The House of the Night - Banquet - RPLOG

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17/8/478

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The deep quarry is beautiful and strange, populated by odd creatures and glowing crystals and fungi. Then there is the great stone door to the House of Night, hidden in its little ravine and surrounded by glowing blue Crystals. Today it stands wide open, as if awaiting guests.

In her usual attire, Cassidy makes her way towards the House of Night with Natska. "Wonder what's going to be happening this time," she ponders, reaching up to adjust her top hat with a gloved hand. "Should be interesting as ever, I suppose."

"It always is," Natska replies, nodding her head at Cass and adjusting her crimson and silver long coat. "Especially with invitations..."

Terry steps up after the rest of the group. The small ocelot seems rather uncertain about all this, but he stays behind the larger and more well equipped beings in this group. Clutched in his hand is a small piece of paper with a rather unusual invitation, addressing the feline by name of all things. "Uhm.. hello?" He tries, addressing the others.

Kazel peers at the invitation, which she had stuffed into her small black book, once more. The bat has been here too often to blindly trust an invitation to the House, so she is wearing her black and silver plate armor and carries several weapons. She did however not put on her helm.

The plant being known as Rokarion arrives at the quarry, the plant being clad in his usual heavy cloak as he inspects the heavy door before glancing his own compatriots, his steely gaze then falling down on his sketchbook as he readies himself for his next venture.

The door stands open, within, warm light, as if from many torches can be seen. "Come in!" booms a voice from within, "Come in! Everything is ready!" A vague mutter of muted conversation can be heard from somewhere beyond the door.

Cassidy gives a little nod towards Natska at that before starting towards the door. "Well, might as well go see what they want, then! Not doing anyon eany good by waiting out here, yeah?" She says as she goes, tail flicking behind her.

Natska nods at Cassidy, then tips her hat towards Terry and the others. "Hello," she greets, then heads through into the House, staying close to Cassidy.

Terry follows along obediently, the ocelot looking between the other beings and taking them in. He peers over at Kazel, eyeing the bat up and down and noting her weaponry. The small feline is feeling rather underequipped for this. He smiles at Natska. "Hello!" He says, somewhat shyly.

Kazel rolls her shoulders and follows the others. "Wonder what this is about. Would be the first time I got a written invitation from a spirit."

Rokarion looks around and follows after the group, giving a nod in greetings to the other beings that have assembled here, "I wonder which spirit would resort to such a method of invitation in the first place." the plant being says as nonchalantly as ever.

Bazalt pants as he stops and looks around a second. So.. the invite said here.. riight? HE frowns and takes a deep breath. "I Will regret this.. probally.."He heads to teh door, ears perked up and tail swaying behind him.

The scene beyond the door is breathtaking. The House of Night has manifested itself as a great banquet hall! Beings of all sizes and descriptions wander about, talking with one another and eating and drinking. Five long tables run the length of the hall with a great table set up on a raise dais.

"Welcome! Welcome!" bellows an immensely obese boar in fine clothes who meets the party just beyond the door, "So glad you could come! Find a seat! Eat your fill! Make new friends!"

Cassidy folds her arms, peering at the boar. "You, huh. You've been active quite a bit recently. What're you trying to game here?" She asks, ears flicking. "This is so very... Un-spirit like."

Natska gives Olloch a happy smile and inclines her head. "Good afternoon, and thank you for the invitations. What's the occasion?"

Terry gasps as his eyes fall on the scene before him, a feast of size and scale the small ocelot has never seen before. The pauper feline paces forward silently, his eyes coming to rest on a table full of delicious looking food. He needs no further encouragement, and quickly bolts towards it, helping himself with both hands to some of it.

Kazel raises an eyebrow. "You again, huh." The bat grimasses at a thought before looking over the room. "Whats the occasion?"

Rokarion enters the banquet hall, the plant being stopping for a couple of seconds to give the whole room a quick glance over before pursing his lips and looking at Cassidy, "Well he had only recently awoken. Must be desperate to try and rebuild his worshiper base." the plant being says as he gives the banquet another glance, "A pity, Zuri would have enjoyed a banquet."

Bazalt Walks in then Blinks and stares the the banquet "What in the..." He blinks and tilts his head. "Wow.. What an invitation.." He mumbles and steps forwards slowly, Clearly he wasnt expecting this-not one bit.

The boar nods and grins at the new arrivals. "Just a friendly get together is all," he says, "Sort of a family reunion. I thought that I should invite some witne- er, special guests to be a part of the festivities." He turns that pleasant grin on Rokarion. "Not I!" he says, "Believers flock to me! I'm just trying to get my little family to get together." He waves a fat hand ant all the other beings roaming about the hall. At second glance, there is even more disparity between the gathered beings than there would be at a normal Promise gathering. There are some who look like creators, some like beings, and many that appear to be neither. Glowing lights, floating fabric, vague elemental shapes and many others.

"Now that you are all here, I am sure the guests of honor will arrive soon," Olloch says, "Why don't you all mingle for a bit! The others here are all eager to meet you."

Cassidy glances around, brow furrowing as she scoots a little closer to Natska. "I see. Mingle... Yes, perhaps." She shoots a look at Natska, leaning up to whisper something to the jaguar.

"... ahhh," Natska replies, eyes widening as she gets a better look at the crowd. "Oh my. Well, I am thrilled to be here to witness this event." She smiles and offers Cassidy her arm, then nods at Rokarion, then Kazel. "Shall we mingle, Cass? I'd love to." She nods at Cassidy, agreeing with her wife, then sets off to find something light to sip on and interesting people to watch.

Terry helps himself to two handfuls of food, and starts looking around even as he's eating. He returns his attention to Olloch, but doesn't dash to go and talk to him, instead opting to listen in for now. He starts following Natska and Cassidy as they mill about, somewhat aimlessly.

Kazel walks past Olloch and through the rows of... creatures that are assembled here. The bat listens in to a few conservations, but never long enough to arouse suspicion, pretending to be interested in the food on the tables as she does so.

Rokarion rubs his chin and nods back at Natska before opting for opening his sketch book, might as well sketch some of the more exotic looking spirits around. The youthful being rubs his chin as he keeps looking around, wondering how spirits might have changed their appearances between the type of the ancients and now.

Bazalt Slowly heads towards the food, frowning as he walks "What am I doing here?" he frowns , EArs twitching trying to catch every damn noise. "I.. can only hope the food is nice I guess." He sighs ahnd heads towards it-avoiding any who might be headding his way.

There is a truly remarkable variety of strange and wonderful creatures roaming about. And the food really is incredible! There are all kinds of food, some that are familiar and some that are strange, but all are delicious. The Boar wanders away, eager to greet others, though no more people arrive through the door. A huge bear, not a near being, but an actual bear lumbers through the room, apparently deep in conversation with a young Creator woman in a read cloak and an austerely dressed feline being seems to be chatting with her own shadow. All of the strange beings gathered seem to be glancing occasionally to the head table, but so far it has remained empty.

Cassidy nods, following after the jaguar to claim her own drink. "Well, I guess there is -someone- we wanted to speak with, huh?" She gives a little nod and squeezes Natska's arm before trying to locate Aria.

Natska glances at the other Being she doesn't recognize, watching Bazalt for a moment as the group splits up. Then she looks around through the crowd again. "There is?" she asks. "Mmmm. I suppose there is."

Terry stays in the center of the group. The ocelot can't quite believe his luck. That invitation must have been meant for someone else. He spots a table full of candy and other sweetmeats and darts over, quickly stuffing one pocket with a handful of the stuff while looking about. His uncertainty has given way to a big, broad smile.

Kazel continues her slow walk through the masses of assembled spirits, looking about from time to time to search for the one she made her own pact with, but mostly focusing on any bits of talks she can pick up and make use of.

Rokarion finally held his pen in hand, deciding to stop sketching for now and look around. The plant being would idly look and walk around, deciding to let fate decide who shall approach him.

Bazalt GRabs a piece of food before blinking and spotting the feline talk to her shadow.. He slowly heads to ehr, ears facing her and tail flicking soflty behind him-how.. interesting..."Hello there "he says softly, waving with his free hand as he suddenly realizes he wasnt dressed for a situation such as this. oh bugger.

"Ahhhhh. . ." comes a sigh from behind Cassidy, "It isssssss easier to hear when you speak out names out loud." A gauzy apparition has appeared beside the Solacious couple. "Aaaaaaah am sssssorry for our last meeting," the wind blown spectre breathes, its voice somewhere between masculine and feminine, "What would you have of me?"

Terry suddenly finds a fat, beringed hand dropped upon his shoulder. "Very good, little friend!" booms Olloch, the great Boar, "Enjoy yourself! Take all you like, then have some more! There is more than enough to go around." The grinning being passes the ocelot a tankard of something that smells sweet and delicious.

Kazel finds that most of the conversations are quite difficult to hear for some reason, and those she can easily eavesdrop on seem to be conducted in a strange tongue. "Infuriating, aren't they," comes a rumbling voice from an alcove, "I wish they would all just fight it out and be done." There, in a cloister just off the main hall is a hulking figure in black armor with a helm like a stylized dragon's head. He carries no food or drink, he only stands there, arms folded, to watch.

"No! No!" comes an amiable voice at Rokarion's elbow, "I was quite enjoying the sketches!" When the flower turns to look, he will find himself confronted with a very strange sight. Hovering at about shoulder height is what can only be described as a one eyed owl! "I quite enjoy seeing what we look like to mortal eyes," it says in a female voice. The round ball of feathers has its wings extended as if gliding in flight, but it only bobs gently on the air, hovering in place.

The feline that Bazalt approaches smirks at something her shadow has apparently said. "No, darling," she says, "I do not worry about that sort of thing at all. Honestly I think you should let it all loose and just let everything sort it all out!" She smiles as Bazalt approaches. "How can I help you, dear?" she asks.

Cassidy smiles at the air elemental before nodding at Natska. "Nothing, really! We just wanted to speak with you! Our conversation last time was... Very brief! And we were hoping to learn more about you. Something about you seems different from the others, but I can't quite place it! So I would be happy to hear more, if you'd be willing to indulge."

Natska gives Aria a respectful nod, then glances around the crowd before letting her attention settle on the conversation. "I hope your awakening has gone well."

Terry looks at the mug, giving it an experimental sniff. He looks up at the boar being that's clearly the host of this party, and smiles at him amicably. "Thank you, kind Sir. This is a.. a.. most exquisite party you have prepared for your guests." He speaks cautiously, as if reading from a script, unfamiliar with his own words. He takes a sip from the mug, then licks his chops and takes a big swig, finding its taste most pleasing indeed! He looks up at the porcine being. "You are hosting this on your own dime, sir? This is very generous!"

Kazel gives the armored spirit a soft smile and little bow, how uncharacteristically for the bat. She positions herself next to the spirit, so that both of them face into the same direction as she leans against the wall of the alcove. "They seem to be too fearful to act, so they talk. I have only seen rare exceptions to this rule, my Lord. Though a fight of this proportions would certainly be both entertaining as well as unique." She clears her throat. "May I ask, have they always been like this?"

Rokarion stops in his tracks as he ears the sound of the little feather ball. The plant being turns around, focusing his gaze on perhaps the strangest shape of a spirit he has seen until now, raising a brow, and reopening his sketchbook for the spirit's benefit, allowing her to browse it, "I must admit, I assumed that it was you spirits who decided on how to appear in front of mortals, or not us forming an image of you. Or is it a bit more complex that that?" the nonchalant youngling asks as he flips some of the pages, "I also have more sketches back home, but they depict some of the more 'popular' spirits, so to speak."

Bazalt Bows to her before similing "I.. Couldnt hel but notice you were talking to your shadow.....I..Got Curious." he gives her a smile taking a small bite of the food in his hand before he continues. "I Am Bazalt..." he pauses as if he was going to add something else but he says nothing and just smiles at her instead.

"Difffferent?" comes the breezy voice of Aria, "Offf Courssssse! We are all offfff us, different! Asssk and I will answer, Courteous Mortal." She. . . He. . . It has no discernable face, covered as it is in billowing wrappings, but there is a sense of approval from the Spirit."

Olloch snorts and laughs heartily at Terry. "I just like to see people having a good time, is all," the Boar says, "You look like a man who likes to enjoy himself." He passes a tray of delicious looking pastries to the feline with an indulgent grin.

"Watch your tongue, mortal," the armored figure says, "You know not what you mock." A sigh like a sword drawn from a sheath escapes from the helm. "Much as it pains me to say it, this is the closest they have come to reconciliation after millenia of war," a voice rumbles from within the dark helm, "While combat is always glorious, sometimes it is not the answer, my Champion. There is much here that you do not understand."

The little owl spirit bobs gently up and down as it looks over Rokarion's sketches. "Oh yes!" it says, "Very nice, very nice indeed!" The little creature's eye swivels to look at the plant being. "It is really quite complicated," it says, "Hard to put into terms you will understand. See, we ARE. We exist independantly of you and we ARE what we ARE. But we are also what you ARE." The little creature wobbles back and forth a bit. "See," it says, "That probably just sounded confusing."

The feline smiles coyly at Bazalt. "Oh, don't mind my shadow," she says, "He never says anything anyway. I am certain you are more interesting." She extends a dainty hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Bazalt."

There is a bit of a commotion at the front of the room at the high table as a fox being in an outlandish green suit suddenly appears and plops himself down in one of five large chairs set along the table. He does not say anything, he just grins and waves as the Spirits gathered around murmur to one another.

"Well..." Cassidy ponders before looking to Natska. "We know your name. We know your element, but that is all we know. So... Who are you? What is it that you do, aside from the domain of air?"

Natska perks her ears as she hears the murmuring, glancing towards the front of the room. Then her attention returns to Aria and she listens, curious.

Terry looks between the tray and Olloch, then back at the tray, then back at Olloch. "I don't usually eat as well as this. Usually just.. you know.. bread, water, maybe a sausage if I'm lucky.." He licks his lips at the plate of pastries and helps himself to more. Already his tummy is starting to feel full, but that's not going to stop him from eating more. "Theesh are amashing, shir!" He says, talking with his mouth full, rather forgetting his recent training as he indulges in the exquisite meal.

Kazel nods slightly to her patron. "I apologize, I did not mean to offend. I just meant to express that all I ever noticed of this war was fought through words or others." She shakes her head. "But it matters not. What I would like to know is how it was before they started fighting and what caused the war to start to begin with, if you would share that with me, Lord."

Rokarion rubs his chin and nods his head, "I see, so you are essentially saying that you are what you are, and you represent certain aspects or ideas, but this 'representation' changes with the culture and ideas of a race?" the plant being says as he opens a new page on his sketchbook and begins drawing a sketch of the feather ball in front of him as he continues, "Like you could be one thing which is independent of what I am, but because you are also a bit related to the creature that sees you, so that creature sees you in a certain way? So an ancient and a being will both see you differently?" the youth adds as he shows up the spirit a sketch of what she appears to beings, "And this is you, by the way."

Bazalt Smiles to her. "I..I was interested because you see-I'm a shadow, thought I cannot leave this body due to this" He says thumbing his pendant. "that was why" HE says, smiling to her as he takes a final bite from the food he was eating, allowing him to glance around briefly. "Soo May I ask a name? " he asks with a grin.

Aria suddenly cackles with laughter and spins about lightly, leaping away from Natska and Cassidy and then back, her diaphanous wrapping whipping against the couple. "I aaaaaaaaam the Spirit of Motion and Ffffffreedom and Change! I am the King of the Winds and Queen of the Skies!" Just as sudden as her outburst she is instantly calm, her gauzy wrappings still and she turns to look to the head table. "Change," she says, her voice suddenly solemn, "Is the only constant."

Olloc gives a doting smile to Terry. "Ah! If only this were the time, I would show you such wonders," he says, with a wet chuckle, "But I think it will have to wait for another day. Call me Olloch, my friend. Call on me sometime and we shall have a REAL feast!"

"It is a long tale," Heiour says from behind his mask, though he seems distracted as the fox takes up a seat. He mutters something under his breath that sounds like, "Cheeky Bastard," but it is hard to make out. The helmed warrior looks back at Kazel. "Much has changed and their war was a long time coming, Mortal," he says, "But this is not my world and it is not my place to tell you the tale here."

The little owl thing wobbles in the air. "Yes! And no!" it pipes, "It is so difficult to explain in fourth dimensional terms. Everyone who sees sees me, and I am always Me, but you see me instead of Me even though it may be that I become the me you see and then you see me become Me. See?" Wow.

The feline smiles again. "Oh, that little bauble?" she reaches out and strokes the stone, "I could tell you how to-" She is interrupted by a loud cough from the shadow on the wall and pouts over her shoulder. "Perhaps another time, dear," she says quietly, "Simply call me Scholar. It is easy to remember."

There is another stirring in the air as suddenly a second and third being appear on the dais. One is a great stag being with complex, strange symbols and geometries in his fur and with him appears a huge serpent, apparently made of water. The stag frowns down at the fox, who only smiles and waves, then his frown deepens when he counts the chairs at the high table. "Olloch!" he bellows, "What is the meaning of this!?" A hush falls over the murmuring Spirits and beings.

Cassidy watches on, quietly nodding before speaking up. "I see. I like it," she says, offering another smile as she removes her porcelain mask and turns to look over her shoulder at the commotion.

Natska carefully makes sure her hat is in its proper place, nodding at Aria again. "An honor." She falls silent, then, turning to look towards the front of the room as well

Terry smiles brightly at the porcine being. "I will sir. Er.. I mean.. Olloch." He pauses, then adds. "And my name is Terry." He peers around cautiously, then chomps down on the rest of the pastry he's eating. Seems like if he were to be left to his own devices he'd just continue consuming as much as he can. He's stopped, however by the appearance of the stag being in the center of the room. He eyes it warily.

Kazel nods again, deciding to not press the matter. Instead she raises an eyebrow at the commotion at the high table. "Lord Heiour, what exactly am I attending? Our host has been quite unclear about this both in his invitations and in person, not that I would expect anything different."

Rokarion nods his head, "I see, so you have a fundamental view of yourself, or rather what you ARE. But everyone sees what you are." he says as he rubs his chin, "I guess we can now test if what you ARE becomes what you are depending on who is looking at you." he says as he looks at the ball of feathers, "Hmmm, I was going to ask you to draw what you ARE....but..." the plant being says as he points at the sketch he is drew of the owl, "It would be easier if you tell me what you see here, then you can try and draw what you ARE...but perhaps what you draw will be one thing but the moment I look at it it will change to match my view..." the plant being adds as he lets the owl say what she sees in the sketch before his attention is momentarily grabbed by the stag and Ser'Ther, "Hmmm, interesting...." the sapling adds as he waits to see what happens.

Bazalt nods to her and turns to the shadow "I.. Greet you" he bows, wondering whether or not it speaks the language of the shadows, he shakes his head and smies "So .. How are you two?" He then Frowns and looks over to the commotion, with a slight tilt of his head before tring back to scholar and her.. shadow, watching them closely.

Any explanation about the tableau happening in the center of the room is forced to wait as it unfolds. Olloch is pulled away from his guests to address the Stag. "Kendrac!" he says in an obsequious, oily tone, "I told you that I was inviting the heads of the courts, didn't I?"

Kendrac frowns even deeper. "Yes," he says, "and there are FOUR Courts! The Outsiders, and SHE has never come yet, The Machine, The Elements, and the Court of Life!" He points a finger toward the fifth seat. "Who, exactly is THAT seat meant for?"

"That would be my seat, Cousin," comes a deep voice from the door as a well groomed lion in battle scarred armor ducks into the hall.

"Well this should be interesting, hm?" Cassidy murmurs to Natska, leaning against the jaguar and reaching up to adjust her hat again. "Looks like we'll be backseat, this time, enjoying the show."

Natska leans into Cass and nods her head, listening and watching. "Yes. I'm rather curious."

Terry looks completely lost at all that is taking place around him. He briefly considers staying in Olloch's shadow, but as he moves away the ocelot opts to instead find a seat and plop down quietly.

Kazel leans back against the wall, giving a short look to her patron before paying the turmoil between the spirits her full attention.

Rokarion shakes his head as the lion steps inside, his expression still apathetic, but he was sure that this was a turn to the worse for the party. The plant being instead decided to open a new page of his book and continue his sketching, drawing the 'leaders' of the two opposed courts.

Bazalt Blinks and frowns, looking over hte scene witha frown-HE had NO clue waht was going on.. not one..so he heads to go grab some more food, ears pointing to the commotion as he sighs, grabbing lots of food.

If looks could kill, the lion would drop down dead, along with everyone around him with the glare that Kendrac is giving him. "You!" teh stag roars, "What right do YOU have to any sort of Court! You and yours are fallen! You have NO Court until you atone for your treachery!" It looks like he would say more, but a polite, if slightly phlegmy cough from Olloch pulls him up short.

"Our guests, Lord Kendrac," he says, waving a hand at the handfull of mortals scattered around the room.

Kendrac seems to deflate as his righteous wrath flees him. "Damn you Olloch," he says matter of factly, "You have always been a slippery one." He turns his great antlered head to look at the lion. "It seems that I am out-manuevered," he says, "Please, sit, eat. Let us. . . talk, cousin." Somehow, for some unknowable reason, probable disaster has been averted. The lion does not gloat and there is no more sign of contention as he takes his seat and begins to speak with the other three beings occupying seats at the high table, though he, Kendrac and the water serpent all shoot occasional disdainful glances at the fox in the fifth chair, while the fourth remains empty.

Cassidy folds one arm across her chest, hand resting on the elbow of the other arm, that holds the wine glass up to her muzzle. "Do we want to take a seat somewhere, Natska? It looks like this might be a rather long discussion!"

Natska sips from her drink, then nods at Cass. "Probably for the best. I think our part is done, but I'm curious to see what else happens. And I've wanted to know more of the Conquerer."

Terry takes the opportunity to stuff his other pocket with sweetmeats and assorted candies, his instinct telling him that he might have to bolt soon.

Kazel remains in her position next to Heiour and wishes she had her helm, suddenly realizing how much she and the others must stand out. She dismisses the thought to keep focusing on the main event.

Rokarion rubs his chin as he sees what happens, "I wonder if Olloch's reason to invite us here was just to trick Kendrac into making a fool of himself in front of us." the plant being idly states to the floating spirit standing next to him, "Hmm, what is your take on all of this mess? Or are you one of those who decided to stay out of it?"

Bazalt just Stuffs his face with food, not realizing just how hungry he was, he ears remain on the conversation however and e does shoot a look back to 'Scholar' but other than that.. what lovely food.

Olloch can't quite hide a triumphant grin as he turns and gestures to his other guests to continue on. He returns to Terry and hands him another tray of goodies. "Perhaps I should arrange an official tasting session for you, young Terry," he says, "I think that you and I might have some things worth talking about. I think you might appreciate what I have to offer."

Heiour, and a number of other Spirits are nodding and start to murmur to each other appreciatively. "That was well played," the helmed Spirit says to his dedicant, "It has been long and long since those two have seen each other without coming to blows. Olloch was very clever to arrange all of this."

Rokarion's new friend shakes her head. "No," she says, "That is not Olloch's thing. It is not HIM. But this was tricky. They CAN'T fight while they are in the presence of mortals. Only mortals can fight and neither of them have any Callers here. It was very well played. Neither of them have actually lost face. Kendrac was only being Himself. Very clever."

Cassidy nods at Natska, moving off to find a couple of seats, and a plate of treats, too, as she listens. "Yes, I know what you mean. I've been very eager to meet Conquest. I had always figured Ethelberd to be a caller, though. Not a... Guise of his."

Natska shakes her head softly as she follows Cassidy. "No, I don't think Ethelberd was a guise, I am... well, I guess no longer certain. But somewhat certain that Ethelberd is mortal; perhaps, as his only Caller, he influenced Conquests form?" she muses. She settles in and sips at her glass, then looks around, eyes searching out the Scholar and the Shadow again.

Terry looks up at Olloch, hesitantly at first. He takes a quick glance around the room, then up at the spirit again. "It.. it seems like the party might just pick up, Olloch." He says with a smile. The ocelot really was fearful things were about to get rowdy. Instead he grins widely at Olloch. "We can most certainly talk." He chomps down on the final bite of the pastry he had selected before continuing. "But first, better make sure none of this food goes to waste!"

Kazel nods at Heiour's words and contents herself to listen and watch, keeping her position near the spirit.

"Ah, so I see." Rokarion says as he finishes up yet another drawing, the plant must have enough to publish a book by now, "I didn't actually know that about spirits. So I take it that Olloch is one of the spirits angling for a quick reslution?" the plant being says as he jots down the new information he learned about spirit rules.

Bazalt Finlly finishes eating and heads back to the Woman and her shadow. he nods to her and wait for her to say something, looking around as he does. "Hrrm thigns starting up or dying down I wonder?" he mumbles to himself.

It is a strange gathering, and remains strange. Various spirits of strange and wonderful aspects check on their mortal guests, a whole parade making their way through, though the first Spirits that the guests have met up with continue to stay nearby should the mortals require aid. And thanks to Olloch, no one leaves hungry, though Kendrac's frown could probably grown no deeper should he try.