Event Run Dates : Sunday, September 20th - Saturday, September 26th
“You came at an amazing time - are you a superhero or something? Well, nevermind - “ The fae flies over to a large box stuffed full of food, shoving her head within its depths. “I need help. All of Arcane needs help. See, they put me in charge of the food - “ the dragon pokes her head back out and nods towards more boxes, “but a problem came up.”
The dragon shows you a fae-sized leather-bound notebook with odd scribbles on it, “It says here that last week I wrote a reminder that I needed to watch over Polaris’s hatchlings for them, but I’m stuck here. Everyone else is just as busy gathering food and grilling,” The dragon nods towards five other dragons frantically running around. “So maybe you can help me?” she turns hopeful eyes at you.
At your nod of yes, the fae squeals, clapping her front paws together.
“Thanks! So you know how all of Arcane is sending the Arcanist up to space, right? Well, we need to pack him food! And not just any food - “ The dragon’s eyes are lit up with fervor - “Only the best will do! Since you’ve traveled to a lot of places, you must have a better palate than me, right?”
“Okay, so we’ve got two situations.” The dragon glances around, before digging around in one of the boxes, “the first is that we need to make food for Spacedad.” At the strange moniker for the Arcanist, you glance into the box, only for the other dragon to shriek and body slam the lid, closing it and preventing you from peering in.
“No, that’s not how it works! See, this is a competition! Only the very best for Spacedad! You’ll be competing with other clans to see who can make the best food to send to space with Spacepapa! Just think - Spacedad floating in space, eating your food -” The dragon’s aqua eyes get glassy. (You neglect to inform the dragon that she is, in fact, not an Arcane dragon but --)
“Anyway, the second task is for Starfall here. We need different, diverse, interesting, wowza foods for all the clans coming in! I don’t want to have this celebration be a flop because I got stuck on babysitting duty!” The dragon is fretting now, scribbling furiously in their leather-bound notebook. “I want to see amazing, delicious, scrumptious foods that any dragon - no, any thing can eat!”
“Of course, we’ll reward you handsomely if you win!”