The curtains part on an ornate crystal stage, heralding the start of the
performance of 'Melodies of Assimilation'.

Ushaara gives up a round of applause.

Phoebus applauds an ornate crystal stage heartily.

Stratos gives up a round of applause.

Lleuke appears to puff up slightly as his entire body glows a cheerful shade of
citrine yellow.

Professor Ileein Shevat applauds politely, sending a light crystalline tinkling
soaring to the domed ceiling.

Deep black curtains part, revealing a large orchestra, instruments ranging from
string and brass to percussion. A small aisle runs down the middle of the
orchestra, which is lined with a deep amethyst rug, trimmed with diamonds and
gold.

Eritheyl steps in from behind the scrim.

Drae claps his hands together merrily.

Orventa gives up a round of applause.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk claps politely.

Lleuke claps his hands together merrily.

A figure begins to walk down the aisle, revealing the Sublime Opus of the
Symphonium, Morshoth Skyplume. He walks forward, clad in a solid black suit,
and takes a bow. As he rises, he turns around, faces the orchestra, and raises
his hands in the air, a single diamond baton grasped within his left. The
entire area falls silent.

A lovely trill claps her hands together merrily.

Fayrin claps his hands together merrily.

Phoebus jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Mirazel pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Phoebus.

Eritheyl sits himself down on a crystal bench of resplendent opulence and makes
himself comfortable.

As the Opus lowers his left hand, a simple plucking of violin strings begins,
single droplets of sound filling the air, resembling a light rainfall on a
spring day. Springing forth from the baton is a light mist, which begins to fog
the area, leaving only the Opus visible.

Utterly entranced, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman emits a long "Ooooh."

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

Morshoth's right hand shoots out towards the right, which cues a deep melody
into performance, the sounds of violas, cellos and basses causing the mist to
slowly vibrate along to the sound, which then changes to a soft lavender colour.

As the plucking and the melody continue, the mist begins to recede, revealing
the first row of performers, a single brass line, who then raise their
instruments to their mouths.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk huffs with barely contained
comptempt, glaring at an unkempt lucidian repairwoman.

Morshoth raises his left hand back towards the sky, then drops both hands out
repeatedly. As he does so, the brass instruments join in with the melody,
adding a steady rhythm to the sound, the tempo of the entire orchestra speeding
up.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman shivers violently.

As the Opus continues to move his hands, conducting the orchestra, the mist
continues to change colours, changing from the lavender, to a soft blue, and
once around the colour spectrum in soft pastels.

Morshoth begins to slow his hand movement, lowering them as he does so, while
still continuing to move them. The music begins to hush, the mist begins to
settle, and all the performers are revealed.

The Opus taps his baton through the air, hands still at his waistline, which the
violins match with their plucking. All other instruments begin to fade out,
leaving just the plucking travelling through the air.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman clutches at her papers nervously, her eyes wide.

Suddenly, the diamond baton shoots into the air, and with it, a bright light
fills the stage. Suddenly, the plucking turns into a frantic melody, each group
of violins on opposite sides of the stage playing a different, chaotic tune.
The tunes clash with one another, a battle of notes, neither side winning.

Mirazel tilts her head curiously at Veldrin.

Morshoth spreads his arms in the air, each hand making a small circular motion.
Stepping forth from the light is a lone harpist, who walks down the aisle, and
then sits atop a stool in front of the Opus. She raises her hands to the harp,
and begins a harmonious tune.

As the harpist plays, the chaotic tunes of the violins begin to meld into this
tune, joining her in a perfect harmony. The harpist spreads her wings, which
blocks the bright light, once more revealing the performers of the front row. A
single trumpet, to stage right, begins a harsh song, attacking the melody
floating through the air.

The harpist fades into the background, as the soldiers continue to face the
brass. From right to left, the brass begin to mesh with the tune of the violins.
The single trumpet who began the tune is the last to join, putting up a fight
to the end. As the soldiers begin to gather around him, his tune fades. The
soldiers march off of the stage, leaving behind only an empty chair. The last
soldier turns around, while marching off of the stage, then runs to the chair
and takes a seat.

The Opus brings his hands in, then begins to alternate lifting each hand into
the air. The flutist begins to play a strong, powerful tune. As he does so, he
stands in the air, then begins to hover above the ground, held aloft by the
flapping of his wings. He continues to play, and the entire orchestra begins to
join in the tune.

As the flutist begins to gather this power, the Opus faces him, tapping the
baton in his direction. As he does so, the flutist begins to float downwards,
heavy chains rising from the chair to wrap around his ankles. The orchestra
fades back to their original tune as the flutist is dragged back down to his
chair. As the final chains wrap around him, the flutist joins in with the tune
of the orchestra.

The Opus lowers his baton, which brings the orchestra to a sudden stop. The
lights fade, and the baton begins to glow from within. As the glow gets
brighter, a single spot of light hits a lone performer, off to stage left. A
soft melody begins to escape this light, and suddenly, a stern lucidian appears,
with a simple mallet in her hand, tapping out the notes on an instrument of
hanging crystals.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk squeezes the hand of a lovely trill
with gentle pressure.

Morshoth raises his right hand and the lone flutist in the front, who is now
unchained, joins along with the melody of the lucidian, a light dance between
the two. As the Opus raises his baton, the rest of the orchestra joins in with
the two, a soft melody supporting the couple.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman sways back and forth.

The Opus waves his hands through the air, violins playing a slow melody to the
beat, with the deeper notes of the other strings acting as a simple bass line
behind the notes. The brass play an elongated melody, which is heard just
slightly over the strings. Heard over the entire orchestra is the joyful melody
of the flute, which is playing opposite the crystal instrument to the side.

A lovely trill smiles gently up at a grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk.

Morshoth slowly lowers his hands, and the orchestra softens their tune. The two
remaining instruments slowly begin to line up their melodies, and the flutist
stands to join the lucidian. As their melodies finally mesh, the trill flutist
reaches the lucidian, and wraps his wings around her. Their melody quickens, as
the two disappear behind a wall of feathers.

The Opus makes a quick movement of his hands, which silences the room, all
attention on the couple surrounded by feathers. Suddenly, Morshoth points the
baton at the two, and the wings begin to recoil. The crystal instrument is
revealed, now fused together into a much larger instrument, a small replica of
the city of Hallifax. The lucidian and trill take a mallet in each hand,
holding one another with the other, and begin a powerful, deep tune on the
crystal city.

(The Assimilated): Ushaara says, "Was good!"

Morshoth raises his hands, waving them outwards and inwards, and the entire
orchestra begins once more. The melodies all come together, into a very
powerful tune, echoing throughout the area.

This melody continues, the Opus' hands moving more and more frantically. The
crystal instrument moves towards the center of the stage, as the two performers
continue to play. The instrument reaches the point just in front of the Opus as
the melody reaches its quickest point.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman scratches at her nose and glances about
worriedly.

The Opus quickens his pace, the melody continuing to quicken. Suddenly, he
strikes his baton on the crystal instrument. A deep ringing fills the area, the
orchestra suddenly silences, and the curtains fall.

As the ringing dies, the crystal instrument glows, and the Opus disappears below
the stage. A simple tone of brass bells fills the air, ending the performance
with a deep ringing throughout the city.

The curtains rise, the Opus standing front and center, with the entire orchestra standing behind him. The group takes a bow, in unity. The Opus, along with the more prominent performers, all step forward, and take a bow, as the orchestra behind them applauds. The curtains fall once more, leaving the Opus solely in the front, who takes one final bow, then lifts his baton towards the sky, and falls beneath the stage.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems offers the lucidian repairwoman a gentle smile, hoping to calm her nerves.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman smiles softly at Phoebus.

The curtains draw to a close on an ornate crystal stage, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'Melodies of Assimilation'.

Phoebus applauds an ornate crystal stage heartily.

Lleuke gives up a round of applause.

Eritheyl claps his hands together merrily.

Ushaara claps his hands together merrily.

Jakir claps his hands together merrily.

Maellio applauds an ornate crystal stage heartily.

Fayrin claps his hands together merrily.

Drae gives up a round of applause.

Stratos gives up a round of applause.

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace smiles broadly and says, "Marvellous."

You clap your hands together merrily.

A lovely trill claps her hands together politely.

A chicken in an elegant gown claps her wings.

Phoebus nods her head at Ushaara, showing her acceptance.

Eritheyl beams broadly at a chicken in an elegant gown.

Undergraduate Stratos says, "Yes."

Lleuke's body suddenly begins to shift through a variety of colours, first a cheerful ruby then a gentle cerulean, before becoming a warm topaz before repeating.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman blinks and applauds, apparently surprised by the end of the performance.

Orventa gives up a round of applause.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask applauds politely, glancing about with vague interest.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk keeps silent, instead glancing over at a dapper man wearing a golden mask.

Looking slightly worried at the situation, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman quickly hides behind Phoebus.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Now then!"

Lleuke smiles softly at an unkempt lucidian repairwoman.

Stratos tilts his head back for a moment, his form shifting slowly through the spectrum of colours.

A lovely trill lowers her eyes, squeezing a grey-eyed gentleman's hand back with renewed fervor.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "We move on to the Grand Salle, for the event proper. If all those who have not received formal invitations, notably those who lie outside of city or commune council, will simply follow me."

Eritheyl gets up off a crystal bench of resplendent opulence.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies smiles and says, "The rest, with the Opus."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman begins to follow Phoebus.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk begins to follow Eritheyl.

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

A lovely trill begins to follow Eritheyl.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk begins to follow Morshoth.

A chicken in an elegant gown begins to follow Eritheyl.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask begins to follow Eritheyl.

Phoebus's eyes sparkle with amusement at an unkempt lucidian repairwoman.

An elegant elfen lady begins to follow Eritheyl.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Any who wish to not be announced can also follow the Libretto."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman, "I believe you're with the other group, dear."

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

"Oh?" An unkempt lucidian repairwoman exclaims quizzically.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh," says An unkempt lucidian repairwoman.

You begin to follow Ushaara.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman begins to follow Eritheyl.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk begins to follow Eritheyl.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "I will see you once we're all inside, yes?"

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

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman trips and stumbles into the lovely trill.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "And any who are following me, if you could have your dates follow you."

"Oops!" an unkempt lucidian repairwoman exclaims with a bashful expression.

Phoebus beckons to Ileein.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "All others can follow the Libretto into the Salle."

Stratos flashes Jakir a joyous smile.

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "I received a personal invitation, as it happens!"

Stratos gazes at Jakir as his body suddenly lights up with a cheerful, citrine yellow glow.

Ushaara picks up a sack of grain.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Yes, but you must make me feel like I am not stuck here without accompaniment."

Phoebus hangs her head sadly.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Eritheyl, "Shall we move into the Salle?"

Eritheyl nods his head emphatically.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk blinks and shuffles about impatiently.

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

Eritheyl points boldly towards the horizon and declares in a proud tone, "Onward!"

Drae leaves, following Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies.
Mirazel leaves, following Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies.
Lleuke leaves, following Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies.
Eritheyl leaves to the northeast.
An elegant elfen lady remains behind.
He is followed by a grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman, a chicken in an elegant gown, a lovely trill, and a dapper man wearing a golden mask.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "All of you will be announced to the Ball."

Phoebus ponders an elegant elfen lady thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "So, we shall head into the halls now!"

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to an elegant elfen lady, "You appear to have been left."

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Capital."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to an elegant elfen lady, "You can follow me, and I'll have you go into the Salle separately."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to an elegant elfen lady, "We are heading out now, if you wish to do so."

An elegant elfen lady begins to follow Morshoth.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Off we go then!"

Morshoth nods his head emphatically.



Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to an elegant elfen lady, "You can enter to the south and join the others."

Inclining her head graciously, an elfen lady turns and drifts fluidly to the south.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Ushaara, "You and Shedrin will be entering first, shortly."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "I will let you know when."

Phoebus looks enviously at you.

Maellio rolls his eyes at Phoebus.

Orventa flaps her wings quickly and begins to hover in the air.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Ushaara, "Enter."

You follow Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace south to Grand Salle of the Higher Emotions.

With a flourish of his arm, Ushaara bows deeply.

You see the following people here:
Veldrin, Drae, Fayrin, Mirazel, Lleuke, Eritheyl, Ushaara, Shedrin

Grand Salle of the Higher Emotions.
Banks of clouds roil about here. There are 6 small chairs of platinum and wood here. Set to the side is this elegant buffet table, ready to house any food or drink set upon it. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A sturdy sheet of pale grey stationery is here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk grins knowingly beneath a mask of silver feathers. A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk lurks here, brooding silently. A lucidian repairwoman sways here in a dress of unkempt grey layers. A beauteous smile brightening her face, a trill in an elegant ballgown pauses here. Immaculately garbed in a white suit, a tall man stands here, features obscured by a golden mask. Poised as though preparing to take flight, an elegant elfen lady calmly awaits the next dance. A chicken stands regally here, dressed in an elegant gown. Eddies of frigid frost swirl around the graceful form of a tubby snow phoenix with icy wings. Veldrin, Whispering Dirge is here, shrouded. Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow is here. He wields a delicate crystal staff in his left hand. Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt sits here upon a small chair of platinum and wood, shrouded. Mirazel is here, pondering thoughtfully. Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream sits here upon a small chair of platinum and wood. He wields an athame dagger in his left hand and a metal treebark shield in his right. Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies is here. He wields a kaleidoscopic shield of fractal flowers in his left hand and a prismatic violin of the eternal lovers in his right. Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace radiates an aura of severity and calm as he lingers here. He wields the Rod of Collectivist Servitude in his left hand.
You see exits leading north and east.

You incline your head politely to those around you.

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

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

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk firmly shakes Ushaara's hand, looking him directly in the eye.

A chicken in an elegant gown coughs softly.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk nods his head gravely at Ushaara and Shedrin as they enter.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Presenting Countess Phoebus Windwhisper, Archmage of the Aeromancers, presiding High Magnate of the Refined House of Windwhisper, Professor of the University of Cosmic Understanding, Lord of the Transphenortex Grid and Shaper of Systems within the Arbiters of the Lord Architect!"

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace smiles broadly and says, "A pleasure, I'm sure."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Accompanied by Marquis Ileein Shevat, Professor of Time and Relative Dimension, Doctor of Temporal Philosophy, Fellow of the Institutional Society and Lord of the Transphenortex Grid!"

Ileein arrives, following Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems.
A deathly cold wind sweeps through, causing your very breath to begin to freeze as Phoebus enters from the north.
A thunderclap amidst golden lightning announces the entrance of a golden thunderbird from the north.

Ushaara inclines his head politely to Phoebus.

Ileein doffs a mathematically-flawless crystalline crown cordially.

With a flourish of her arm, Phoebus bows deeply.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk nods his head at Phoebus and Ileein in turn.

Ushaara inclines his head politely to Ileein.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman stares about blankly, a pained smile fixed on her face.

Eritheyl smiles wryly at a chicken in an elegant gown.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Presenting Count Maellio Onz'verheu, Temporal Primus, Department Chair of Arcane Metaphysics, Fellow of the Institutional Society, Treasurer of the Commonwealth of Hallifax, Lord of the Transphenortex Grid and Tribune of Accord within the Arbiters of the Lord Architect!"

Phoebus sniffles softly.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Accompanied by Marquessa Orventa Onz'verheu, Professor of Time and Relative Dimension, Fellow of the Institutional Society and Architect of the Forest Dreamer!"

A majestic, airy clarion slowly meanders into your realm of hearing, proclaiming the arrival of a radiant glass shadhahvar as he prances in from the north.
Orventa arrives, following Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer.
Maellio arrives from the north.

Ushaara bows respectfully to Maellio.

Ushaara bows respectfully to Orventa.

Ileein doffs a mathematically-flawless crystalline crown to Maellio.

Ileein doffs a mathematically-flawless crystalline crown to Ushaara.

Orventa curtseys gracefully before Ushaara.

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

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

Maellio doffs a black beret hat cordially.

Folding her wings so she can reach them easily, Phoebus preens her wings happily, straightening out the disheveled feathers.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies laughingly says, "We certainly should have had more to announce, but it seems a good many will be arriving late."

A chicken in an elegant gown coughs softly.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Oh, also. Since she did insist ever so politely."

A lovely trill's eyes sparkle with amusement.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk tilts his head curiously.

Drae smiles softly.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "The music should begin shortly, and I will be serving tea and scones."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman blinks.

Lleuke claps his hands together merrily.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk tilts his head and listens intently.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Presenting Lady Chicken, Queen of the Poultry!"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Also, we have a small gift for each of you."

A chicken in an elegant gown nods regally.

Eritheyl inclines his head politely to a chicken in an elegant gown.

Ushaara chuckles long and heartily.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask's eyes twinkle enchantingly at a chicken in an elegant gown.

You doff a magnificent crown of golden lightning cordially to a chicken in an elegant gown.

Maellio inclines his head politely to a chicken in an elegant gown.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar bows, extending his right foreleg and gracefully lowering his horned head in turn.

Ushaara gives a chicken in an elegant gown a respectful salute.

A chicken in an elegant gown says, "You may refer to me as Her Royal Poultryness."

Phoebus doffs a breathtaking circlet of ice flowers to a chicken in an elegant gown.

Folding her wings so she can reach them easily, a chicken in an elegant gown preens her wings happily, straightening out the disheveled feathers.

A lovely trill applauds a chicken in an elegant gown politely.

Lleuke flashes a chicken in an elegant gown a joyous smile.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk once again gives the chicken a respectful incline of his head.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk bows respectfully to a chicken in an elegant gown.

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

A palpable feeling of anticipation fills the room as the harsh rapping of a conductor's baton echoes across the ballroom. After a brief silence, the sounds of a symphony orchestra swell to a great crescendo to signal the beginning of the Grand Collectivist Ball.
Pillars of pure white light shoot skyward from the crystal spires of the city as the Grand Collectivist Ball begins within the Grand Hallifaxian Opera House.

Eritheyl smiles softly.

Utterly entranced, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman emits a long "Ooooh."

Phoebus claps her hands together merrily.

A lovely trill smiles radiantly, delighted.

Veldrin suddenly loses focus in her eyes and shudders, then looks curiously refreshed.

Ushaara gives up a round of applause.

A sweeping aria resounds throughout the ballroom, lifted by sweet voices that harmonize in perfect Hallifaxian accordance to the swishing of skirts and the gentle tap of heels against crystal.

"tableA1091" an elegant buffet table
"chairA1161" a small chair of platinum and wood
"chairA1724" a small chair of platinum and wood
"chairA1908" a small chair of platinum and wood
"chairA2161" a small chair of platinum and wood
"chairA2203" a small chair of platinum and wood
"chairA2204" a small chair of platinum and wood
"monolith sigil87358" a monolith sigil
"letter101768" pale grey stationery
"palm sigil101858" a palm sigil
"man63149" a grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk
"man90821" a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk
"repairman87048" an unkempt lucidian repairwoman
"man29509" a dapper man wearing a golden mask
"elfen91698" an elegant elfen lady
"chicken47204" a chicken in an elegant gown
"phoenix157979" a tubby snow phoenix with icy wings
"thunderbird25463" a golden thunderbird
"trill14490" a lovely trill
"turilira262369" Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar
"keg18200" a giant pearl keg (filled with white peppermint tea)
"keg28189" a giant pearl keg (filled with a chilled raspberry green tea)
"keg34950" a furrowed coral keg (filled with creamy pumpkin black tea)
Number of objects: 23

The chicken is snow white with jet black wings, standing proudly at one foot tall. Fitted expertly over her avian form is a velvet gown of deep blue-black, draped in elegant folds that puddle on the floor. A necklace of perfect sapphires glitter around her neck and a small platinum circlet with an exquisite diamond rests on her head. A golden eye mask inset with gems is balanced on her beak out of which burn her eyes of blue fire. She struts around with a superior attitude, obviously not your average chicken, surrounded by a nimbus of preternatural energy.
A chicken in an elegant gown almost glows with nearly god-like power.

Lleuke smiles softly.

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

Tall and well built, this gentleman is clad in ephemeral suit of woven of shimmering threads of silk. Rippling muscles flex beneath the shifting suit at the man's slightest movement, speaking of masculinity and strength. His face obscured by a mask of silver feathers, only the man's stone grey eyes and pale lips are visible. A strange, mischievious light glints in his eyes while his mouth curves into a knowing grin. Above the delicate silver feathers of his mask, strands of icy white hair have been elegantly sculpted into the form of a crashing wave.
A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk almost glows with nearly god-like power.

Mirazel murmurs something unintelligible to Veldrin.

Tall and lean, this gentleman possesses an aura of detachment, as though occupied by something far grander than his surroundings. A suit of fine black silk swathes his person, tailored to fit his athletic physique, while an ovoid mask hides the entirety of his face. Crafted from black ravenwood, its surface is covered in shallow grooves that twist and wend in a tribal display, forming the caricature of a grinning, fanged maw. Cold black eyes stare out from behind the mask with piercing intensity. What skin is visible is pale and covered almost entirely in black tattoos that shift sinuously with every movement. Short black hair crowns the gentleman's head, the wispy strands sticking out unkempt to form a stygian halo.
A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk almost glows with nearly god-like power.

Skin as pale as a cloud, delicate and flawless, this elfen lady is tall and elegantly slender. A gown of silk drapes across one shoulder, leaving the other bare, and clings to the contours of her torso before cascading to her ankles, only a peep of the slippers showing beneath its hem. The silk has been worked in a particular pattern, fanning from a wedge of pure white across the bodice to a green as pristine as spring leaves. A yellow embroidered eye upon the shoulder and opposite hip are the only splash of contrasting colour to the gown. From behind, a swath of matching material edged in black has been affixed to the sweeping back of the dress, extending to the lady's wrists. As she dances and extends her arms, the effect is of a luna moth taking flight. Indeed, her pale golden hair has been drawn from her face in a sweeping coif, and the mask hiding her features is styled to mimic the feathery antennae of the moth itself. Her eyes, a dazzling green, twinkle with merriment, the only feature of her face not obscured.
An elegant elfen lady almost glows with nearly god-like power.

An elegant elfen lady glides across the floor to the lucidian repairwoman's side.

Shining a dull, milky quartz throughout, this slender lucidian woman seems nonetheless to be rather awkward. Spiked arrays of beryl crystal rise in odd, not entirely symmetrical patterns from her head: her eyes are a squinting, matching hue that peer about with nervous, frightful flicks. What would otherwise be a lovely, multi-tiered gown has been haphazardly sewn with massive stitches from a sturdy grey material that seems to have once seen life as several sets of overalls. Her mask is little more than a crudely-cut piece of the same material attached to her face by a ragged ribbon.
An unkempt lucidian repairwoman is quite powerful.

A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Ileein's hands.

A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Orventa's hands.

Tall and lean, this man exhibits a classic grace and poise evidenced in his every movement and bearing. Yellow curls, uncommonly long for such a male, fall about his shoulders, kept neatly away from his face. A golden filigreed mask obscures his eyes and nose, inset with traceries of swirling silver that interlink in a glittering network of lines. Long fingers curl into the cuffs of his attire - a white suit, pristine and devoid of any imperfection, sharply-tailored and perfectly fitted to his form. The shirt beneath the jacket is a pale goldenrod, while his neck is encircled by a cream-coloured ascot secured by a golden stick-pin. Pale ivory gloves and perfectly-shined white shoes complete his ensemble, one of perfect aesthetic appeal.
A dapper man wearing a golden mask seems strong and confident.

Tall and lean, this man exhibits a classic grace and poise evidenced in his every movement and bearing. Yellow curls, uncommonly long for such a male, fall about his shoulders, kept neatly away from his face. A golden filigreed mask obscures his eyes and nose, inset with traceries of swirling silver that interlink in a glittering network of lines. Long fingers curl into the cuffs of his attire - a white suit, pristine and devoid of any imperfection, sharply-tailored and perfectly fitted to his form. The shirt beneath the jacket is a pale goldenrod, while his neck is encircled by a cream-coloured ascot secured by a golden stick-pin. Pale ivory gloves and perfectly-shined white shoes complete his ensemble, one of perfect aesthetic appeal.
A dapper man wearing a golden mask seems strong and confident.

Morshoth gives a fluffy origami cloud package to you.

A woman of great elegance and beauty, this young trill is dressed in the very face of fashion. The gown itself is a pale blue silk overlaid by an overskirt of antique white lace, which gives the dress an exquisite texture while allowing the sweeping skirts to swirl prettily around the woman's feet. A sweetheart neckline and capped sleeves allow plenty of room for the splendour of the trill woman's snowy wings to move unfettered. Glorious amid the white feathers adorning her head, a diadem lies against the trill's brow, set with a stunning array of precious gemstones that cast various colours across the lovely angles of the porcelain mask obscuring her features. The mask is painted with delicate strokes that mimic the pattern of feathers or perhaps clouds. Only the smiling lips and the blue-green eyes alit with joy are visible, although a confused sense of mystery lies behind them.
A lovely trill almost glows with nearly god-like power.

Drae ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

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

Lleuke inclines his head politely to an elegant elfen lady.

A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Maellio's hands.

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Ah! How charming."

A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Eritheyl's hands.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Did I miss anyone?"

Eritheyl smiles softly.

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman beams broadly at an elegant elfen lady.

Orventa begins to wield a shot glass in her right hand.

A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Ushaara's hands.

An origami package in the shape of a large acorn isn't something you can open.

You release an origami package in the shape of a large acorn and it flutters into the air and around you, its kirigami charm dissolving into the air around you as the vellum disappears in tiny motes of dust.

Stammering, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman says, "M-me? Oh."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "The glasses are for the tea."

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

With a flourish, Jakir slips a graceful, lightning-etched katana into a knight's scabbard of opal winds.

You peer about yourself unscrupulously.

Lleuke gets up off a small chair of platinum and wood.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "And there are some scones as an appetizer."

A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Lleuke's hands.

Maellio begins to wield a shot glass in his right hand.

Phoebus's ears perk up as her attention turns towards a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Veldrin's hands.

A mask of rainbow plumage falls out of a fluffy origami cloud package and into your hands.
A shot glass falls out of a fluffy origami cloud package and into your hands.
A painting of The Grand Hallifaxian Collectivist Ball falls out of a fluffy origami cloud package and into your hands.
A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into your hands.

"Oooooooooh!" Lleuke says, eyes wide with wonder.

A chicken in an elegant gown says, "We hope nothing here was made with ... eggs."

Phoebus picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Drae's hands.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Well..."

Eritheyl glances askance at a chicken in an elegant gown.

Lleuke slips into a lavender and gold mask.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Morshoth chuckles long and heartily.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask wrinkles his nose and sniffs.

Phoebus tentatively sticks out her tongue and licks a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Orventa picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Phoebus puts her nose over a petite scone with basil and goat cheese and inhales.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "We will have some vegetarian options during the dinner."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman attempts a bow to the elfen and almost trips over the skirts of her crude gown.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "And eggless!"

Orventa puts her nose over a petite scone with basil and goat cheese and inhales.

Lleuke picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Drae slips into a silver half mask.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Alright, now, we dance!"

Lleuke consumes a petite scone with basil and goat cheese leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Phoebus eats a petite scone with basil and goat cheese with obvious gusto.

Maellio picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Fayrin gets up off a small chair of platinum and wood.

You say, "Hmm dancing."

Professor Ileein Shevat extends a hand stiffly to Phoebus, tilting his head curiously to one side.

Maellio quickly devours a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

A chicken in an elegant gown says, "No candied grubs? Worm souffle?"

Maellio wags his tail happily.

A chicken in an elegant gown scoffs arrogantly.

Orventa consumes a petite scone with basil and goat cheese leisurely, seeming to enjoy every bite.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Eritheyl, "May I have this dance?"

You say to Ushaara, "Do you know how to dance?"

Eritheyl lifts a dainty hand to his neckline, glancing about with uncertain disdain.

An elegant elfen lady drops a curtsey and offers the repairwoman her hand, smiling warmly.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems fiddles absentmindedly with one of her wing feathers.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk strides purposefully to a lovely trill.

Beaming, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman exclaims, "Oh!"

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace says to you, "Just follow, I'll lead."

A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Fayrin's hands.

You say to Ushaara, "No, no."

Ushaara takes you gently in his arms, and together you dance a slow, graceful waltz.

Phoebus slumps down dejectedly.

You say to Ushaara, "I cannot dance."

A chicken in an elegant gown gets down and wiggles them cheeks furiously.

Jakir looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

A chicken in an elegant gown blushes furiously.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk says, "Shall I have the honour of this dance, my fair lady?"

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Morshoth, "I suppose so!"

Fayrin slips into a silver half mask.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says, "This should be interesting to watch."

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace says to you, "See, it's easy."

Lleuke takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of his face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

Ushaara takes you gently in his arms, and together you dance a slow, graceful waltz.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman manages an improbably graceful curtsey to the elfen and takes the hand, spinning perfectly into position.

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Orventa, "Shall we, vessha?"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation grabs Eritheyl by the hand. He begins a slight quickstep to the music playing. He dances about the room with his partner, sweeping him around the area.

Phoebus looks enviously at you.

A lovely trill blinks in sudden surpise, turning towards a dark-eyed gentleman.

You say to Ushaara, "A rare intrinsic defect of my birth."

To a lovely trill, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says, "My lady."

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu says, "Ayem vessha."

Professor Ileein Shevat says to Phoebus, "I am far from a graceful dancer, but if you would care to venture forth?"

Orventa coughs softly.

Moving in graceful circles, Maellio dances a slow waltz with Orventa.

Eritheyl smiles softly at Morshoth.

You say to Ushaara, "Thus it seems you must find another, unfortunately."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Ileein, "Ah? Ah. Yes, certainly."

Moving in graceful circles, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman dances a slow waltz with an elegant elfen lady.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says, "It seems your date has asked before me, but I would be honoured if you would agree to dance with me next."

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace looks thoughtful and says, "Appears I was waltzing to a quickstep beat."

A dapper man wearing a golden mask selects a petite scone with basil and goat cheese, moving to stand near a chicken in an elegant gown, regarding the proceedings with some amusement.

An elegant elfen lady spins an unkempt lucidian repairwoman smoothly across the dance floor.

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace looks thoughtful and says, "Perhaps not as easy as I thought."

With an unsure glance at a grey-eyed gentleman, a lovely trill says, "Ah, yes. It would be an honor."

Professor Ileein Shevat extends his hand to the Archmage, stepping out onto the floor.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Ushaara, "It is a time for expression, dance as you will!"

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Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar delicately prances up to the Lady Chicken and offers the most charming smile.

A lovely trill releases her hand from the grey-eyed gentleman's grasp and curtseys politely to a dark-eyed gentleman.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk bows slightly before turning on his heel and departing to stand with the dapper gentleman wearing a golden mask.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk bows slightly to a dark-eyed gentleman with a slight grin.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems takes Ileein's hand, joining him for a dance.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "May haves dance?"

A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Mirazel's hands.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar bows, extending his right foreleg and gracefully lowering his horned head in turn.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation continues to sweep Eritheyl about the room, dipping him occasionally as he passes another couple.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman leans forwards to whisper something in the elfen's ear.

You ponder a mask of rainbow plumage thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

This mask covers the entire upper half of the face, landing just above
the lip. Dozens of feathers cover the entire mask, every colour of the
light spectrum visible. This plumage stretches out above the forehead,
hiding most of the hair behind. A short beak protrudes just at the
bottom of the mask, also covered in these rainbow feathers, giving the
look of a tropical bird to the wearer.
It has 56 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 3 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It does not retain any heat whatsoever.
It bears the distinctive mark of Professor Aithera Gordian.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk leans over to whisper something to the dapper gentleman.

You slip into a mask of rainbow plumage.

Set within the Grand Salle of Higher Emotions, which has been decorated to house such a magnificent event, is the Grand Hallifaxian Collectivist Ball. Tables and chairs line the room, atop which sit a large variety of food and drink for all to consume. Musicians can be seen playing their instruments, giving music for the guests to dance to. Numerous couples can be seen dancing throughout the room, each one paused in a dip. A grand streamer fills the entire ceiling area, atop which has been painted in a fine silver script "The Grand Hallifaxian Collectivist Ball."
It has 253 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 37 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation.

With a nervous laugh, a lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "I have not danced in a very long time, I am afraid."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies fans his wings as he twirls about with Morshoth, careful to avoid buffeting some unfortunate attendants.

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer dips Orventa low, trying his best not to glance at Turilira.

Professor Ileein Shevat carefully conducts Phoebus about the floor with care and focus, if not grace, in a steady, stately waltz. His robes flow about his feet as he steps cautiously in rhythm.

(Hallifax): Morshoth says, "If any citizens should come about who would like to join us, I can escort you in."

Confidentially, a dapper man wearing a golden mask says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "Shot down by the rabble? A pity."

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu smiles up at Maellio, amusement in her eyes.

(The IronHart Alliance): Morshoth says, "If any wish to join the Ball, i can come out of the Halls and let you teleport to me. We are having quite a bit of fun dancing at the moment, and there is food and drink."

An elegant elfen lady nods her head in understanding, murmuring something to the unkempt lucidian repairwoman in return. She looses her hands and does a spin upon the dance floor, her dress swirling gloriously around her feet.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a dapper man wearing a golden mask, "The opposite. She agreed to the next dance."

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace taps his toe in time with the music, observing the dancers from beside one of the crystal pillars.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation stops with Eritheyl in front of the chicken, then proceeds to shake his "tail feather", then continues the dance prior.

Phoebus glances askance at Morshoth.

Phoebus hides a grin behind her hand.

Mirazel slips into a lavender and gold mask.

You glance about uncertainly, your body turning a hazy shade of grey.

A lovely trill turns to a dapper man with a slight smirk, though she remains ever poised.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "Ah. Congratulations - it has been long enough in coming, I'm sure."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Eritheyl, "I shall be right back, have to get Drae and another guest."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman watches, allowing the spin, then steps in, smoothly taking the lead. The skirts of her gown flash briefly golden about the edges.

Professor Ileein Shevat breaks his waltz, stumbling as he gazes in mild horror at the display. He manages eventually to recover himself.

Eritheyl nods his head sagely at Morshoth.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies breaks away from his partner, taking up stance beside Ushaara.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Ushaara, "You know, you really should try it!"

An elegant elfen lady follows the lead of the repairwoman, light as a feather in the lucidian's arms.

(The IronHart Alliance): Morshoth says, "If any wish to teleport, I am outside the Halls now."

Curtseying, a lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "Shall we?"

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer stifles a laugh, twirling Orventa about as his tail wags in time with the music.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk gently takes the hand of a lovely trill, leading her to the dance floor.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk extends his arm to a lovely trill.

Jakir ponders the situation.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems continues her waltz with Ileein, with a rhythm that seems more practiced and methodical than spirited, as if her mind was far elsewhere.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says to Ushaara, "Shall we, Oberst?"

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream looks about him, flushed with excitement, the colors underneath his crystalline form shifting rapidly in hue.

Eritheyl urges Ushaara onwards.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman draws the elfen close, whispers something, then gives an odd, wry smile.

A lovely trill hesitates, glancing from a grey-eyed gentleman to a dark-eyed gentleman with sudden confusion.

Sordino arrives, following Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation.
Drae arrives, following Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation.

Eritheyl picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Lleuke doffs a dashing hat with a massive plume to Sordino.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Everyone, please welcome Sordino!"

Morshoth doffs a diamond crown of the eternal lovers to Sordino.

Phoebus inclines her head politely to Sordino.

Lleuke congratulates Sordino with some wild clapping.

Eritheyl flashes Sordino a joyous smile.

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

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu's wings beat in time to the music as well, giggling happily as she is whirled about. She leans in close to murmur in Maellio's ear.

Maellio doffs a black beret hat to Sordino.

Fayrin congratulates Sordino with some wild clapping.

Jakir inclines his head politely to Sordino.

Eritheyl tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Sordino says, "Good evening."

With a flourish of his arm, Sordino bows deeply.

Ushaara nods his head at Jakir.

Lleuke flashes Sordino a joyous smile.

Brushing his shoulders lightly, Sordino says, "Pardon me if I am not properly dressed."

Sordino shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

You say to Ushaara, "I claim it is a tradition that the Oberst be skilled at the event of dancing."

An elegant elfen lady presses a soft peck upon the lucidian's cheek, a smile drawing her lips.

Drae utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says to Ushaara, "You lead, and I shall try to keep up."

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace smiles and says to Jakir, "I'll let you lead."

A chicken in an elegant gown sweeps across the floor, leaping and twirling like a true master.

Eritheyl gives a lavender and gold mask to Sordino.

"Haha!" laughs Ushaara.

Professor Ileein Shevat whirls slowly backaround to near the refreshment table, his colours dull and suppressed. There, he steps backward, politely bowing to Phoebus.

Sordino ponders a lavender and gold mask thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

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

Glancing from one gentleman to the other, a lovely trill says, "Well I suppose there is no help for it. You must each dance with each other."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies smiles and says to Sordino, "There, now you should fit right in."

Lleuke nods his head at Sordino.

Sordino slips into a lavender and gold mask.

A chicken in an elegant gown strikes a pose.

Quietly, Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Do excuse me, Archmage, please."

Phoebus inclines her head politely to Ileein.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk withdraws his arm.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman stumbles abruptly, releasing the elfen as she careens backwards towards the trill.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman ponders the situation.

You whisper to Ileein, "Dancing is not much of a lucidian event, I think."

Coldly, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says, "Go dance. My lady."

Ileein shakes his head at you.

Stammering, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman exclaims, "Oh d-do beg your pardon!"

Lleuke tilts his head back for a moment, his form shifting slowly through the spectrum of colours.

Sordino ponders a lavender and gold mask thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to you, "On the contrary, the Professor is doing a rather marvelous job!"

Drae ponders the situation.

Morshoth fills a bottle from a furrowed coral keg.

Lleuke reaches over and ruffles Sordino's hair fondly.

Sordino peers at Lleuke unscrupulously.

An elegant elfen lady hides the smile sweetly behind a hand as she drifts off of the dance floor.

Lleuke utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman stumbles into the trill and draws her out onto the floor in a sweeping, leading movement.

A lovely trill turns to the dark-eyed gentleman with a protest on her lips, then shakes her head, recinding it and taking a grey-eyed gentleman's outstretched hand.

Fayrin flashes Sordino a joyous smile.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "There is now tea in the bottles, for any who wish to partake."

Professor Ileein Shevat observes the exchange between the gentleman and the trill, his form glimmering with discontented pink.

You say to Eritheyl, "You heard nothing."

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk gives a pained sigh.

You declare your intent to bear arms against Eritheyl.



Eritheyl fans his wings at you, bathing you in a cool gust of air.

You blanket Eritheyl's mind with psychic waves.
Eritheyl winces and rubs his temples.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman flutters her eyelashes at a grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk.

Sordino exclaims to Lleuke, "I am already unkempt around these wonderfully dressed people, no need to make me more unsightly!"

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Hoo."

Phoebus stares blankly at you.

A lovely trill gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow says, "My. I suppose the goat market did well this year."

Drae ponders a petite scone with basil and goat cheese thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

A lovely trill's eyes sparkle with amusement at Eritheyl.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Well, now that I'm through being assaulted."

Phoebus smiles wryly at Eritheyl.

Eritheyl glances askance at you.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask laughs mellifluously, drawing near to the dark-eyed gentleman in black silk. "A pity. You shall remain among the companionless a bit yet, I fear."

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream carefully preens and picks at Sordino's appearance, meticulously making him look a bit better from the ruffling.

Moving in graceful circles, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman dances a slow waltz with a lovely trill.

Lleuke nods his head emphatically.

A chicken in an elegant gown looks around furtively, brings her hand to her mouth and releases a small 'teehee'.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says, "Patience is a virtue, my friend."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to a grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk, "Why don't you two gentleman dance together, hm?"

Phoebus makes a short, vexed sound.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Not that one."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt whispers to Lleuke, "See i came prepared with a hat."

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar's tail sways happily.

Stammering, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman says, "I-it isn't s-seemly for m-men to argue on the d-dance floor."

Phoebus points accusingly at a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk.

Morshoth pours a chilled raspberry green tea from a bottle into a shot glass.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "That one."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman nods her head sagely.

Sordino lifts the mask to his face, pressing it firmly over his eyes with furrowed brows as he glares through the holes at Lleuke, blue eyes glinting.

Lleuke utters a deep, rumbling laugh at Fayrin.

Laughing politely, Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Ah, Archmage, the matriarchal instinct simply does not rest, does it?"

A lovely trill waltzes along with an unkempt lucidian repairman, cheeks flushed with gaiety.

A chicken in an elegant gown cackles hellishly.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Ileein, "Alas."

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace takes Jakir's hand and steps onto the dancefloor, standing awkwardly opposite him for a moment before assuming a classical hold. Listening carefully to the music for a moment, he then leads Jakir in a rather stiff dance around the dancefloor.

An elegant elfen lady steps over towards a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, saying lightly, "Unless you care to dance with me, of course."

Sordino ponders the situation.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman, "Would you like to dance?"

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk nods and extends his arm to an elegant elfen lady. "If you would do me the honour."

Eritheyl sits himself down on a small chair of platinum and wood and makes himself comfortable.

Drae ponders the situation.

Stammering, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman says, "B-but..."

Sordino peers at a chicken in an elegant gown unscrupulously.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk glares about himself, upset with the world.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman, "It would be my honour."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman glances at the trill in her arms, then releases her, raising one hand to peck the back of her hand.

Sordino says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "I am ashamed for you are more properly dressed than I."

An elegant elfen lady tucks her hand into the crook of the dark-eyed gentleman's elbow, nodding graciously.

Sordino gives a pained sigh.

Eritheyl sets a place for himself upon an elegant buffet table and dines elegantly upon a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Stammering, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman says, "B-but... well..."

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

A chicken in an elegant gown hums a happy tune.

Fayrin pats Sordino in a friendly manner.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman introduces the trill to the chicken with a courtly bow.

Raising an eyebrow at a grey-eyed gentleman, a lovely trill exclaims, "Why so dour? That's no mood for a ball!"

Draylor calls a major blessing of the Domotheos of War down upon the Holy Principality of New Celest.

Smiling up at Morshoth, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman says, "I w-would be d-delighted."

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk leads the elfen to the dance floor and places her hands on his person before leading her in an elegant dance.

Sordino asks a chicken in an elegant gown, "May I please askk who your tailor is?"

Morshoth bows respectfully to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman curtseys gracefully.

Lleuke flashes Sordino a joyous smile.

A chicken in an elegant gown says, "My will and imagination, silly person."

"Heh heh heh" Fayrin chuckles.

Crossing his arms on his chest, a brow furrowed, Sordino asks, "... pardon me?"

Sordino scratches his head in confusion.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems takes a scone and nibbles upon one corner disinterestedly.

Professor Ileein Shevat steps forward politely and taps a lovely trill on the shoulder, a little stiffly, and tilts his head in mild curiosity, flickering a pale amber.

A lovely trill curtseys low to a chicken in an elegant gown.

Mirazel tilts her head curiously at Veldrin.

You take a deep breath and allow your mind to calm, and your crystalline body begins to shift in colour.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation takes an unkempt lucidian repairwoman by the hand, then begins to glide around the room, sweeping her in small circles.

A chicken in an elegant gown nods her head at a lovely trill.

Professor Ileein Shevat whispers to a lovely trill, "When you are finished with this dance, perhaps, madam."

An elegant elfen lady follows the dark-eyed gentleman's steps with effortless grace, as light upon her feet as though she were a leaf in the breeze.

Flashing a radiant smile, a lovely trill says to Ileein, "It would be a pleasure."

Stratos appears to puff up slightly as his entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask glances to the lovely trill with a cool regard, content to watch her for a long moment before politely finishing his scone.

Professor Ileein Shevat steps back and picks up a scone, examining it with the utmost of critical intensity.

Ileein picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman stumbles over her own feet and into her own partner, seemingly quite clumsy. One elbow strikes a tray of drinks, sending it flying.

Sordino asks a chicken in an elegant gown, "... can you imagine me some fanciful clothing, then?"

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "You've a shahdahvar wishing for a dance, Madame Poultry."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Ileein, "My own recipe, try it!"

Lleuke picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu draws Maellio into a closer embrace, her wings buzzing to keep the spinning momentum of them both as they glide across the dance floor.

Sordino snaps his fingers.

A lovely trill politely takes her leave of the lucidian repairman, extending a hand to Ileein.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation dips the repairwoman in a small circle, before bringing her up once more, continuing the dance about the room.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar looks at a chicken in an elegant gown hopefully.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk murmurs into the elfen's ear as he continues to waltz with her.

Lleuke quickly devours a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Sordino picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain smiles nervously at Ushaara, as he carefully follows his lead attempting not to step upon his feet.

Sordino sits himself down on a small chair of platinum and wood and makes himself comfortable.

Professor Ileein Shevat politely takes the trill's hand and sweeps her carefully into a measured waltz, placing his hands carefully in the proscribed position to take the lead.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman stumbles to and fro, finally breaking away with flushed, red cheeks.

An elegant elfen lady finds her eyes drawn to the lovely trill, her lips set in a pensive line, and nods very slightly to the dark-eyed gentleman.

Morshoth mutters and traces the glowing symbol of a rose before him. He smiles as the rose floats towards him and enters his chest, making him somehow look much more attractive.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation begins to quicken his step, a small trot around the room with the repairwoman.

A lovely trill circles the room alongside Ileein, though her gaze keeps falling back towards the dark-eyed gentleman with faint concern.

Sordino crosses his legs on his chair, placing one thigh atop the other as he leans back against his chair with a smile, lips pursed as he glances at the dancers and their fine clothing, then down to his scone.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman stumbles about wildly, flailing for balance.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman, "You are quite a good dancer."

Sordino hides a grin behind his hand.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems leans against a pillar with scone in hand, observing the dancers - her gaze lingering upon one pair in particular.

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream leans thoughtfully against the wall, casting an amused glance about his surroundings.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman, "You must practice when you aren't out repairing things!"

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman blushes and stammers incoherently.

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu says, "Softly 'oh dear."

Orventa coughs softly.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk glances over at the lovely trill before leading his partner in a graceful twirl.

Morshoth bows respectfully to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman, "I shall let you get back to what I assume is your date."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman, "But thank you for the dance!"

Professor Ileein Shevat continues his stately spin around the floor with the trill woman, though he keeps one eye on the mild chaos surrounding the repairwoman. An unusually soft purple shimmers through his deepest core.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk glares angrily at Morshoth.

Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow peers at his talons thoughtfully, a bemused expression lighting his face.

You pick up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.
Taking a quick nibble from the scone's nearest corner, you can easily taste a blend of basil and garlic smoothed over with goat cheese.

Stammering, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman says, "O-oh... y-yes. And th-the scones look d-delightful..."

A dapper man wearing a golden mask glances askance to Phoebus, quirking a brow. "Why, confined to the wall already, Archmage? Such a travesty."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman flees the dance floor, blushed red throughout.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman, "Thank you, the Libretto's recipe!"

"Oh?" Stratos exclaims quizzically.

You consume a petite scone with basil and goat cheese leisurely, enjoying every bite.
Careful not to spill any crumbs, you break a small piece of the scone
off and place it into your mouth. The strong flavours of basil, butter
and a slight hint of garlic overtake your senses, paving the way for the
smoothness of goat cheese. Before long you note that the pastry has been
wholly devoured, leaving you only with a sleeve of crumbs which you
promptly discard.

An elegant elfen lady spins with exquisite flair, first away from and then unerringly back into the grey-eyed gentleman's arms. This time she briefly lays a hand upon his shoulder as though to draw his attention back to her.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems blinks, drawn out from her concentration.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Ah."

Stratos picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Stratos tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Phoebus, "Dance, dance!"

Stratos sniffs a petite scone with basil and goat cheese, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from it is.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "I did dance!"

Stratos puts his nose over a petite scone with basil and goat cheese and inhales.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Phoebus, "More dancing!"

Morshoth sweeps Phoebus across the floor, dazzling Phoebus with his footwork.

Eritheyl utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems fiddles absentmindedly with one of her wing feathers.

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Excessive dancing."

Orventa's eyes sparkle with amusement.

With a flicker of amusement, a lovely trill says to Ushaara, "And you, have you had your fill of dancing as well?"

Stratos nibbles tenderly on a petite scone with basil and goat cheese's ear.

Drae ponders Fayrin thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Fayrin stares implacably at Drae.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk says, "Shall I have the honour of a dance, Archmage?"

Comprehension flashes across Lleuke's face.

A lovely trill says, "Certainly it cannot be good form for two upstanding citizens to be wallflowers at all."

With a flourish of his arm, Lleuke bows deeply.

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace returning Jakir's smile, Ushaara pulses excitedly with shifting colours as a rare giddiness takes over him. He increases the speed of his dance with Jakir, now sweeping him the length of the ballroom in a giddy half-hop.

Sordino takes a pinch of the scone in his hands, pondering the basil covered pastry before tentatively placing it in his mouth, chewing slowly as he glances about with a smile at either its taste or the dancing of those around him, humming softly to the music.

Meekly, Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Ah, would...oh, certainly."

A chicken in an elegant gown licks a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk turns his attention back to the elfen and nods once, slowing them both as the dance nears completion.

Morshoth takes a drink from a shot glass.

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace says to a lovely trill, "Oops, next dance!"

Eritheyl ceases to wield a kaleidoscopic shield of fractal flowers in his left hand.

Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow says to Fayrin, "You know, feel free to dance about a bit. There is plenty of partners."

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk offers his hand with a slight bow.

Eritheyl's ears perk up as his attention turns towards Drae.

Inclining her head in gratitude, a lovely trill says to Ileein, "I thank you for the lovely waltz. You have most admirably poise."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems nods her head at the grey-eyed man, taking his hand with a gentle smile.

Professor Ileein Shevat's eyes twinkle with distant amusement as he brings his careful, courteous waltz to a gentle close, bowing to his partner.

Mirazel removes a lavender and gold mask.

Fayrin ponders the situation.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to an elegant elfen lady, "Thank you for the dance, my lady."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says, "But i have never danced before.."

Professor Ileein Shevat says to a lovely trill, "It was my utmost pleasure, madam."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman sways back and forth.

An elegant elfen lady sweeps into a deep curtsey at the conclusion of the dance, squeezing the hand of a dark-eyed gentleman softly before releasing him and gracing him with a smile.

Drae utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar sidles over to the refreshments, his long tongue snaking out to steal a scone with disappears into his mouth.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman nibbles at a scone nervously, her eyes darting this way and that.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk turns and looks pointedly at a lovely trill.

A chicken in an elegant gown gives Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Please, be sure to drink some tea, we have plenty!"

A lovely trill ventures over the other side of the room, curtseying to a dark-eyed gentleman.

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says to Drae, "Is not exactly an easy feat when you are always in armour."

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk swaggers to the dance floor, twirling Phoebus in an elegant dance.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk silently extends his arm with an incline of his head.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar licks his lips.

Undergraduate Stratos looks curiously at fayrin.

Stratos inclines his head politely to Fayrin.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "Is good scones, yes?"

An elegant elfen lady drifts along the sidelines of the dancers.

Professor Ileein Shevat retires to the side of the dance floor, smiling courteously at an unkempt lucidian repairwoman.

Stratos eats a petite scone with basil and goat cheese with obvious gusto.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman looks about in a panic, eyes darting across the floor.

A lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "I am afraid I left you rather rudely during the last dance."

It is now the 2nd of Shanthin, 318 years after the Coming of Estarra.

Undergraduate Stratos closes his eyes and savours the taste.

Barely raising his hand and asking as softly as he can, as to not disturb the dancers, Sordino asks, "We may take a bottle of tea?"

A dapper man wearing a golden mask smirks.

Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow says to Fayrin, "Well, nephew, I expect such an affliction to remedied before the end of the night. Now go, dance! Dazzle us with your capering leaps!"

Quietly, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says, "It is no matter."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Sordino, "Of course, the refreshments are for all."

Contritely, a lovely trill says, "Would you do me the honor of a dance, sir?"

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk says, "My apologies, Archmage. I am not much of a dancer."

Ileein picks up a bottle.

Ileein pours white peppermint tea from a bottle into a shot glass.

Ileein drops a bottle.

Penitent Mirazel reaches over and slips the mask from Veldrin's face , speaking softly, "would you like to dance my dear?"

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman stares implacably at a dapper man wearing a golden mask.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says, "If the lady would let me."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "I shall be right back."

Fayrin scratches his head looking for an idea.

Eritheyl gets up off a small chair of platinum and wood.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "I as well."

Mirazel leaves, following Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies.
Eritheyl leaves to the north.
He is followed by a grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman, and a dapper man wearing a golden mask.

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "He really must stop stealing the whole of the guests."

A dapper man wearing a golden mask wrinkles his nose in distaste.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask says, "How tiresome."

Fayrin shuffles his feet uneasily.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "He keeps stealing everyone."

Lleuke arrives, following Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman shuffles her feet uneasily.

A lovely trill laughs faintly, politely covering her mouth.

You say, "Perhaps they should cease to follow him."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "More guests are arriving!"

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer flips Orventa about, depositing her on his shoulders before walking over to the refreshments.

Stammering, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman exclaims, "B-but... he's j-just so... commanding!"

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "Where were we?"

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman blushes a brilliant crimson.

Kyair arrives, following Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies.
Mirazel arrives, following Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies.
Eritheyl arrives from the north.

Sordino smiles and says to Lleuke, "Decided to come back?"

Sordino takes a drink from a bottle.

A lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "Come. Let us dance, then."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Stealing guests, and bringing new ones."

Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Eritheyl makes a quiet clicking noise.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk gives a pained sigh.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar sways back and forth.

A lovely trill extends a hand, the picture of sincerity.

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream says to Sordino, "I had to check on something."

Lleuke nods his head emphatically.

An elegant elfen lady steps daintily over to the side of a dapper man and greets him cordially.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "I am clearly a fine host!"

Penitent Mirazel says to Veldrin, "I do not think we have danced formally since the wedding?"

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk takes the hand of a lovely trill and leads her to the centre of the dance floor.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems continues her dance with graceful steps, politely leading when her grey-eyed partner's footwork becomes uncertain. "It's no trouble, I assure you. I am a capable dancer."

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Eritheyl, "Or a magnetic one."

Eritheyl smiles wryly at Maellio.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk beams broadly at Phoebus.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Kyair, "Oh, mother! There are scones and tea, if you fancy a bit of refreshment."

Revan looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Utterly entranced, Kyair emits a long "Ooooh."

You say to Maellio, "Perhaps there is little difference."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says to Sordino, "Care to dance? ...I'm not that great at it but..."

Orventa flashes Kyair a joyous smile.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask flicks his gaze to the new arrivals, a faint smile curling his lips as he produces a flute of champagne from nowhere in particular.

Eritheyl glances askance at a dapper man wearing a golden mask.

Sordino blinks.

Sordino peers about himself unscrupulously.

As he glides her across the ballroom floor, a lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "Are you enjoying the ball, then?"

Kyair picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain stops dancing suddenly, shaking his head at Ushaara and breathing heavily.

Flustered, his eyes going wide, Sordino asks, "O-Oh! Wait, me?"

Sordino peers about himself unscrupulously.

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says, "Yes."

Ushaara shuffles his feet uneasily.

Sordino looks over his shoulder, blinking.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk allows himself to be lead by his partner's graceful movements and sure footwork.

Sordino sets a place for himself upon an elegant buffet table and dines elegantly upon a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

With a soft smile to the dapper man, an elegant elfen lady says, "Are you enjoying the festivities?"

Panting, Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says, "Dancing like that while in armour is a bit tiresome, Oberst."

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace says to Jakir, "Ah, perhaps I was a bit too energetic there, Apologies."

Sordino says, "Well..."

Sordino closes his eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of his surroundings.

Lleuke sits himself down on a small chair of platinum and wood and makes himself comfortable.

Accompanied by a warm brass beat, the music swells into a grand crescendo rife with elation and ebullience that inspires the timeless waltz with renewed vigor.

Ushaara nods his head at Jakir.

Maellio sits himself down on a small chair of platinum and wood and makes himself comfortable.

As he begins to lead her in an elegant dance, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "Balls are not my idea of suitable recreation, but it suffices. I'm surprised to see you here, and am pleased by your... attendance."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Ushaara, "Have no fear!"

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace smiles and says to Jakir, "Thank you for the dance."

Standing up and dusting his clothes free of some stray crumbs, Sordino says to Fayrin, "Pardon me if I do not quite know how to do this."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "If you don't have a dance partner, would you like to dance?"

Sordino says to Fayrin, "I am more of a singer than a dancer."

Sordino glances askance.

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says, "I can lead i guess."

A chicken in an elegant gown says, "Here I thought you were an expert in balls."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies steps in and takes Ushaara rather suddenly by the waist, twirling about somewhat carelessly.

Softly, a lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "You may thank my escort for that. I must admit my surprise at seeing your presence as well."

Revan grins mischievously at Mirazel.

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says, "Ive have watched the other guests enough."

Fayrin ponders the situation.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says to Ushaara, "It was an honour, Oberst."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman shreds another scone and absently scratches at her nose.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems appears troubled, as if forcing herself to keep a comment in her mind, and not out loud.

Kyair, the Dreamer's Alchemist whispers, "A chicken in a gown?"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "May I have a dance?"

A dapper man wearing a golden mask's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream whispers, "Don't question it!"

Sordino bows corteously to Fayrin, rising with a smile as he nods with a nervous whisper, "Well, if you may, shall you lead?"

A chicken in an elegant gown stares implacably at Kyair.

You say to Kyair, "Queen of Poultryness."

Showing that he understands, Fayrin nods his head slowly.

Comprehension flashes across Kyair's face.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says, "To krair I have seen odder things."

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "I am here on whim, more or less. But you... I trust you have already fallen in love with this floating city."

Revan looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

Whispering, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman says, "A Queen Most Fowl."

Drae utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

A chicken in an elegant gown nods regally.

Lleuke utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk glares furiously at an unkempt lucidian repair woman.

Stratos utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace looses a laugh at Eritheyl, all his lucidian reserve vanished in the merriment of the occasion.

Maellio snickers softly to himself.

Lleuke takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of his face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

Ileein's eyes twinkle enchantingly at an unkempt lucidian repairwoman.

Stratos takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of his face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

Penitent Mirazel takes Veldrin lovingly by the hand and leads her to a less busy area to begin a slow and elegant dance.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sweeps up a chicken in an elegant gown, beginning a slow waltz.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems looks over at the trill and her partner with interest, casually listening in on their conversation.

Orventa picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman flutters her eyelashes at a grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says to Stratos, "Allow me to catch my breath, and we shall dance."

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk's eyes sparkle with amusement at Phoebus.

Maellio picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Maellio sets a place for himself upon an elegant buffet table and dines elegantly upon a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says, "Mm, a moment."

Glancing about her, a lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "It is certainly different, and yet familiar. I cannot place where or why that is."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt takes Sordino's hand and walks onto the dance floor. Fumbling for a moment as he sets himself into position and glides from back to side attempting to waltz.

Breaking politely away from her dance partner, Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "If you'll pardon me?"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation with a steady rhythm, he continues the graceful up and down motion with the chicken, occasionally putting in a quick spin.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk says, "Thank you for the dance, Archmage."

A chicken in an elegant gown gives Kyair the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

With a flourish of her arm, Phoebus bows deeply.

Undergraduate Stratos says to Jakir, "As you wish."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman stumbles into the dance floor, and up to the grey-eyed gentleman.

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu nibbles at her scone, being careful not to get crumbs on Maellio's fine suit from her perch on his shoulder.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Likewise, sir."

Professor Ileein Shevat nibbles lightly upon his scone with one hand, ensuring with the other that the crumbs are safely dislodged from the breast of his opulent silk robes.

Revan looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Stammering, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman says, "P-perhaps we should d-dance."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt whispers to Sordino, "Sorry if i step on your feet."

Fayrin looks about himself suspiciously.

Phoebus ruffles her own hair, attempting to make herself presentable.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems fiddles absentmindedly with one of her wing feathers.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation begins to lengthen his steps with the chicken, waltzing about the room, cautious of all others around.

Sordino blinks and anxiously squeezes Fayrin's hand a bit more than firmly, nodding as he places his other hand on his shoulder. "1-2-3," Sordino whispers nervously to himself, much too preoccupied with glancing down on his and his partner's feet, trying to keep track.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Ushaara, "Oberst?"

As he twirls the trill about gracefully, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "I am sure. It must remind you of your dreams."

An elegant elfen lady glides around the perimeter of the dance floor alone, quietly watching the dancers.

A chicken in an elegant gown looks about herself suspiciously.

"Heh heh heh" Fayrin chuckles.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar snuffles softly.

Attempting levity, a lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "Since when have you been interested in the realm of dreams?"

Sordino says to Fayrin, "Pardon me if I cause us to fall. The earth shall surely swallow me from my embarassment if I do."

Sordino glances askance.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Ushaara, "When you have a chance, that is, would you care to dance?"

Lleuke bows respectfully to an elegant elfen lady.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "With me?"

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream says to an elegant elfen lady, "May I have this dance?"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation dips the chicken low to the ground, then rises back up, with one final twirl.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Phoebus, "Provided I don't drop him and break something, feel free to take over!"

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk raises an eyebrow at an unkempt lucidian repairwoman.

An elegant elfen lady smiles radiantly at Lleuke and offers him her hand.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "I am not. But these days, dreams are all we have, you and I."

Professor Ileein Shevat says to Sordino, "Oh, do not worry about that, dearest guest. The earth is far, far below us indeed."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies twirls Ushaara about the room gracefully, easing him into a slight, obviously uncomfortable dip.

Moving in graceful circles, Fayrin dances a slow waltz with Sordino.

Sordino blinks incredulously at Veldrin.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation bows low to the ground, placing the chicken once more upon its two feet, lightly kissing the tip of her wing.

Sordino exclaims to Veldrin, "I-I did not mean it literally!"

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar noses at the other refreshments, nabbing scones, fruits, cheeses with ease.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman smiles softly.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "Thank you for the dance, your Highness."

Sordino shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

Veldrin snickers softly to herself.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies returns Ushaara to a standing position, breaking away and rubbing his arms with a soft whine.

A chicken in an elegant gown says, "You touched me?"

Mirazel tilts her head curiously.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Phoebus, "Yes, do avoid that maneuver."

A chicken in an elegant gown stares implacably at Morshoth.

Becoming flustered as they twirl, a lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "Perhaps that is so. I--ah, I never expected you to be much of a dancer."

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue takes a sip of champagne as he watches the dance with mild amusement.

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream takes the hand of an elegant elfen lady, smiling charmingly as he leads her to the dancefloor. Quickly arranging himself into position, he begins to lead an elegant elfen lady into a slow and flowing waltz.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "I thought the nod was in response to me asking to dance, i apologize."

Mirazel smiles wryly at Veldrin.

Sordino clears his throat as he glances back to Fayrin, grinding his teeth together as he squeezes Fayrin's shoulder tensely as he slowly gets the rhythm of moving his feet, inhaling deeply, holding his breath as his wings begin to flap as he attempts to retain his balance.

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says to Sordino, "I should ask lleuke to teach me to dance later."

Looking over his shoulder to Phoebus as he seeks a route to escape from the Grand Libretto's hold, Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace says, "Umm, yes, provided I come out of this one alive."

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "He danced a whole bobbing waltz with you."

Eyes sparkling with amusement from behind his mask, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "I dance a different sort of dance, my lady, but it is not too different. There is a measure of elegance in both."

Revan tilts his head curiously at Morshoth.

Fayrin smiles softly at Sordino.

Morshoth freezes in place, and you watch in awe as he is quickly transformed into a small, but lovely, shrubbery.

Sordino says to Fayrin, "Yes, we should."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says, "You can relax you wont fall."

An elegant elfen lady gladly follows the lead of her dancing partner Lleuke, as light as a feather in his arms as she spins with him across the floor.

A chicken in an elegant gown coughs softly.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Oh dear."

A chicken in an elegant gown pets Morshoth ingratiatingly.

The small shrubbery, sitting mildly over there, rustles a bit.

Moving in graceful circles, Lleuke dances a slow waltz with an elegant elfen lady.

The small shrubbery, sitting mildly over there, rustles a bit.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "My co-host, he's grown leaves!"

The small shrubbery, sitting mildly over there, rustles a bit.

The small shrubbery, sitting mildly over there, rustles a bit.

Veldrin, Whispering Dirge looks up at Mirazel with a smile as she easily matches her foot work, swaying softly with the music.

Eritheyl frets over everything that might go wrong.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask hides a grin behind his hand.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar blinks.

A chicken in an elegant gown says, "A clever mask indeed."

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain looks around with a stern expression upon his face and he reaches his hand out towards Stratos. "Would you care to dance?"

A chicken in an elegant gown cackles hellishly.

Slowly relaxing within the waltz, Sordino says, "Those Moondancers know their dances and moonbeams, it seems."

Maellio blinks.

The small shrubbery, sitting mildly over there, rustles a bit.

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."

The small shrubbery, sitting mildly over there, rustles a bit.

The small shrubbery, sitting mildly over there, rustles a bit.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk peer morshoth.

The small shrubbery, sitting mildly over there, rustles a bit.

Sordino says, "... did I just see a shrub?"

A dapper man wearing a golden mask says, "Oh, dear. Someone fetch the clippers."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Do turn him back."

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says, "It seems the shrubbery wishes to dance."

Sordino asks, "What is it?"

Ushaara stumbles and pokes himself in the eye.

Revan utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies exclaims, "My poor Opus!"

Undergraduate Stratos inclines his head to Jakir and says "Certainly Sir."

Morshoth shakes his head.

Professor Ileein Shevat says to Ushaara, "Oberst, I believe we will require the Ministry of Peace Botanical Corrections Squad."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman seizes a moment of opportunity and whirls the grey-eyed gentleman into a waltz.

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Call the botanist."

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace asks Phoebus, "Perhaps your shears?"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Remember to never let me touch the Lady Chicken again."

A chicken in an elegant gown hums a happy tune.

You say to Morshoth, "Enjoy your greenery?"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "I do apologize."

Eritheyl wipes the back of his hand across his brow in relief.

An elegant elfen lady leans to whisper quietly to Lleuke as they waltz across the floor.

Glancing over her shoulder, a lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "What a sight this ball is! Chickens and shrubbery."

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk recoils in digust, seething with barely contained rage.

Undergraduate Stratos says to Jakir, "If you will lead?"

Undergraduate Stratos takes Jakir's offered hand.

Phoebus clears her throat.

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream flows about the dancefloor, a look of intense passion on his face as he leads an elegant elfen lady gracefully in between the other dancers, moving effortlessly.

Phoebus looks at Ushaara hopefully.

Stammering, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman exclaims, "S-surely you would not c-cause a scene, sir!"

Chuckling, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "Indeed. Certainly not what I expected from a Hallifaxian ball."

Eyebrow raised, a lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "And what would you expect, then?"

Revan looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk says, "You will keep your filthy hands from my person."

Eritheyl urges Ushaara onwards.

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream finally takes an elegant elfen lady in one more full spin before kindly taking her to the side of the dancefloor.

Lleuke bows respectfully to an elegant elfen lady.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Oh dear."

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman sniffles softly.

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream says to an elegant elfen lady, "The pleasure was all mine."

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace breaks away from Eritheyl in relief.

Stratos urges Jakir onwards.

Ushaara nods his head at Phoebus.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask strides up behind the repairwoman, offering the grey-eyed gentleman a pointed frown. "Such animosity is most unbecomin of you, sir."

Professor Ileein Shevat finishes his scone and stands stiffly at the side of the dance floor, watching the goings-on with mildly frustrated pink shimmering throughout his hands and face.

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace asks Phoebus, "Shall we then?"

An elegant elfen lady squeezes Lleuke's hand as the dance ends, her face under the mask flushed and smiling.

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

Phoebus bows respectfully to Ushaara.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman whirls on a heel, her eyes briefly glowing with brillaint light.

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace extends his hand to Phoebus.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies whispers, "Ahhtata, please refrain from inviting hostility into the Salle!"

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt spins across the floor slowly leading Sordino as he gets used to the footwork and making sure not to go to fast to avoid becoming dizzy.

Continuing to lead her around the ballroom, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "Stiff pleasantries. Collectivist drivel. But not you, my lady. For that, I am pleased I came."

Eritheyl chews on his lip, deep in thought.

Her voice a flat, hissing monotone, an unkempt lucidian repairwoman says, "This does not concern you."

Voice growing subdued, a lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "It has been a long time...hasn't it? Longer than I can remember properly."

Professor Ileein Shevat coughs in slight surprise, gazing flatly at the dark-eyed gentleman.

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt slows and leads Sordino off the dance floor and bows deeply.

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says, "Thank you for the dance."

Sordino smiles softly.

Sordino laughingly says, "To faayrin likewise."

Sordino clears his throat.

Sordino laughingly says to Fayrin, "Likewise."

Sordino nods his head emphatically.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain overlooking the new bit of greenery, he gently pulls Stratos close to him and proceeds to dance slowly to the beat of the music.

Sordino takes a drink from a bottle.

Morshoth takes a drink from a shot glass.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems shoots a cold glance at the dark-eyed man, softening her expression before she returns her gaze forward, taking Ushaara's hand gracefully.

Stratos takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of his face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Eritheyl, "May I have one more dance?"

Penitent Mirazel lets her wings unfurl softly as she continues to glide about with Veldrin in a slow dance.

Resuming his seat on his chair, Sordino says, "Ah, time for a scone break."

"Hmph!" Drae snorts.

Lleuke flashes Sordino a joyous smile.

Sordino picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

A dapper man wearing a golden mask lifts a cautious hand, offering a surprised, mellifluous laugh. "Very well," he chuckles, "Forgive me my good manners." And as soon as that, the man is gone, reappearing at the sidelines alongside Revan, champagne in hand.

Sordino asks Lleuke, "Hrm?"

Quietly, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "It has been ages and ages, my dear lady. Very few of us remember, and for that, we share something in common." He pauses. "A few things in common, really."

Sordino smiles softly.

Eritheyl nods his head at Morshoth, showing his acceptance.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman stares implacably about herself.

Kyair puts her nose over a petite scone with basil and goat cheese and inhales.

Sordino says to Kyair, "I tried that earlier, snorted some basil."

Sordino wrinkles his nose in distaste.

Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow says to Sordino, "Scone break, please. Deadly food to include at a ball, if you ask me."

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar settles down upon a low chair, plucking grapes discreetly from the nearby table, he glances up furtively now and then.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman leans forwards, her eyes flashing with ire, and whispers something long and low in the grey-eyed gentleman's ear. With a sniff, she turns on her heel and returns to the sidelines.

Kyair, the Dreamer's Alchemist says to Sordino, "It smells absolutely fantastic!"

Lleuke utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk bows stiffly to an unkempt lucidian repairwoman before stalking off.

Lleuke picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue nods to the dapper gentleman, accepting the champagne and taking a minute sip, his sharp eyes cast over the dance floor.

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

Lleuke sniffs a petite scone with basil and goat cheese, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from it is.

Sordino says, "It does, until some basil gets up your nose."

Sordino twiddles his thumbs.

Lleuke sets a place for himself upon an elegant buffet table and dines elegantly upon a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Eritheyl clears his throat.

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream says, "I think they're marvelous."

Professor Ileein Shevat eyes the ceiling, deep in thought.

Lleuke nods his head emphatically.

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says to Lleuke, "You will need to give me some pointers on dancing."

Maellio picks up a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Sordino sets a place for himself upon an elegant buffet table and dines elegantly upon a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Maellio sets a place for himself upon an elegant buffet table and dines elegantly upon a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Lleuke chuckles long and heartily.

Undergraduate Stratos follows Jakir's steps carefully, swaying slightly to the music.

Sordino says to Lleuke, "Ditto."

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream waves his hand dismissively.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Citizens and guests alike!"

Fayrin sits himself down on a small chair of platinum and wood and makes himself comfortable.

Lleuke's ears perk up as his attention turns towards Eritheyl.

Phoebus glances askance at Eritheyl.

Maellio tilts his head curiously at Eritheyl.

Kyair, the Dreamer's Alchemist says to Sordino, "You must know exactly where to find its rich smell without getting basil up your nose."

Kyair's eyes sparkle with amusement at Sordino.

Fayrin tilts his head and listens intently to Eritheyl.

An elegant elfen lady sets a place for herself upon an elegant buffet table and dines elegantly upon a petite scone with basil and goat cheese.

Morshoth tilts his head and listens intently to Eritheyl.

Stratos tilts his head and listens intently to Eritheyl.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain stops dancing abruptly, and looks over towards Eritheyl.

Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow says, "I think the preponderance of cheese was not approved with Dracnari in mind."

Drae peers about himself unscrupulously.

Rubbing his nose, Sordino says to Kyair, "... I am quite silly, I do not, sadly."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "When you have concluded your bouts of dancing and whimsy, I will be leading the procession to the Skylark Demiplane for the commemorative wargames. Feel free to take your time, or remain here in the Salle with the Opus and company."

A lovely trill says to a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk, "How is your sister, by the way?"

Lleuke ponders the situation.

An elegant elfen lady dabs at her mouth with a napkin as she gets up from the table.

You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.

His voice pointedly cold, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "She is well. She has changed much since the days of old. How is yours?"

(Order): Zvoltz says, "I bring a date and she runs off with other men. Just My luck."

Undergraduate Stratos whispers to Jakir, "I think I will have to stay. I do not wish to compete in the Games."

(Order): Phoebus says, "Oho?"

Drae pats Fayrin in a friendly manner.

(Order): Eritheyl says, "Clearly, you must dazzle her with Your footwork some more!"

Suddenly breaking away, her voice gone soft, a lovely trill says, "I believe we have monopolized enough of one another's time, sir."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "All who do not wish to participate can stay here with me and enjoy more food and dancing."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says to Drae, "Hmm?"

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems glances woefully at Ushaara with the realization that her chance to dance with him may be cut short.

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says to Drae, "Ha i danced to!"

Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow says to Fayrin, "Enjoy the dance? I told you it wasn't hard."

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream leans his elbow on the buffet table, head resting in his hand- the perfect visage of staying put.

Quietly, after a long pause, a dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "I have lost my sister too."

A lovely trill curtseys with stiff politeness.

(Order): Ushaara says, "I've been too excited to properly track what everyone is doing, heh."

(Order): Maellio says, "I am sure You shall win Her over, else already have."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says, "It was hard..."

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain continues to dance with Stratos swaying slowly with him smiling softly.

Quietly, a lovely trill says, "I know."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says, "I didnt bring my good rapiers."

Fayrin shrugs helplessly.

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu turns around to refill her glass, catching Turilira with grape in tongue. She shakes her head.

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says, "Ill be staying here."

Lleuke nods his head emphatically.

(Order): Zvoltz says, "I do not wish to win Her over. I am merely providing a gentlemanly escort."

You sense the sweeping gaze of Lawliet looking upon you.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "I will need to change if we are to do any fighting."

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar slumps down dejectedly.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk slows the dance to a stop and draws the lovely trill away from the dance floor by the hand.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies has lost you.

Drae utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Eritheyl hums a happy tune.

Eritheyl leaves to the north.

(Hallifax): Lawliet says, "Greetings, Hallifax."

(Order): You say, "That makes for less exciting gossip, Lord."

Stratos smiles softly.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue blinks at his champagne for a moment, before giving then sapper man a curteous nod with a hint of a glare.

(Hallifax): Eritheyl says, "Greetings, Castellan!"

(Order): Maellio says, "Fair enough."

Fayrin pats Drae in a friendly manner.

(Hallifax): Jakir says, "Tidings, Castellan."

(Hallifax): Stratos says, "Greetings, Castellan."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says to Drae, "I will have my revenge dear uncle."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "After the games, we will have another performance, a few songs, then will have a quick game of vengeance before dinner."

(Hallifax): Maellio says, "Tidings Castellan."

(Order): Ushaara says, "And I had thought You were here with Lord Raezon."

You have been granted permission to join the event in Skylark Commemorative Demiplane.

Lleuke beams broadly.

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

Orventa reaches over and ruffles Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar's hair fondly.

Rising to the beat of a thumping bass, a lively percussion carries a charming waltz with a whirlwind of quick, upbeat notes that never once break meter.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar's ears perk up as his attention turns towards Mirazel.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar's ears perk up as his attention turns towards Orventa.

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says to a lovely trill, "Thank you for the dance, my lady. I have a feeling we will be seeing more of each other."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says to Sordino, "Their proformances have been wonderful you will like it."

Lleuke nods his head at Sordino.

Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow says, "I rather like the idea of large group in resplendent finery running about attempting to murder each other. Evocative in quite the unsubtle way."

Curtseying once more, a lovely trill says, "I am glad it was not a waste of your time."

Sordino tilts his head curiously at Fayrin.

Sordino asks, "Where?"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "The wargames will be open soon for all who wish to join, but for now, let's continue the dancing!"


Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says to Drae, "Dont die to fast."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Morshoth, "Let me know when I ought to get changed."

Drae utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Phoebus peers at a captivating gown of tessellating flowers unscrupulously.

A WARGAMES event has just been initialised in Skylark Commemorative Demiplane.
- JOIN WARGAMES SKYLARK to participate.
- HELP WARGAMES to read about what it is.
- Number of Teams: 2
- Maximum Team Size: 10
- Forced Even Teams: YES
- Fee: 3 gold per level
- Levels 10 to any level.

A chicken in an elegant gown says, "I shall not participate."

Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt says, "Good luck everyone!"

A chicken in an elegant gown says, "Thank you for a lovely time."

Morshoth looks around vainly for a partner to tango with.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says, "To repairwoman might I have a word with you, my good repairwoman? I find that my watch is broken."

A chicken in an elegant gown says, "Shall I remove my mask?"

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream says, "May the odds be ever in your favor!..."

Sordino tilts his head curiously at Morshoth.

Revan gives a pained sigh.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to a chicken in an elegant gown, "If you wish, but the dinner will happen soon."

Fayrin utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu says to Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar, "Just leave some for us yes?"

Ushaara gives a pained sigh.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Ushaara, "Will you be participating in the wargames, Oberst?"

A blinding light surrounds a chicken in an elegant gown which erupts into an incandescent fountain of sparkling motes that form into the form of Estarra the Eternal.

Estarra appears out of thin air.

Phoebus blinks.

Sordino blinks.

Ushaara utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Morshoth shimmers into existence before you.

Stratos gives a horrified gasp.

Morshoth mutters and traces a glowing circle before him. He steps through the circle and suddenly vanishes from sight.

Sordino says, "... Oh... My."

Jakir blinks.

"Wow!" Fayrin exclaims!

Maellio claps his hands together merrily.

Kyair curtseys gracefully before Estarra.

Sordino blinks.

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

Estarra the Eternal says, "Alas, I shall decline."

Ushaara bows respectfully to Estarra.

Penitent Mirazel slow seems to bring the dance to a stop, a grin creeping across her face before she sweeps Veldrin into a tempestuous tango that ends in a low dip, threatening a kiss that she withdraws from for formality's sake.

Phoebus bows respectfully to Estarra.

Sordino congratulates Estarra with some wild clapping.

Fayrin bows respectfully to Estarra.

Stratos bows respectfully to Estarra.

Professor Ileein Shevat inclines his head respectfully, his crown glittering amidst his head spikes.

Maellio bows respectfully to Estarra.

Morshoth bows respectfully to Estarra.

Estarra the Eternal says, "It was a pleasure, mortals."

Drae bows respectfully to Estarra.

Orventa curtseys gracefully before Estarra.

Jakir gives Estarra a respectful salute.

Lleuke bows respectfully to Estarra.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Estarra, "Thank You for joining us, Lady Estarra."

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

A dark-eyed gentleman in black silk says, "I shall have to decline as well. My business requires me to be elsewhere."

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk bows respectfully to Estarra.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Estarra, "And I do apologize for dancing with You."

Estarra nods Her head emphatically.

With a flourish of her arm, Veldrin bows deeply.

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream says to Estarra, "It is a pleasure to be before you."

Eritheyl arrives from the north.

An unkempt lucidian repairwoman claps her hands together once, sharply. The hall seems to rumble in response.

Eritheyl's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

"Oooooooooh!" Morshoth says, eyes wide with wonder.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Oh dear, what have I missed now..."

Eritheyl frets over everything that might go wrong.

With a shattering, the lucidian dissolves into nothing, falling apart into coppery streams of light.

The shifting aura of arms focuses briefly into six palms, the eyes staring unblinkingly upon you from within Mysrai's limbs.

Sordino blinks.

Jakir blinks.

Absently, Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Oh, nothing much, obviously."

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "Indeed, this has been surprisingly pleasing."

Eritheyl flashes Mysrai a joyous smile.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says, "The Lord-Lady as well."

Morshoth bows respectfully to Mysrai.

Fayrin scratches his head looking for an idea.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "We shall leave fair Hallifax with a gift."

Phoebus sucks thoughtfully on a mandala pendant necklace.

Ushaara's crystalline form shifts to a cool sky-blue colour as he looks about.

Lleuke coughs softly.

The form of a dark-eyed gentlemen in black silk begins to bleed onto the ground, the thick liquid churning and coalescing into the form of Shikari, the Predator.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Mysrai, "Thank You for joining us!"

Shikari appears out of thin air.

Sordino blinks.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Ahh!"

Jakir puts his hand to his forehead and swoons.

Opening his mouth wide, Sordino gapes in wonder.

Fayrin bows respectfully to Mysrai.

Morshoth bows respectfully to Shikari.

Mysrai smirks at a grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Oh dear!"

Stratos bows respectfully to Mysrai.

Revan looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Stratos bows respectfully to Shikari.

With a flourish of his arm, Lleuke bows deeply.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Shikari, "And thank You as well, Lord!"

Jakir gives Mysrai a respectful salute.

Sordino says, "... I feel quite tiny here."

Jakir gives Shikari a respectful salute.

You say to Morshoth, "Quite a group you invited, Opus."

Professor Ileein Shevat studiously maintains his respectful pose, the colours draining from his body as though deliberately suppressed.

Fayrin pats Sordino in a friendly manner.

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

An elegant elfen lady hides her small laugh behind her hand.

Veldrin grins mischievously at Mirazel.

Shikari, the Predator glances coolly around Himself, giving one last respectful nod to the lovely trill before turning away.

The Thousandfold raises her arms, and the foundations of the Opera house begin to shake.

The tension lifts and the sounds of life return as Shikari, the Predator fades seamlessly into the aether.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies exclaims, "Oh dear, oh dear!"

Mysrai smiles softly.

A grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk exclaims, "Don't You dare, Mysrai!"

Mysrai gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies braces himself against a nearby column, fearing collapse.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems hastily bows to all of the Divine revealing Themselves.

The elfen lady spins in place and dissipates into scattered sparks of colour, which quickly draw together into the form of Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Hello, hello, please don't destroy our building, but hello."

Morshoth bows respectfully to Maylea.

Eritheyl's ears perk up as his attention turns towards Maylea.

Phoebus bows respectfully to Maylea.

With a great rumbling, chiming, and not a bit of cracking, the Opera House moves ever so slightly to the right - exactly an inch - and settles.

Orventa curtseys gracefully before Maylea.

Stratos bows respectfully to Maylea.

Sordino blinks.

Sordino says, "... Uh.."

Ushaara peers about himself unscrupulously.

Drae utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Lleuke beams broadly at Maylea.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "We trust this will be entertainment enough, Our Brother."

Lleuke bows respectfully to Maylea.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Maylea, "Glad to see You could make it, so soon after Your awakening!"

Estarra gives Sordino the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue takes another sip of his champagne, thoroughly amused.

Maellio bows respectfully to Maylea.

Fayrin bows respectfully to Maylea.

A single star-scattered eye winks from the palm of a hand held over Mysrai's blue-lipped mouth.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says to Eritheyl, "They said a gift, I don't think collapsing the Salle would be considered."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Maylea, "Ah, I've not seen You in ages upon ages! Please to re-make Your acquaintance!"

A dapper gentleman wearing a golden mask glares thunderously at Mysrai, a sizzling hiss and the scent of ozone rising up as his form churns and expands, resolving into the form of Morgfyre, the Legion.

Maylea curtseys gracefully before Morshoth.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "You never know."

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream softly says, "Lisey..." before his sentence fades.

Jakir gives Maylea a respectful salute.

Sordino blinks.

Revan inclines his head respectfully to Morgfyre and reverently forms the unbroken circle of the Ouroboros with his fingers.

Phoebus bows respectfully to Morgfyre.

Stratos bows respectfully to Morgfyre.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says, "Hail, God-King."

Morshoth bows respectfully to Morgfyre.

Ileein inclines his head politely to Morgfyre.

Veldrin inclines her head respectfully to Morgfyre and reverently forms the unbroken circle of the Ouroboros with her fingers.

Fayrin bows respectfully to Morgfyre.

Jakir gives Morgfyre a respectful salute.

Estarra the Eternal says, "God-King?"

Mirazel bows respectfully to Morgfyre.

Ushaara gives the world a smart salute.

Estarra gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Morgfyre, "Thank You for joining us as well, Lord Morgfyre!"

Revan nods his head sagely.

Veldrin, Whispering Dirge says, "Hail, Lord Legion."

The Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony suddenly begins to glow from its place over Morshoth's chest until its many gemstones shine with a near-blinding incandescence before dimming to its normal brilliance, ripples of harmonic energy emanating for several moments after.

Kyair curtseys gracefully before Morgfyre.

Professor Ileein Shevat sniffs slightly to himself.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "It is quite great to see all of You here, thank You all for coming!"

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

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "I did so enjoy Your costumes!"

Energy crackles around a grey-eyed gentleman clad in mercurial silk as his form bursts outward, taking the shape of Zvoltz, the Architect.

Sordino blinks.

Ushaara gives Zvoltz a respectful salute.

A lovely trill idly twirls a head feather in thought.

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

Morshoth bows respectfully to Zvoltz.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "You are late, Brother."

Jakir gives Zvoltz a respectful salute.

Kyair curtseys gracefully before Zvoltz.

Morgfyre's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Fayrin bows respectfully to Zvoltz.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says, "I do not think even the first Bloodfair had this much of a turnout."

With a flourish of his arm, Lleuke bows deeply.

Eritheyl's ears perk up as his attention turns towards a lovely trill.

Stratos bows respectfully to Zvoltz.

Maellio bows respectfully to Zvoltz.

Phoebus bows respectfully to Zvoltz.

Professor Ileein Shevat inclines his head respectfully to Zvoltz.

Sordino ponders a lovely trill thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Mirazel ponders Morgfyre thoughtfully, looking Him up and down.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says, "Hail, Lord Architech."

Hinting at twisted delights, a wicked voice says, "Interesting. More interesting than perhaps We expected."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Revan, "Did you invite Them all?"

You say to Zvoltz, "Greetings, Lord Architect."

Orventa curtseys gracefully before Zvoltz.

Veldrin bows respectfully to Zvoltz.

Smiling to herself, a lovely trill says to Zvoltz, "I presume the time for masks has ended?"

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems whispers to Zvoltz, "You weren't so bad at dancing, Lord."

Revan shrugs helplessly.

Lleuke bows respectfully to Maylea.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Yes, You are all quite great dancers!"

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says, "I wouldn't remember."

Zvoltz, the Architect says, "I do not appreciate You messing with My buildings, Mysrai."

Kyair curtseys gracefully before Maylea.

Kyair curtseys gracefully before Mysrai.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "It is but an inch, Brother. We do not doubt You shall be able to mend it."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems looks curiously at the final masked guest.

Sordino whispers to Fayrin, "I wonder who the trill is."

A faint smirk on her lips, Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "...in time."

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says to Maylea, "It is great to see You awake, Lady."

Morgfyre, the Legion glances to a lovely trill, eyes narrowing slightly, a thin smile curving His lips.

A lovely trill lady shimmers before your eyes, dissipating into various streamers of colour before forming into Isune, the Aesthete.

Lleuke smiles softly at Maylea.

Mirazel subjects Veldrin to a merciless teasing.

Ushaara gives a horrified gasp.

Morshoth gives a horrified gasp.

Sordino blinks.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems exclaims, "Oh!"

Eritheyl lifts a dainty hand to his neckline, glancing about with uncertain disdain.

Jakir gives a horrified gasp.

Lleuke blinks perplexedly for a moment before emitting a confused "Wha?"

Estarra nods Her head at Isune.

Stratos bows respectfully to Isune.

Orventa gives a short gasp of elation.

With a flushed face, Kyair, the Dreamer's Alchemist says, "I must admit I have never, in all my centuries of life, seen so many Divine gathered in a single place."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "My Lady, welcome back!"

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Buh, wh-- who what now!"

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Ah. Lady Aesthete."

Zvoltz smiles softly at Isune.

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace exclaims, "Most unexpected!"

Estarra the Eternal says, "We may have known a party would have drawn you out."

Opening his mouth wide, Eritheyl gapes in wonder at Isune.

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "Most pleasing."

Revan ponders Isune thoughtfully, looking Her up and down.

Ileein inclines his head politely to Isune.

Maellio bows respectfully to Isune.

With a flourish of her arm, Veldrin bows deeply.

Drae smiles softly.

Grand Salle of the Higher Emotions.
Banks of clouds roil about here. There are 6 small chairs of platinum and wood here. Set to the side is this elegant buffet table, ready to house any food or drink set upon it. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A sturdy sheet of pale grey stationery is here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Eddies of frigid frost swirl around the graceful form of a tubby snow phoenix with icy wings. Surrounded by golden lightning, a golden thunderbird spreads his many coloured wings here, diamond eyes glowing with a noble intellect. A radiant glass shadhahvar is here, gambolling amidst eldritch breezes. There are 2 giant pearl kegs here. A thick labyrinth of wrinkles covers the exterior of a red coral keg. There are 30 petite scones with basil and goat cheese here. A bottle is here, littering the ground. Maylea, Bloom of Serenity stands here encircled by a prismatic aura of shifting colour. She wields Joyeuse, Echo of Delight in Her left hand. Morgfyre, the Legion floats in the air, chaotic tendrils of nether energy lashing about His form. Chief Fayrin Stormcrow, Watcher of the Hunt sits here upon a small chair of platinum and wood, shrouded. Mirazel is here, pondering thoughtfully. Phoebus is here, looking quite miserable. Jakir is here, pondering thoughtfully. Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream sits here upon a small chair of platinum and wood. He wields a midnight black rose in his left hand. Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu is here. She wields a shot glass in her right hand. Kyair, the Dreamer's Alchemist floats here with a dream-like quality, her form shrouded in a perfumed, lavender mist. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand. Stratos stands here, a muted glow within his crystal body. Zvoltz, the Architect crackles with confined energy, His form flickering and fading along the edges. Isune, the Aesthete floats here, surrounded by sparkling motes of light. Estarra the Eternal floats here, surrounded by swirling energies. Sordino sits here upon a small chair of platinum and wood, pondering thoughtfully. Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies is here. He wields the Sapphire Ledger of the Crystal Choir in his left hand and a prismatic violin of the eternal lovers in his right. Mysrai, the Thousand Hands floats here, surrounded by twisting manifestations of half-realised paradigms. Revan is here, pondering thoughtfully. He wields Ophiuchus in his left hand. Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace radiates an aura of severity and calm as he lingers here. He wields the Rod of Collectivist Servitude in his left hand. Professor Ileein Shevat is here. Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer sits here upon a small chair of platinum and wood. He wields the Sceptre of Temporal Alteration in his left hand and a shot glass in his right. Veldrin stands here, reverently making the symbol of the Ouroboros with her fingers. Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation stands here, surrounded in an aura of ghostly, flickering wings. He wields a diamond encrusted lyre in his left hand and the Diamond Baton of the Sublime Opus in his right. Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow is here. He wields a delicate crystal staff in his left hand.
You see exits leading north and east.

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says to Isune, "Welcome back, Lady Isune."

You say, "Hmm hmm. The sleeper awakes."

With gentle laughter, Isune, the Aesthete says, "I presume you know Me too well, Lady Creatrix."

Phoebus bows respectfully to Isune.

Orventa curtseys gracefully before Isune.

Lleuke bows respectfully to Isune.

Estarra taps Her nose knowingly.

Fayrin bows respectfully to Isune.

Drae bows respectfully to Isune.

Morshoth bows respectfully to Isune.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says to Isune, "It has certainly been a long time, Lady Isune."

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

Mysrai, the Thousand Hands intones, "Perhaps We shall depart before Our Brother levels the city in His ill-placed rage."

She is a radiant immortal and carries Herself with effortless elegance, suffusing the space around Her with sparkling motes that twinkle like morning sunlight. Gazing about with the preoccupied inconstancy of an artist, Her eyes are a crystalline blue-green flecked with gold and rust, though often their colors are lost to an inherent glow that flares and dims with the slightest shift of mood. Lustrous feathers that shimmer intermittently with silver frame Her face and cascade down Her back in a mane of snowy-white, whimsically threaded with wisps of silver and strung with frosted crystal decorations. Her high, prominent cheekbones, faintly hawkish nose, and full lips lend Her an aristocratic air which manages to complement rather than contrast Her sense of wispy, gossamer delicacy; Her form is slender, even fragile in build and appearance, and her skin is fair to the point of translucence. Seemingly unconnected to Her, ephemeral and almost liquid wings which shimmer over with rainbows of color like oil on water slowly sweep to and fro. Faint sparks of light drift within and about those wings in sporadic, yet intricate patterns, silently dancing around Her. She is wearing a snowflake preserved inside a gem of ice, an opalescent crystalline pouch, a gown of gossamer clouds and silken starlight, a mist-emblazoned ring of smoky quartz, a starlit swan brooch, a crystalline rose of pure diamond and a bracelet of soothing twilight.

Mysrai's eyes gleam, stars shifting swiftly within the Void-black orbs.

Mysrai's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "And welcome to the city Your Sister's progeny built!"

Nodding firmly, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Perhaps longer still for mortals. Time does fly by ever so fast for the Divine."

An echoing laughter roars through the hall as Mysrai dissolves away into coppery streamers of light.

Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Perception affecting temporal reality is a common myth, unlikely to be supported by experimenta--."

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "--that is. Ahem."

Ileein coughs softly.

Ushaara's body suddenly begins to shift through a variety of colours, first a cheerful ruby then a gentle cerulean, before becoming a warm topaz before repeating.

Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Maellio wags his tail happily.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "I do hope You all enjoyed Yourselves?"

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar bounces up and down.

Eritheyl exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.

Isune, the Aesthete laughingly says to Ileein, "You do so resemble Xyl, shard."

Maylea, Bloom of Serenity moves forward to Isune's side and takes Her hand in a gentle squeeze, murmuring a welcome for Her ears alone before moving aside amiably once more.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "And if You wish, i can leave You all with some food that was to be served for dinner?"

Glimmering with pale gold, Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Ah, so I have been told, Lady Isune. My thanks."

(Hallifax): Phoebus says, "Oh my goodness oh my goodness."

Lleuke's body suddenly begins to shift through a variety of colours, first a cheerful ruby then a gentle cerulean, before becoming a warm topaz before repeating.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies exclaims, "The events have not ended yet, there are still performances, and dinner, and...and mingling!"

(Hallifax): Phoebus says, "Lady Isune was here? The whole time? Oh my oh my oh my."

(Hallifax): Maellio says, "Breathe Archmage."

Eritheyl fans himself with his hand, trying to keep cool.

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Ah, yes, mingling. Capital."

(Hallifax): You say, "It seems the Archmage is rather excited by this event."

(Hallifax): Ileein says, "Yes, Archmage dearest."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Ileein, "And dinner!"

(Hallifax): Zvoltz says, "I told you I was bringing a date, Archmage."

(Hallifax): Morshoth says, "It is quite exciting!"

(Hallifax): Morshoth says, "Thank You for bringing Her, Lord Zvoltz!"

Isune, the Aesthete says to Zvoltz, "I should like to stay awhile, I think. Am I overstaying My welcome?"

(Hallifax): Morshoth says, "Was quite a surprise!"

Ushaara beams broadly.

Mirazel ponders a blazing crown of fiery gems thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

(Hallifax): Maellio says, "Indeed, indeed."

(Hallifax): Eritheyl says, "I believe I speak well enough for both myself and the Archmage when I declare, 'Eeeeee'."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Isune, "We would be most honored if You stayed!"

(Hallifax): You say, "Ah, more trill speak."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "Yes, most honoured!"

Estarra the Eternal says, "I shall leave you mortals to mingle. Mysrai and Zvoltz, I hope you don't let your disagreement go further. I'm sure turnign this place to a cinder would put a damper on the festivities."

(Hallifax): Eritheyl says, "Indeed!"

(Hallifax): Ileein says, "Mmm, yes. Charming."

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace laughingly says to Zvoltz, "Was it You who woke Her from Her dreaming, just to find a date?"

Eritheyl smiles wryly at Estarra.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Estarra, "Thank You for coming, Lady Creatrix!"

Zvoltz bows respectfully to Estarra.

Estarra waves goodbye.

Phoebus bows respectfully to Estarra.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Estarra, "Thank You for coming, L-- yes, that!"

Ushaara gives Estarra a respectful salute.

Estarra, the Eternal, sinks into a whirlpool of swirling energies, which disappear in a flash of light and colour.

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "I'm sure we have fire suppression systems somewhere."

Morgfyre's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

With a flourish of his arm, Drae bows deeply.

Maylea, Bloom of Serenity says, "My most sincere thanks to all of you for this delightful party. I shall have to excuse Myself as well."

Phoebus bows respectfully to Maylea.

Professor Ileein Shevat whispers to Ushaara, "We do have fire suppression systems, don't we?"

Eritheyl smiles softly at Maylea.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Maylea, "And welcome back, Lady Maylea."

Lleuke bows respectfully to Maylea.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Maylea, "It was great seeing You!"

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Maylea, "Be well!"

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Does the City tend to burn?"

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream says to Maylea, "Thank You for coming."

Maylea curtseys gracefully.

With a mischievous smile, Isune, the Aesthete says to Ushaara, "Am I not a suitable date for your patron, Oberst?"

Maylea steps into the aether, the air around Her blurring into a wash of colour that fades as She disappears.

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "I would hope not. Possibly if one of Them set it, though. Physics. Hmph."

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to Ileein, "It tends to explode, but usually not burn."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "I do hope You intend to be awake for a while, it has been some time since we have seen You!"

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace smiles and says to Isune, "Most certainly. I am just surprised at the lengths He went to to find one."

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Explosions, yes. Those are more comfortable ground."

Zvoltz's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu says to Maellio, "Though we have Aeromancers for controlled rain."

You say, "Lengths are relevative."

An eloquent voice, tinged with amusement, says, "Well met, Our lost brethren. We shall most certainly pay you a visit in the near future."

Morgfyre flashes Isune a bone-chilling smile.

The form of Morgfyre, the Legion dissolves into howling streaks of colour, which disperse into smoky wisps of aetheric ribbons that slowly dissipate.

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Perhaps -that- is what their weather machine is. Fire suppression."

Eritheyl plants his fists against his waist, puffs his chest out and offers a deep, hearty laugh.

"Heh heh heh" Revan chuckles.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Weather machine!"

A chorus of gibbering, angry voices fills the air as the atmosphere warps and twists eerily, the sinister mists surrounding Ophiuchus billowing outward momentarily while the twin heads of the serpentine staff sinuously stretch forward and flick their tongues as if sensing something.

Phoebus narrows her eyes at Eritheyl in an unnerving manner.

Eritheyl clears his throat.

Lleuke gets up off a small chair of platinum and wood.

Revan pets Ophiuchus ingratiatingly.

Undergraduate Stratos says, "Rain and fire in a compressed space would result in an explosion... Or of course we might all be boiled."

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream says to Fayrin, "Come."

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream says to Sordino, "Come."

Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow says, "There was an experiment in the works to measure the general melting point of the crystal about, but I don't think it ever occured."

Lleuke makes a beckoning motion to no-one in particular.

Sordino gets up off a small chair of platinum and wood.

Morshoth crushes the cluster of gems into a fine powder and fashions a bottle.

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace says, "Ah, I'm afraid I really must be leaving for a while."

Professor Ileein Shevat says to Stratos, "It's quite all right, the crystal is proof against most explosions."

Revan doffs the hood of extravagant robes of the High Seat of House n'Kylbar to Ushaara.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "How was Your rest, Lady Aesthete?"

Lleuke urges Fayrin onwards.

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace says, "I greatly enjoyed the ball."

Eritheyl's ears perk up as his attention turns towards Isune.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Ushaara, "That is a shame, Oberst. But I am glad you were able to attend."

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says to Ushaara, "Rest well, and...thanks for the dance."

Morshoth thanks Ushaara profusely.

Phoebus takes a midnight black rose from a clay flowerpot.

With a flicker of amusement, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Restful, I presume."

With a flourish of his arm, Lleuke bows deeply.

Phoebus gives a midnight black rose to Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace.

Morshoth fills a bottle from a giant pearl keg.

Drae utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Ushaara gives Zvoltz a respectful salute.

Maellio doffs a black beret hat cordially.

Undergraduate Stratos says, "Even divine explosions?"

Professor Ileein Shevat says to Ushaara, "Ah. Do rest well, Oberst."

Ushaara gives Isune a respectful salute.

Maellio bows respectfully to Ushaara.

Penitent Mirazel says, "Isn't claiming something to be proofed against something the biggest invitation for that to be tested?"

Oberst Ushaara, Minister of Peace exclaims, "Enjoy the rest of the festivities!"

Orventa inclines her head politely to Ushaara.

Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream says, "Thank you all for your time and You all for coming! It was such a pleasure."

Sordino leaves, following Moon Guardian, Lleuke Myeras, of the Effervescent Dream.
Lleuke leaves to the north.

Phoebus smiles softly at Ushaara.

Ushaara's knuckles grow momentarily white as he strengthens his grip.

Morshoth fills a bottle from a giant pearl keg.

A tubby snow phoenix with icy wings bobs his head several times just before trotting off.

Stratos picks up a bottle.

Ushaara grows still and his lips begin to move silently.

Stratos takes a drink from a bottle.

Professor Ileein Shevat says to Stratos, "I reiterate my polite gripe regarding entities that meddle with physics."

Veldrin grins mischievously at Mirazel.

Ushaara is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul safe until he returns to Lusternia.

Zvoltz, the Architect says to Isune, "My apologies, but do You mind if I leave You for a moment to put the Opera House back in its correct place?"

Morshoth crushes the cluster of gems into a fine powder and fashions a bottle.

Morshoth fills a bottle from a furrowed coral keg.

Kyair ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "I am glad You are able to see the city!"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "As it is Your Sister who had such a hand in its making, even if a bit indirectly!"

Eritheyl sits himself down on a small chair of platinum and wood and makes himself comfortable.

The canvas of the sky flushes radiant with colour, alight with joy as Isune, the Aesthete once more graces the First World with Her presence.

Emerging from the shadows, Ilistala, an enormous leopard deposits a glittering black rose in Isune's hands before disappearing as silently as she appeared.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies leans against the back of his chair, shaking his head in bewilderment.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems alternates awkwardly between smoothing and ruffling her feathers nervously.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "I think that should be fitting."

Professor Ileein Shevat twitches slightly, his head spikes flickering with a pale purple the same hue as the sky for but a moment.

You take a deep breath and allow your mind to calm, and your crystalline body begins to shift in colour.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says, "Is the dancing over already, good Hallifax? Let us resume the celebrations."

Chief Superintendent, Jakir Gordian, Peacekeeper Captain says, "I'm sure the rest of the Basin will be as overjoyed at Your return as we all are, my Lady."

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

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Wargames, yes!"

Drae ponders the situation.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "As before, any who wish to join, please do, and I shall stay here and prepare things for dinner, and keep everyone else company."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "I will need to change if we are to do these wargames."

Isune leaves, following Zvoltz, the Architect.
Zvoltz, the Architect dissolves into jagged bolts of fulminating brilliance which burst into the air, racing away in all directions.

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I'll stay, I imagine."

You say, "Hmm hmm."

Undergraduate Stratos says, "I will remain."

Isune arrives, following Zvoltz, the Architect.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Is there somewhere I could duck into and switch outfits?"

Penitent Mirazel says, "Dinner.. is poultry on the menu?"

You say, "Not much of a wargames with no participants."

Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Phoebus, "Of course, hmm..."

Drae utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "And welcome back!"

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Well, it's on the schedule, isn't it?"

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Phoebus, "The Hall of the Cadenza should be rather empty, or you could hide behind a few of the panels there."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "So the show must go on!"

Isune, the Aesthete laughingly says, "It seems My escort has abandoned Me."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Phoebus, "That is north, and west of here."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "You are welcome to stay here with us!"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "We shall continue dancing while other go off to fight!"

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Yes, yes! We need more guests for the performances!"

Eritheyl lazily draws his wings to and fro through the air, fanning them slowly.

Phoebus inclines her head politely to those around her.

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Though He did at least wander off with You in tow first."

Warmth returns to your extremities as Phoebus glides out to the north, a chill wind leaving frost in her wake.
Spreading his many coloured wings, a golden thunderbird soars off to the north.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "Then there shall be another performance!"

Revan smirks at Isune.

Arcs of dazzling energy course across the sky above the city as the Opera House shifts back into its correct position once more.

(Hallifax): Eritheyl says, "The wargames will be commencing in just a few moments, if all will prepare."

Fayrin scratches his head looking for an idea.

Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Ah. Capital."

Arcs of coruscating energy undulate in ripples of icy white resplendency, coalescing into Zvoltz, the Architect.

You say, "I go to enter the battlefield."

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says, "Ah, such memories, Lady Isune. Do you remember them, I wonder."

You incline your head politely to those around you.

The wargames happens. Posting that would be horribly long and I didn't log in html, so hard to read. I'll just let you know the results.>
Red Team: Revan, Silvanus, Kyair, Tulemrah, Veldrin
Orange Team: Shedrin, Phoebus, Lawliet, Drae, Eritheyl

Eritheyl declares that the Wargames shall commence immediately! May the most skilled team win!



The Red Team has been annihilated!
The Orange Team has 4 members left.
You shout out a cheer as you realise all other teams are beaten!
The Skylark Commemorative Demiplane observatory.
The Orange Team is victorious in the Wargames in Skylark Commemorative Demiplane!





Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "Now then. The following performances will be presented in group, collectively titled, 'Voices of the Commonwealth'."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says, "We do hope you enjoy them."

Isune, the Aesthete says to Tulemrah, "Your Lord is one I owe a great deal of thanks to."

With a skip and a twirl, the maiden suddenly disappears into a poof of sparkling lights.

The curtains part on an ornate crystal stage, heralding the start of the performance of 'Love is a Crime'.

Eritheyl sits himself down on a crystal bench of resplendent opulence and makes himself comfortable.

The curtains part, pulled open by two young trill. They tie them back, then run back and carry out a plush throne, centering it near the front of the stage.

Zvoltz smiles softly at Isune.

Hyacinth Clarramore, mistress of the Cloud Gardens, walks out from behind the stage, her oversized dress trailing behind her, being carried by her servants.

Eritheyl's ears perk up as his attention turns towards an ornate crystal stage.

Hyacinth walks to the front of her throne and clears her throat. She looks back at her servants, who quickly run away.

Drae ponders the situation.

Hyacinth Clarramore says, "Ah, such a large audience, come to see me! I don't blame you all, I mean, it is not often you all get to see me outside of my house. I don't come out just for anybody you know! Anyway, I've prepared a song for you all, since you decided to take something from me, and I call it "Love is a Crime." Enjoy it, but I know you will!"

Sordino leans on Fayrin seeking consolation.

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "Her spirit kept me company, when perfume could not hold."

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "She sang to me, and made me laugh, was there when I would cry."

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "Everyone called me crazy, could not see her I was told,."

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "Yet the day when she really left, I nearly thought I'd die!"

Hyacinth sits upon her throne, weeping into her hands.

Eritheyl's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "I swear I'll make that Voice pay, who does he think he is?"

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "Take from me my beloved Jilai, who was never really his!"

Hyacinth stands up, then walks around the back of her throne, leaning lazily against it.

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "I hope she enjoys her new mate, I hope he treats her well,."

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "Locked up in that guild hall, in that city way up high!"

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "It isn't my mansion in the gardens, oh so swell!"

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "But maybe she'll enjoy it? But Gods knows why?!?"

Hyacinth snaps her fingers, one of her servants bringing her water. She sips on it, then spits it out, yelling something about "flavoured with wind whisps" and then her servant runs off.

Zvoltz raises an eyebrow questioningly.

(Order): Phoebus says, "A lovely performance entitled, "Hyacinth is off her rocker"."

(Order): Eritheyl says, "Indeed, aha!"

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "So now I sing this song for you, hoping she'll come back!"

(Order): Maellio says, "Yes..."

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "Oh how I miss her company, in my life she has left a crack!"

(Order): Phoebus says, "Remember when she just talked to herself?"

Hyacinth snaps again, her servant returning once more, this time with water with small flowers floating about in it. She smiles, takes a sip, and hands it back to him.

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "I leave you with this, my last few words of song."

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "I hope your city treats her well, she deserves a lot of love."

(Order): Maellio says, "They're all a bit off, Herbert tends to fluctuate between accents some days."

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "Perhaps she'll hate it here, and her stay won't be long,."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems whispers to Eritheyl, "I swear she makes us all look crazy."

Hyacinth Clarramore sings, "And fly back to me, return home, like a little dove!"

Zvoltz glances askance.

Hyacinth claps for herself, suddenly, signaling the end of her performance. As she does so, her servants bring out dozens of flowers for her, as she smiles and giggles. Her servants then applaud for her as well, staring out at the audience, urging them to do the same.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies whispers to Phoebus, "She has the dramatics down, at least!"

Eritheyl's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Isune, the Aesthete watches with something akin to bemusement.

Eritheyl applauds an ornate crystal stage heartily.

Fayrin claps his hands together merrily.

Stratos mutters to Ileein discontentedly.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems claps hesitantly, eyeing the stage.

Revan looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Hyacinth Clarramore says, "Thank you all, thank you! No need to applaud for little old me, I am but a humble lady!"

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue politely claps, albeit half-heartedly.

Eritheyl glances askance.

Hyacinth looks to her servants, who take the flowers and place them on the throne. She turns around and begins to walk off, her servants once again carrying the large dress that she trails. She disappears offstage, and her servants run back and carry out her throne once more.

Tulemrah claps her hands slowly, a thoroughly unimpressed look etched across her features.

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu whispers to Maellio, "Poor Herbert, he really is a gem."

The stage is quiet for a bit, until suddenly one of the trill runs back out, quickly closing the curtains, tears running down his face. He faces the audience, mumbles something about "save me" and then runs back off stage.

Eritheyl utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

The curtains draw to a close on an ornate crystal stage, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'Love is a Crime'.

Azureus chuckles long and heartily.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "I always knew she was troubled in the mind."

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Well, that was charming."

With a flourish of his arm, Morshoth bows deeply.

Drae ponders the situation.

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

Undergraduate Stratos says, "View it as a comedy."

Eritheyl gets up off a crystal bench of resplendent opulence.

Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Morshoth, "You got the desperate, possibly bonkers feel down."

Primus Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Charming, yes..."

Morshoth nods his head emphatically.

Stratos takes a drink from a vial.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue says, "She could use some singing lessons."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Except replace possibly with definitely."

The curtains part on an ornate crystal stage, heralding the start of the performance of 'Ode to the Chairman'.

Revan smirks.

Draylor wandered into the Iceburn Plains, never to walk out alive.
You see the death occur at the bottom of a frozen pit.

Isune, the Aesthete says to Revan, "As could you, I am sure."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera takes his place upon the stage, dipping into a quick bow before adjusting his suit jacket.

"Shhh!" Phoebus hisses softly.

Revan grins mischievously at Isune.

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Greetings once again, I trust the events of this day have proven to be satisfactory."

Kiradawea arrives from the northeast.

Aithera's eyes sparkle with amusement at Isune.

Isune smiles softly at Kiradawea.

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "This is but a short performance, the recitation of a poem I have written in honour of perhaps the most prominent figure in all of the Commonwealth's history, Chairman Cririk Adom."

Kiradawea flashes Isune a joyous smile.

Kiradawea curtseys gracefully.

Draftsman Azureus Letara, Windborn Structuralist stands a little straighter.

Drae smiles softly.

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera bows once again, clearing his throat before taking a rigid and stoic stance.

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Fear not, for Order lives, stilled countenance of peace."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Like a statue does he stand, to from disarray release."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Among the clouds and spires, through strife a duty shines."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "For this his memory toils on, filling space between all lines."

Unseen figures softly chant, "Great is the Chairman, our confluence; Great is the Chairman, Beacon of Harmony."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "The world knows such unrest, on tipped scales others stand."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Chairman, teach them Balance, guide them with your steady hand."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Some threaten Order, Chairman, teach us to soothe transgression."

Isune, the Aesthete gestures to a place beside Herself and Zvoltz, looking upon Kiradawea with gentle eyes.

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Bolstering the social faith, through protocol and procession."

Unseen figures softly chant, "Great is the Chairman, our confluence; Great is the Chairman, Beacon of Harmony."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "We work to deify your aims, to spread Harmony and unite."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Pride not in self, but state, the true Collective might."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Grant us your scope of Logic, though whole, our parts are flawed."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Your home knows struggle, Chairman, both within and yet abroad."

Execumatrix Kiradawea Startail, TPh. D bows her head softly and silently moves to seat herself at the place offered to her.

Unseen figures softly chant, "Great is the Chairman, our confluence; Great is the Chairman, Beacon of Harmony."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Yet stalwart we will remain, against chaos' mortal hands."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Your words enlighten, Chairman, upon them the Collective stands."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Though silent, you are with us, 'neath your gaze we shall not weaken."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera says, "Hallifax lives within your debt, for you are truly Harmony's beacon."

Unseen figures softly chant, "Great is the Chairman, our confluence; Great is the Chairman, Beacon of Harmony."

Eritheyl Windwhisper, Grand Libretto of the Opera gives a final bow, stepping quietly out of the light upon centre stage. A few moments later, a lucidian stagehand appears to retrieve the glowing crystal, leaving only darkness before the curtains draw to a close.

The curtains draw to a close on an ornate crystal stage, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'Ode to the Chairman'.

Tulemrah congratulates an ornate crystal stage with some wild clapping.

Phoebus applauds an ornate crystal stage heartily.

Ileein gives up a round of applause.

Sordino claps his hands together merrily.

Drae gives up a round of applause.

Azureus congratulates an ornate crystal stage with some wild clapping.

Eritheyl steps in from behind the scrim.

Orventa gives up a round of applause.

Stratos gives up a round of applause.

Aithera gives up a round of applause.

Maellio gives up a round of applause.

With a flourish of his arm, Eritheyl bows deeply.

Kiradawea claps her hands slowly, a thoroughly unimpressed look etched across her features.

Isune, the Aesthete applauds politely, wings unfurling.

Kiradawea claps her hands together merrily.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "And one final song, before the Vengeance games!"

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

Isune, the Aesthete looks surprised and says, "What is this Vengeance business exactly?"

Undergraduate Stratos says, "Is there a level limit to the vengeance game?"

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Ah, it is a game of wits and suspicion, Lady Isune."

Morbo Gordian, High Exemplar says, "Everyone lets themselves be consumed by paranoia and hate and then everyone kills each other."

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "It is something of a parlor game."

Morbo Gordian, High Exemplar says, "Sounds fun, yes?"

Sordino says, "Vengaence."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Ah. Sounds terribly political."

Isune fans Herself with Her hand, trying to keep cool.

Sordino says, "Vengeance, rather."

Eritheyl's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Sordino says, "Hopefully the gods join."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "The idea is to overcome the chaos and find order within it."

Sordino says, "I played with Mr. Hoom, once."

Draftsman Azureus Letara, Windborn Structuralist says, "Political is not inaccurate."

Sordino beams broadly.

The curtains part on an ornate crystal stage, heralding the start of the performance of 'The Enigma'.

Orventa clears her throat in an attempt to gain Sordino's attention.

Revan looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Eritheyl's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

The Sublime Opus takes the stage, half applauding, half confused over the performer before him. He takes center stage, dusts himself off, and clears his throat.

Kyair, the Dreamer's Alchemist asks, "Mr. Hoom?"

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems quiets herself and looks toward the stage.

Eritheyl sits himself down on a crystal bench of resplendent opulence and makes himself comfortable.

Veldrin, Whispering Dirge says, "Though most the time the mob just lynchs everyone till there are two people left."

Veldrin sucks thoughtfully on her teeth.

Sordino exclaims, "Hoaracle!"

Sordino beams broadly.

Professor Ileein Shevat turns to face the stage, glimmering with mild, curious green.

"Shhh!" Phoebus hisses softly.

The Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony suddenly begins to glow from its place over Lawliet's chest until its many gemstones shine with a near-blinding incandescence before dimming to its normal brilliance, ripples of harmonic energy emanating for several moments after.

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu whispers to Sordino, "You do not refer to the Forest dreamer as Mr. Hoom."

Kyair, the Dreamer's Alchemist says, "Well, of course. I've just never heard Him referred to as that."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Quiet."

"Shh!" says Maellio, putting a finger to his lips.

Isune, the Aesthete looks upon the Archmage with amusement, turning to whisper something in Zvoltz's ear.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Seems I'm still a bit confused by Hyacinth, but great job, Libretto!"

Eritheyl's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "I'd like to thank Lady Hyacinth for coming out here and performing that... song for us. Now, I'd like to move on to something a bit more somber in nature."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "As you all know, we have lost a great figure in our city lately, the Lord Enigma. Just as we have dedicated this ball to Him, I'd like to dedicate a song to him as well."

Stratos slumps down, slowly throbbing a deep amber.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Every life must reach an end,."

Isune, the Aesthete tenses slightly, wings going still.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Loss a common thing."

Azureus purses his lips, deep in thought.

Morbo shimmers into existence before you.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Our city has taken such a loss,."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "So this is why I sing."

Professor Ileein Shevat nods quietly, listening. His depths grow a deep, still, twilight blue.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "The Enigma, our Guide,."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "In His finals breaths,."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Allowed our City to survive."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Now we honour Him in Song,."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Through the crystal spires our voices shall ring."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Honour the Enigma, our once guiding hand."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Eternally His soul shall live."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Entwined into our city, our memories."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Never to suffer such a loss again."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "I sing to You, Lord Enigma."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "Hallifax, allow His essence to hear."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "May we all come together, in Song."

Isune, the Aesthete looks away, taking Kiradawea's hand and squeezing it gently.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation sings, "And allow Him to forever Live!"

The Opus takes a deep bow, waves to the audience, and then turns and walks off stage.

The curtains draw to a close on an ornate crystal stage, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'The Enigma'.

Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow gazes somberly into the distance.

Revan searches the air in front of him, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies claps softly, a slight frown crossing his features.

Revan turns translucent and then vanishes, leaving behind a cloud of sparkling motes of light.

Professor Ileein Shevat applauds quietly.

Undergraduate Stratos claps softly, glowing a sad amber.

Musing, Isune, the Aesthete says, "A eulogy. He is gone, then?"

Tulemrah gives up a round of applause.

Zvoltz nods solemnly.

Stratos nods solemnly.

Draftsman Azureus Letara, Windborn Structuralist claps half-heartedly, a sad cloud covering his face.

Professor Ileein Shevat says to Isune, "For a given value of 'gone,' yes."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Isune, "Sadly, yes."

Professor Orventa T. Onz'Verheu claps quietly.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "He is not -entirely- gone..."

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "In a sense."

Professor Ileein Shevat says, "Some trace of his presence remains, but his independent and free-willed existence appears to be terminated."

Undergraduate Stratos says, "He is."

Undergraduate Stratos says, "Dissapitated."

Isune, the Aesthete appears stricken by this, paling in colour as She weighs Her thoughts.

Glimmering a soft beryl, Professor Ileein Shevat says, "I'm fairly certain 'dissipated' could -always- have applied to the Lord Enigma."

Aithera nods her head at Ileein.

Zvoltz, the Architect places a gentle hands on Isune's shoulders as His form blurs for a brief moment.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems gives Isune a concerned look.

Lorus bows respectfully to Isune.

Stratos stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Her voice low and soft, Isune, the Aesthete says, "I am afraid I must take My leave for a time."

Sordino creases his brow in a frown.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "There is much...much that has changed, it appears."

Eritheyl furrows his brow in thought.

Draftsman Azureus Letara, Windborn Structuralist glows a worried color.

Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes says, "Indeed."

Phoebus bows respectfully to Isune.

Showing that she understands, Kiradawea nods her head slowly.

Stratos bows respectfully to Isune.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "I'm sorry. Thank You for joining us."

Tulemrah bows respectfully to Isune.

Orventa curtseys gracefully before Isune.

Ileein doffs a mathematically-flawless crystalline crown to Isune.

Fayrin bows respectfully to Isune.

Softly, Professor Aithera Gordian says, "Yes, thank You for gracing us with Your presence."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says to Isune, "I do hope You shall come back again soon!"

Aithera curtseys gracefully before Isune.

Embracing her warmly, Isune, the Aesthete says to Kiradawea, "It is well to see you again, child of Mine."

Morbo bows respectfully to Isune.

Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says to Isune, "Many things have changed. I am sure You will find those things that changed for the better."

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies says to Phoebus, "Well, most of them."

Smiling softly, Isune, the Aesthete says to Phoebus, "I do suppose so."

Execumatrix Kiradawea Startail, TPh. D says to Isune, "I am delighted to see You again as well."

Isune, the Aesthete says to Zvoltz, "Thank you for the invitation, and for awakening Me once more."


Isune inclines Her head politely to those around Her.

Phoebus bows respectfully to Isune.

Drae bows respectfully to Isune.

Undergraduate Stratos says, "Thank you. And thank You for coming."

Eritheyl bows respectfully to Isune.

Isune's form shatters into a flock of colourful birds, their tiny forms tracing circles in the air before darting away.

Tulemrah lazily draws her wings to and fro through the air, fanning them slowly.

Eritheyl exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.

Kyair, the Dreamer's Alchemist says, "The Lady Isune is certainly a sight to behold."

Zvoltz, the Architect says, "Farewell, shards."

Showing that he understands, Drae nods his head slowly.

Zvoltz, the Architect dissolves into jagged bolts of fulminating brilliance which burst into the air, racing away in all directions.

Kiradawea nods her head at Kyair.

You are a member of the Board of Directors.
As the Taint Wars rage ceaselessly, the conflict between Hallifax and Gaudiguch has reached a critical point. The Board of Directors has gathered before the Matrix upon the Elemental Plane of Air with the express intent of initiating Operation Crucible and bringing the western city to its knees, deliberating during the time of the eastwind and dispersing to patrol the borders of the plane during the westwind. Unbeknownst to them until now, however, the Illuminati have placed agents within the Board of Directors itself who now work against the Hallifaxian bureaucrats, quietly killing them one by one. This must not stand! Purge the Illuminati from within the Board or all is surely lost!

It is now westwind zero.

It is now halfway through westwind zero.

The following people are alive:
o Solfin (F)
o Ieckco (M)
o Aket (F)
o Tulemon (M)
o Lilemae (F)
o Lileza (F)
o Jakkik (M)
o Lilali (F)
o Croe (M)
o Cririk (M)
o Etuyck (M)
o Shafah (F) (director)
o Alalne (F)
o Exoe (F)
o Kekix (M)
o Ilron (M)
o Sweeloh (M)

The following roles remain:
5x Populace - director
5x Assassin - Illuminatus
1x Detective - Minister of Information
1x Protector - Archmage of the Aeromancers
1x Blocker - Comptroller General
1x Killer - Hieli Goldfeather
1x Vigilante - Force Commander
1x Watcher - Temporal Primus

Eddies of cloud surrounding the Crystal Matrix.
Patches of pearly-white cloud shift quietly in a placid maelstrom which surrounds the elemental reflection of the Crystal Matrix, creating a natural bowl of cloud that creates an evanescent square worthy of the object it houses. Above, the blue sky stretches endlessly in all directions, occasionally dotted with large patches of billowing clouds. Occasional gusts of wind play wistfully through the vicinity, adding further complexity to the already chaotic churning of cloud in this location. Surrounded by golden lightning, a golden thunderbird spreads his many coloured wings here, diamond eyes glowing with a noble intellect. Thrusting his curved tusks in the air, a curly haired mammoth with enormous ears stomps about here. Smoke curling from her nostrils, a midnight black nightmare paws impatiently at the black clouds roiling beneath her hooves. Alalne Windwhisper, Aria of the Arete is here. Sky Runner Lileza Stormsong is here. Minister Ieckco Shevat is here. Chairman Cririk Adom is here. Minister Kekix Oolin is here. Fellow Etuyck Arthar'rt, of the Institutional Society is here. Aket Lerit'r, Master of Temporal Science is here. Wind Rider Tulemon Clarramore is here. Air Marshal Croe Pavok is here. Secretary Lilali Skysoarer is here. Minister Sweeloh Sunfar is here. Senior Chronologist Exoe zi'Prouep is here. Execumatrix Magnificus Jakkik Taroch is here. Sublime Opus Ilron Silverplume is here. Colonel Solfin Fairquillion, of the Censorship Directorate is here. Provost Lilemae Goldfeather is here.
There are no obvious exits.

You survey your patrol sector with quiet determination as the wind courses past you, ruffling your robes. Suddenly, a strange scent catches your attention and you turn to see an Illuminatus drawing up behind you. Before you can react, a clawed hand is thrust out at you and your mind is assaulted with images and paradigms that you cannot hope to comprehend, blood trickling from your eyes as a stray bit of drool escapes your slack lips. You babble nonsensically before your brain shuts down entirely, collapsing as the world goes dark.
A frowning comptroller steps forth, notifying you that Etuyck, an innocent Board member, was found dead, victim to the Taint.
Murmured whispers pass record of Jakkik, an innocent Board member, found gruesomely slain by the Force Commander.
Temporal Chamber of Historical Review, Vengeance Edition.
A painting of Hieli Goldfeather is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall.
You see a single exit leading out.
Azureus arrives from the ether.
Ileein arrives from the ether.

It is now eastwind one.



The disguised Illuminati have eradicated the Board of Directors and foiled Operation Crucible in the Time of the Taint Wars.

The last vengeance game ended thusly:
Survivors:
o Sordino (as Solfin (F)) (Illuminatus) (winner!)
o Morshoth (as Aket (F)) (Illuminatus) (winner!)
o Tulemrah (as Cririk (M)) (Hieli Goldfeather)
o Kyair (as Alalne (F)) (Minister of Information)
o Drae (as Exoe (F)) (Illuminatus) (winner!)
o Veldrin (as Kekix (M)) (Temporal Primus)

Deaths:
o Lawliet (as Ieckco (M)) (director)
o Morbo (as Tulemon (M)) (Archmage of the Aeromancers)
o Aithera (as Lilemae (F)) (director)
o Phoebus (as Lileza (F)) (director)
o Ileein (as Jakkik (M)) (director)
o Revan (as Lilali (F)) (Illuminatus)
o Eritheyl (as Croe (M)) (Illuminatus)
o Azureus (as Etuyck (M)) (director)
o Shedrin (as Shafah (F)) (director)
o Stratos (as Ilron (M)) (Force Commander)
o Fayrin (as Sweeloh (M)) (Comptroller General)



Grand Salle of the Higher Emotions.
Banks of clouds roil about here. This largest and most opulent of the halls in the Opera Symphonium is meant as a place for large gatherings and cermonies. In light of this, the salle is decorated as an ode to the Higher Emotions that comprise the core of Symphonium dogma. Each of the massive crystal pillars has been carved into the image of trill and lucidians symbolising the various emotions. In harmony with this, the image of a large operatic orchestra has been inlaid on the floor, symbolising the symbiosis between Music and the Higher Emotions. There are 6 small chairs of platinum and wood here. Set to the side is this elegant buffet table, ready to house any food or drink set upon it. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A sturdy sheet of pale grey stationery is here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. There are 2 giant pearl kegs here. A thick labyrinth of wrinkles covers the exterior of a red coral keg. There are 13 petite scones with basil and goat cheese here. There are 3 bottles here. Surrounded by golden lightning, a golden thunderbird spreads his many coloured wings here, diamond eyes glowing with a noble intellect. Thrusting his curved tusks in the air, a curly haired mammoth with enormous ears stomps about here. Smoke curling from her nostrils, a midnight black nightmare paws impatiently at the black clouds roiling beneath her hooves. Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems is here, surrounded by clouds. She wields a roiling staff of cold fog in her left hand. Draftsman Azureus Letara, Windborn Structuralist is here. He wields a spiral-etched coral piercing needle in his left hand. Veldrin, Whispering Dirge is here. She wields a rose-vine violin in her left hand and a greatshield of the Ouroboros in her right. Sordino is here. Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes is here, surrounded by clouds. She wields a delicate crystal staff in her left hand and a golden sunburst shield in her right. Kyair, the Dreamer's Alchemist floats here with a dream-like quality, her form shrouded in a perfumed, lavender mist. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand. Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation stands here, surrounded in an aura of ghostly, flickering wings. He wields a diamond encrusted lyre in his left hand and the Diamond Baton of the Sublime Opus in his right. Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, the Silver Tongue is here. He wields Ophiuchus in his left hand. Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies is here. He wields the Sapphire Ledger of the Crystal Choir in his left hand and a prismatic violin of the eternal lovers in his right. Shifting Current Drae Stormcrow is here, shrouded. He wields a delicate crystal staff in his left hand. Morbo Gordian, High Exemplar is riding on a midnight black nightmare. He wields an emerald domothean scalpel in his left hand and a tower shield of the Matrix in his right. Undergraduate Stratos is here.
You see exits leading north and east.

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Alright, food, food!"

Tulemrah claps her hands together merrily.

With aching resonance, the pure and airy soprano of the trill ensemble intertwines with and embellishes the crystal timbre of the lucidian choir.
The muffled sound of music echoes throughout the city, carried from the Grand Hallifaxian Opera House on gentle winds.

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

Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes says, "There had better be plenty of cake."

Kyair hides a grin behind her hand.

Grand Libretto Eritheyl Windwhisper, Master of Ceremonies whispers to Morshoth, "Did we order cake...?"

Revan peers at Tulemrah unscrupulously.

Morbo Gordian, High Exemplar says, "It won't always work, but in that situation I think it would have been advantageous."

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Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Well, while you all eat, I will make my closing speech for the Ball. Feel free to keep eating, however."

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "I'd like to thank you all for coming! This really was quite a long event, and took forever to plan, but it went off quite well, if I may say so myself!"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "We had some quite unusual guests, who revealed themselves to be the Divine, who I'd like to also thank for coming!"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "Even though they aren't here still!"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "And Lady Isune decided to awaken just for the Ball!"

Sublime Opus, Morshoth Windwhisper, Soul of the Nation says, "So I definitely say this event has gone off quite well. Do plan on another happening in the future!"