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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Whoever was behind this party has obviously spared no expense! The manor house, which had seemed empty only hours ago is beautifully lit and the gardens and grounds, while still neglected, are decked with festive decorations and filled with floating lights. There must be some great mathemagicians in the host's employ. At the door, guests are formally greeted and their invitations taken by a bear in a fine suit whose face has been cleverly painted to resemble a skull, white paint on his black fur. "Have your invitations ready, please," he rumbles as guests arrive.<br> <br>After the trip to the beach, this evening was turning out to be quite eventful indeed! Having stopped home just long enough to change into her tailcoat suit, Cassidy shuffles up to the door, invitation in hand. "Of course! Thank you, sir," she says to the greeter as she moves to enter the manor. "What a night this will be, huh, love?"<br> <br>"I know!" Natska answers, the jaguar having changed as well; her long, slender evening gown of crimson silk is cut midway up her thigh, and she's decided to accessorize it with a pair of long black gloves and, for he event, her black domino mask. It does leave her happy grin visible, and her tail flicks back and forth as she takes in the arriving crowd.<br> <br>Shliek enters wearing a flowing cloak with black on the outside and red on the inside. On top of his head is a tall magician's hat which looks like it was crafted out of spare pieces of leather. The hat easily adds another foot to his short stature. Underneath, he has dark-themed finerythat, at first glance, could make someone mistake him for a noble. He hands over his invitation, reaching as high as he can to place the paper into the bears's hand and join the rest of the gathering crowd.<br> <br>Rev made a quck stop at the freesword in clean himself up after clearing up his work. And after cleaning himself up, and dressing up in attire appropriate for the party. The wolf is on his way with his invitation in hand, and of course a cigar firmly clamped between his teeth. He approaches the mansion dressed in a long black tailed suit with a purple vest, and a white undershirt. And a cravat that is pinned in place by a tinay skull shaped pin. And to top it all off a top hat decorated with a small skull with four frathers sticking out from behind it two on each side, and a pair of round darkly tinted glasses. The wolf hands over his invitation to the bear at the door, and makes his way inside<br> <br>The bear accepts invitations from Freeswords, peasants, beggars and nobility with the same solemn gravitas as he allows the guests up the stairs and into the main hall of the old manor. The inside is as extravagantly decorated as the outside! Small blue flames flit about near the ceiling, casting strange shadows as the guests mill about beneath. In one corner, a quartet of musicians are painted up in the same manner as the valet outside, white paint on black fur. The air is filled with music and a number of beings have started to dance. Black streamers line the great stairway and trim the fine buffet of autumn foods.<br> <br>Cassidy brushes her white-gloved hands along her black skirt, taking in the room with a delighted hum. "Oooh... Where shall we go first?" She asks the jaguar, tail twiching behind her. "Perhaps the buffet? I'm a little peckish this evening! But what do you think?"<br> <br>Natska turns her happy smile on Cassidy, then looks up around around the room again. "We can, yes. I am most interested in watching the crowd and seeing who shows up, but the buffet is as good a place as any to watch from." She gives Cass' arm a small squeeze.<br> <br>Shliek walks through the crowd, cloak and tail trailing silkily behind him. At one time or another he has to dodge a foot coming too close to his tail, but his hat seems to do a good job of making sure people don't run into him. He looks around to try and find an unoccupied table where he might set up his little game.<br> <br>Rev allows his eges to wander around the room behind the tinted lenses. His hands are clasped behind his back. As he proceeds further into the manor. The wolf makes his way to the buffet, and puffs on his cigar as he eyes the food. However the for once finely dressed wolf doesnt begin to fix himself a plate. Not just yet anways as he is not exactly hungey just yet.<br> <br>It is difficult to find an unoccupied table with so many beings milling around and so few actual sitting places. It seems that people are expected to mill around and dance and talk. Shliek could undoubtably stuff himself into a spot. The buffet is well stocked with cheeses and seasonal fruits along with a huge roast beast of some kind, cut carefully into strips and placed carefully back onto the ribs. Great capped tusks jut from the thing's jaws. It must have been quite the hunting party that felled that thing. |
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| + | As of yet, there is no sign of the host. Or at least, they are not announcing themselves just yet.<br> <br>Cassidy nods at that and makes her way towards the buffet table, nibbling on a fruit while she fetches a plate of the roast for herself. "Wonder what the thing of the evening will be. Think there's a game of some sort being planned?" She muses to her companion as she glances around the room.<br> <br>"Hmmmm... I would be surprised if there wasn't something in the works," Natska replies. She watches the crowd, and gives Rev a small nod of her head as she continues to stay close to Cass.<br> <br>Shliek finds himself a larger table with some people at it, but with one end of it mostly unoccupied. He sits at the head of the table and reaches into his cloak, removing three identical wooden cups. "Who wants to play a game?", he asks with a glint in his eyes.<br> <br>Rev takes a momemnt longer to examine the contents of the buffet. Then prepares to move on from the buffet when he notices Nataska give him a smalk nod. A nod which he returns in kind before moving on from the buffet table in search of an employee of the mannor who kay be free enough to possiblly inform him on whi the hist if the party is. <br> <br>The haunting dance melody from the band comes to a sudden end and a frigid wind suddenly blasts through the room. | ||
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| + | "Welcome, beings of Firmament," booms a powerful, heavy voice. It is impossible to say exactly where from, with the way it seems to echo. "I hope you have enjoyed your party so far," the voice booms, "Because now it is MY party!" The voice erupts into booming, sinister laughter and the blue wisp lights flare up and flicker out, leaving the room in darkness. | ||
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| + | A lady at Shliek's chosen table looks with interest on his cup game until the lights go out and her cry of fear and dismay joins many others. From one end of the room a distressed male voice shouts, "The doors are locked!" and then everything descends into mayhem in the darkness!<br> <br>Cassidy chuckles softly under her mask as she leans back, tilting the chin of the porcelain up just enough to let her continue eating, nibbling at the meat from the creature on the table. "Well, well! Looks like we'll get -something- alright, huh? How exciting!"<br> <br>Natska giggles quietly as the lights suddenly go out. She doesn't panic; rather she remains still, where she's at next to Cassidy, and tilts her head to the side as she listens to the crowd. "Oh yes! Frightfully exciting, love." | ||
Revision as of 05:00, 30 October 2014
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Date
29/10/477
Log
Whoever was behind this party has obviously spared no expense! The manor house, which had seemed empty only hours ago is beautifully lit and the gardens and grounds, while still neglected, are decked with festive decorations and filled with floating lights. There must be some great mathemagicians in the host's employ. At the door, guests are formally greeted and their invitations taken by a bear in a fine suit whose face has been cleverly painted to resemble a skull, white paint on his black fur. "Have your invitations ready, please," he rumbles as guests arrive.
After the trip to the beach, this evening was turning out to be quite eventful indeed! Having stopped home just long enough to change into her tailcoat suit, Cassidy shuffles up to the door, invitation in hand. "Of course! Thank you, sir," she says to the greeter as she moves to enter the manor. "What a night this will be, huh, love?"
"I know!" Natska answers, the jaguar having changed as well; her long, slender evening gown of crimson silk is cut midway up her thigh, and she's decided to accessorize it with a pair of long black gloves and, for he event, her black domino mask. It does leave her happy grin visible, and her tail flicks back and forth as she takes in the arriving crowd.
Shliek enters wearing a flowing cloak with black on the outside and red on the inside. On top of his head is a tall magician's hat which looks like it was crafted out of spare pieces of leather. The hat easily adds another foot to his short stature. Underneath, he has dark-themed finerythat, at first glance, could make someone mistake him for a noble. He hands over his invitation, reaching as high as he can to place the paper into the bears's hand and join the rest of the gathering crowd.
Rev made a quck stop at the freesword in clean himself up after clearing up his work. And after cleaning himself up, and dressing up in attire appropriate for the party. The wolf is on his way with his invitation in hand, and of course a cigar firmly clamped between his teeth. He approaches the mansion dressed in a long black tailed suit with a purple vest, and a white undershirt. And a cravat that is pinned in place by a tinay skull shaped pin. And to top it all off a top hat decorated with a small skull with four frathers sticking out from behind it two on each side, and a pair of round darkly tinted glasses. The wolf hands over his invitation to the bear at the door, and makes his way inside
The bear accepts invitations from Freeswords, peasants, beggars and nobility with the same solemn gravitas as he allows the guests up the stairs and into the main hall of the old manor. The inside is as extravagantly decorated as the outside! Small blue flames flit about near the ceiling, casting strange shadows as the guests mill about beneath. In one corner, a quartet of musicians are painted up in the same manner as the valet outside, white paint on black fur. The air is filled with music and a number of beings have started to dance. Black streamers line the great stairway and trim the fine buffet of autumn foods.
Cassidy brushes her white-gloved hands along her black skirt, taking in the room with a delighted hum. "Oooh... Where shall we go first?" She asks the jaguar, tail twiching behind her. "Perhaps the buffet? I'm a little peckish this evening! But what do you think?"
Natska turns her happy smile on Cassidy, then looks up around around the room again. "We can, yes. I am most interested in watching the crowd and seeing who shows up, but the buffet is as good a place as any to watch from." She gives Cass' arm a small squeeze.
Shliek walks through the crowd, cloak and tail trailing silkily behind him. At one time or another he has to dodge a foot coming too close to his tail, but his hat seems to do a good job of making sure people don't run into him. He looks around to try and find an unoccupied table where he might set up his little game.
Rev allows his eges to wander around the room behind the tinted lenses. His hands are clasped behind his back. As he proceeds further into the manor. The wolf makes his way to the buffet, and puffs on his cigar as he eyes the food. However the for once finely dressed wolf doesnt begin to fix himself a plate. Not just yet anways as he is not exactly hungey just yet.
It is difficult to find an unoccupied table with so many beings milling around and so few actual sitting places. It seems that people are expected to mill around and dance and talk. Shliek could undoubtably stuff himself into a spot. The buffet is well stocked with cheeses and seasonal fruits along with a huge roast beast of some kind, cut carefully into strips and placed carefully back onto the ribs. Great capped tusks jut from the thing's jaws. It must have been quite the hunting party that felled that thing.
As of yet, there is no sign of the host. Or at least, they are not announcing themselves just yet.
Cassidy nods at that and makes her way towards the buffet table, nibbling on a fruit while she fetches a plate of the roast for herself. "Wonder what the thing of the evening will be. Think there's a game of some sort being planned?" She muses to her companion as she glances around the room.
"Hmmmm... I would be surprised if there wasn't something in the works," Natska replies. She watches the crowd, and gives Rev a small nod of her head as she continues to stay close to Cass.
Shliek finds himself a larger table with some people at it, but with one end of it mostly unoccupied. He sits at the head of the table and reaches into his cloak, removing three identical wooden cups. "Who wants to play a game?", he asks with a glint in his eyes.
Rev takes a momemnt longer to examine the contents of the buffet. Then prepares to move on from the buffet when he notices Nataska give him a smalk nod. A nod which he returns in kind before moving on from the buffet table in search of an employee of the mannor who kay be free enough to possiblly inform him on whi the hist if the party is.
The haunting dance melody from the band comes to a sudden end and a frigid wind suddenly blasts through the room.
"Welcome, beings of Firmament," booms a powerful, heavy voice. It is impossible to say exactly where from, with the way it seems to echo. "I hope you have enjoyed your party so far," the voice booms, "Because now it is MY party!" The voice erupts into booming, sinister laughter and the blue wisp lights flare up and flicker out, leaving the room in darkness.
A lady at Shliek's chosen table looks with interest on his cup game until the lights go out and her cry of fear and dismay joins many others. From one end of the room a distressed male voice shouts, "The doors are locked!" and then everything descends into mayhem in the darkness!
Cassidy chuckles softly under her mask as she leans back, tilting the chin of the porcelain up just enough to let her continue eating, nibbling at the meat from the creature on the table. "Well, well! Looks like we'll get -something- alright, huh? How exciting!"
Natska giggles quietly as the lights suddenly go out. She doesn't panic; rather she remains still, where she's at next to Cassidy, and tilts her head to the side as she listens to the crowd. "Oh yes! Frightfully exciting, love."
