The Setup
Lulu—6'4" Darkspear druid with emerald hair and zero boundaries—burst through the door, arms full of pine branches and something that might be a trapped squirrel.
Lulu: “FAMILY DECORATING TIME!”
Brass—58-year-old goblin with purple hair and perpetual exasperation—counting copper on the new dining table: “Kid, we just bought the place. Can we have ONE quiet week—”
Lulu: “Winter Veil waits for no goblin!” (drapes greenery over Brass’s purple hair)
The Chaos Begins
Reyn—ancient night elf priest, silver hair, eternal calm—emerged from meditation room: “How lovely. I’ll make tea while you all—”
Vyr—20,000-year-old dracthyr in crimson armor, baby face energy—flexing: “I can LIFT the tree! Watch!” (crashes through doorway, tree wedged sideways)
Zy—void elf frost mage, chestnut hair, reading glasses—adjusting frames: “The void whispers this is a terrible idea.”
Avel—human paladin, chestnut waves, reluctant leader—in full armor: “We need a PLAN. Sections, assignments—”
Lulu: “Or we just… decorate!” (throws tinsel at everyone)
The Banter
Brass (tangled in lights): “WHO bought 500 gold worth of ornaments?!”
Lulu (grinning with tusks showing): “They were shiny!”
Zy: “I respect the commitment to aesthetic excess.”
Brass: “Don’t ENCOURAGE her!”
Reyn (sipping tea): “I remember when winter celebrations were simpler. Just moonwells and—”
Everyone: “REYN. NO.”
Vyr (stuck holding tree): “In my time, we didn’t have trees!”
Lulu (hugging her): “That’s so SAD! More decorations for Vyr!”
The Heart
Avel stepped back, watching the chaos. Lulu braiding Brass’s hair with tinsel. Vyr asking Reyn what “stockings” were. Zy secretly enjoying herself.
First home. First Winter Veil. First family that chose each other.
Avel smiled. This was worth every copper.
Lulu (appearing with MORE decorations): “NOW we do the OUTSIDE!”
Brass: “Absolutely not.”
Narrator: They absolutely did the outside.
The Ending
That night, house blazing with lights (fire hazard per Brass), six sisters sat around their table.
Home wasn’t the house. Never was.
It was Lulu’s chaos making everyone smile. It was Brass pretending to be annoyed but secretly loving it. It was Vyr discovering her first Winter Veil tradition. It was Reyn’s quiet tea and ancient wisdom. It was Zy’s dry commentary hiding genuine joy. It was Avel realizing she’d found what she’d been searching for.
Family.
Not by blood. Not by fate. By choice.
And maybe that was the greatest gift of all.
About The Warband
This is the first holiday story for the Warband of Starveil Weavers—six unlikely souls who became sisters through choice, chaos, and a lot of shared adventures.
Meet the family:
- Lulureese - 6'4" Darkspear druid, chaos incarnate, heart of gold
- Brassneese - 58-year-old goblin, purple hair, family treasurer and resident grouch
- Reyneese - 2,000-year-old night elf priest, silver hair, eternal wisdom
- Vyrneese - 20,000-year-old dracthyr warrior, baby face energy in ancient armor
- Zyneese - Void elf frost mage, chestnut hair, sharp wit and sharper spells
- Avelreese - Human paladin, reluctant leader, keeper of everyone’s sanity
Read more: All Character Profiles | All Warband Stories
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The Warband of Starveil Weavers celebrating their first Winter Veil together—chaos, decorations, and found family at its finest. Six sisters, one home, infinite tinsel.
Happy Winter Veil from the Warband! May your holidays be filled with chaos, laughter, and family—whatever form that family takes. 🎄✨