First and foremost, I arrived into the ball like 5 minutes after the start so there's no formal greetings, feasting and such; we arrived right into the costume contest. I did my best to clean up the log and tweak my own lines to as if the log was from a neutral third party's point of view for ease of reading. I left some applauding, drinking and eating, as well as some of the servants and guards running in and out, since that added a lot to the atmosphere - of course there was much more of it in the original. I bolded the dance parts (which start in the second post) if someone's looking just for that. The Ball, as always, took place in the Gallery of Divine Splendour in the Presidio of the Damned. Enjoy! Oh and sorry it's so... narrow, that's what my settings are like :/



Gallery of Divine Splendour. (Presidio of the Damned.)
Floor-to-ceiling mirrors cover the walls of this expansive hall, reflecting upon
the twin marble statues of nudes that dominate the surroundings. Astonishingly
realistic, the twin statues depict two related images, with the first a white
marble visage of the towering God Raezon thrusting his hand into the chest of a
fallen Methrenton in the process of tearing out his stone heart, a sneer of
contempt visible upon the God's flawless face. Its mate is black marble wrought
in the image of the God Fain slashing a katana wreathed in flames through the
chest of a recoiling Elohora, Fain's face obscured by his cruel ritualistic mask
and his sublime body sculpted in splendid and radiant muscular detail. Glowing
on a nearby wall is script that reads, "Welcome to the Masquerade Ball!" There
are 23 shot glasses here. There are 31 small slices of black bread with smoked
salmon and caviar here. There are 34 delectable cave-fisher stews here. There
are 37 garden salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressings here. There are 33
large oval steak platters here. There are 28 dishes of steamed lobster and glass
noodles here. There are 24 blueberry cinnamon crepes here. Small cracks line the
fading body of an abandoned glass bottle. Padding obediently beside its master,
a barghest sniffs the air here. Towering menacingly over the area, a behemoth
taurian guardsman hefts an enormous double-bladed battleaxe. A harried viscanti
servant, clad in black livery, scurries quickly past. Grunt Nuurdhaeg, Combat
Trainee is here. Xiel is here, shrouded. Balizar, Defender of Eventide is here.
He wields a wyrm emblazoned shield in his left hand. Sister Celina d'Murani,
Initiate of Nihilism is here. She wields an unadorned darksteel rapier in her
left hand. Morvior d'Murani is here. He wields a twisted staff in his left hand.
Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani is here. He wields a damning symbol of domination in
his left hand and the Chronicles of the Damned in his right. Jael is here,
rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Deathguard Vathael d'Murani towers here. High
Flame Linaeve d'Murani is here. She wields a darkly majestic viola in her left
hand and a glowing purple quill in her right. Seraku, The Silent Flame is here.
He wields a chaotic ouroboros link jakari with both hands. Iconoclast Amatsemaru
n'Kylbar, Advocate of Nil is here. She wields a bloody symbol of pain in her
left hand and a platinum shield with Urlach's horn in her right. Ur'Tormentor
Livictus, of The Red Masque is here. Kashchei is here, rubbing his chin
thoughtfully. He wields a twisted staff in his right hand. Maltaim is here. He
wields a glittering blackthorn lyre in his left hand. Crylia Dawneye is here.
She wields a set of blue flame prayer beads in her left hand. Lady Marina, Queen
of the Night is here. She wields a twilight blue rose in her left hand and an
entrancing red rose in her right. Cacophone Luthier, Rhaena d'Murani is here.
She wields a macabre bone violin in her left hand. Iconoclast Gavriel is here.
He wields a charred symbol of wrath in his left hand. Disciple Lanath, Advocate
of Nil is here.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani greets Nariah and Morvior with a polite smile.

Marina flashes Balizar a joyous smile.

Nariah looks curiously over the exhibited tables, admiring the collection.

You see the following people here:
Nuurdhaeg, Othero, Jael, Sadye, Celina, Morvior, Lanath, Vathael, Maltaim,
Crylia, Xiel, Seraku, Kashchei, Gavriel, Balizar, Amatsemaru, Livictus, Linaeve,
Rhaena, Marina, Talos, Nariah

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "And Kashchei has already told us what he
has come as- say it again, Marquis."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar walks up to the center and then
poses in a hunched position with his hands out, trying to imitate a snarling
archdemon.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "An archangel/Archdemon
hybrid!"

He is an ordinary human and his body is completely surrounded by bandages. His
hands are strong with spider like fingers. The bandages reach up to his face and
covers it all except for his eyes which are dark brown and empty, and brown hair
whichs fall in a bang over his right eye, looking finely aranged without being
tidy. The bandages appear fresh except for the streaks of blood running down
them from various places. Two large false wings made of paper and wood are on
his back, one shaped like an archangels, the other shaped like a demons. On the
left side of his body is a golden breastplate with half a white robe reaching
down representing an archangel. On the right side is the rest of the robe
coloured pitch black with illustrations showing exploded tumours representing an
archdemon. He is wearing a mask with the left side white and a golden eye with a
thin mouth, the right with a huge gaping mouth connected to the mouth showing
great big teeth and red inside. He wears a white glove on his left hand and a
black glove on is right hand. The left robe goes down to his feet covering his
left foot but leaving his right leg open which is covered in black with a tumour
design and brown cracks ending in a black midnight black. He is wearing a
pocketbelt.

Kashchei strikes a pose.

Nariah turns her gaze towards the centre of the room and gazes curiously at Kashchei.

Deathguard Vathael d'Murani says, "Truly frightful."

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "Mm, indeed."

Sadye picks up a large oval steak platter.

To no one in particular, Nariah says, "Well, you do not see that often."

Xthel arrives from the east.

Lanath applauds Kashchei heartily.

Sadye consumes a large oval steak platter leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Thank you, Marquis. Who wants to go
next?"

A livery-clad viscanti servant scurries hurriedly in from the north.

Morvior chuckles long and heartily.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar steps back into the crowd adjusting
his wings.

Iconoclast Amatsemaru n'Kylbar, Advocate of Nil slowly raises her hand.

Flicking his imp-like tail, a viscanti servant quickly scurries to the north.

Crylia flashes Amatsemaru a joyous smile.

Lanath beckons Amatsemaru to her.

Amatsemaru tilts her head curiously at Lanath.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Amatsemaru, "Please, step right up and
show your costume."

Amatsemaru nods her head.

Iconoclast Amatsemaru n'Kylbar, Advocate of Nil steps forward and raises her
long, slender arms over her head, entwining her fingers together.

You see the following people here:
Othero, Livictus, Xiel, Celina, Jael, Morvior, Nuurdhaeg, Sadye, Rhaena, Talos,
Vathael, Maltaim, Crylia, Balizar, Gavriel, Linaeve, Seraku, Lanath, Kashchei,
Amatsemaru, Marina, Nariah

Amatsemaru proudly shows off a flowing Weeping Amaranth gown:
This radiant gown is tailored from white whispery silk, flowing about
the body loosely. A small, thin strap keeps the torso stationary,
wrapping up around the back of the neck and sewn on either side of the
chest. Seeming to float in the air, the skirt is indistinguishable from
the torso, draping to the ankles in soft folds and billowing out when
touched by wind. Large, broad petals have been embroidered in silver
upon every inch of the exterior, gleaming delicately under light, and an
occasional dribble of glinting garnet draws the eye to fresh wounds
dappled across the gown.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar mutters, ". .eally ...hed I .....
make these wings actu.... work."

Amatsemaru proudly shows off elegant stark white high-heeled shoes:
These high shoes rise from the ground on strict seven-inch spiked heels,
forcing constant pressure on the toes. The bottom is crafted of flawless
white onyx, the stark stone almost seeming to glow. Pure white silk
deviates from the base to wrap around the sides and backs of the feet
and over the toes, the shoes rounded at the tips. Glimmering dark garnet
stands out dramatically from the paleness, dripping down the backs of
the heels and nearly reaching the ground.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar pays attention to the center of the
show.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "All designed by yourself?"

Amatsemaru nods her head.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Goodness. And I'm afraid I'm drawing a
blank... does anyone else have a guess?"

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "The Lady Nifilhema?"

Gavriel smiles softly.

Amatsemaru shakes her head.

Nariah says, "She is the Weeping Amaranth itself."

Amatsemaru beams broadly at you.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Nariah's lips as she glances at
Amatsemaru.

Kashchei blinks.

Comprehension flashes across Othero's face.

Lanath gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Outstanding."

Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani says, "Creative."

Crylia's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Stomping in from the north with a roar of rage, a taurian guardsman glares
hatefully at you.

Amatsemaru claps her hands together merrily.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani smiles slightly, clapping her hands together
lightly.

Talos whistles appreciatively.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says to Othero, "And i was close."

Kashchei nods his head sagely.

Kashchei consumes a garden salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing leisurely,
seeming to enjoy every bite.

Crylia gives Amatsemaru a thumbs up.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Stunning, stunning."

Amatsemaru beams broadly.

Livictus nods his head in agreement.

Lanath applauds Amatsemaru heartily.

Iconoclast Amatsemaru n'Kylbar, Advocate of Nil steps back into the crowd,
standing beside her escort.

Regarding you with a malicious glare, a taurian guardsman stomps off to the
north.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Don't be shy! Who is next?"

The corners of Xiel's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Cacophone Luthier, Rhaena d'Murani demurely raises a hand.

Lord Xiel Talnara, Avatar of the Tempest steps forward, skipping in a Xiel-like
fashion as he titters gaily, twirling and showing off his Xiel-like features.
The quiet, muffled screams of peeps can be heard from the ground with each step
he takes. His eyes gaze Xielfully towards the crowd as he gives a Xielish bow.

"Heh heh heh" Livictus chuckles.

Lanath gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Nariah swirls the contents of a clear glass, the green surface oddly sparkling.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says to Xiel, "Hm. You are Xiel."

Deathguard Vathael d'Murani says, "Narsrim, I thought."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "That was easy."

"Ha!" Livictus exclaims with gusto.

Xiel says, "Incorrect."

Xiel says, "I am, in fact, Nejii."

You see the following people here:
Nuurdhaeg, Lanath, Celina, Jael, Othero, Linaeve, Crylia, Seraku, Amatsemaru,
Xiel, Marina, Rhaena, Vathael, Talos, Gavriel, Livictus, Maltaim, Kashchei,
Balizar, Nariah

Flicking his imp-like tail, a viscanti servant quickly scurries to the north.

Kashchei tilts his head curiously.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says to Vathael, "No, no, if he were Narsrim, half of
us would be scattered by Empresses by now."

Lanath gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Balizar rolls his eyes.

Vathael's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Xiel snickers softly to himself.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani presses her painted lips together, raising a brow.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "An interesting ensemble, Sohei."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Erm, confusing and
interesting."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Now, I thought I saw a hand in the
back?"

Lanath beckons Rhaena to her.

Lord Xiel Talnara, Avatar of the Tempest winks to the crowd as he sinks back
into the crowd like a shadow.

Apprentice Talos says, "If I may?"

Cacophone Luthier, Rhaena d'Murani steps up shyly to the center of the room. She
curtseys deeply to the crowd, lifting her skirts just slightly before twirling
slowly to show off her gown.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says to Talos, "Allow Rhaena her piece, if you
would."

Rhaena proudly shows off a stunning gown of creamy lace and blood red silk:
This exquisite gown has been cut from the finest spider's silk and dyed
a rich, blood red colour. The neckline of the bodice has been cut low in
a thick V that nearly reaches the shoulders and would expose a
scandalous amount of cleavage if not for a delicate mesh of cream
coloured lace that stretches across the lower area. A stunning ruby of
considerable size has been set into the centre of the lace, and around
it in the shape of a heart are a number of smaller rubies that have been
carefully sewn into the fabric. Attached underneath the bust on top of
the silk fabric is a cream coloured corset of stiff leather that
encircles the wearer's torso and ties in the back with a thin silk
ribbon. Tight silken sleeves flare out greatly at the elbow and extend
well beyond the fingertips of the wearer. Off-white lace and ruffle
spill out in an elegant manner from the inside of the cuff to add
another level of elegance to the garment. The long layered skirt flares
out slightly at the hips and falls to the mid-calf before the creamy
ruffles of the underskirt can be seen. Sewn onto the bottom hem of the
skirt in thin cream thread are a number of hearts that have each been
pierced with a violin bow. The train of the skirt splits midway down the
back and exposes the elegant ruffled lace underskirt, which may be worn
closed with the help of a number of whitish ribbons that otherwise trail
behind gracefully.

Rhaena proudly shows off a porcelain doll mask:
This mask was carefully shaped from hardened leather. The skin tone is
pale, revealing a light blush painted onto the rounded cheeks. Lips have
been formed into a small smile, painted a bright ruby red. Eyes have
been painted a sapphire blue, a slight twinkle added in. Thick lashes
have been placed in above the eyes, full and soft to the touch. A pair
of thin leather bands allow for the mask to be held to the face by tying
it together behind the head.

Jael looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says to Rhaena, "A younger Sthai d'Murani."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Rhaena, "You can be nothing more than
an absolute doll."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Lady Raziela?"

Celina nods her head at Jael.

Gavriel smirks.

Rhaena nods her head at Lanath.

Lanath gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Jael's arms fall listlessly to his sides as he hangs his head and intones a sad,
disappointed "Drat."

Cacophone Luthier, Rhaena d'Murani says to Jael, "You are quite flattering."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "A lovely costume, do applaud our young
Cacophone."

Gavriel applauds Rhaena heartily.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar applauds politely in a dignified
way.

Cacophone Luthier, Rhaena d'Murani blushes as she steps back into the crowd.

Amatsemaru gives up a round of applause.

Jael flashes Rhaena a joyous smile.

Morvior claps his hands together merrily.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Next?"

Jael urges his companions onwards.

Jael peers about himself unscrupulously.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "Jael and I shall show our costumes at once."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Ah, a pair!"

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani offers a hand to Jael, nodding curtly.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani takes Linaeve's hand gratefully and leads her
forward, coming to a stop before the assemblage and gazing out from beneath the
hood of his robes.

He is a fierce dracnari and seems a sombre figure, in contrast to his race. He
is endowed with a height and broadness of shoulder that grant him a commanding
presence without a word being spoken. While readily identifiable among a throng,
the hood of his robes is raised, casting a shadowy pall on his features. A
striking gaze of bright amber pierces through this obscuring gloom, as the man's
eyes never cease to move. His face bears a notably reptilian cast to it, with
many glinting patterns of shimmering ruby seeming to form the draconic scales
that comprise his visage, as well as those upon his obsidian-clawed hands. When
he speaks, rows of pearlescent white teeth are revealed from within the depths
of his chitinous refuge. A heavy golden chain bearing a religious symbol of
Vortex hangs about his neck, clinking softly as he moves. He is wearing a Sigil
of the Ouroboros embedded deeply into his chest, a chitin-like belt of ruby
shards, barbed robes of gold-etched chitin, a pair of black shoes, and a golden
hoop inlaid with garnet through his right eyebrow.

She is a fierce dracnari and is adorned mystically for the occasion, her fair
complexion alight with such ethereal powders as to appear otherworldly. An
intricate motif of scales has been painted onto all of her exposed skin, dusted
with emerald and gold powders so as to shimmer in reminiscent fashion of an
antiquated dracnari. Exaggerated kohl lines her smoky grey eyes, sweeping
decoratively at each corner into a filigree-patterned spiral that dissipates
near her temples. There, curls of magnificent fiery red hair are woven into
intricate plaits that trail a long way down her slender back, intertwined with
chaotic ornaments of obsidian and turquoise. On either side of her head, swathes
of hair are wrapped into spiralling crowns to resemble horns. Full lips, the
most voluptuous of her features, are painted in a sublime copper hue, and the
corners of her mouth marked in such a way as to appear alight with a perpetual
mischievous grin. She is wearing a sigil of the ouroboros embedded deeply around
her navel, a midnight black rose, a dusky toga overlaid with plum gauze,
classical sandals of soft golden leather, a carrion beetle earring clasping a
turquoise droplet through her right ear, a carrion beetle earring clasping a
turquoise droplet through her left ear, and a delicate onyx hoop adorned with a
black pearl through her lower lip. She walks with the truefavour of Morgfyre.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "I can tell the Aois-Dana is a lovely
dracnari, but as for Master Jael..."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani pauses at the centre of the gallery, turning this
way and that to allow a glimmering view of her painted skin, emerald scales
dusted in gold.

Comprehension flashes across Othero's face.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "I'm stumped at Master
Jael's."

Jael raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism says, "They are from Gaudiguach."

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "Surely you know it. Think of the histories."

Seraku's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Smoothing her dusky toga, High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "Our titles, the
Grand Cipher and High Flame are hints."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Oh of the Illuminati."

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism says, "The High Flame, Champion of
the...Illumninati?"

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Th heads of the Illuminati
in Gaudiguch."

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani folds his hands into the sleeves of his robes and
offers a light chuckle.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "Quite close. Shall I, aunt?"

Cacophone Luthier, Rhaena d'Murani says, "I do believe they may be masquerading
as the last two known Grand Ciphers?"

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says to Jael, "Oh yes."

Seraku, The Silent Flame says, "High Flame Scuchidira?"

Jael nods his head at Seraku.

Seraku beams broadly.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "Absolutely."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "So thats who Scuchidira is."

Jael's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Lanath gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani curtseys gently, with a sly grin.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Absolutely stunning."

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "And I am Tlochaka Chum, of the Cosmic Hope
Expedition."

Gavriel nods his head affirmatively at Lanath.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Impressive."

Seraku, The Silent Flame says, "Indeed, I love the costume."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Theres no flamboyancy at all
in this and its still magnificent."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Magnificent, magnificent. Who is next?"

Marina's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Tya arrives following Sanguine Sparrow, Sadye d'Murani.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "If I may?"

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani murmurs a low thanks and returns to the side of
Vathael.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Marina, "Of course, Lady."

Marina's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Sanguine Sparrow, Sadye d'Murani asks, "If I may interrupt?"

Marina raises an eyebrow at Sadye.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Yes, Mistress d'Murani?"

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night smiles and says to Sadye, "Of course."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar pauses halfway through eating a
crepe.

Garrett eats a small slice of black bread with smoked salmon and caviar with
obvious gusto.

Gavriel drains the last dregs of a delicate fruit wine from a shot glass.

Gavriel pours a delicate fruit wine from a bottle into a shot glass.

Amatsemaru drains the last dregs of an earthy robust necropolic wine from a shot
glass.

Crylia takes a long draught of a soothing aquamarine champagne.

Sanguine Sparrow, Sadye d'Murani says, "I would like to present, Tya d'Murani,
to you all."

Sanguine Sparrow, Sadye d'Murani gestures towards Tya.

Lanath nods her head emphatically.

Tya performs a graceful curtsey.

A wry smile spreads across Vathael's face.

Jael flashes Tya a joyous smile.

Livictus gives Tya a respectful salute.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Tya, "Welcome, I hope you enjoy your
Ball."

Morvior chuckles long and heartily at Tya.

Rhaena curtseys respectfully before Tya.

Garrett picks up a delectable cave-fisher stew.

Maltaim bows respectfully to Tya.

Tya smiles softly.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Linaeve's lips as she glances at
Tya.

Sadye gives Tya a peck on the cheek.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Tya, "Do excuse us, Miss d'Murani, but
Lady Marina is showing off her costume."

Tya nods her head at Lanath.

Garrett consumes a delectable cave-fisher stew leisurely, seeming to enjoy every
bite.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says to Tya, "Mother Night be with you."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar finishes his crepe licking his
lips.

You drain the last dregs of an electric green wine from a shot glass.

Maltaim drains the last dregs of an earthy robust necropolic wine from a shot
glass.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Hmm... would I be right in guessing a
Divine of some sort?"

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Lacostian?"

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night steps up onto the platform, a trail of black
silk trailing behind her.

She is a nimble shadowcaster faeling and is shrouded in black silk that holds
itself up by several tiny strands of black wiring that spirals down from her
waist to give the appearance of whispering shadows. Black opals and crimson
firestones glint beneath a shroud of deep fuschia that trails out behind her in
a long train. Her face has been painted with differing hues of black and deep
reds, a small amount of blush added to her cheeks to give the illusion of
twinkling darkness. Her eyes have been highlighted with a light mauve, painted
in the visage of two black wings held out in mid flight. Her long mane of
blueberry black hair has been pulled up into curls, diamonds and onyx stones
spread throughout each strand to give the glint of stars and dark twilights.
Though her physique is clearly displayed from beneath the dress, the silk wraps
about her in several folds to give only a slight glance of what truly lays
beneath. She is wearing 2 flame shaped rings of fire opal, a gold and platinum
wedding band, a black opal necklace, a silver faeling heritage ring, an etched
garnet ring, a bracelet depicting a barghest, the Crown of the Conquering
Darkness, a thin emerald band, a lavender-embroidered, cream leather pack, an
ethereal rose veil, 4 striped orchids, 4 yellow lilies, 2 cool tulips of dusk, a
cluster of snapdragons, a purple tulip, 3 elegant pink roses, a set of night
spiritual prayer beads, a white opal beaded ring, a grim bracelet of dancing
redcaps, a plain silk bag, a bunch of yellow freesias, an intricate black mask,
a twilight blue rose, 2 bright yellow roses, 2 delicate irises, a vibrant
sunflower, a long silken dress of dusky rose pink, and a pair of black butterfly
slippers.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "The Lady Viravain?"

Marina chuckles long and heartily.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "Think less divine."

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "Though you are on the right path."

Gavriel sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism says, "Mother Night."

Cacophone Luthier, Rhaena d'Murani says, "Mother Night, Perhaps?"

Livictus chuckles long and heartily.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night smiles and says, "So very close."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Not Rowena Nightshade?"

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism says, "Rowena Night...yes, that."

Ur'Tormentor Livictus, of The Red Masque leans back against the wall, sipping
his wine with an amused smirk.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Brother Crow?"

Lazurus tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks a blueberry cinnamon crepe.

Sanguine Sparrow, Sadye d'Murani asks, "Shikari?"

Shaking her head as her eyes glint in the candle light, Lady Marina, Queen of
the Night says, "Nae. And Nae."

Jael thwaps Kashchei on the head.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "Queen Maeve?"

Lazurus puts his nose over a blueberry cinnamon crepe and inhales.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "Think of the three who represent Mother
Night."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Aha."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Lhiannan."

Nariah covers her mouth with a hand daintily to hide a snicker.

Marina's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Cacophone Luthier, Rhaena d'Murani says, "Lhiannan?"

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says to Kashchei, "Well done."

Lanath applauds Marina heartily.

Rhaena congratulates Marina with some wild clapping.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar applauds politely.

Amatsemaru gives up a round of applause.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "A lovely costume."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Who is next?"

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night steps down from the platform, resting her arm
upon Livictus' forearm.

Livictus flashes Marina a joyous smile.

A hideous archdemon sucks a clot of dried blood from one of his enormous talons.

Her mouth turning downwards slightly, Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Is
that all?"

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "I can show mine again?"

Kashchei shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Kashchei, "No, no, that's fine."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar murmurs something and his wings
flap weakly.

Kashchei beams broadly.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Well, do eat to your heart's content a
moment while I determine the winners."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "The wings work... mostly."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Goodness, you've all made this quite
difficult."

The corners of Xiel's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani inhales sharply, the corner of her mouth twitching.

Nariah twirls on her heel and begins to pace around the gallery, gazing up at
the walls thoughtfully.

Jael sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

Candles flicker in amethyst votives, reflecting prismatically from the host of
mirrors.

Penitent Garrett enjoys each bites, sucking on the flavors in his mouth before
swallowing.

Masqueraders mingle and murmur, some laughing boisterously.

Nariah pauses to admire the marble visage of Lord Raezon towering over defeated
Methranton.

Nariah ponders a flawless nude statue of Fain thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Would be nice if Lord Raezon
returned."

Amatsemaru blinks.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar sips some wine.

Amatsemaru blinks incredulously at a flawless nude statue of Fain.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil suddenly raises a hand.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "It is decided!"

Xiel says to Amatsemaru, "That's always been there."

"Tsk, tsk," Xiel says to Amatsemaru as he waggles a finger at her.

Amatsemaru mutters discontentedly.

Jael tilts his head and listens intently to Lanath.

Nariah quickly looks away, amusement creeping over her features.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani watches from over the rim of her wine glass.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "In third place, Lady Marina, for her
stunning costume of Lhiannan."

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism stand off the the side of the
crowd, idly swirling her glass of wine.

Amatsemaru congratulates Marina with some wild clapping.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar claps politely.

Marina smiles softly.

Lanath applauds Marina heartily.

Marina performs a graceful curtsey.

Cacophone Luthier, Rhaena d'Murani quietly retreats to a clear corner of the
room and watches the other masqueraders.

Flicking his imp-like tail, a viscanti servant quickly scurries to the north.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "In second place, Iconoclast Amatsemaru,
as the Weeping Amaranth."

Amatsemaru blinks.

Marina applauds Amatsemaru heartily.

Amatsemaru claps her hands together merrily.

Livictus gives up a round of applause.

Linaeve claps her hands together merrily.

Jael congratulates Amatsemaru with some wild clapping.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar claps politely, if more loudly.

Xiel grins mischievously at Amatsemaru.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "And, in first place..."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil grins as she draws out the tension.

Seraku tilts his head and listens intently.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Aois-Dana Linaeve and Master Jael as
High Flame Scuchidira and Grand Cipher Tlochaka Chum!"

Marina's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Kashchei snaps his fingers.

Amatsemaru claps her hands together merrily.

Marina gives up a round of applause.

Xiel snaps his fingers.

Lanath applauds Linaeve heartily.

Morvior gives up a round of applause.

Nariah applauds quietly, clapping talons of one hand against the palm of the other.

Deathguard Vathael d'Murani claps quietly.

Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani gives a polite applause.

Xiel smiles and shakes Linaeve's hand, offering his congratulations.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "It was simply too beautiful."

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism applauds softly.

Xiel smiles and shakes Jael's hand, offering his congratulations.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani dips her chin politely, nodding her congratulations
to Jael.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "Thank you kindly."

Jael flashes Linaeve a joyous smile.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "Indeed, thank you."

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "Congatulations."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "They will be given their prizes after
the ball."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "And now, onto the dancing."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil claps her hands together.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Do pay attention- all of you will be
voting for the best dance!"

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani weaves through the midst of those gathered, pausing
at the far corner where the symphony is assembled.

Penitent Garrett sits down in a nearby chair, content with watching.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani subtly glides after Linaeve, glancing about quietly.

Crylia picks up a small slice of black bread with smoked salmon and caviar.

Crylia eats a small slice of black bread with smoked salmon and caviar with
obvious gusto.

Impishly, Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "I must be selfish and claim
the right to dance first."

Othero smirks.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Linaeve, "Aois-Dana, are you ready?"

Jael hums softly to himself and lifts his arms over his head. A violin of dark
fates shimmers into existence between his outstretched hands.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "If I may add a bit of glamour to this?"

Marina grins mischievously at Livictus.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani taps her bow elegantly, nodding to Lanath.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Marina, "Be our quest."

Lanath coughs softly.

Livictus shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Guest."

Marina takes a shadow cauldron from a lavender-embroidered, cream leather pack.

Dipping her hand into a shadow cauldron, Marina pulls out a long shadow and
releases it into the air. The room darkens with the churning darkness.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Hmm, lovely."

Lanath removes a sheer black tinted scarf.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil dramatically removes her coat, revealing her
dancing costume underneath.

Lanath removes a long black leather coat lined with crimson silk.

Maltaim leans against a wall, tapping his foot in time to the music.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil touches her hair, murmuring a counterspell. Her
hair suddenly springs back to its natural curls.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil fluffs her curly hair vainly.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Linaeve, "I am ready."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani begins to draw the low, sinuous notes of an exotic
melody from her viola.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil makes a grand gesture with her left arm, her
pliant hand grazing her forehead. Her arm does not complete its arc, but stops
when her arm is fully extended. She tilts her head back and turns her face to
the left.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil places her left hand on her left hip, arranges
her right arm into a serpentine position, and lifts her right leg, allowing her
calf to fall freely from her knee. Undulating her right arm gracefully, she
turns on her left foot, hopping minutely when necessary. After coming full
circle, she snakes both arms up towards the sky.

Penitent Garrett leans in from his chair, propping his hands on his chin.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar munches on a salad as he watches
intently.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil places her left hand on her left hip and her
right hand on her forehead. She begins to shake her hips slowly and jerkily,
moving backwards and to the side, switching the positions of her hands to the
rhythm of the music.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani plucks an ethereal series of notes, surprisingly,
while the instrumentalists behind her keep a yearning, low rhythm

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil steps her right foot out, and uses her right
arm to make a quick, severe gesture towards the onlookers across her chest, as
if she is clawing a curtain away. Her lower body rotates right to follow her
arm, placing her balance on her right side.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil moves her arms in graceful loops- one arm rises
up while the other lowers, her hands rotating. Suddenly, on a strong note, she
thrusts the higher arm straight up in the air and clamps her other hand onto her
opposite shoulder.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil brings her left hand to her face and murmurs
the words that cast cosmicfire lyrically. A small flame blossoms in the palm of
her left hand.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil twists her right hand over the flame, and
touches her right fingers to the left side of her face. She pushes her face to
lean to the right, and then snakes her right arm out, presenting a flat,
vertical hand, as if stopping an intruder.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani summons forth a fiery glissando, reminiscent of the
dancer's very movements and the curving of her spine.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil whips her head around to the left, and begins
moving left in small, elegant steps in a wide circle. Her right arm, fully
extended, moves in a circle as she proceeds.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil ceases her circular motions with her right arm,
and begins to simply undulate it elegantly behind her, like a scarf caught in
the wind.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil tightens her circle into a spiral, moving
faster and her right arm movements becoming faster and more erratic. When she
comes to the middle of her spiral, she halts.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil reaches her right arm into the air, rotating
her wrist, her fingers constantly seeking the sky. She gazes upon her flame
lovingly, and moves her left hand to below her right shoulder, still cradling
it.

The Cacophony's song climbs, snakelike, in anticipation, and suddenly pauses,
leaving hanging notes.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil arches her right arm over her head, and stares
through her arms at the crowd. Her arms are now arranged in an imitation of the
ouroboros.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil leans her head towards her flame and suddenly
extinguishes it- by magic or by her breath, the movement is too quick to notice.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil bows her head, indicating the dance is over.

Nariah applauds Lanath heartily.

Lazurus gives up a round of applause.

Jael applauds Lanath heartily.

Seraku gives up a round of applause.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani lures a whispering end, leaving shimmering notes to
dissipate in the air.

Morvior gives up a round of applause.

Iconoclast Amatsemaru n'Kylbar, Advocate of Nil exclaims, "Beautiful!"

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar applauds loudly with vigour.

Penitent Garrett claps as he leans back against the chair, smiling from the
preformance.

Xiel says, "It was missing a bit of dwarf..."

Xiel looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Lanath gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Nariah nods her head sagely at Xiel.

Amatsemaru smirks at Xiel.

Nariah smirks at Lanath.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Ah, don't let me distract you. Who
wishes to dance?"

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Come now!"

From behind the crowd, Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism says, "I
shall volunteer."

Lanath beckons Celina to her.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil steps backwards into the crowd.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar moves next to Lanath and smiles at
her.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism glides through the crowd, making
sure not to step close to the Masqueraders.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism says to Linaeve, "A waltz, mother?"

Linaeve nods her head at Celina.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism lifts up on her toes, her back
arched regally, her rapier balanced delicately in her hand.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani poises before the instrumentalists and raises her
arms, conjuring from them the first crisp, elegant notes of a waltz.

Cacophone Luthier, Rhaena d'Murani slips quietly from the chamber.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism begins a slow turn, gaining speed
as her crimson gown whirls about her spinning form. she flicks her wrist
twirling the rapier in a wide arc, whipping through the air with metallic
whistle.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism halts abruptly, swaying regally to
the beat of the waltz. She lifts her chin and closes her eyes as she draws the
slender blade across her forearm, a steady stream of sweet smelling blood
flowing down her arm to her finger, then dripping to the floor.

Lazurus drains the last dregs of an earthy robust necropolic wine from a shot
glass.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism throws her arm towards the crowd,
drops of warm blood splattering against the floor like rain. Her feet gliding
gracefully to the music as she flicks the crimson edge of her rapier across her
exposed legs, the pool of blood at her feet continuing to grow.

Celina tosses an unadorned darksteel rapier to Vathael, and he catches it
nimbly.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism turns her back to the crowd,
sliding her leg out and drawing her toe through the blood. She tosses her hair
as she rakes her nails against her shoulders, cutting through cloth and leaving
deep furrows in her flesh.

The traditional notes slip curiously about Celina, an eerie complement to her
dance.

Penitent Garrett raises his brow, quite stunned about the self mutilation.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism glides lightly amidst the pool,
twirling in ecstasy as she flicks the blood in chaotic patterns. She flips her
head backwards, a fountain of blood arching high above her head. She swiftly
lowers her leg, giving a final twirl as the droplets cascade around her.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism gives a curtsey to the crowd, her
blood painted into a blurry mask on the Presidio's floor, a cruel grin smeared
across it's face.

Celina brushes her hair vainly.

Jael smiles wryly at Celina.

Lanath applauds Celina heartily.

Maltaim applauds Celina heartily.

Jael applauds Celina heartily.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani claps her hands once and the music stops abruptly,
but for a few wailing, screeching notes that linger.

Morvior smirks.

Penitent Garrett eyes twitch finally seeing the drawing of blood, he claps
nervously.

Xiel inclines his head politely to Celina.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism slips back into the crowd.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil steps delicately to the front of the crowd,
avoiding the blood with her bare feet.

Deathguard Vathael d'Murani says to Celina, "Would you like more help with
that?"

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "That will be hard to follow."

With a flourish, Vathael draws a broadsword with flame etchings from a blackened
metal scabbard.

Talos applauds Celina heartily.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani snaps her fingers and a bustling group of servants
enter, swiftly cleaning up the blood and gore before scuttling out again.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism says to Vathael, "I'm quite
alright."

Linaeve smirks.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Linaeve, "Ah, thank you."

With a flourish, Vathael slips a broadsword with flame etchings into a blackened
metal scabbard.

Lightly, High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "Indeed."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "But don't be shy- who is next?"

Lord Xiel Talnara, Avatar of the Tempest clears his throat as he steps into the
middle of the crowd, a spry grin creeping over his fair features.

Xiel says to Linaeve, "Give me... a lively jig, my fair lady!"

Xiel raises his hand to his mouth and titters girlishly.

Lanath gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Amatsemaru beams broadly at Xiel.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani lowers herself onto her chair once more, pressing
her lips together to hide a smirk.

Crylia drains the last dregs of a soothing aquamarine champagne from a bottle.

Lord Xiel Talnara, Avatar of the Tempest stands still, his expression serious as
he gazes out.

Nariah leans forwards and raises on her toes lightly to see better, disbelief on
her face.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani inhales deeply, and begins a furious succession of
lively notes, joined quickly by the rest of the Cacophony.

Lord Xiel Talnara, Avatar of the Tempest leaps into the air, laughing in a high
pitched fae-squeal as he somersaults across the floor, head over heals. He ends
his feat with a tight tumble as he springs up, his feet kicking out as he hops
in place to the jig.

Nariah opens her mouth to say something, but speech fails her.

The corners of Amatsemaru's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

An expression of awe spreads across Lanath's face in her sleep.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and
then quickly solidifies as Sthai comes into view.

Othero smirks at Garrett.

Celina coughs softly.

Sthai raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You see the following people here:
Sadye, Linaeve, Lanath, Xiel, Lazurus, Jael, Garrett, Kashchei, Maltaim, Gavriel,
Crylia, Seraku, Morvior, Livictus, Othero, Vathael, Celina, Amatsemaru, Marina,
Sthai, Nariah

Nariah puts a finger to her lips.

Quietly, Nariah says to Sthai, "The Sohei... is doing a jig."

Sthai d'Murani, Clockwork Amaranth murmurs, "It seems my presence was demanded."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani's melodious jig is accompanied by the titters and
squeals of delighted laughter, as she saws energetically on her viola.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar stares bemused at Xiel's dance.

Lord Xiel Talnara, Avatar of the Tempest yells out "Ha!" as he ducks to the
side, cartwheeling for a few rotations before ending with a backflip. He kicks
his feet to the side once, twice, three times!

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil gives a gasp of delight.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism stares at Xiel in disbelief before
throwing back the rest of her wine.

Penitent Garrett eybrow raises, beginning to wonder if he's trying to
impersonate something.

Sthai d'Murani, Clockwork Amaranth murmurs to Nariah, "This requires more alcohol.
Where is the absinthe hiding?"

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says to Sthai, "Certainly you realise that no
celebration is complete without you."

Using her tongue and the roof of her mouth, Sthai makes a quiet clicking noise.

Gavriel snickers at Sthai.

Jael gives an emerald vial to Sthai d'Murani, Clockwork Amaranth.

Sthai ponders the situation.

Morvior sniffs an opal vial, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating
from it is.

In a murmur, Nariah says to Sthai, "Afraid we have none, but I have electric wine."

Maltaim gives a shot glass to Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted murmurs to Nariah, "I'll need it."

Sthai drains the last dregs of an earthy robust necropolic wine from a shot
glass.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani closes her eyes, the swell intensifying as various
strains intertwine and meet.

Crylia Dawneye whispers to Sthai, "There's absinthe for sale at the Gifts
aethershop."

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says to Sthai, "Or, I've just given you a vial."

Sthai passes her hands over her face and changes from a fiendish viscanti to a
noble merian before your eyes.

Lord Xiel Talnara, Avatar of the Tempest jumps high into the air, his feet
fluttering like a fairy, his lilting laughter matching the image as his arms
stretch out, landing nimbly before kicking his feet out again, crouching this
time as he jigs, his head bobbing to each side with a wild, gay smile on his
face.

Crylia hums a happy tune.

Nariah gives a shot glass to Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted.

In a low whisper, Iconoclast Gavriel says to Crylia, "You're shameless when it
comes to advertising."

Crylia waves her hand dismissively.

Jael's eyes sparkle with amusement at Xiel.

Sthai smirks.

Nariah stares into her glass longingly.

Lord Xiel Talnara, Avatar of the Tempest bounces up, skipping gaily across the
floor as he tumbles along, jumping up and landing on the palm of a hand, waving
to the crowd with a giggle as he maintains his handstand, the music abruptly
ending.

Lanath applauds Xiel heartily.

Amatsemaru congratulates Xiel with some wild clapping.

Celina's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across her face.

Lord Xiel Talnara, Avatar of the Tempest flips up onto his feet and bows.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Impressive, to say the least!"

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "It was... unique I suppose."

Iconoclast Gavriel says to Sthai, "The fish look doesn't at all suit you,
Marquessa."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Othero's lips.

Using her tongue and the roof of her mouth, Sthai makes a quiet clicking noise.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Who wishes to go next?"

Xiel says, "A round of applause to our Aois-Dana for the inspiring music."

Sthai passes her hands over her face and changes from a noble merian to a
fiendish irontongue viscanti before your eyes.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani jolts as though from a slight doze, applauding Xiel
automatically.

Xiel congratulates Linaeve with some wild clapping.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "If I may, I have two dances."

Ur'Tormentor Livictus, of The Red Masque says to Xiel, "You certainly capture
Xiel well...But, where's his boyfriend Shuyin?"

Crylia smirks.

Xiel says, "Sadly, he caught a disease from last night's... fesitivites."

Marina's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Linaeve, "Of course, Aois-Dana!"

Xiel shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Lanath coughs softly.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "We will."

Livictus rolls on the floor, laughing.

Gavriel blinks.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Well, the Aois-Dana first, and then Lady
Marina."

Marina's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "And then me."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani tucks her arm into Vathael's, and moves to the
centre of the floor.

Deathguard Vathael d'Murani takes Linaeve's right hand with his left and bows
deeply over it. As he rises, he gallantly draws her close before starting the
long, stately steps of a classic waltz. After two measures, he raises his left
hand.

"Awwwww!" Sthai says.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani allows herself to be guided into a graceful spin,
her gold-sandaled feet airily sweeping the path of the circle. As she completes
her turn with a polite, thin smile, she takes her place back in Vathael's arms
and falls into rhythm with his fluidic movements, her feet gliding across the
floor as though barely touching, but guided along on a mist of air.

Garrett looks about in confusion.

One by one each instrument chimes in darkly, keeping the tune but a flowing
whisper with a crisp melody below the chatter of the room.

Deathguard Vathael d'Murani begins altering the length and direction of his
steps. The change is subtle at first, but soon the two are rotating, orbiting
around each other in a simultaneously furious and practised, elegant
circumference, whilst the music spirals about them.

Each note short and steady, the tune swirls around the room, above the heads of
the couple as they make their way around the dance floor.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani's skirts twirl and trail about her form as though a
crimson fire ablaze, mimicking each graceful twist and step as she is spun about
the room. Although their bottom halves are occupied in a dazzling intricacy of
footwork, their eyes remain focused upon one another's through each measured
stride and whirl. A myriad of steps and revolutions pass as though the two can
predict one another's every movement, so perfectly in sync is their dance.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani finds her arm lifted above her head once more and
glides into a series of two splendid spins, her feet seeming to disappear amidst
them. As she returns, poised before Vathael, she is gallantly lifted into a
final, flourishing turn during which her feet finally do truly leave the floor,
and then she is placed gracefully back onto her feet before him with a sly grin.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani glances up to Vathael with just the touch of a smile
in her eyes and removes her hand from his shoulder, crossing one arm before the
front of her body.

Rounding again, the notes one by one continues back to the original melody,
keeping the tune soft and just audible enough to dance to.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil gives a gasp of delight.

Deathguard Vathael d'Murani moves his hand from Linaeve's waist, reaching behind
her back to take her hand before stopping on the beat, spinning her out the full
extent of his arm's length. Their unjoined arms are raised in a flourish as they
pause for just a moment before Linaeve begins to spin back. As she returns,
Vathael supports her with one arm, sweeping her down elegantly for a dip. At the
bottom, he pauses again with a smirk, before bringing her back up slowly.

As the notes taper off, the instruments die out one by one, the lone violin
fading off silently into the crowd.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted knocks back a shot of wine,
frowning.

Gavriel takes a long draught of a delicate fruit wine.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani curtseys slightly.

Jael claps his hands together merrily.

Lanath applauds Linaeve heartily.

Amatsemaru drains the last dregs of an earthy robust necropolic wine from a shot
glass.

Gavriel gives up a round of applause.

Sthai gives up a round of applause.

Livictus claps his hands together merrily.

Marina gives up a round of applause.

Penitent Garrett nods in approval, quite pleased with the dance.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Honestly, you put us to shame,
Aois-Dana."

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted tosses her shotglass casually
over one shoulder.

Marina grins and nods.

"Pish posh," says Linaeve with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Smiling brightly, Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "Aye. That was very
beautiful."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Would you like to perform your next
dance, now?"

Gavriel glances askance at Sthai.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "I may as well, yes. Nephew?"

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "Provided that the Aois-Dana has not exerted
herself, it would be our pleasure."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Jael's lips.

You see the following people here:
Sadye, Xiel, Vathael, Othero, Lazurus, Nuurdhaeg, Tya, Lanath, Celina, Linaeve,
Marina, Maltaim, Kashchei, Gavriel, Crylia, Livictus, Sthai, Seraku, Krackenor,
Morvior, Jael, Amatsemaru, Garrett, Nariah

Today is the 12th of Dioni, 214 years after the Coming of Estarra. The phase of
the moon is that of the Waning Crescent.

In your world it is Tuesday, the 19th of August, in the year 2008.

It is early morning in Lusternia.
The phase of the moon is that of the Waning Crescent.

In your world, it is 2008/08/19 01:36:23 GMT.
See HELP GMT for an explanation of GMT.

Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani says, "Perhaps the Heresiarch? I hear she cuts quite
the figure."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani remains upon the dance floor, smiling faintly as she
gestures to Jael.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani glides to the other side of the floor silently,
rotating to face Linaeve smoothly.

Nariah clears her throat.

Nariah stares coldly at Othero.

"Ummmm," Othero says uncertainly.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Lazurus's lips.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani smiles to the gathered audience. A single, slow
chord sounds from the reaches of the room, and she snaps her foot firmly on the
ground, advancing purposefully with lithe, graceful movements to the center of
the floor.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani pauses as Linaeve advances before moving forward to
meet her, silent footsteps inaudible against the rhythmic beat of his partner's
sandals.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani offers her hand to Jael, eyes dancing with mirth, as
emerald and golden motes glitter across her countenance.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani takes the offered hand with a quiet dignity, placing
a hand on Linaeve's waist. A faint glimmer of white may be seen beneath his hood
as he smiles beneficently, and the music begins, the stately strains of a
classical waltz floating across the silence.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani turns smoothly as the waltz commences, lithe frame
shifting with practiced movements as she allows herself to be led in a slow,
turning rotation about the floor. Her toga shifts about her in waves of liquid
violet as the music ponderously continues at a sedate pace.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani slides silently along the twisting pathway of dance
steps, visage all but enigmatic beneath his heavy clothing save for the
occasional glimmer of red beneath the hood. The music begins to rise in tempo,
progressing faster, and he adjusts effortlessly, chitinous robes rattling as he

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani stops as the music reaches a crescendo. Her hand
goes to Jael's waist, his hand to her shoulder, and the roles are abruptly
reversed. She gives a fiery laugh, an amused tone that carries above the strings
of the accompaniment.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani feigns bewilderment as his lead is suddenly changed,
hood moving this way and that as he takes in his surroundings. His steps seem
almost as though he walks upon air, the hem of his robe sliding along the floor
without any seeming provocation.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani takes another heavy step, the snap of her sandal
against the ground accompanied by a sudden violent spark. She whirls in a blur
of violet, of verdant sparkles, and stomps once more, bringing up a small flame
to mark the impact of her foot.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani moves with visible ease past the sudden pyrotechnic
display, the path that she leads him avoiding the flame with scant inches to
spare.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani strikes the ground firmly with each step she takes,
bringing up small geysers of flame no more than a foot high, arcing and spitting
multicolored sparks as she grins widely, leading Jael on a meandering path
through the hissing obstructions.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani shifts as the music rails on in an up-tempo, feisty
waltz, bringing his arm up to allow Linaeve a graceful pirouette. Pirouette she
does, but after one rotation she continues the motion. Jael's hand gleams with a
warm heat, and Linaeve continues to turn, again and again, quickly becoming a
veritable tornado of motion.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani whirls faster and faster as the music increases and
the clawed hand holding her own glows brighter. Smoke begins to rise from the
point of her sandal upon which she turns, and amid the maelstrom of dark fabric,
scintillating jewels, and fiery hair, she laughs madly, an infectious enjoyment
that seems to fill the chamber.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani releases Linaeve with a flourish, stepping back as
she continues, impossibly, to turn on point. With a final flourish of violins,
Linaeve comes to a rest, clothing settling gently about her frame. A visible
smile on her face, she raises her hands dramatically, causing a multitude of
miniature fireworks to erupt into colorful life against the ceiling.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani basks in the glow of her glamours, a palpable heat
radiating off of her form. After a moment, she lowers her arms and beckons Jael
forth. He glides to her side, and they bow as one. With a slight deferment, Jael
steps back, and Linaeve offers a tantalizingly low, graceful curtsey, before
composing herself and moving off of the floor.

Penitent Garrett looks around the room, wondering if anything in here could
catch fire.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says to Linaeve, "Thank you kindly, aunt."

Gracefully, High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says to Jael, "And thank you."

Lanath applauds Linaeve heartily.

Crylia claps her hands together merrily.

Amatsemaru claps her hands together merrily.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Magnificent as always."

Tya gives up a round of applause.

Penitent Garrett claps very impressed.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Marina, "My lady, you are next."

Xiel congratulates Linaeve with some wild clapping.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani gestures slightly, extinguishing the flames.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani returns to the musicians, pressing a hand to her
chest breathlessly.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted runs a finger along a horn
thoughtfully.

Sanguine Sparrow, Sadye d'Murani says to Linaeve, "Darling, you need to take a
rest."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Oh er is the dance over?"

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Yes, it is Lady Marina's turn now."

Lanath beams broadly at Marina.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar applauds belatedly for Linaeve's
dance.

Marina's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Lanath beckons Marina to her.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "The stage is yours."

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "We will be dancing a dance that is a
custom amongst the Night Coven."

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "The Daos Da Anon."

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted settles back against a pillar,
smirking.

Dipping her hand into a shadow cauldron, Marina pulls out a long shadow and
releases it into the air. The room darkens with the churning darkness.

The raucous cries of crows resound throughout the Basin of Life, offering up
their ecstatic adoration as Viravain, Lady of the Thorns makes Her presence felt
throughout the First World.

Sthai blinks.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night points to the shadows as a dark melody begins to
play in the background.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted says, "I say. An impressive
finale, before the dance is yet to begin."

Marina nods her head at Livictus.

Crylia snickers softly to herself.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night withdraws two glittering daggers of black onyx
with firestone filigree. She steps into the midst of the crowd, whispering
beneath her breath as the shadows about her suddenly burst into life. They swarm
about Livictus, covering his armor in a bottomless darkness.

Ur'Tormentor Livictus, of The Red Masque grins at Marina, a look of warmongering
hunger written clearly upon his face, as he steps into the midst of the crowd.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism glances at Livictus, stifling a
chuckle behind her hand.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night twirls the daggers in her hands as she meets
Livictus' attack, throwing her head back and spinning away with a graceful
twirl.

Ur'Tormentor Livictus, of The Red Masque suddenly lunges at Marina, his blade in
flashing in the candle light. He makes a sudden bluff and moves to the right,
slashing at Marina's throat deftly.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night ducks away from the blow and flips backwards
three times, her gown whirling about her like fleeting shadows. She lands with
an abrupt twist of arm, as she sends a dagger flying towards Livictus' right
knee.

Ur'Tormentor Livictus, of The Red Masque pulls his blades into an X and catches
the dagger in his teeth, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He raises his blades
and brings them clashing to the ground before spitting out the dagger, sending
it flying towards Marina's forehead.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night spins abruptly to the left, coming out the twirl
with a flash of a dagger to Livictus' right temple.

Kashchei eats a garden salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing with obvious
gusto.

Ur'Tormentor Livictus, of The Red Masque catches the coming dagger with a clash
of his blade before bringing Marina into a sudden punch to the chin.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night moves quickly to the right and snatches the
dagger from the air. She smiles gently towards Livictus as the music quickens
and the dance changes pace. She points to the ground at Livictus' feet, causing
tendrils of shadows to spring forth about him.

Sadye picks up a garden salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing.

Ur'Tormentor Livictus, of The Red Masque moves from the grasp of the shadows,
canting his head towards Marina.with a look of hunger written clearly upon his
face.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night smiles slightly as she leaps onto Livictus'
outstretched blade, spinning towards him with a swift kick to the side of his
head. daggers glinting malignly in the candle light.

Ur'Tormentor Livictus, of The Red Masque looks up to Marina as she dances upon
his outstretched sword, ducking just in time as a dagger flashes just below his
throat. He grabs her by the wrist and forcefully pulls her towards him.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night smiles gently as she is pulled inwards towards
Livictus' savage embrace, quickly vanishing into a cacophony of shadows and
reappearing behind him with a look of triumph upon her face.

Ur'Tormentor Livictus, of The Red Masque moves as Marina's leg catches his inner
thigh, pulling her closer as his eyes widen with savage hunger.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night pulls Livictus' face backwards towards her lips,
placing the last deadly kiss upon his neck and steps back as the music ends
abruptly.

Ur'Tormentor Livictus, of The Red Masque closes his eyes as the music ends, his
face quiet and the savage hunger vanishing in an almost inaudible sigh from his
pale lips.

Marina performs a graceful curtsey.

Linaeve gives up a round of applause.

Lanath applauds Marina heartily.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted's eyes glow with a faint crimson
radiance as she claps slowly.

Jael gives up a round of applause.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night places steps to the side.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar applauds politely with vigour.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism applauds politely.

With a flourish, Livictus slips Lightbane, the Legion Blade into a leather bound
side scabbard.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "And now, I believe Marquis Kashchei
wishes to perform."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar hands his staff to Lady Lanath.

Kashchei clears his throat in an attempt to gain everyone's attention.

Lanath nods her head enthusiastically.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar walks to the center and makes sure
there is an obvious area marked.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted winces and turns away from the
dance floor.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted says to Nariah, "More wine."

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted says to Nariah, "Much more wine."

Jael smiles wryly at Sthai.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Maestro."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Can I have a hard and fast
beat?"

Maltaim gives a shot glass to Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted.

Sanguine Sparrow, Sadye d'Murani says to Kashchei, "We are the players of
strings."

Smirk upon her lips, Nariah says to Sthai, "I am all out of the electric one but the
necropolic one is lined on the tables."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani clears her throat lightly and nods.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted says, "Gods. I need to retrieve
a bottle of absinthe or four."

Sadye pets an Ouroboros lyre of Tainted wood ingratiatingly.

As Vathael takes a larger than reasonable swig from Jeremiah Gryphta's Olde Tyme
Healing Tonic he becomes unsteady, swaying this way and that on the spot as his
cheeks flush a vivid red.



You tell Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil, "Is there anyone after Kashchei known
to dance?"

Loudly, Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted says to Morvior, "A
dance, Warlord?"

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "Hm. How terribly anticlimactic."

A wry smile spreads across Linaeve's face.



Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted sets aside a bottle of absinthe,
stepping forwards to offer her hand.

As Amatsemaru takes a larger than reasonable swig from Jeremiah Gryphta's Olde
Tyme Healing Tonic she becomes unsteady, swaying this way and that on the spot
as her cheeks flush a vivid red.

Kashchei clears his throat in an attempt to gain everyone's attention.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Ok im doing it now."

Morvior smirks at Sthai.

Lanath shrugs helplessly.

"Tsk, tsk," Morvior says as he waggles a finger and scolds the world.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "I am sorry, Warlord."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "But go on, Kashchei."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Ok well can i have a fast
play then?"

In a rasping voice, Warlord Morvior d'Murani says to Lanath, "What for. I have
been saved from embarrasment."

Lanath gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani weaves a swift, intricate tune, eyeing Kashchei
carefully as she begins.

Nariah arches her eyebrows at Sthai amused and tilts her chin up.

As Nuurdhaeg takes a larger than reasonable swig from Jeremiah Gryphta's Olde
Tyme Healing Tonic he becomes unsteady, swaying this way and that on the spot as
his cheeks flush a vivid red.

Kashchei coughs softly.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil deftly tosses the staff to Kashchei.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar grabs the thrown staff and twirls
it in a single movement. He twirls it in front of him, to the side, back to the
front, and the other side before moving it behind his back and then over his
head twirling it all the time skillfully. Kashchei suddenly throws his staff at
a clear wall and it bounces back.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar swerves and grabs it as it flies
past following the movement into a spin twirling it again lifting a leg and
twirling it underneath it. He then moves it across his body quickly somehow
leaving trails in the air as he forms a cross and then twirls his staff letting
it slide so he's gripping one end of it only.

Penitent Garrett chuckles at Nuurdhaeg's drunkness.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar follows smoothly with the staff
spinning and on the second spin twirls it into himself grabbing it with both
hands and then repeating the movement with the second arm. suddenly he throws it
up and does some footwork moving his left foot forwards, then his right foot,
before bringing the left back and the right back quickly.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar peforms a handstand flipping back
onto his feet and and kneels down with his head bowed, right hand out which
catches the staff. He starts spinning it again passing it in front of him then
behind his back following to the side. He lets it slip to one end holding it
steady.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted murmurs, "Like a dancing goat."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar spins it by the end like a cane and
lets it drop before kicking it up with his feet. He then flips it behind him
over his shoulder catching it with the same hand and repeating with the other
ending with it moving around his neck.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani nods idly to Sthai.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar finishes by spinning the staff
quickly moving so fast it's just a blur. Suddenly it vanishes into thin air.
Kashchei looks around and pauses for the tension. Then his staff appears flying
towards him spinning from behind. Kashchei bends over nimbly and catches it
before moving back down and kneeling bringing the dance to end with his head
bowed, staff in the hand it began in.

Jael applauds Kashchei heartily.

Crylia gives up a round of applause.

Maltaim gives up a round of applause.

Kashchei pants like a dog.

"Heh heh heh" Othero chuckles.

Lanath applauds Kashchei heartily.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "I practiced that like i was
possessed."

With a flourish of his arm, Kashchei bows deeply.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar goes to rejoin the crowd standing
next to Lanath.

With a smirk, Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani says to Kashchei, "Entertaining."

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted murmurs, "We noticed."

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says to Kashchei, "It certainly showed!"

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says to Morvior, "And erm, I'm sorry
about throwing my staff."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "But I knew it wouldn't
break."

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism pauses before clapping awkwardly.

Lanath creases her brow in a frown.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "I would like to remind everyone that
while enjoying the wine is encouraged, drunken behavior is not."

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted stares at Morvior coldly, eyes
glowing crimson.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Now, any other contenders?"

Lanath nods her head enthusiastically.

Looking thoughtful, Nariah says, "I suppose..."

Nariah removes a pair of fragile, black glass and onyx slippers.

Nariah drops a pair of fragile, black glass and onyx slippers.

Morvior clears his throat.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Heresiarch, the floor is yours."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil steps back into the crowd.

Draca sits down.

Garrett sits down.

Nariah throws a crimson scarf across her right shoulder, letting it trail
down her back.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted nibbles at the edge of the
crepe.

You see the following people here:
Celina, Giltine, Nuurdhaeg, Xiel, Othero, Linaeve, Lanath, Pureza, Tya, Morvior,
Jael, Kashchei, Garrett, Marina, Kalnid, Maltaim, Draca, Crylia, Vathael, Sthai,
Seraku, Livictus, Sadye, Amatsemaru, Nariah

Morvior d'Murani graciously extends his hand to Nariah, signalling for the music to
be at the ready with a nod.

Kashchei consumes a large oval steak platter leisurely, seeming to enjoy every
bite.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night cants her head to the side, the barghest at her
side lapping at her fingers lovingly.

Nariah smiles softly as she takes the hand, following Morvior onto the dance floor,
her footsteps light as her bare feet seem to glide on the smooth marble.

Morvior d'Murani wraps his right arm around Nariah's waist, pulling her close to him
as he slides it up to her shoulders, his free hand holding her right hand out in
the traditional dance position as he steals a glance down to assess its
correctness.

Draca eats a blueberry cinnamon crepe with obvious gusto.

Taking a breath in, Nariah looks into Morvior's eyes, her full attention focused
upon him as she relaxes into her dainty pose.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani begins the stately notes of a waltz, smooth and
elegant as her bow procures the melody seamlessly.

Geophyte Draca says, "Thank you."

"Shh!" Crylia says to Draca, putting a finger to her lips.

Draca blushes furiously.

Morvior d'Murani gives Nariah a faint smirk before turning his head to Linaeve and
flourishing his hand for her to begin.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani lifts her viola beneath her chin once more, and
begins to draw an ethereal strain from the golden strings, stately in the
fashion of a waltz.

As the music wafts, Morvior d'Murani guides Nariah along the floor, his feet making
long, smooth strides in tune to the music.

Nariah smiles warmly at Morvior, her eyes twinkling as the music lulls her into the
moment, swaying back and forth as she glides along the dance floor, her gauze and
lace gown trailing behind in an elegant swirl, melding with the churning shadows.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani's mouth and brow set solemnly, she plays strings on
strings in a gossamery, delicate glissando.

Nariah takes a step back as she spins in a slow underarm turn, raising her hand
in a slow arc as she poses with fingers pointed outwards, before gracefully
lowering it to her hips.

Morvior d'Murani winds Nariah slowly into an embrace as her feet take her to his
other side, her body pressing against his.

The Cacophony symphony follows suit, the myriad of instruments swelling just
above the murmurs of the crowd.

Morvior d'Murani holds them in the position for a moment, his feet sending them
in a wide circle before he unwinds Nariah, sending her in an elegant free-spin as
he stands in place.

Nariah snaps her head to and fro as she continues her carefree spin, taking
measured, gliding steps across the marble, as it brings her into a wide
semicircle.

Stepping in time with the feet of the dancers, the lyre changes up unnoticeably,
keeping the same classic, steady sound as the trails in a myriad of notes.

As she goes faster and faster, Nariah's gown turns into a coruscating glitter
amongst a caliginous smoke of the gauze before her feet guide her back to
Morvior.

Her spin slowing, Nariah comes to a full and elegant stop just as she comes into
Morvior's waiting arms.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani plucks a fountain of coruscating notes in
succession, a neverending flare of fiery ribbons in time.

Morvior d'Murani smiles softly as he gives Naraih a warm gaze before sending
their bodies spinning across the floor. As they twirl endlessly, he raises a
hand and snaps his fingers.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani swiftly leads the melody upon another pathway, a
sparking and lively quickstep as the music behind her rises.

Nariah laughs gaily as she lightly bounces on the balls of her feet, their
dance speeding up with the music. She leaps into the air just a small amount,
in time with Morvior's own leap, legs gracefully arched at the apex.

Penitent Garrett sighs seeing the connection between the two.

Nariah tosses her head back as they land demurely, her golden hair tumbling in
sparkling wisps. Her eyes gaze travels to the crowd as Morvior takes them into
another spin, their outstretched arms trailing wide spirals, brushing against
the edge of the throng.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani lures motes of melody from the strings, sparking
motes and graceful rivulets in an eldritch dance at the tips of her fingers.

Morvior d'Murani increases the speed of the twirl, snapping his head back and
forth as he does so. His feet take them into elegant skipping along the floor
as the music builds up to a crescendo.

Intricate fingerwork pulls a honey-smooth melody for the canvas of sharp,
chiming notes.

With a smooth motion, Morvior d'Murani s hands move to Nariah's hips as he
lifts her just a little to above his head, spinning in place for a moment.

Nariah lays upon Morvior's hands with some of her weight, her arms outstretched
into arching wings, as if flying, her gown trailing behind her in a flourish.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani continues furiously, urging the notes from her
violin as her fingers tend to the strings feverishly.

Morvior d'Murani throws up Nariah very lightly upwards to allow her to twirl
gracefully in the air before alighting softly on the ground with his assistance.

Morvior d'Murani smiles broadly as he takes Nariah's hand, spinning her in
close to him and ducking her in a smooth dip, holding the position as the
music slows back to the waltz and fades into silence.

Lanath applauds you heartily.

As her fingers slow, the very instrument seems to exhale beneath Linaeve's
touch, swelling intensely before one final, luminous note lingers.

Xiel nods his head emphatically.

Lanath applauds Morvior heartily.

Amatsemaru claps her hands together merrily.

Crylia Dawneye says, "Stunning, as expected."

Giltine gives up a round of applause.

Jael gives up a round of applause.

Xiel says, "Well done."

Linaeve claps her hands together merrily.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "Absolutely."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Magnificent!"

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Well I'm just."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar applauds very hard.

Penitent Garrett applaudes, smiling at the preformance.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Once in a lifetime event
that."

Nariah pulls herself up slowly, supporting on Morvior's shoulder and then
twirls into a curtsey on his side.

Nariah pick up a pair of fragile, black glass and onyx slippers.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night claps politely.

Nariah slips into a pair of fragile, black glass and onyx slippers.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Othero's lips.

Warlord Morvior d'Murani, Heir of the Earthen Truth rests his forearm over his
abdomen and gives a polite half-bow.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "If there are no more contenders, I'll
remind you all of the dances before you vote."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "You will vote in tells to me, ranking
the top three dances in ranks of first, second, and third."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "I performed a Morgfyre-inspired dance.
Sister Celina followed with a artfully bloody waltz."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "And yes, if you have danced, you may
vote."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Obviously, don't vote for yourself
thrice."

Kashchei shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Sister Celina was followed by a jig
from... Xiel."

Lanath smirks at Xiel.

Xiel winks knowingly.

Nodding seriously, Nariah says, "A traditional seren fae dance."

Crylia smirks.

Xiel hums innocently to himself.

Flicking his imp-like tail, a viscanti servant quickly scurries to the north.

Marina coughs softly.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "He was followed by the Aois-Dana's
dances with Vathael and Jael."

A livery-clad viscanti servant scurries hurriedly in from the north.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "That was followed by Lady Marina's dance
with Livictus."

Livictus flashes Marina a joyous smile.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Next was Marquis Kaschei, with his
self-named 'Staff of Frenzy' dance."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "And that was followed by Heresiarch
Nariah and Warlord Morvior's dance, which put us all to shame."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Please feel free to tell me your votes
now."

Seraku looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism tosses a coin in the air, catching
it in her palm. She shrugs and whispers into Lanath's ear.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Please give me a moment to tally the
votes."



Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil holds up a hand for attention.

Crylia tilts her head and listens intently.

Kashchei tilts his head and listens intently.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "I have the winners."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "In third place is Xiel, with his
astounding jig."

Penitent Garrett leans in with anticipation.

With a flourish of his arm, Xiel bows deeply.

"Heh heh heh" Crylia chuckles.

Marina gives up a round of applause.

Jael grins mischievously at Xiel.

"Heh heh heh" Livictus chuckles.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar applauds politely.

Livictus swings his arm up and high fives Xiel enthusiastically.

Penitent Garrett raises his brow in question.

The corners of Morvior's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "In second place are Aois-Dana Linaeve
and Vathael."

Amatsemaru claps her hands together merrily.

Crylia gives up a round of applause.

Tya gives up a round of applause.

Jael gives up a round of applause.

Giltine gives up a round of applause.

Marina applauds Linaeve heartily.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted claps politely.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "And of course, first place belongs
to..."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Heresiarch Nariah and Warlord Morvior."

Marina beams broadly.

Amatsemaru cheers wildly!

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Sthai's lips.

Crylia gives up a round of applause.

Tya's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Morvior blinks.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted murmurs to Nariah,
"Congratulations."

Marina gives up a round of applause.

Xiel smiles and shakes Morvior's hand, offering his congratulations.

Nariah's lips twitch in what could have been a smile.

Lanath applauds you heartily.

Crylia Dawneye sticks out her tongue and says, "As if we didn't already know."

Garrett nods his head emphatically.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Othero's lips.

Sister Giltine, Initiate of Nihilism applauds enthusiastically, nodding her head
with approval.

Nariah rests her hand on Morvior's forearm lightly and dips into a small curtsey.

Lord Xiel Talnara, Avatar of the Tempest holds his hand up for attention.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "But please, applaud all the dancers, for
their hard work and performances!"

Xiel says, "Riddle me this!"

Morvior gives up a round of applause.

Lanath gives up a round of applause.

Sthai gives up a round of applause.

Grand Cipher Jael d'Murani says, "Indeed, a fine showing all around!"

Xiel says, "Who is... Xiel!?"

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "Splendid."

Xiel cackles hellishly.

The face of Xiel quivers and reveals itself to be the face of Revan.

Entranced by Revan, Amatsemaru emits a long "Ooooh."

Penitent Garrett says, "Ahh.. I enjoyed Celina's with her dance of blood. It was
quite beautiful in an artistic way, especially the rain at the end. Quite
beautful."

Marina's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

With a flourish of his arm, Revan bows deeply.

Giltine's eyes sparkle with amusement.

It is now the 13th of Dioni, 214 years after the Coming of Estarra.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani steps forward once again, clasping her hands
delicately before herself.

Sthai quickly devours a blueberry cinnamon crepe.

You see the following people here:
Nuurdhaeg, Othero, Morvior, Celina, Giltine, Garrett, Vathael, Kashchei, Revan,
Maltaim, Livictus, Jael, Crylia, Seraku, Lanath, Kalnid, Sadye, Linaeve, Sthai,
Marina, Amatsemaru, Tya, Nariah

Morvior smirks at Garrett.

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says to Garrett, "I'm glad you find it so."

Sister Celina d'Murani, Initiate of Nihilism nods her head politely at Garrett.

Looking thoughtful, Nariah says, "I personally quite enjoyed Lady Marina's dance,
very sensual."

Crylia nods her head at Nariah, showing her acceptance.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "Congratulations to all of the dancers. Now
comes the time to announce the results of the Bloodfaire design contest, themed
'Those Who Dance amidst the Graveyard.'"

Marina smiles softly at Nariah.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says to you, "Thank you, Heresiarch."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "We had many superb submissions, but tonight I
shall call attention to just a few. One of these we are lucky enough to have in
the flesh right now, but the rest I shall describe to you."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "In third place, we have a fallen cherub
sleigh bed. This was designed by Shaddus and submitted through the Onyx Feline
Artisan Cartel."

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "These will be available to view, aye?"

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted nods slightly in congratulation
to Crylia.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted murmurs to Crylia, "You must be
so pleased."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "Only one is, currently."

"Heh heh heh" Crylia chuckles.

Marina flashes Crylia a joyous smile.

Comprehension flashes across Marina's face.

Crylia Dawneye says, "His design."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "The others I must describe to you."

Lanath nods her head enthusiastically.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "And here is the bed."

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "Crouching on wicked marble claws, the frame
of this small bed has been crafted of thick, dark wood polished to a lovely
shine. Glinting platinum edging provides a rich touch while bold midnight onyx
forms the slightly outward curling head and footboard. Set upon the frame is a
puffy mattress of stitched cherub skins, still splattered with some blood,
stuffed with feathers wrenched from their very wings. A coverlet and sheet rest
upon the mattress, tailored from pure black silk and woven through with cherub
hairs, adding a golden gleam as well as a soothing touch to those with sensitive
skin. Providing warmth and luxury atop the bed is a sizeable, thick blanket of
padded cloth and black silk embroidered with swirls of gold which form a large,
somewhat abstract scene of Nil where a fierce nightmare poses in a furious
battle stance. Three soft pillows rest near the headboard, also fashioned of
cloth and silk of midnight, cushioned nicely and sewn with gold to match the
embroidery of the top blanket. Mounted on each corner of the boards are four
small skulls, fractured craniums embossed with tiny spirals of gold and damning
runes of silver. Engraved into the front of the headboard is an intricate
picture displaying four pathetically weak looking angels kneeling in worship and
humility before the glorious form of Supreme Master Luciphage, a beautiful
finish to the masterpiece bed."

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Complex..."

Disciple Lanath, Advocate of Nil says, "Lovely."

Comprehension flashes across Marina's face.

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "That is very lovely."

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night says, "That is Crylia's?"

Crylia Dawneye says, "Shaddus'"

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted says, "Shaddus's."

Comprehension flashes across Marina's face.

Sthai nods her head at Crylia.

Penitent Garrett says, "I enjoy the irony of the angels groveling."

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted murmurs, "Irony...?"

Using her tongue and the roof of her mouth, Sthai makes a quiet clicking noise.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "In second place is Rattusk's design of barbed
robes of gold-etched chitin, submitted through the Nightsoigne cartel. If you
will, Jael..."

Jael proudly shows off barbed robes of gold-etched chitin:
Vaporous stone-grey cloth snugly drapes over the torso, permitting the
wearer full range of motion when clad in these martial robes. Rings of
glistening black exoskeleton are terraced to form a loose gorget at the
throat, bladed under the chin to deflect unwisely chosen strikes.
Multifaceted orbs, each one a dull opaque red and hard as crystal, stare
lifelessly out from the gorget, now serving the wearer as defensive
studs. Shattered oval pauldrons of lacquer-black shell are trussed to
the biceps with braided silk, the concave plates bristling with wickedly
hooked barbs. Bands of pliable black chitin run down each forearm to the
wrist, embossed with vivid golden whorls in a stylised chain, the
embellishment broken only by protruding sharpened spines. Dark plates of
glossy insect carapace overlap at the stomach and lower back, the
surfaces glimmering with golden etched coils of a colossal serpent,
suggestive of some ancient constricted power. Elongated strips of cured
exoskeleton swoop down from the waist to the ankle, forming a flexible
sheath of hardened chitin, a harmonious union of protection and
acrobatic freedom. A silk sash of a rich verdant green is threaded
through the strips, tied in a austere knot at the front of the robes. A
translucent waxy membrane has been delicately sewn into a peaked
half-hood, the wearer's eyes obscured by veins and mottled viscera. At
the back, a tiny antennae has been cruelly broken and contorted into the
pattern of a screaming rat's skull.

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted murmurs, "Glorious, as always."

Nariah murmurs in recognition of the craftsmanship.

Scarred Artiste, Kashchei, Sandstorm Scholar says, "Nice. I'd wear it."

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted says, "Rattusk always was
talented."

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted smiles very slightly.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "And in first place, we have Sthai's design of
a twilight tome of gas flames. It is from her personal cartel, the Gasflame
Repertoire."

Lanath applauds Sthai heartily.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Jael's lips as he glances at
Sthai.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "The smooth leather that wraps this large tome
is a gradiated shade of blue - beginning at a powdery cobalt, it steadily
darkens across the surface of the tome. A glittering, menacing miasma of
sapphire and onyx dust swirls across the cover in an abstract design, seeming to
mimic dancing gas flames. A delicate shroud of silver filigree wraps the spine -
secured to the centrepoint is a ribbon of midnight blue silk which wraps thrice
around the book, tying off around the fob - a glass vial filled with the
shimmering wings of insects. Within, the pages of the tome are immaculately
pressed and creamy vellum, ornamented with swirls of blue and golden filigree
designs."

Holy Mother Sthai d'Murani, Hand of the Exalted dips a low curtsy.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Linaeve's lips.

High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "Congratulations to each who won, and many
thanks to all who participated. The competition was immense."

Lady Marina, Queen of the Night claps politely.

Revan claps his hands together merrily.

Lanath gives up a round of applause.

Offering a polite clap of her hands, High Flame Linaeve d'Murani says, "And now,
you may continue as you wish. Enjoy the remainder of the feast, music, dance,
and company, until the ceremonialists are ready to perform the closing."

Stuff like this makes me want to try Magnagora. Well done to all of you!

Anyone get a log of the Feast?

I wish we had something like that.

Only third with all of that gaiety and feats of acrobatics a tumbler would envy?!


And I don't titter. Giggle like a teenage girl, maybe, but not titter...much.

There wasn't really a feast. Linaeve just said you couldn't make it, dumped a massive amount of food on the ground and told everyone to eat.

Maybe a bit more eloquently but there wasn't really a "feast."

Aww. I had it all set up, then it got bumped back on my first day of work, right in the middle of my shift.

I was gonna use Geocast Center for the entrance, do a little bow and greeting, then serve the food.

1st Course
Black Bread with caviar
Savefisher stew

2nd course
Garden salad with raspberry vinagrette

3rd course
Peppered steak (Or something, can't remember)

4th course (Main Course)
A large oval steak platter (Platter in the shape of Fain's mask. Really, you have to try it,)

5th course
Blueberry crepes

Necropolic wine served for the drink

I want to be Magnagoran.

Come to the Dark Side. Join me, and together we can eat Jigan's cookies.