Sure, if you want to believe what Mrs. Breggie told you in 5th grade history....raynes wrote:Since I can't stand to hear of something on Atys happening because of RL events... here is your reason..
Tonight there will be a celebration of the ancient Tryker massab hunts from the old land. In the old lands it used to be a custom for tribe leaders to take their first male child out and show them the art of hunting massab. Following the hunt each tribe would gather at their own camps and pass the leader would pass their green massab coat on to the child to show the child had learned a art of hunting. Then all of the various tribes would march from their camps to Fairhaven in their green. Upon reaching Fairhaven a celebration would commence where they would eat the roast massab meat, dance around fires, and drink beer made from bark.
St. Patty's day really started with old Becaussey O'pattie. On a dare from his friends, O'pattie licked a yelk's mushrooms. When properly prepared, yelk mushrooms have many "medicinal" uses but everyone knows you NEVER lick a living yelk's mushrooms. Unfortunately for O'pattie, he was unable to break free of the mushrroms' grip. His trips to the wildernees grew longer and longer until one day, he disappeared for good.
Several years later, O'pattie emerged onto the docks of Fairhaven, dressed in his suit of green Yelk moss, distributing green libations (don't ask!), and telling his stories of his visions of the little green man who was out to steal his lucky charm bracelet.
Each spring, O'pattie would show up spreading his tales of little green men. "There goes Stoned O'pattie," they'd say. O'pattie became the symbol for the free-thinking Tryker youth but to the elders, he became the symbol of everything that was wrong with the new generation.
Desperate to keep some sense of control over the rebellious tendencies O'pattie inspired, the elders approved an annual "St. Patty's" day celebration. It was to be held in the late summer/early autumn when the yelks are less potent. It's unclear of when the story of passing the green messab coat came to be but it's surely another means for the elders to cover up the true nature of St. Patty's day.
So there you have it, the real story they didn't want you to hear. So put on your green yelk moss, come drink some green ale, and join us in the yelk licking.
