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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>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.<br> <br>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."<br> <br>"It always is," Natska replies, nodding her head at Cass and adjusting her crimson and silver long coat. "Especially with invitations..."<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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."<br> <br>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. <br> <br>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.<br> <br>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. |
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| + | "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!"<br> <br>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."<br> <br>Natska gives Olloch a happy smile and inclines her head. "Good afternoon, and thank you for the invitations. What's the occasion?"<br> <br>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.<br> <br>Kazel raises an eyebrow. "You again, huh." The bat grimasses at a thought before looking over the room. "Whats the occasion?"<br> <br>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." <br> <br>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.<br> <br>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. | ||
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| + | "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."<br> <br>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.<br> <br>"... 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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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. | ||
Revision as of 23:05, 17 August 2015
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Log
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.
