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    Aleksei got a reaction from Michael Bloodfang in Masquerade! Every face a different shade!   
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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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    His reply drew a smile across her soft face. She was beginning to understand Cerebri more as they spent time together; his quiet manners, his rough demeanor, and also the gentle undertones he tries to keep hidden. Reading people is not her strong suit, and she would never claim to be a 'people person,' but it's hard to not see who a person is or maybe when they are relaxed around you. She felt instead honored that he would allow his guard to be so low around her. Especially since there was little to the elf that would make anyone interested in her.
    He held her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, and it caused her to giggle against the rip of her mug. Such interactions were always looked down upon; if a person even so much looked at a slave, they would be targeted as traitors. Yet here, it's reasonable to hold someone's hand, speak to them in a friendly manner, and interact as if they were equals. Cerebri was, unknowingly, teaching her that it was okay to be this way - okay to have companions.
    The two made their exit, gathered up the 'goods' and were quickly back to the base. During the small ride, the elf would glance at her hand from time to time, feeling suddenly comfortable in the situation that is her current life. Most would not think it ideal, but she was enthralled with this sudden sense of freedom and sharing it with potential friends and acquaintances.
    Inside, Jack laid out the entire plan, leaving the elf with nothing to do. She looked up to Cerebri, curious to see him play the part of the 'good cop' - it wasn't a part really meant for him. Covering up her small laugh, she exited the room while the men took care of their business. Eliza is not intimidating and would look foolish if she even tried; thus, there is no reason for her to really back the men up unless she had to play the bleeding the heart. The best thing she can do is ensure that they both have a quiet place to work, and with that sat next to the closed door and erected a small shield around the room.
    For now, she will wait.
     
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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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    "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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    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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    Aleksei got a reaction from DarkHorse in Masquerade! Every face a different shade!   
    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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    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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    "What if she can't marry?"
    Celine laughed before taking a small sip of her warm tea. The idea of Kaori marrying made the woman feel a bit melancholy, as that is a significant step in someone's life that is hardly taken lightly. Thinking of her child as an adult felt awkward and unkind to a mother's gentle heart.
    "I doubt she will have any problems finding a proper suitor."
    Desmond chewed thoughtfully, nodding at Celine's response. "Certainly, though I hope she never marries. The last thing her father needs to do is protect his little from opportunists."
    That is a common struggle among those born and given immense power. Kaori has lived a comfortable and safe life, but it will not be so the older she becomes and more the world changes. She will not have to worry about the burdens of running an Empire or fighting for her right to sit upon the throne. Her rights as a child to the Emperor has afforded her a certain kind of freedom, yet there will be certain expectations demanded of her as she comes into her own.
    The Concubine places her hand against the small rise of her stomach, finding the action comforting. This child will also have struggles of their own, but also triumphs, and that gives her a small drop of ease.
    "How are you feeling? Four months in and you barely look pregnant - the envy of many women!"
    "Mm, tired? I could sleep for days and still feel sluggish, but that's not the terrible part. It's the smell of certain things and noises, like now all these people make me dizzy and weak."
    Desmond could tell she was uncomfortable and frowned deeply, "What in the world are you doing out here then?"
    "I like being outside," she said with a soft laugh.
    As was the case with her child. Kaori laughed at Ozu as they enjoyed their snacks and drinks, enjoying each other's company and conversation. A curious creature that refused to stay inside the tall walls of her fortified home, Kaori is an opportunist. Any chance to go outside, to meet new people, to understand the world outside her castle, she will take it. Ozu had been the key to her adventures recently, a comfort she has come to enjoy and depend upon.
    "Mère sneaks candy," the little one said, outing her mother with ease.
    Kaori finishes her last little snack, feeling full and happy but sad that there was no longer any more room in her belly for other treats. Dinner isn't ruined by her snacking, enough running around and starting shenanigans will burn off all the sugar she has indulged. Most recently her mother has been playing more with her outside where they'd play chase and tackle each other. It's possibly the child's most favorite game at this point, next to playing swords and hide-and-seek.
    "Ozu, do you play swords?"
    The question was an innocent one. She knew he did something with a sword and was kind of an outstanding individual, but she had never paid much attention to everything that he does. This celebration was to exemplify his skills and the clan he represents, though that meant little to the child who was staring at her friend intensely.
    "Can you teach?"
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    "That's pretty fantastic! It's always great to hear that we're all getting along, whether we want to or not."
    The two wander closer and closer to the Spectral District; the air got a bit heavier and a tad more stale. Some individuals were walking about the outskirts, but one glance and you could tell they come from the rougher patches of Dougton. Eliza almost felt like she was back at home, the same atmosphere, the same vibe - the same. The dark familiarity comforted her almost immediately. This is a place where she can be at peace, strangely enough, but it's entirely true.
    Taking the lead, she guided her boss through the District without really knowing where she was going. What she describes as 'something' is guiding her through the cursed area with a sense of absurdness. The markings on her face softly glow green, indicating the differences of magic flowing through the area.
    "And how is Cerebri?"
    The question slipped from her lips, making her concentration somewhat falter. It is difficult to ignore such a person, Cerebri filled a room and was domineering in almost everything he does - you can't ignore him. When they had first met, it was a tad awkward and uncertain, but they spoke for a minute, and that had been enough.
    "I hope he is getting along with everyone."
    They turned a corner and were confronted by a building falling to pieces. The roof was bowed in, the windows broken and partially boarded up; the sign inside the window had been turned to close years ago as it was barely eligible. Something from the notes found in her shop mentioned a cobbler and a few other things; her feet and the 'something' led her to this little area that had been long abandoned. There was something here, something a little irritated and dangerous, and very talkative. She couldn't understand the words, but she could feel the distress.
    Something putrid made her nose wrinkle, and she turns to Jack to see if he could feel and smell the same things she was.
    "I don't think we're alone here. Let's take a look inside."
     
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    His reply drew a smile across her soft face. She was beginning to understand Cerebri more as they spent time together; his quiet manners, his rough demeanor, and also the gentle undertones he tries to keep hidden. Reading people is not her strong suit, and she would never claim to be a 'people person,' but it's hard to not see who a person is or maybe when they are relaxed around you. She felt instead honored that he would allow his guard to be so low around her. Especially since there was little to the elf that would make anyone interested in her.
    He held her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, and it caused her to giggle against the rip of her mug. Such interactions were always looked down upon; if a person even so much looked at a slave, they would be targeted as traitors. Yet here, it's reasonable to hold someone's hand, speak to them in a friendly manner, and interact as if they were equals. Cerebri was, unknowingly, teaching her that it was okay to be this way - okay to have companions.
    The two made their exit, gathered up the 'goods' and were quickly back to the base. During the small ride, the elf would glance at her hand from time to time, feeling suddenly comfortable in the situation that is her current life. Most would not think it ideal, but she was enthralled with this sudden sense of freedom and sharing it with potential friends and acquaintances.
    Inside, Jack laid out the entire plan, leaving the elf with nothing to do. She looked up to Cerebri, curious to see him play the part of the 'good cop' - it wasn't a part really meant for him. Covering up her small laugh, she exited the room while the men took care of their business. Eliza is not intimidating and would look foolish if she even tried; thus, there is no reason for her to really back the men up unless she had to play the bleeding the heart. The best thing she can do is ensure that they both have a quiet place to work, and with that sat next to the closed door and erected a small shield around the room.
    For now, she will wait.
     
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    "... and Gaia ..."
    Yun said, and that made the elf feel slightly uneasy. She has always been an accepting individual, understanding that there are religions that come in varying degrees scattered across Valucre. It is the wonder of this world that there is a sense of grand freedom for everyone to be what they wish, and not be entirely judged for it. Certainly not a Utopia, but a place of opportunity for anything and anyone. Her own beliefs do not contradict the idea of Gaia, but she is not a believer of such a thing.
    Grant interrupted her thoughts by grabbing her hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. The sweetness of the action made the elf look up at him and smile; whatever is thrown at them, they will be triumphant. He said as much as he vowed to give Yun her freedom, something Delphine thought to be an impossible task even though they've dealt with many impossible things so far.
    "Well, it looks like something you'd see out of a picture book."
    The temple loomed above them in all its wondrous glory. The structure was something she has never seen before, showing the two that it was a piece of lost history wrapped inside a warp to keep it hidden. It is unfortunate that they will be unable to truly enjoy this spot of history, for the mystery and urgency of their mission keeps time away from them. Perhaps they can take something back to show that this is not some myth or legend conjured by fanatics - it's real.
    She takes the first step on the bridge and looks over her shoulder at Grant. "Don't forget - no heroics."
    He appears to be handling the weight of magic with stride, but that does not mean he isn't hurting. She can't have him be reckless, nor can she be mindless when it comes to protecting him and herself. They are in a very dangerous area that can make them relics to the outside world; careless, they can't be.
     
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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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    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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    Odelia could be found somewhere in the background or likely as close to Austere as she could get herself in the press of people, dancing, noise and laughter. She wasn’t used to being as such a grand party - but she’d certainly had a hand behind the scenes in it. Even right down to what they’d stuffed poor Milo into, with his hopeless taste they just had to intervene. She couldn’t have just stood off to the side and let him commit himself to his grand entrance in something plain, and she certainly couldn’t have left the other two in charge of it themselves. 
    While she was raised in a rather well to do family, her father didn’t care for these kinds of things. Nor did he like to parade his embarrassment of a daughter around. Lucky for her Austere cherished her all the more for what were once supposed flaws. Under his careful and gentile care she blossomed into the most vibrant of flowers in her own right. 
    Odelia’s dress was simple, elegant, but not over lavish with gems or beads or shiny things. It’s light blue hue with silver flowers embroidered into it gave it a pretty look. The bodice with its A-line skirt painted Odelia as a classic beauty. The only problem was - well the dress maker had to do a little quick work to let out the seams for her..... something she would have to divulge later when she had the time. With all the changes and the activity from finding her sister to Milo’s crowning - there simply wasn’t any time.  She checked her dress nervously quite a few times to make sure she looked alright, being extra careful not to brush down her skirts too much or pull her bodice too tight. 
    Her fingers would stay laced with Austere’s as she looked around the room. She had difficulty speaking over the noise and didn’t care to shout over anyone. It was a very rare occasion that she shouted - very rare, but it happened. A mere squeeze to his hand and the press of a shoulder was enough to covey she was happy right where she was. She would dance if he wanted it, she would meander the room if he led her. So long as such a magical night could be spent with him, she wouldn’t much care what he wanted to do. 
    Odelia’s eyes tracked her sister across the room with a slight glare to them. Her twin was insatiable in her propensity for mischief and had a flair that could only have come from her time as Oscar Uldwar’s lover. Riha wore a dress that was much too low cut, the fabric hugging her curves like it was sewn onto her - which it was. She’d insisted on wearing red too, bright red. It contrasted with her black hair that hung down her back in waves, gems woven into their folds peeked out like bright red stars. Odelia thought her sister looked a bit morbid, Riha thought she looked just right.  Riha walked around and spoke with anyone that graced her with a hello or a smile, a confident sway to those overly flaunted curves. 
    Nearly identical, the only distinguishing feature that made Odelia and Riha different were the color of their eyes. Odelia’s were blue, Riha’s were lavender. Their personalities couldn’t have been any further from the other either at times. Riha was outgoing and demonstrating it well in her sweep around, stealing dances where she could, giving toasts.
    Riha could feel her sister’s eyes on her and looked over. She gave a wink and a theatrical bow to Odelia, knowing that she was being judged and not caring one wit. Odelia took a step as if to usher her sister back and away from making such a spectacle of herself. But before she could Riha vanished within the swirl of colors and a wave. 
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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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    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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    Killian and Delaney discussed the matter between themselves, taking their time before revealing any more information to the rest of the group. Del disliked making speculative talk, and Killian was often too impatient to just wait when there was so much action that could be done. There was very little they could do now, though. Thankfully, there was an entire fleet of individuals far closer than them, and with many more resources at their fingertips. For now, Killian and Delaney will have to rush to the Carthage estate.
    Austere and Milorian had made preparations to descend upon the estate quietly and simplistically. Neither brother wished to war against the house, nor did they want to spill blood, they simply wanted recompense for the hurt and danger against a member of their household. Milorian was guilty of turning away the individuals that had first approached the house some time ago. If he hadn't done such, then Odelia may have a part of her history restored. Now the Mythals must move quickly to tie up these sudden loose ends daring to rip the seam of comfort apart.
    "You can't leave her here, Austere."
    The elf sighed against the hands slapping buckles closed; he exchanged his robes for something more protective and domineering. The Seeker armor was sleek, simple, and durable enough to withstand the most hateful of swords and most potent of spells. He had heard on the winds that the Carthage patriarch is failing in health and in mind, but such a snake has kept himself surrounded by creatures just as lowly as he. Rolfe clearly cares not for the consequences of his actions, making him far more dangerous than he ought to be.
    "I know - I know!" Austere stepped down and sheathed the sword to his side, suddenly feeling both uncomfortable and uneasy. An elf descending upon the house full of humans ...
    "Take her with you."
    Milorian followed Austere to the docks were the Eagleships sway against the gentle lapping of the sea. The ships are fast creations that will take them to the Carthage house, hopefully in time to intercept the dastardly ploy set in place by Rolfe.
    "Call for Odelia, let her know we sail to see her father," Austere said with some hesitance to his voice. He disliked bringing her back to a place he promised she would never have to see again, but Milorian was right in having her come along. Odelia would follow after Austere, and the confrontation would be less than ideal for both of them.
    "I'll try to make this quick, Milorian. I'm sorry tha-"
    Milo raised his hand to silence his brother. "Don't apologize to me, Austere. Just do your best to rectify this situation, and I say that as your King."
     
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    How did this Half Demon came here in the first place is a surprise to his own, he was reminded on his invitation that he was highly regarded for what he did sometime ago. Though he didn't remember it quite well, he was after all 3000 years old, he couldn't remember everything he did.
    He must have been assigned on dealing with someone, that must have been it. Jack O'Neal was known to be a Notorious Bounty Hunter and Slayer of Kin, whatever it is that he do so many years ago that he can't even remember, he was invited to this place. This grand palace or castle whatever they wanted to call it, looked pretty gorgeous to say the least and that he would see a King, that was something to behold.
    This elf person was indeed something different, he remembered a few Demons who became Kings, his father included. He was after all a Demon Lord but that was kind of different compared with this King but he felt like he rambled inside his head too much, he was nicely dressed with his black coat, t-shirt, pants and boots.
    His facial features were a pale soft skin with a few scars, one on his right lower cheek and jawline and one right under his left eyes accompanied by his dark brown, almost black with shades of dark blond through his long and curly hair and of course his signature eyes, the light grey color, were the women would fall in love to and enemies hate.
    Indeed he wore all black his fit muscular but slim body as it was clearly still noticeable as a few women dropped a few lustful gazes at him as he walked through the Grand Ballroom, ordering a glass of his favorite whiskey he takes it gladly and takes a sip out of it.    
    Immediately feeling like he was in heaven some of the women here did look nice and they were very tempting as well, after all he was a good looking Half Demon, no real woman could really resist him, due to his supernatural traits and good looks. Though it didn't always went over his head, when he felt like it he could have some fun as he smirked behind his silver half mask with a unique design.
    Leaning against a wall he crossed his right leg around his left one and had his left arm tucked in his standing right elbow, that held with his right hand the glass of whiskey as he took another sip off of his drink. Though it didn't seem to bother him that he needed to wear a mask, what would someone expect? It was after all a Masquerade Event and you were bond to wear a mask, noticing a few giggles coming from his left side he looks in that direction only to see those exact women he saw earlier that gave him those desireful gazes.
    They looked like they were already in love with him, he points with his glass at them and gave them a brief smile as he takes another sip off of his whiskey. Now he was wondering, should he really get laid, have some fun do whatever the hell he wanted? He looked around as he thought of that, people were having fun, they talked, they danced, they did whatever, he also noticed a few races in there such as Elves and Dwarfs.
    This event looked like it included everyone, so the King was acceptable of everyone, now he was interested to see who this King really is in person. He must be a great King but if he had a good heart it would be hard to be a good King, he saw a few glimpses of the King and he looked like a man of education, strong and willful not ease to seduce. Something he truly needed to be since some of these women were already aroused by his presence and now him, this party would surely prove to be an interesting one, so much so that he couldn't shake that smirk off of his face as he hid it behind the glass of whiskey which he, of course, took another sip out of, enjoying the scenery. 
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    Welcome to King Milorian’s coronation masquerade ball!
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    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
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    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.
  22. Haha
    Aleksei got a reaction from Csl in Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! [interest check]   
    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!
  23. 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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    Aleksei got a reaction from DarkHorse 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
  25. Superlike!
    Aleksei got a reaction from supernal 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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