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

[shadedsunlight]

The Drunk Duck Inn. It's an entirely fairy tale sort of name for an inn. The name screams homely rooms at a good price, all sorts of interesting people gathered at the bar (because there is always a bar at the inn), and lots of gossip and information. It's the potential gossip and information that appeals to Ginia the most, though the promise of a bed sounds nice too.

/I noticed. The tailors were quite friendly when they discovered they would be dressing a champion for the ball./ Ginia stops to munch a bit at her food, stabbing a bit at her salad with her fork. /What do you think about it? The whole being brought here as a champion part./

[folklorist]

Lots of interesting people indeed. Some of them first time customers, others constant ones. Helios hasn't made a name for himself in there though because he's not really one to frequent bars all too often. The potential gossip and information however has proven him to try his hand in sitting around and talking to the locals. Helios picks at his food as he thinks on the signed question. On one hand it sounds eerily familiar. Like Luceti only friendlier in some ways. Champions who are protecting the people. It seems like a good enough cause and instead of it being the third party it's thorns they're now fighting. A lets out a short sigh as he sits back in his seat.

"I don't know, really. It's...it's all rather strange. I-I never considered myself a champion of any sort. But helping these people might be the only chance they have and, and I don't like to think of what would happen if we don't help them."

[shadedsunlight]

/I don't consider myself a champion of any sort, but I'll do my best to help out. I was thinking I might check the thorns out myself after I've had time to settle in and gear up. Want to come along?/ A few hours in and already making plans to do some exploring. On the plus side of things, at least she was giving herself time to prepare before heading out.