[Backdated to Halloween]
It is early evening, and not far from the center of camp, a clearing has been transformed into a wonder.
Flickering torch-flames hang in midair, casting light to see by and shadows to hide in. Decorative buntings and hangings are draped from trees and thread across the clearing -- if one looks closely, one can see the tell-tale decorative tastes of Halloween Jack, the Pumpkin King, for the motifs are skulls and bats and leering jack'o'lanterns. Tables of food and drink stand close at hand, but the center of the clearing is empty and flat -- just right for dancing.
At the edges of the clearing, where visitors must pass by them to enter, stand long tables filled with masks of every description -- simple things, but there's some magic in them, for with one on not even your closest friend might recognize you unless you choose. Of course, in camp, such things might not be entirely reliable...
The host of this party, one Duke of the House of the Dragon, resplendent in black and silver, stands ready to receive his guests; masked doll-servants, courtesy of Bishop Castor, attend him to circulate with food and drink. Will you honor him by attending?
((OOC: Halloween masquerade ball! Use this post however you wish; Morrolan will be about to mingle, but I will not have comments on and won't be tagging most threads, so please ping me if you'd particularly like to thread with him.
The masks make you anonymous until you remove them, or want them to dramatically fail; feel free to use cfudanon or cfud_anon until you're unmasked. There are also monsters wandering about scratch that, dancing monsters will be their own post in a few hours. Apologies for the confusion!
Basically, use this post for awesome and have fun! It is open FOREVER.))
Flickering torch-flames hang in midair, casting light to see by and shadows to hide in. Decorative buntings and hangings are draped from trees and thread across the clearing -- if one looks closely, one can see the tell-tale decorative tastes of Halloween Jack, the Pumpkin King, for the motifs are skulls and bats and leering jack'o'lanterns. Tables of food and drink stand close at hand, but the center of the clearing is empty and flat -- just right for dancing.
At the edges of the clearing, where visitors must pass by them to enter, stand long tables filled with masks of every description -- simple things, but there's some magic in them, for with one on not even your closest friend might recognize you unless you choose. Of course, in camp, such things might not be entirely reliable...
The host of this party, one Duke of the House of the Dragon, resplendent in black and silver, stands ready to receive his guests; masked doll-servants, courtesy of Bishop Castor, attend him to circulate with food and drink. Will you honor him by attending?
((OOC: Halloween masquerade ball! Use this post however you wish; Morrolan will be about to mingle, but I will not have comments on and won't be tagging most threads, so please ping me if you'd particularly like to thread with him.
The masks make you anonymous until you remove them, or want them to dramatically fail; feel free to use cfudanon or cfud_anon until you're unmasked. There are also monsters wandering about scratch that, dancing monsters will be their own post in a few hours. Apologies for the confusion!
Basically, use this post for awesome and have fun! It is open FOREVER.))