Action: Come one, come all!

[ofthebeast]

Characters: ALL THE PEOPLE
Open? Yes.
Where: The Palace
When: The night of the 3RD
What: A masquerade ball and a very deep sleep.
Warnings: Part of a comm-wide plot!

The Prince Sif has felled an unknown beast, and presented its stuffed head to the King. This would be reason enough for a ball, but there are victories to celebrate. More heroes arrive every day. The kingdom was aptly defended when the forest wall fell. No one has tried to assassinate the king in several days.

All told, a good night for a party. The theme of the ball is a masquerade, and shops in town have been surprisingly (almost suspiciously) able to provide gowns and masks in ready supply.

The palace has been opened to heroes and townspeople alike, provided they can present themselves appropriately. The heroes have been strongly encouraged to attend, and those who do not come voluntarily may well be greeted with royal retainers at their doorstep, outfit and dance card in hand. Expect a very full dance card, heroes.

The banquet table is stacked full of food – roasts and cheeses, summer fruits and vegetables, rivers of wine and more ornate desserts than should be permitted in a time or war. This evening is about success – best to enjoy it.

In the center of the ball sits the beast’s head. A scaly, purple thing. Its eyes have been taken out and replaced with rubies, its mouth twisted in the same sort of anguished look on its face as when Sif killed it. There has never been a beast like this in Schwanheim before – if you like, come closer and take a look. The king is very generous with his gifts.

[ooc: The party is a LIE. Well. No, it isn’t! Enjoy the party. Your characters will be expected to wear full masquerade gear, or they will be shunted aside and dressed properly.

After the attendees go home, they will be plagued with dreams more tangible than they have ever felt. More information here]

Comments

[folklorist]

Don't mind the blonde haired man wearing a very apparent sun mask not paying attention to where he's walking. He might just bump into you Alanna and look ever so apologetic about that. A stammered reply as he moves to face her.

"Oh! I-I'm terribly sorry. I-I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Are you alright?" He was looking at all the delicious food admittedly. Whoops.

[shorterinperson]

"I'm fine, it's no trouble," she answered quickly. Then it occurred to her to smile.

"Are you enjoying yourself...?" She struggled for a name, but found that she didn't actually know it.

[folklorist]

"O-Oh thank goodness. I'm a bit absentminded at times, s-so I apologize for that. The, um, food looks positively delicious doesn't it?" He can't seem to keep his eyes off of it! Or the beast's head, really, but that thought just sends a chill down his spine. He blinks and looks back at her with a nod and smile.

"I am, thank you. It's a very nice party. And yourself?"

[shorterinperson]

She gives him an odd look, but smiles. He's kind of funny, like Miles but with more stuttering.

"It's nice," she agreed noncommittally. "The villagers don't seem to know who I am, so I haven't been bothered much."

[folklorist]

Helios is a derpy kind of funny. Don't worry he'll get better with the stuttering should he run into her again. He'll quirk his brow and tilt his head a little.

"You were well known then back at home I take it?" Helios smiles and shrugs as he looks back at the crowds of people.

"There are a lot of people here though. I'm not too surprised that we're not well known. I-I'm sure there are people who do know you though."

[shorterinperson]

She laughed and shook her head.

"I'm the King's Champion. There isn't a soul in Tortall that hasn't at least heard of the Lioness." She isn't one to linger in her own fame, but it is rather striking, no? She had once feared she would be exiled for her deception. Now she was one of the most famous women in her world.

"I try to avoid that sort of thing here. Especially when they throw parties every time you kill a monster."

[folklorist]

Helios' eyes widen a little from behind his mask. He tilts his head a little at the mentioning of Tortall. "It's an honor to meet you, then. Tortall is the name of your world then?" An actual champion unlike himself or others here. A frown as he looks about the room once again.

"It's...n-not the best or brightest of reasons to-to celebrate." He doesn't like the idea of having such a beast killed especially celebrated over when it was finally done. But he knows how terrified and scared the people are here when it comes to that forest and the monsters that inhabit it. Even he's seen firsthand what can happen. He's not sure he can blame them for their actions in celebrating.

"It's a shame that it...it had to end that way for it." It being the beast.