, creating flat surfaces and outcroppings and thus Nestedir was made. The dragonborn believe that Lunama made stars fall to the ground and that the fire formed the Elder Dragons who were themselves demi-gods. These Elders created a great world in which the dragonborn would reign supreme over races. And the elves, curse them, believe that Nestedir had no beginning nor will have no end but has always been. They believe that in the beginning by some divine power, that they themselves do not know, made the elves fall from the sky and become the first inhabitants of Nestedir. Curse them and their unknown divine powers! But I digress.   All the races believe that something fell and created the world or made it habitable. All races, of course there are only two now..." at this a shadow passed over his face but quickly faded away. "As I was saying, all races celebrate the Falling Stars Festival that happens once a year. As the stars fall we drink, eat, and give gifts. We celebrate every year, remembering our unity with the dragonborn and thanking our great Faen for creating the rock in which we live and mine. Now, considering that tomorrow is the festival, I'll let you all out early to go prepare."   With a great hustle and bustle, the children quickly filed out, leaving the dwarf alone. "How I pray they never find out what happened that day. May we only remember it as a time of joy."

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