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    @Wade
                                         
    Lyrei had been kidnapped by an all too eager gentleman who is up to his ears in wine and sweets; the amount of liquid courage flowing through his veins was admirable enough to keep Delaney bemused and minorly alert. The elf wasn't some delicate creature who needed constant protection, she had become a reasonably worthy person fitting into society and such. For tonight, she can have her freedom without Delaney or Milo breathing down her neck.
    "Mm, what you say is debatable, to say the least, Ser Crowley."
    She grasped the offered drink between gloved fingers and saluted him graciously.
    "Standing next to you will do nothing for my reputation."
    If she were the dramatic sort, she could say how much he smelled like blood, how a majority of such came from the very House she has sworn her life to protect. The failures of such an avowal are burned into her flesh and memory, becoming constant reminders that she was no innocent creature herself. Things could have gone better, but there was no use in trying to overthink on the past while they have a future and present to enjoy.
    In her case, company and wine to enjoy.
    "I had hopes of finding a husband tonight, and yet here I am next to possibly the most hated individual in Ursa Madeum. You've scandalized me."
    Delaney smirked against the rim of her glass, hinting that she was being rude and teasing him in the driest fashion possible. Everyone at this party has thus far moved away from him as if he was diseased, others were bold enough to throw him dirty looks and sneers. A tad rude when you could barely move without bumping into someone who had spilled blood for what they believed was for the greater good. Crowley had just become the unfortunate depository for everyone's hate.
    Taking one final sip of her wine, she relocated the glass to a passing tray. She never was a fan of wine.
    "Would you like to dance or would you rather sulk in some dark corner?"
    The Seeker turned and held out her hand for him to take. Whether she'd lead them to the dance floor or the dark corner previously mentioned is all up to him.
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    Personal Info
                                                         
        -- Label: 
            ◥ Alternate: Ari, Tea, Air, Cart
            ◥ Title: Her Royal Highness Teagan Airelle Cartyr
            ◥ Job: First Royal Highness of Renovatio
        -- Age: Twenty-Three [23]
        -- Gender: Female [f]
        -- Look:
            ◥ Hair: Red 
            ◥ Eyes: Opal
            ◥ Skin: Sun Kissed
            ◥ Height: Five-Feet & Four-Inches [5'4"]
            ◥ Weight: One-Hundred & Thirty-Five Pounds [135lbs]
     
                                                          
    Psychological Info
                                                        
        -- Persona: 
           ◥ Interests: Horticulture, Herbalism, Alchemy, Compounding
           ◥ Likes:  Aesthetics; books, stationery, poetry, nature. Disorder, singing, dancing, music.
           ◥ Dislikes: Thunder, orderliness, piercings, mornings, rudeness
           ◥ Quirks: Hums a lullaby when thinking; chews on a strand of her hair when nervous
                                                          
    Inventory
                                                        
        -- Fashion: 
            ◥ Head: 
            ◥ Body: 
            ◥ Legs: 
            ◥ Feet: 
        -- Inventory: 
            ◥ Primary:  
            ◥ Primary Company: 
            ◥ Secondary: 
            ◥ Armor:  
                                                          
    Abilities
                                                        
    Templar; Bravada | Paladin 
    l'art du pezzo-acciaio [ the art of swordplay; LIMITS ] Limits are simply special sword skills unique to the user and are commonly only as strong as a 'Quickdraw' unless prepped. Forza Vomico [ fundamental; Power break ] guaranteed a critical attack, and if the attack is successful, the power of the strike is increased twofold. (a quickdraw can equate to a single prep. After use, requires a 3 turn refresh period.) Spirituale Vomico [ advance; Mental break ] disrupts the target's mental prowess should one's weapon make contact with the target or an item/weapon on his/her/its person. (depending on the preparation, one can disrupt or make it nearly impossible for the opponent to focus and think sensibly. Requires a 3 turn refresh period.) Armamento Vomico [ fundamental; Armor break ] same policy as spirituale vomico; contact with any armor/shield will rend it insignificant. (in a situation where the opponent's armor isn't backed by a prep, a simple yet successful quickdraw (plus this technique would make it an advance quickdraw) can bypass armor, and a prepped attack can destroy armor.) Scan is a passive ability that allows the user to sense various forms of energy. Summon allows the user to call upon the Celestial Body and their Seeds to aid them in battle. Prep and refresh periods depends on the entity summoned. Note: all summons can be banished if the prep count is equal to or greater than that used to summon the entities listed.                                                                  
        -- Celestial [1]  >>>  Protection
                                                                     
            ◥ Skill: Barrier
            ◥ Area of Effect: 4 Meters
            ◥ Cooldown: 3 Posts
          ◥ Description: A shimmering protective barrier that acts as temporary additional health. The barrier decays naturally over time. 
                                           
            ◥ Skill: Strength of Celestials
            ◥ Barrier Bonus: 50% 
            ◥ Description: A barrier that draws on the magic of the earth to absorb more energy before depleting.
                                           
            ◥ Skill: Mind Blast
            ◥ Area of Effect: 5 Meters
            ◥ Cooldown: 2 Posts
            ◥ Description: Enemies are sent staggering with an explosion of willpower that drives them back and makes them less likely to target.
                                           
            ◥ Skill: Fortification
            ◥ Barrier Bonus: 10% 
          ◥ Description: Each enemy struck with mind blast increases the protective barrier as their pain is siphoned to the barrier.
                                           
           ◥ Skill: Celestial Summon
            ◥ Area of Effect: 2 Meters
            ◥ Cooldown: 1 Posts
            ◥ Description: Summon a celestial to heal fallen allies in the area, getting them back on their feet and fighting gain.
     
                                                                     
        -- Enchanter [2]  >>>  Defensive
                                                                     
            ◥ Skill: Celestial Blade
          ◥ Description: A blade of solid magic to make melee attacks against nearby enemies, bypassing their guard and barriers. 
                                           
            ◥ Skill: Defending Blade
            ◥ Description: Incoming projectiles are deflected with spirit blade, sending a shockwave of energy back at the attacker.
                                           
           ◥ Skill: Resurgance
            ◥ Area of Effect: 5 Meters
             ◥ Cooldown: 3 Posts
            ◥ Description: Celestial spirits are called upon, restoring allies and Teagan. All allies are healed to full health, and a glyph is placed around allies to provide ongoing healing to the party for the spell's duration. 
                                           
            ◥ Skill: Veiled Riposte
            ◥ Damage Returned: 20% 
            ◥ Description: Whenever barrier is active, enemies who attack will take damage in return.
     
     
                     
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    Aleksei reacted to danzilla3 in Branching Out (Wild Hearts)   
    Jack chuckled, "Cerebri continues to conduct his duties with the utmost efficiency. He asks about you as well."
    Eliza and Cerebri had hit it off during a mission to set up the latter as their chief of operations in Renovatio. Jack had done what he could to encourage the two into a relationship, bot subtly and overtly. Unlike some management, he had no problem with fraternization among his subordinates. Life was too short not to pursue ones interests after all. The two of them clearly had something between them, and he hoped they would realize it sooner rather than later.
    The crime lord took a look at the dilapidated building, doubtful that even the most desperate of junkies would make this place their home. Something about the place gave off an ominous air. 
    "Very well my dear."
    The front door proved to be chained shut, but that wouldn't inhibit their progress for long. Picking up the chain, Jack snapped it with ease before shoving the door open.
    "Stay close to me."
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    Aleksei reacted to Fierach in Reroll! Character Pixel Art Generator   
    Currently in Beta, Reroll is a pixel art generator and character sheet resource for RP, specifically DnD.
    I think its pretty rad. Made a pretty close James Eredas.
    EDIT: Now in the Gallery!
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Twitterpated in Masquerade! Every face a different shade!   
    @Wade
                                         
    Lyrei Mythal came accompanied by the figment of the gentleman who has caught her attention over the last few months. The drifting memories of his love-dipped letters made the elf float on air; his admiration and sweetness kept the corners of her lips perked in a delicate smile. He was there in the flickering of candlelight ever so romantic and coy. He was in the sway of the bodies flowing steadily on the dance floor, and he was there in the thrumming of her blood.
    Her dress was a specific blue with a particular design. The golden appliques were elaborate, and upon a closer look, one could see how the filagree twists and turns to create the likeness of lions. Freckling her golden hair is golden framed jewels so sweet and precious they are, they twinkle and shine with secret promises, and avowals only meant for her. Tonight she chose to release the Mythal Wolf from her attire and manner to instead done the Kholin Lion.
    The youngest Mythal came accompanied by Alexandros Kholin.
    Sauntering through the foyer towards the grand room, the elf took her time to admire her brother's newly acquired home. Canary yellow hues sparkled with delight at the sight of everyone drinking, singing, and mingling as if it were normal - as if they've always done that. Even if it's just for tonight, Milorian can be happy knowing that the people of Ursa Madeum can interact with one another without spilling blood. Apparently, the only thing they need to do is open up the cellar, and all becomes right in the world after a few cups of fine wine and good company.
    "It's lovely," Delaney said, breaking Lyrei's focus.
    She turned to look at the Grand Seeker in all her darkness and simplicity. In comparison to the elf, Delaney was a black mote that stood out more than any woman dressed in the best and grandest finery.
    "I don't understand why you chose to wear ... that, and not a dress."
    "It wouldn't be appropriate, my lady." The Seeker adjusted her collar some with a gloved finger, suddenly feeling a bit too restricted in the rising crowd of people. "I must stand out, as you know."
    "You're not wearing a mask, either. What use is it to come to a masquerade when you're going to ignore the dress code?"
    The guard laughed while gesturing for her lady to keep moving forward towards the ballroom. They had this conversation during the journey to the castle, and each time Lyrei became more incredulous towards Delaney's explanations. It just was not proper for the Grand Seeker to be part of this happy, dancing crowd when her job requires her to be set aside from the rest. Wearing a dress and other such finery would be a ridiculous display she wasn't comfortable with, to say the least.
    Besides all that, she did have some bit of color to her person. Ly plucked some yellow roses from the Mythal estate and braided them into Delaney's white hair. Her lady said it matched the other woman's eyes perfectly, an evaluation Del is unsure about, but she had been in no position to fight it.
    They entered the ballroom that was nearly exploding with people in all their magnificent splendor. Lyrei quickly slipped into the crowd, her dress and general demeanor spreading the crowd like a hot knife to butter; Delaney was left to linger on the outskirts right next to a gentleman who apparently took a page from Del's book. A simple glance to her left, she noticed he too wore black - perhaps it was the color for tonight? Even the King Milorian wore black, though she assumes it was not his choice and had been a victim to the ladies of the house.
    "Well, one of us is going to have to go home and change," she said aloud, instead of to herself.
    "Looks like we may have to wait to approach my brother," Lyrei says, reappearing before her guard.
    "Of course, my lady. He is King now, not just a Lord." Reaching forward, she readjusted Lyrei's golden mask before flicking the young lady on the nose. "I guess you're stuck with me until then - you should feel ever so honored."
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    Aleksei got a reaction from SweetCyanide in Masquerade! Every face a different shade!   
    @Wade
                                         
    Lyrei Mythal came accompanied by the figment of the gentleman who has caught her attention over the last few months. The drifting memories of his love-dipped letters made the elf float on air; his admiration and sweetness kept the corners of her lips perked in a delicate smile. He was there in the flickering of candlelight ever so romantic and coy. He was in the sway of the bodies flowing steadily on the dance floor, and he was there in the thrumming of her blood.
    Her dress was a specific blue with a particular design. The golden appliques were elaborate, and upon a closer look, one could see how the filagree twists and turns to create the likeness of lions. Freckling her golden hair is golden framed jewels so sweet and precious they are, they twinkle and shine with secret promises, and avowals only meant for her. Tonight she chose to release the Mythal Wolf from her attire and manner to instead done the Kholin Lion.
    The youngest Mythal came accompanied by Alexandros Kholin.
    Sauntering through the foyer towards the grand room, the elf took her time to admire her brother's newly acquired home. Canary yellow hues sparkled with delight at the sight of everyone drinking, singing, and mingling as if it were normal - as if they've always done that. Even if it's just for tonight, Milorian can be happy knowing that the people of Ursa Madeum can interact with one another without spilling blood. Apparently, the only thing they need to do is open up the cellar, and all becomes right in the world after a few cups of fine wine and good company.
    "It's lovely," Delaney said, breaking Lyrei's focus.
    She turned to look at the Grand Seeker in all her darkness and simplicity. In comparison to the elf, Delaney was a black mote that stood out more than any woman dressed in the best and grandest finery.
    "I don't understand why you chose to wear ... that, and not a dress."
    "It wouldn't be appropriate, my lady." The Seeker adjusted her collar some with a gloved finger, suddenly feeling a bit too restricted in the rising crowd of people. "I must stand out, as you know."
    "You're not wearing a mask, either. What use is it to come to a masquerade when you're going to ignore the dress code?"
    The guard laughed while gesturing for her lady to keep moving forward towards the ballroom. They had this conversation during the journey to the castle, and each time Lyrei became more incredulous towards Delaney's explanations. It just was not proper for the Grand Seeker to be part of this happy, dancing crowd when her job requires her to be set aside from the rest. Wearing a dress and other such finery would be a ridiculous display she wasn't comfortable with, to say the least.
    Besides all that, she did have some bit of color to her person. Ly plucked some yellow roses from the Mythal estate and braided them into Delaney's white hair. Her lady said it matched the other woman's eyes perfectly, an evaluation Del is unsure about, but she had been in no position to fight it.
    They entered the ballroom that was nearly exploding with people in all their magnificent splendor. Lyrei quickly slipped into the crowd, her dress and general demeanor spreading the crowd like a hot knife to butter; Delaney was left to linger on the outskirts right next to a gentleman who apparently took a page from Del's book. A simple glance to her left, she noticed he too wore black - perhaps it was the color for tonight? Even the King Milorian wore black, though she assumes it was not his choice and had been a victim to the ladies of the house.
    "Well, one of us is going to have to go home and change," she said aloud, instead of to herself.
    "Looks like we may have to wait to approach my brother," Lyrei says, reappearing before her guard.
    "Of course, my lady. He is King now, not just a Lord." Reaching forward, she readjusted Lyrei's golden mask before flicking the young lady on the nose. "I guess you're stuck with me until then - you should feel ever so honored."
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    "Shouldn't you be getting dressed, Prince?"
    Delphine rose from her seat and approached the lounging gentleman who looked far too comfortable considering the time and day. He looked perfectly mussed, but as much as she enjoys seeing him in a state, they have an appointment to keep, and Delphine will not be caught slacking. Milorian has been kind with his understanding, allowing Delphine and Grant to have their times together; they should show their respect to their new King for his kindness by arriving in ridiculous costumes and honey-dipped praises.
    "I can't very well arrive in all my glory with a perfectly satisfied, partially dressed man on my arm. It would not look appealing, and we are going to cause enough scandal as is."
    She graced the gentleman with a quick kiss before pulling away from his eager grasp. They've not the time to return to their previous conversation that was equally important and selfish. Grant has a specific well of freedom he has been allowed to drink from, but they are getting closer and closer to the end of their cups. Ideally, it would be better if the two were closer, and that is where their conversation had been left on. They obviously wish to be together until the very end, but neither of them comes from a simple background.
    Setting aside her minor worries, the Seeker got ready for the night. Normally she would wear the colors of the Mythal House, but tonight she chose to represent Hyperion. Her dress was an elaborate affair, all red and glittering gold; the golden foliage accentuated the elf's figure in a most becoming way that hopefully pleases her dear Prince. Her choice of attire - the colors, the jewelry, and even the pin - was to show him that he is who she chose. This display would also show Milorian, as well, her choice.
    Once they were ready, the two were taken to the castle that was already vibrant with singing, dancing, and loud conversation flowing through its entirety. She stood there at the doors holding onto Grant's arm; the lights of the general splendor reflecting off her red and gold mask. It suddenly occurred to her that this would be the first event she and Grant are going to together, and it made her a bit nervous. Their relationship isn't a hidden thing, they've been very open about their feelings towards one another, but not in front of so many people.
    "Are you ready my Prince?"
    She would allow the gentleman to lead the way.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Wade in Masquerade! Every face a different shade!   
    @Wade
                                         
    Lyrei Mythal came accompanied by the figment of the gentleman who has caught her attention over the last few months. The drifting memories of his love-dipped letters made the elf float on air; his admiration and sweetness kept the corners of her lips perked in a delicate smile. He was there in the flickering of candlelight ever so romantic and coy. He was in the sway of the bodies flowing steadily on the dance floor, and he was there in the thrumming of her blood.
    Her dress was a specific blue with a particular design. The golden appliques were elaborate, and upon a closer look, one could see how the filagree twists and turns to create the likeness of lions. Freckling her golden hair is golden framed jewels so sweet and precious they are, they twinkle and shine with secret promises, and avowals only meant for her. Tonight she chose to release the Mythal Wolf from her attire and manner to instead done the Kholin Lion.
    The youngest Mythal came accompanied by Alexandros Kholin.
    Sauntering through the foyer towards the grand room, the elf took her time to admire her brother's newly acquired home. Canary yellow hues sparkled with delight at the sight of everyone drinking, singing, and mingling as if it were normal - as if they've always done that. Even if it's just for tonight, Milorian can be happy knowing that the people of Ursa Madeum can interact with one another without spilling blood. Apparently, the only thing they need to do is open up the cellar, and all becomes right in the world after a few cups of fine wine and good company.
    "It's lovely," Delaney said, breaking Lyrei's focus.
    She turned to look at the Grand Seeker in all her darkness and simplicity. In comparison to the elf, Delaney was a black mote that stood out more than any woman dressed in the best and grandest finery.
    "I don't understand why you chose to wear ... that, and not a dress."
    "It wouldn't be appropriate, my lady." The Seeker adjusted her collar some with a gloved finger, suddenly feeling a bit too restricted in the rising crowd of people. "I must stand out, as you know."
    "You're not wearing a mask, either. What use is it to come to a masquerade when you're going to ignore the dress code?"
    The guard laughed while gesturing for her lady to keep moving forward towards the ballroom. They had this conversation during the journey to the castle, and each time Lyrei became more incredulous towards Delaney's explanations. It just was not proper for the Grand Seeker to be part of this happy, dancing crowd when her job requires her to be set aside from the rest. Wearing a dress and other such finery would be a ridiculous display she wasn't comfortable with, to say the least.
    Besides all that, she did have some bit of color to her person. Ly plucked some yellow roses from the Mythal estate and braided them into Delaney's white hair. Her lady said it matched the other woman's eyes perfectly, an evaluation Del is unsure about, but she had been in no position to fight it.
    They entered the ballroom that was nearly exploding with people in all their magnificent splendor. Lyrei quickly slipped into the crowd, her dress and general demeanor spreading the crowd like a hot knife to butter; Delaney was left to linger on the outskirts right next to a gentleman who apparently took a page from Del's book. A simple glance to her left, she noticed he too wore black - perhaps it was the color for tonight? Even the King Milorian wore black, though she assumes it was not his choice and had been a victim to the ladies of the house.
    "Well, one of us is going to have to go home and change," she said aloud, instead of to herself.
    "Looks like we may have to wait to approach my brother," Lyrei says, reappearing before her guard.
    "Of course, my lady. He is King now, not just a Lord." Reaching forward, she readjusted Lyrei's golden mask before flicking the young lady on the nose. "I guess you're stuck with me until then - you should feel ever so honored."
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    Aleksei reacted to Dauner Light in Masquerade! Every face a different shade!   
    Dauner had never been fond of balls. He remembered the thousands of balls he had been made to attend during his childhood living in the palace of Dreia. But he reckoned that this was a ball where his father wont be so he assumed it safe to drop by and if he hadn't come, Gozen would never let him hear the end of it. In the end, the idea of turning down an invitation to the palace was one he didn't plan on considering. He walked into the castle wearing his signature all-black attire comprised of a jacket, shirt, pants and boots. He replaced his usual robe with a jacket seeing that the robe might not fit the occasion though it was mostly because Gozen hid all 9 robes so he'd get to wear something different for a change.
    He walked into the rather large room and got temporarily stunned by the view. It was no news that he had a very weak spot for beautiful ladies just his physique was the ladies dream. He could help but remember Gozen's words to him before he left for the ball, 'Don't go about flirting again'. The warning was clear but Dauner didn't look like he was planning on paying it heed.
    He thought of going up to the newly crowned king to give him his congratulations but this one seemed rather busy with some other guests. He decided to wait for a while and go up to him when he was less busy.
    He first took a glass of whiskey from the tray of one of the servants who passed by and took a sip out of it. He noticed a number of eyes that had been fixing him for a while, mostly ladies. He wanted to stay away from the dance floor for as long as he could hold out and get to have fun filled chats with some of the other guests though the only guests he was quite interested in where the female guests. He didn't want to pick anyone right away so he waited by a wall with his right leg crossed over his left leg, his left hand in the left pocket of his pants and his right hand holding his glass from which he took a sip. He looked at a group of ladies to his right who were looking his way and letting out slight chuckles. He raised his glass to them, smiled and winked before taking another sip of his drink.
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    Aleksei reacted to Wade in Masquerade! Every face a different shade!   
    On the night of the masquerade, Crowley wore black.
    Not because it was a special occasion, but because it was all he ever wore. Colours, people insisted, didn’t look good on him. There was always a comment about his complexion being too pale.
    Something about it that just seemed off.
    Crowley didn’t know if he agreed with all that—nothing jumped out at him when he’d tried looking in the mirror—but fashion had never been his game. He was more comfortable in plate than he ever would be in silk. He’d grown up wearing boiled leather, patchwork cloth, breastplates of gladiatorial steel. Dressing up like some fop made him feel about as confident as a jester at a funeral.  
    Yawning, he tugged at his collar, begrudging his choice of attire: a tailored suit, silver buttons, shoes so polished he could glimpse his own reflection. It made him look slimmer than he really was, trimming his six-foot-six frame down to the bare essential. All that was missing was a handkerchief for his breast pocket. He’d thrown it out earlier after using it to blow his nose. 
    He slipped through the castle’s hallways, each corridor darker with him in it. The shadow at his feet trailed dutifully behind him, mirroring him step for step—though not quite, but no one would notice. He moved quietly, silently. Subtle as a whisper in a breeze.
    His thoughts were the exception.
    They’d grown louder since the summit.
    “No one’s going to want to dance with you if you keep frowning like that,” a voice said somewhere below him.
    Crowley glanced at the shadow stretching before him. It wasn’t supposed to bend that way.
    “I’m not really in a dancing mood, if you haven’t noticed.”
    “Not even if that witch shows her face?”
    “She’s not a witch.”
    “I know. I was just trying to be polite.”
    His eyes roamed the lightstone sconces decorating the stone walls. The rising moon peering through the castle’s gold-trimmed windows. He looked to the Greywood in the distance, Ravenell Manor hiding beyond the carrot-topped trees. He still thought it strange, that the Hildebrands should set themselves apart from the rest of the Kingdom, going against the tide of unification the islands so desperately needed. He thought about Himei and Sunscar, Oathblades that now fell under their house’s dominion. Marrow, locked in the royal vault. The dreaded Willbreaker, still missing.
    Windsong.
    Abettor.
    Stormreaver and its unnamed wielder.
    Cometfall.
    An elven king who had pardoned his sins.
    “You’re doing it again.”
    Crowley sighed, softening his brow.
    “There’s just a lot to think about-“
    Turning the corner, a tall brunette in an officer’s uniform abruptly slammed into him. She bowed, releasing a flutter of apology, voice dignified despite her embarrassment. Their eyes met, just for a moment. Something peculiar flitted across her face. She was gone before Crowley could figure out what it was; he forgot about it entirely when he noticed the darkness creeping along the walls.
    “Relax.”
    Orenmir hesitated, hackles raised and ready to defend. A moment passed before it retreated, no longer preying on the light of the nearest sconce.
    “Thank you.”
    “She recognized you.”
    “Is that really so odd?” Crowley asked. “Considering recent history, I’m not exactly the most forgettable face in the country.”
    “I suppose not,” the shadow mused. “But there was something about her…”
    Crowley wondered. “You think she’s cute?”
    “Impossible. I haven’t eyes to look upon her with.”
    Crowley chuckled, continuing down the hall until he eventually reached the ballroom. Or rather the ballroom reached him, with delicate strings notes wafting on a breeze of drunken merriment.
    He brought a hand up to his face, coiling wisps of shadow loosely around his fingers. They wove themselves into a simple black mask, darker than the night itself, merely stretching across the eyes while leaving the rest of his face exposed.
    “Shall we?”
    “Let’s.”
    Together, they stepped into the room.
     
     
    Getting into the castle had been a relatively simple affair.
    A knife, paired with light feet, could accomplish wonderful things.
    Adrya adjusted her ponytail and slipped through the window of a private study in the west wing. There was no one inside waiting for her, so she hid her stiletto in the sleeve of her navy-blue jacket. The officer she’d borrowed it from, before coming in, had been just the right size: tall, lean, charmingly straight-backed; oblivious when Adrya snapped his neck with a savage sweep of her hands.
    Sorry, love, she thought idly, listening at the door for a passing patrol. When she heard nothing, she creaked the door open. A peak at both sides indicated the coast was clear.
    Down.
    That was where she needed to go. Past the cellars and into the crypt. It had been a long time since she’d been inside the royal castle; since the fall of Tyrant King, to be exact. But if memory served her well—and she was confident it would, for hers was long and sharp as a blade—then navigating its halls would be the least of her concerns. There were-
    “Oof.”
    Peering around a corner, she bumped into a man walking by himself: tall, pale, dark-haired, dressed in all black. A part of her mind reeled at the sudden contact. She hadn’t even heard an echo of a footstep.
    Regardless, she tilted her head to apologize, resisting the adrenaline swelling in her chest.
    “That’s alright,” the man said, flashing her a preoccupied smile.
    And then she saw it.
    The shadow at his feet. 
    Moving.
    Reaching.
    Adrya stepped away, returning a stiff smile. Everywhere she looked, the shadows were watching. She could tell they wanted to tear into her, like a wolf teared into a newborn rabbit, and as soon as she escaped through an adjacent corridor, she nearly sagged against the wall.
    Crowley.
    He’d been right in front of her. What were the odds? The man who killed her father and the rest of the Oathsworn.
    A heartbeat away from a knife between ribs.
    If only she’d been quicker-

    No. His shadow was with him. It was always with him. No matter what she tried, no matter what she did, it would stop her the moment she dared lift a finger.
    Powerless.
    Adrya gritted her teeth. Turned her head towards the nearest staircase.
    Down.
    That was where she needed to go.
    But not for much longer.
     
     
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    "Now this King knows how to throw a party, however not everyone is throwing themselves that much on the dance floor." He muttered to himself, his sudden out loud thought wouldn't have become a reality if he didn't feel the aura within the people getting it on and started to move their hips and throwing their hands in the air.
    It must have been because of the beverages, smirking to that revelation, how amusing he thought it was. People needed just a little push to finally losen those walls and enjoy the Party, something Jack never had a problem to do, in any party he was in. However, he felt like the Demon Parties were a tiny bit better and well that was just personal preference, the Women or one should one say Demoness, were less, how one might put it....not so clothed heavy, courtesy of the Demons, they couldn't resist it.
    It's mostly because of his father, he used to throw parties no one really complained, it was for everyone and everyone did not mind somebody else's business, they were always so polite mostly because his father had strong rules he enforced drastically. He wanted for everyone to go all out but boundaries needed to be respected in a way and fun was a current theme in his parties, why would a Demon Lord throw a Party? Well, even Demons need to loosen up as well and just do things for the hell of it, they may be celestial beings but no one said they don't have a bit of humanity to them and Jack had that Half Human side to him, because of his mother he felt like the music would rush through his blood streams and veins while his heart pounded heavily in his chest.
    "Time to spice things up a bit." He drinks the rest of his whiskey in one gulp and suddenly a Waiter came and offered him some more. "Alright." He takes the other glass of whiskey which was much stronger and gulps it all down and puts it on the Waiter's large plate filled with drinks and besides them was Jack's two empty glasses. "Thank you." He gave him a slight smile and the Waiter said that the King hopes he enjoys the Party.
    "Of course." His casual low voice took over before he walked through the crowd, while he craved power and could sense it immediately he also enjoyed having human emotions flow through him it was like a drug to him, sadly they didn't have any though he shook his head and though again the King was a respectable man, he didn't want his guests to be limping back home while Jack could take it not everyone was like him.
    What also caught his attention the more he went into the crowd he noticed a few new faces, to name a few that caught his attention was Odelia with Austere, they looked like a couple, surely it seemed interesting besides them was Killian. Though there was a certain woman that caught his attention and that was Riha with her small crowd or group of friends she managed to persuade with her looks or otherwise such as charisma and strong character, while he wasn't too close to examine her, the dress she wore was enough to get the Male audience going.
    He saw Dauner as well while he made his way through this crowd that was mostly talking and that was a bit of the problem, for him,  this was a Party, everyone should dance, he loved music and dancing. He could only thank his dear mother because of this, she had a certain rhythm in her blood that made her dance to every kind of music and had good ears for music. He inherited his parents sides very well, how lucky he was but he didn't complain, at all. 
    He took a deep breath before he started to walk like a male star, every man had his way of showing his perfect physique and Jack's one was simple in theory, as he opens his coated jacket collars a bit more wide, exposing the beginning of his collarbone and pale skin chest though not by much because the rest was covered by his t-shirt. Holding onto the collars he slightly bend on his waist to his right side and then left while he walked with a straight back with his footwork in perfect sync, already getting the attention of some of the ladies that wowed at him, he looked damn right hot but sassy.
    Withdrawing his hands and bending them on the elbow not far from his pectoral chest, he snaps his right handed fingers and points with his index finger while having his thumb slightly up because of the motion at a part of the crowd which was filled with mostly women and men and says. "You..." He then does the same thing, snapping his fingers with that same gesture towards the other part of the crowd with men and women and says. "You..." Snapping both of his hands with his fingers forwards towards the dance floor and says. "Follow me...to the dance floor.." In his own casual way that had a certain hot demeanour and sassiness.
    It may have been his good looks or overall bold behaviour that he called a large crowd towards the dance floor and he didn't even use his powers. Now these people felt like they needed someone to snap out of reality and do whatever that someone pleased and now that was Jack, of course some of the higher up people who were there may notice his accomplishment with just a few words as he was starting to rock the dance floor with very complex footwork while shaking his shoulders and tilting his head to each side and doing a spin that got the crowd wowing, the women were the loudest as his hip, upper body and leg movements got them excited and now dancing with him as well, little by little getting close to him, getting attractive towards him.
    "Now this is a party!!" He said loudly that got the crow wowing with his overall excitement and joyfulness and his voice was loud enough for the crowd to hear and possibly have a few loosen up and just dance as he was having the time of his 3000 year old life, whatever reason it was that he came here, he didn't care but he was glad they invited him over.
     
     
     
    OOC: Man these posts got me adrenaline rushin' through my veins, I love dancing and I wanna thank y'all for having me here, it's a great honor and I'm loving your posts, they're pretty cool. Keep that up volks! And let's get this party going, wooo! 

    PS: Also everyone is welcomed to interact with my character, so ladies I'd better hurry before Jack gets taken 😂kidding...but I'm looking forward in interacting with y'all if possible.
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    He listened to his company speak, intrigued by what they had to say about the night and the newly crowned King. Some shared a somewhat sour opinion about his sour-faced brother, but most of such were harmless and sat aside for later. Everything else was compliments about the gentleman's attire, his demeanor, and the mysterious lack of Birdy at his side. Milorian was a protective sort and would move the heavens to ensure Birdy was protected from the tiniest drop of hate and gossip. She would never have to beg; if she spoke about her dislike or discomfort, Milorian would never force her to make an appearance.
    Austere did worry, though. There was so much talk that the marriage was nonexistent, that Milo and Birdy were simple acquaintances, and he was playing the doting husband protecting his fragile wife. He had no comment on such, as the woman was a slight mystery to him as well, yet he knew she existed. The current group of individuals that had him cornered was bold, something he admired immensely as they voiced their concern about his brother's loneliness. True, the man was melancholy, but he was hardly lonely.
    Between quips, he would raise Odelia's hand to his lips, freckling her knuckles with reassuring and gentle kisses. He is an oblivious man when it comes to open affections showered upon his wife. There was no reason to hide his appreciation for the woman, nor the love that steadily courses through his veins for the woman that is his imp. Now, as Lord and Lady of House Mythal, he ought to have more restraint, a bit more control - he has none. Whenever she squeezed his hand, he would rub her hand between his fingers; when he felt her scoot closer, he would kiss the palm of her hand. The elf made sure that his company and wife had his full attention, while obviously playing favorites towards Odelia.
    "Your sister is enjoying herself," the Seeker said. Killian had swum through the throngs of people to get to Odelia's side. "It's good to see her healthy, no?"
    He offered Odelia a sweet he was able to pilfer from a passing waiter's tray. It was sweet bread covered in powdered sugar with a dollop of whipped cream on top; he ate one already and figured the lady would like a bit of something to eat. There had been a moment of fretting some days ago when the lady was a bit pale, but she cured the situation when she ate something. Killian, a Seeker, charged with ensuring Odelia and Riha are kept safe, takes his job seriously and will make sure his lady doesn't fall victim to sickness.
    "Are you enjoying yourself, Lady Mythal? You're not bored in this dry toast of a man's company?" His evaluation of Austere was ... well. "You should be out there mingling with the rest of the fine ladies! Talking about silks, brocades, and ... whatever else you all talk about - face creams?" The last was obviously invented, but he rolled with it.
    "Killian, why don't you go ask Riha for a dance? And stop bothering my wife." Austere was finally left alone to tend to his wife and her company.
    "I could, but I'm not armed to the teeth to fight through that crowd," he said, pointing towards the gathering of interested men and curious woman surrounding Riha. "I wouldn't do your sister justice, Lady Mythal. Your husband should be ashamed for making such a suggestion."
    Austere rolled his yellow eyes, but would do no more to entertain Killian and his jokes. "How are you feeling, imp? It's not too warm in here for you?" A general question that showed Austere's affections for Odelia.
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    "Shouldn't you be getting dressed, Prince?"
    Delphine rose from her seat and approached the lounging gentleman who looked far too comfortable considering the time and day. He looked perfectly mussed, but as much as she enjoys seeing him in a state, they have an appointment to keep, and Delphine will not be caught slacking. Milorian has been kind with his understanding, allowing Delphine and Grant to have their times together; they should show their respect to their new King for his kindness by arriving in ridiculous costumes and honey-dipped praises.
    "I can't very well arrive in all my glory with a perfectly satisfied, partially dressed man on my arm. It would not look appealing, and we are going to cause enough scandal as is."
    She graced the gentleman with a quick kiss before pulling away from his eager grasp. They've not the time to return to their previous conversation that was equally important and selfish. Grant has a specific well of freedom he has been allowed to drink from, but they are getting closer and closer to the end of their cups. Ideally, it would be better if the two were closer, and that is where their conversation had been left on. They obviously wish to be together until the very end, but neither of them comes from a simple background.
    Setting aside her minor worries, the Seeker got ready for the night. Normally she would wear the colors of the Mythal House, but tonight she chose to represent Hyperion. Her dress was an elaborate affair, all red and glittering gold; the golden foliage accentuated the elf's figure in a most becoming way that hopefully pleases her dear Prince. Her choice of attire - the colors, the jewelry, and even the pin - was to show him that he is who she chose. This display would also show Milorian, as well, her choice.
    Once they were ready, the two were taken to the castle that was already vibrant with singing, dancing, and loud conversation flowing through its entirety. She stood there at the doors holding onto Grant's arm; the lights of the general splendor reflecting off her red and gold mask. It suddenly occurred to her that this would be the first event she and Grant are going to together, and it made her a bit nervous. Their relationship isn't a hidden thing, they've been very open about their feelings towards one another, but not in front of so many people.
    "Are you ready my Prince?"
    She would allow the gentleman to lead the way.
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    Let me know who you're bringing so I can go through the catalogue of characters and pick the right one.


    I guess Milo's first act as King shoulda been: TEAR DOWN THE CASTLE AND BUILD ME A NEW ONE RI NAO!
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    Odelia didn’t mind Austere’s attention to her. In fact her cheeks flushed a little more each time he demonstrated such outward affection. Each kiss to her hand left her weak at the knees.....or perhaps it was something else that did....  regardless Odelia glowed brightly. Her skin, her hair, even her eyes held a warm shine that even a star couldn’t rival. 
    Killian stole her attention away from her increasingly weak feeling legs and her husband.
    “She certainly is.” Odelia agreed with him. 
    Especially since the’d found her in terrible shape..... the damage was as bad on the inside as it was out. A scar would grace her face from the still healing wound. A jagged slice that carved its way from the outside corner of her left eye to her chin. 
    “I’d rather her look like a scarlet letter than be back where she was.” Her voice trailed off as she caught sight of the treat he brought her. 
    “You are always thinking of me!” She quickly accepted it and ate it. 
    Sweet delicious treats were her lifeblood at the moment..... and how odd Killian arrived once again with food. Just like the last time she got feint.....she looked at him suspiciously. Did he know? She couldn’t risk him blowing her sweet surprise. 
    His conversation didn’t dwell on it though and instead he wanted to know why she was with Austere instead of gossiping. More importantly, how she hadn’t died of boredom yet. Truth was she didn’t care to talk about face cream. She adored Austere so much she found even his most ‘dry’ moments enjoyable. 
    “Face cream!” She let out one of her increasingly common and infectious laughs, “No - no it’s nothing like that!” 
    Her husbands attention was finally returned fully to her and Odelia was more than pleased at the notion. Even more so that Killian could keep a leash on her sister - to which he declined. 
    “You would be doing me a favor if you did.”  She gave him a pointed look, “and none of that ‘not doing justice’ nonsense. You just don’t want her to tease you again.” 
    She looked over at the crowd her sister was entertaining. The girl knew how to work a room. Chin tilted up, back straight, voice commanding the attention of those around her. 
    “At the very least keep her from boobytrapping the servants hall again or something.” She muttered. 
    Austere’s question drew her admiring gaze up to him. Transformed in seconds from the piercing look she gave Killian to Austere. She gave him a soft smile. 
    “I am a little warm actually.” She admitted, “I could do with some air....” 
    Really what she wanted was Austere to sweep her away and shower her with sweet sweet affection. 
     
    Riha was mid entertaining her group of ‘friends’ she’d just made. She was reading auras, something that always drew attention when she was at a party. 
    A glimmer in the air caught her attention. Just within her peripheral vision it cast a dark and gloomy glow.
    Suddenly her hand shot out, straight towards one of the guests faces before disappearing right into thin air. She was sunk into the other realm, right up to the elbow. Fingers nearly clamping down on the wings of that miserable fairy she sensed was skulking about. The crafty creature just barely escaped her grasp. She let out a sigh and pulled her arm out, it slowly materialized with a blue tinge to it. 
    Brushing it off as nothing she resumed her work reading auras. Making jokes about pesky fairy’s all the while. 
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    He listened to his company speak, intrigued by what they had to say about the night and the newly crowned King. Some shared a somewhat sour opinion about his sour-faced brother, but most of such were harmless and sat aside for later. Everything else was compliments about the gentleman's attire, his demeanor, and the mysterious lack of Birdy at his side. Milorian was a protective sort and would move the heavens to ensure Birdy was protected from the tiniest drop of hate and gossip. She would never have to beg; if she spoke about her dislike or discomfort, Milorian would never force her to make an appearance.
    Austere did worry, though. There was so much talk that the marriage was nonexistent, that Milo and Birdy were simple acquaintances, and he was playing the doting husband protecting his fragile wife. He had no comment on such, as the woman was a slight mystery to him as well, yet he knew she existed. The current group of individuals that had him cornered was bold, something he admired immensely as they voiced their concern about his brother's loneliness. True, the man was melancholy, but he was hardly lonely.
    Between quips, he would raise Odelia's hand to his lips, freckling her knuckles with reassuring and gentle kisses. He is an oblivious man when it comes to open affections showered upon his wife. There was no reason to hide his appreciation for the woman, nor the love that steadily courses through his veins for the woman that is his imp. Now, as Lord and Lady of House Mythal, he ought to have more restraint, a bit more control - he has none. Whenever she squeezed his hand, he would rub her hand between his fingers; when he felt her scoot closer, he would kiss the palm of her hand. The elf made sure that his company and wife had his full attention, while obviously playing favorites towards Odelia.
    "Your sister is enjoying herself," the Seeker said. Killian had swum through the throngs of people to get to Odelia's side. "It's good to see her healthy, no?"
    He offered Odelia a sweet he was able to pilfer from a passing waiter's tray. It was sweet bread covered in powdered sugar with a dollop of whipped cream on top; he ate one already and figured the lady would like a bit of something to eat. There had been a moment of fretting some days ago when the lady was a bit pale, but she cured the situation when she ate something. Killian, a Seeker, charged with ensuring Odelia and Riha are kept safe, takes his job seriously and will make sure his lady doesn't fall victim to sickness.
    "Are you enjoying yourself, Lady Mythal? You're not bored in this dry toast of a man's company?" His evaluation of Austere was ... well. "You should be out there mingling with the rest of the fine ladies! Talking about silks, brocades, and ... whatever else you all talk about - face creams?" The last was obviously invented, but he rolled with it.
    "Killian, why don't you go ask Riha for a dance? And stop bothering my wife." Austere was finally left alone to tend to his wife and her company.
    "I could, but I'm not armed to the teeth to fight through that crowd," he said, pointing towards the gathering of interested men and curious woman surrounding Riha. "I wouldn't do your sister justice, Lady Mythal. Your husband should be ashamed for making such a suggestion."
    Austere rolled his yellow eyes, but would do no more to entertain Killian and his jokes. "How are you feeling, imp? It's not too warm in here for you?" A general question that showed Austere's affections for Odelia.
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    "Shouldn't you be getting dressed, Prince?"
    Delphine rose from her seat and approached the lounging gentleman who looked far too comfortable considering the time and day. He looked perfectly mussed, but as much as she enjoys seeing him in a state, they have an appointment to keep, and Delphine will not be caught slacking. Milorian has been kind with his understanding, allowing Delphine and Grant to have their times together; they should show their respect to their new King for his kindness by arriving in ridiculous costumes and honey-dipped praises.
    "I can't very well arrive in all my glory with a perfectly satisfied, partially dressed man on my arm. It would not look appealing, and we are going to cause enough scandal as is."
    She graced the gentleman with a quick kiss before pulling away from his eager grasp. They've not the time to return to their previous conversation that was equally important and selfish. Grant has a specific well of freedom he has been allowed to drink from, but they are getting closer and closer to the end of their cups. Ideally, it would be better if the two were closer, and that is where their conversation had been left on. They obviously wish to be together until the very end, but neither of them comes from a simple background.
    Setting aside her minor worries, the Seeker got ready for the night. Normally she would wear the colors of the Mythal House, but tonight she chose to represent Hyperion. Her dress was an elaborate affair, all red and glittering gold; the golden foliage accentuated the elf's figure in a most becoming way that hopefully pleases her dear Prince. Her choice of attire - the colors, the jewelry, and even the pin - was to show him that he is who she chose. This display would also show Milorian, as well, her choice.
    Once they were ready, the two were taken to the castle that was already vibrant with singing, dancing, and loud conversation flowing through its entirety. She stood there at the doors holding onto Grant's arm; the lights of the general splendor reflecting off her red and gold mask. It suddenly occurred to her that this would be the first event she and Grant are going to together, and it made her a bit nervous. Their relationship isn't a hidden thing, they've been very open about their feelings towards one another, but not in front of so many people.
    "Are you ready my Prince?"
    She would allow the gentleman to lead the way.
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    Welcome to King Milorian’s coronation masquerade ball!
    OOC: 
    Things to Note:
    A Council of Dryads from the Free Marches are holding a meeting in the garden to discuss the current state of nature of Ursa Madeum. They are open to inquiries and are partial to acorns. The Lounge has been occupied by a group of dwarves who are far into their cups for the night. They are holding an arm-wrestling competition; the winner gets a prize. Participants: Open
    How-to:
    Dice Rolling Thread - Look at the result for the D2. If a 1 is rolled, you won! If a 2 is rolled, then you lose that round.
    There will be 3 rounds per-participant. You need a 2/3 win to get the prize.
    A mourning fairy has taken advantage of the famous festivities. Its victims experience sudden feelings of grief, and if the fairy is not caught, the grief can turn one mad. Catch the fairy and receive a reward. A witch is dropping elemental rune stones around the castle! These stones can be used to enchant weapons, armor, or yourself; only two stones per participant, please. Stones: wind, water, fire, earth
    Layout:

    Red is off limits; Green is open
     
    Milorian felt extremely uncomfortable; Milorian looked extremely uncomfortable. He wasn't exactly sure what his attitude should be towards the gathered individuals, and it left him feeling adrift among the large crowd. To his right was Primera all dazzling in her glamour and dress; to his left was an emptiness he felt right down to his very core. Birdy was not there to accompany him during this rather momentous - strange - moment in their lives. When he was made King, she was made his Queen; he hates to think what her absence will cause. On the other hand, he was pleased that she was hidden somewhere, safe and comfortable. He was not going to burden her with superficial gestures that could risk her comfort and health. Comfortably married for a short time, the two had maintained a sense of privacy from the moment they took vows in silence. It worried him that there may be a demand they marry in front of the entirety of Ursa Madeum, just to ensure that neither were manipulating their position and power by lying to their fellow citizens. The elf prayed they'd leave Birdy alone.
    At least he can speak of his wife; there had been a few compliments towards his attire. Birdy, Primera, and Odelia had ambushed him with options of different suits that would fit his newly acquired position, though he doesn't know why. Whatever opinion he had about the attire was quickly swept aside by one of the women. It took them four days to decide on a simple black suit void of any embellishments - four. days. When it was time for the masquerade, they threw a cape over his right shoulder that carried the Mythal wolf and pinned the fabric with a variety of golden chains that now hung from his shoulder.
    He hated it, but he had no opinion. Primera was rude enough to point out he was blind, so it didn't matter what he thought since he can't see.
    "You're a rather quiet host, my King."
     Primera dragged the sour-faced elf to the dance floor that was overly crowded with excitable company. He had to right himself when she manipulated him to hold her irresponsibly close, but the lack of space on the dance floor made it impossible to be appropriate. Without much choice, he was forced into a quickstep that shook a few laughs from his dry lungs and drew a smile across his usually tight features.
    "There you are! Such a handsome King should smile, it'll make the ladies weak."
    Milo rolled his sapphire eyes, not sure if he should feel complimented or not. He didn't care if the people should find him handsome or not, what mattered was what they thought of his behavior and his actions. Though he understood the small spread of truth behind her evaluation; a kind and thoughtful individual on the throne could sway the uneasiest of hearts, as first impressions do matter. Being an elf sitting on a somewhat changeable throne, a smile and some kindness could do him some good.
    "I suppose I can smile every now and then," he said begrudgingly.
    The two made it out alive and took refuge on the outskirts of the dancing crowd. Unable to hide it, there were flecks of pride in his blind gaze as he "watched" the elves of his land mingle with the rest of the crowd. The normality of the sight was endearing, he never really expected such a thing to happen yet always yearned for it. Such an amazing view was exemplified by the laughter, the teasing, and the general conversation coming from differing individuals. Even if it's just for now, even if it's just for show, he can take these small triumphs and covet them when needed.
    Primera looked up at the elf who was clearly lost in the moment. Teasingly, she elbowed the gentleman, knocking him down back to earth.
    "You are a regal sort, you know. Seeing you as you are, in all your kingly glory, it's a marvel."
    "You keep feeding me these compliments, and I'll become fat on pride."
    "Oh? Is that why your belt is cinched extra tight?" The Grand Kommadant reached down and pulled at his elaborate belt all shiny in gold and jewels. Aghast, the elf slapped her hand away - a handsy woman!
    "I beg your pardon, my lady, but it's not very ... lady-like to just grab at a man's belt."
    "I beg your pardon my King, but that all depends on the gentleman."
    They were in a public place with eyes already drawn to their playfulness, the last thing he needs is this pompous woman speaking far too candidly for her own good. Damn her! He could see a few individuals hiding their smiles behind sips of wine and the flush of fans; they were going to talk, and it's all her fault. He certainly did not help the situation by laughing behind his gloved hand, the terrible attempt only exasperated the crude comment.
    The masquerade was to introduce him to the rest of society and open the doors for conversation. He did not want to talk politics, he barely wanted to acknowledge his newly acquired title, but he understood that parties as these are opportunities to get your foot in the door. With the party currently gliding towards its peak, Milorian has spoken to many people who have all welcomed him and nothing more. He was grateful that, at least for a moment, his people can enjoy a single night of celebration without any underhandedness.
    "I hate you," he finally said. He couldn't see it, but he certainly could tell that she was beaming.
    Which she was, from ear to ear, her smile reached; opal hues glittered and glowed with amusement behind the elaborate mask she wore.
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    This is just a heads up! I had edited the very first post of the IC Thread to include a few items for everyone to enjoy. This is an open event, so you all post at your leisure and deffff enjoy yourselves on Milo's dime. If any of you need help sliding on into the festivities, please don't hesitate to ask for help! Just have general questions/concerns/hopes/dreams? Reach out to me and I'll get to you. To anyone who wants to find an elemental stone, do some arm wrestling, or speak to the dryads, tag me in your IC post and I'll play a few parts, or you can take control of the NPC - I'm comfortable with either choice.
    HAVE FUN! BREAK THE FINE CHINA! DON'T BLOW THINGS UP!
    I'll be dropping a few posts in the thread throughout the day ❤️
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    I mean, you could show up, but I can’t make promises that Thurgood and Aveline won’t be looked at. 
    YEAH, WHY NOT?
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    Ursa Madeum has made its decision, a new King sits on the throne. To celebrate this momentous event, you are invited to mingle, drink, and be merry. There are no restrictions as to who can come! Commoners and nobles of all varieties are welcome to enjoy this celebration in comfort and peace. The Castle of Andelusia and its King hopes to see new and familiar faces. Thread: Masquerade! Every face a different shade!
    Where: Andelusia, UM.
    What: Masquerade ball open to the public!
    Posting Expectations: This event has the potential of getting large, so the posting order is pretty open! Tag all the peeps you're talking with to make things less confusing. If an order is needed for your group, then discuss that among yourselves.
    The Deets: This is a party for everyone to come in and have a good time! I expect some people will want to talk politics, and Milorian is open to entertaining those kinds of talks, but that's not what this ball is all about. This is an opportunity for the new King to get to know everyone and vice-versa. I'm all for shenanigans, but I will lay down the law if things get a little outta hand - please don't break the castle.
    The Castle:

    Red is off-limits; green is open.
    MAP BY @Ataraxy SO HE FEELS GOOD.
    Things to Note:
    A Council of Dryads from the Free Marches are holding a meeting in the garden to discuss the current state of nature of Ursa Madeum. They are open to inquiries and are partial to acorns.
    The Lounge has been occupied by a group of dwarves who are far into their cups for the night. They are holding an arm-wrestling competition; the winner gets a prize.
    Participants: Open
    How-to:
    Dice Rolling Thread - Look at the result for the D2. If a 1 is rolled, you won! If a 2 is rolled, then you lose that round.
    There will be 3 rounds per-participant. You need a 2/3 win to get the prize.
    A mourning fairy has taken advantage of the famous festivities. Its victims experience sudden feelings of grief, and if the fairy is not caught, the grief can turn one mad. Catch the fairy and receive a reward.
    A witch is dropping elemental rune stones around the castle! These stones can be used to enchant weapons, armor, or yourself; only two stones per participant, please.
    Stones: wind, water, fire, earth
  25. Superlike!
    Aleksei got a reaction from SweetCyanide in Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! [interest check]   
    This is just a heads up! I had edited the very first post of the IC Thread to include a few items for everyone to enjoy. This is an open event, so you all post at your leisure and deffff enjoy yourselves on Milo's dime. If any of you need help sliding on into the festivities, please don't hesitate to ask for help! Just have general questions/concerns/hopes/dreams? Reach out to me and I'll get to you. To anyone who wants to find an elemental stone, do some arm wrestling, or speak to the dryads, tag me in your IC post and I'll play a few parts, or you can take control of the NPC - I'm comfortable with either choice.
    HAVE FUN! BREAK THE FINE CHINA! DON'T BLOW THINGS UP!
    I'll be dropping a few posts in the thread throughout the day ❤️
    @Pasion Pasiva @Wade @MichaelTheLightBringer @Dauner Light @SweetCyanide @danzilla3 @Fierach @Alexei @The Hummingbird @Thotification
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