
Three days of storms, songs, and salt.
A celebration as vast and unpredictable as the tides themselves, Dragan’s Tide marks the Spring Equinox—when the ocean teeters between calm whispers and roaring chaos. For three days (or six, if you’re in Branvaragh), Glanvarians offer toasts, tributes, and acts of beautiful foolishness to honor Dragan, god of the Sea & the Unknown.
“To drink is to drown a fear. To sing is to summon favor from the deep.”
Event Overview
Dates
March 20–22 (Dragana 20–22)
Celebrated in
Prominent celebrations held in coastal towns such as Branvaragh, but Dragan’s Tide is celebrated throughout Glanvaria as a tribute to the god.
Themes
Mystery, maritime blessings, revelry, embracing the unknown
Signature Drink
Stormbringer Mead
Signature Dishes
Sanu’lono Tamu, Tama’pila, Storm-Seared Shrimp
Toast
“To the deep!” | “The sea remembers what the drunken forget.”
Dress Code
Storm cloaks. Sea-glass charms. Blue, green, and silver garments.
Rituals & Revelry
Dragan’s Temple Pilgrimmage
Throughout the three day period, in the midst of revelry, celebrants take turns venturing across the harbor (by the means of their choosing) and climbing the rocky path to Dragan’s Temple. Given the time of year, such an attempt requires braving howling winds to leave offerings of sea glass, coins, and salted mead at the temple’s altar.
The Reckless March

In Branvaragh, a spontaneous “parade” of drummers, yaks, and barely-standing sailors often winds through Saltglass Alley, usually around midnight, entirely unplanned. The ensuing bout of brawling often carries into the early hours of the morning.
Hilda’s Post-Tide Miracle
For two weeks after Dragan’s Tide, the milk of Glanvaria’s most famous yak, Hilda, is said to develop a natural 2% ABV. Local scholars argue it’s a divine fermentation. Farmer Finn just calls it “trouble in a cup.”
“Keep it away from the youth,” warns Finn. “They’ll start singing to the sea and trying to kiss the waves.”

Some treat it as a holy hangover cure. Others consider it a final offering from Dragan himself—one last laugh, one last buzz, and one more reason to love the yak who never misses a festival.
Festival Mood
Rowdy, mystical, and wildly windswept. Sea shanties and drum chants echo through the streets.
Regional Variations
Branvaragh
St. Paddy’s rolls straight into Dragan’s Tide, and no one cares to untangle the two. Revelers climb cliffs, pour Stormbringer Mead on altars, and sometimes wake up beside the sea… humming.
“Is it Dragan’s Tide or Saint Paddy’s? I don’t really know!” – Is it Dragan’s Tide or Saint Paddy’s from The Drunken Clover – ©2025 The Citizens of Glanvaria
Velmara (Dragan’s Paradise)
Here, the Vekari pause their grovework and honor Dragan with conch-shell prayers, sea-glass pendants, and moonrise blessings.

Kai’Torvanu
Mountainfolk honor Dragan with black stone offerings, cold-water swims, and salt-cleansing rites. It’s one of the few times they yield—even briefly—to the sea.
Velthryn

Blue candles are lit before Dragan’s statue. Dried blue leaves and polished stones are laid near the sound. Across the water, Branvaragh’s lights flicker.
The Feast of the Tide
Featured Dishes
- Sanu’lono Tamu: Fisherman’s stew. Creamy, briny, soul-warming.
- Tama’pila: Shrimp & fire-grain cakes with aioli.
- Salt-Roasted Catch: Crust-baked and ceremonially cracked open.
- Storm Herb Cod: Chili butter, lemon, and storm magic.
- Seared Shrimp Skewers: Flame-kissed, honey-drizzled.
- Pila’pila: Dense bread and seaweed butter. A sacred staple.
Featured Music

With a collection of wild songs about both Dragan’s Tide and the general nature of Branvaragh itself, The Drunken Clover is the perfect accompaniment to a brawl-filled night during the festival.
Travel Notes and Warnings
- Getting There: Ferries to Branvaragh increase service the week before Dragan’s Tide. Check the tide board at the market.
- What to Pack: Offerings (coins, mead, sea-glass), a waterproof cloak, backup shoes, and at least three days of stamina.
- Warnings: You may wake up singing to the waves. You will not remember why.
Final Thought
“To wake on the shore the next day is to know you were heard.”
Raise your glass. Honor the god. Dance with the sea.
To the deep.


