Ahoy there, reveler. Have you found your tribe yet?
The Village of Ravenmoore is home to four factions of kindly, brave and friendly folk! Ye can join the faction of yer choice and support your own in the quest for the Festival Goblet.
(The Festival Goblet is awarded to the faction with the most points at the end of the Festival of the Friars' Gate. Points are awarded for winning games and contests. The Royal Court can also give out points for exceptional acts, costumes or other whimsy.)
The Cockspur Clan
Boisterous, bawdy, and brave to the bone, the Cockspur Clan are a raucous band of revelers hailing (they claim) from the far reaches of the kingdom’s stormy coastlines. Marked by their signature red sashes and rooster-feathered hats, the Clan delights in song, drink, and challenge. They are known for staging impromptu duels, sea shanty choruses and games of chance with suspiciously shifting rules.
Beneath the bluster lies fierce loyalty, and they stand as defenders of festival mischief, mirth, and merry chaos. Garnet and turquoise are their colors.
The London Pride Lions
Draped in purple and gold with a lion rampant on every banner, the London Pride Lions present themselves as the noble heart of the realm. Equal parts chivalry and ceremony, this guild champions the high traditions of courtly love, swordplay, and stately procession. Their members include fencers, heralds, dancers, and bards who maintain a reputation for pageantry, propriety, and powerful voices raised in madrigal harmony.
They host the Grand Parade and the Knight’s Court, and they claim (loudly) to be the rightful arbiters of honor at the festival.
The Serpentine Society
Cloaked in green and black with glints of silver, the Serpentine Society whispers through the festival like smoke. A guild of scholars, apothecaries, mystics, illusionists, and shadowy performers, they thrive in the strange corners of the fair—beneath tents where fortunes are told, secrets traded, and riddles spun. Their performances lean toward the arcane and unsettling, full of sinewy dancers, sleight of hand, and whispered prophecy. They value cunning above strength, mystery above spectacle, and are rumored to know more than they ought.
The Whitby Wolves
Clad in furs, greys, and midnight blue, the Whitby Wolves are the festival’s wild-hearted guardians. Hunters, blacksmiths, archers, and howling balladeers, they evoke the folklore of the northern woods and forgotten moors.
The Wolves are close-knit and fiercely independent, preferring campfires and open fields to courts and councils. They embrace the woods and the night. They are the hosts of archery contests, wilderness lore demonstrations, and haunting tales told by torchlight. If you hear a low howl at dusk, it may be the Wolves calling their own—or warning the rest.
