Friday — Potluck
Friday Evening
Communal and chaotic in the best way. Every attendee brings something. Check the potluck coordination sheet before deciding what to bring — we have enough chips. We always have too many chips.
Where the undead meet the high seas
Summer 2026
Fantasy Fest: Vampirates Edition is an invite-only immersive event where the undead meet the high seas. Seven guilds, each bound to one of the seven deadly sins, compete for glory, infamy, and the best potluck spread on the coast.
This is not a passive experience. Every attendee belongs to a guild. Every guild has duties, colors, a leader, and a sin to embody. The festival runs across a full weekend — from the chaos of Friday setup to the quiet devastation of Sunday morning cleanup.
Choose your guild. Know your sin. Report for duty.
Afternoon & Evening
Gates open at midday. Guild leaders convene at dusk for the Opening Council — assignments are confirmed, territories claimed, and the first of many arguments about speaker placement begins. The Gilded Galleon fires up the grills for an informal Friday potluck. Bring something. The Scrap Haulers will judge you if you don't.
All Day & Night
The full festival opens at noon. Guild territories activate. The Painted Sirens unveil the installations. The Motley Flotilla's sound system wakes up every nerve ending within a quarter mile. The grand feast begins at sunset — seven guilds, one enormous table, every sin represented. The night continues until the Crimson Cove calls the final perimeter sweep.
Morning & Afternoon
The Gilded Galleon serves the Sunday recovery brunch — restorative, substantial, and free of judgment. Then comes the work: the Scrap Haulers lead the grounds restoration with characteristic quiet intensity. All hands are expected. The festival ends when the site is clean. The Black Banner's ledger records who showed up. It always does.
Friday Evening
Communal and chaotic in the best way. Every attendee brings something. Check the potluck coordination sheet before deciding what to bring — we have enough chips. We always have too many chips.
Saturday Midday
Provided by the Gilded Galleon. Substantial and practical — fuel for the main event. Eat well. The afternoon is long and the guild duties are real.
Saturday at Sunset
The culinary centerpiece of the festival. The Gilded Galleon's full production — all seven guilds seated, all seven sins represented, the grills blazing since before dawn. This is the meal people remember. The recipes are secrets. The portions are not.
Sunday Morning
No ceremony. No judgment. Just breakfast by the Galleon and the slow reassembly of everyone's dignity before the cleanup begins. Coffee will be available. Lots of coffee.
Wrath
The iron fist of the festival — enforcers, guardians, and the unyielding watchers of every gate.
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The intellectual elite who keep the lights on — and never let you forget it.
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They make the festival gorgeous and irresistible — every surface a canvas, every attendee a potential masterpiece.
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The unsung heroes who covet what others discard — turning the festival's excess into tomorrow's treasure.
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The only all-human guild — and they feed the horde with pride, grease, and absolutely no apologies.
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They make it look effortless — because effort is beneath them. Music, performance, sound, all handled with languid excellence.
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The shadow guild. They run the bounty board, balance the economy, and know everyone's price.
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