It was as the sun had began it's descent into the sky that Ragnar had finally finished and satisfied the scarred Scandinavian had taken a step back to examine his handiwork. In Odinn's Cove he was used to having Floki's help but this year Ragnar found himself on his own, trying to re-create the Cove's tradition. It wasn't hard per say but he missed his unorthodox friend's company. His gift of a fawn in velvet for the feast was set a few feet from where he stood staring into the darkening copse of trees not painted in the golden light of the sunset. Tonight was about celebration and he was determined to make it a good time from those who attended, for his wives if they both attended and for himself. A night of letting lose of worries and responsibility was exactly what Stavanger Bay needed and Ragnar was ready to get hit faced high feast, sacrifice, and celebrate in the honor of his Gods.

Atreyu was the next to arrive on the scene, setting down his food with the others, before he greeted Ragnar with a lick to his chin, followed by Julooke, whose shoulders were slumped in what Ragnar thought was shame, proven to the scarred Scandinavian when his healing subordinate apologized. "You have nothing to apologize for Julooke," Ragnar told her with a soft lick to her cheek. It was his Priestess Wife that followed in after Julooke, adding her gift to the feast pile, and coming forth to greet him. "The Gods will appreciate that, Nerian but remember to have fun tonight." Tonight was a celebration, and if the jovial atmosphere of a festival wasn't enough to lighten his spirits and help erase the anger, and frustration that plagued him most days the Berserker mushrooms would do their job nicely. Verrine arrived next adding to their feast pile and Ragnar acknowledged the male's bow with a nod of his head, understanding that Verrine's elusiveness was in favor of taking care of Julooke who was still healing. Ragnar was a family man, even if it most, it did not appear that way if they were privy to the fact that he had taken a second wife at Thistle's permission, but he was and he understood that your wives and children came first. Ein and Beric were the last ones to join in, and though Ragnar noticed that some of the pack was absent he paid no mind to it because the festival of itself was optional.

It was more for his children's and his own benefit than anyone else's since it focused around thanking the Gods for all that they had given them and all that they would give in the future.

"Thank you all for coming," Ragnar began when everyone had settled into a spot. "I have never led one of these Festivals without my friend Floki before and I'm afraid I cannot provide the same light of the party as he," Ragnar spoke in a jesting tone offering his subordinates a warm smile and soft chuckle. "In my culture we call this the Festival of Uppsalla, and what it is, is a celebration. A feast in the honor of the Gods, sacrifices to each God at the alters that I have made in their honor. My children have helped me create these alters, but special recognition belongs to my daughter Gyda," Ragnar was proud of his daughter for her assistance and interest in the traditions of his people. Out of her siblings she was the only one that saw it through with him from start to finish, and to her credit, without a peep of complaining. "If the thought of sacrificing prey makes you uncomfortable you are free to leave before that time. We will not think any less of you. My Gods do not require belief, only respect," As long as they respected him and his traditions than he would respect theirs. "After a sacrifice to each God is done we move onto saga telling, which happens to be the favorite part of most." It was usually when the Berserker mushrooms came into play, though depending on how he felt he might break into them a little early.

"I will start the sacrifices now. Those who do not wish to stay further or watch are free to depart and you have my gratitude for coming." Ragnar spoke with sincerity before he turned to the animals laid deceased before each alter. For the sake of simplicity Ragnar had used rabbits — something that the Bay had an overabundance of thanks to their breeding habits. Ragnar had hunted them as the last touches to the alter, careful not to spill blood when he killed them. It had been difficult because he was used to making fresh sacrifices but for now this would have to do to appease the Gods. This was the first time he was performing it without Floki and in a pack that wasn't full of fellow Nords. Surely, there were exceptions to be made and taken into consideration.