May

The Lords and Ladies and Jesters of the May stepped out from their houses just past midnight to claim what was rightfully theirs. They met in the street to greet each other formally (as was expected and appropriate), and then present the method by which the month would be ruled. There was always a wand (wrapped in flowering vines, full of magic and mayhem), a staff (gilded in metals and gems, full of power and punishment), and a rattle (tied with ribbons and bells, full of cheer and chastisement). It was agreed that they would roll for rule, keeping it flexible (the winner sometimes taking a person, a household, an entire lineage, a people, or part of the globe); that was the sport and delight of it. And, in every case, their rules would astound and mystify - both in their magnificence and in their insanity. This was nothing notably different from the month before or the crush of every other day, however, so the mortals would barely notice; this was the challenge and reality of it.