A Grand Ballroom for Hallifax

ZyphoraZyphora :: the sun in her splendour ::Member Posts: 398 Transcendent
edited August 2013 in Event Scrolls
In which the Beacon of Harmony receives a grand ballroom, courtesy of Lord Zvoltz's Divine indentured servitude to the Lady Isune.



Icy sparks fly as the clanging of a hammer resounds throughout the City of 


Hallifax, the sound of marble and stone taking shape ringing in your ears.

(Hallifax): Isune says, "No, Zvoltz, not quite like that. Be a bit smoother around 


the edges, would You?" (The Canvas): Isune says, "I must thank You all for the indentured servant. He is 


proving ever so useful." Furious lightning rings out, followed by bright motes of feminine laughter as the 


clanging continues with mysterious intent. (Hallifax): Isune says, "Oh, Zvoltz, You truly are the Architect! It is looking most 


lovely. I am ever so glad My Order purchased You for Me." There's a final clang as the God steps back from His handiwork, which is veiled 


in a cloud as if it were a blanket hiding it from view. A sense of warm serenity settles upon the surroundings as Daraius strides in from the up.

You curtsey gracefully. Daraius Shevat bows his head politely to you. Daraius Shevat says, "Good morning, Provost." You say, "Good morning, Marquis. How are you faring today?" (Hallifax): Isune says, "Marvelous. Simply stunning. The city should be quite pleased." You have emoted: Zyphora glances upward, curiously looking for the source of the clanging. Daraius Shevat says, "Quite well, in spite of the noise." (Hallifax): Isune says, "Hm, yes, intriguing... Although, I daresay it could use some touching up..." Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile. Daraius Shevat asks, "Do you have any idea what they are doing?" You look thoughtful and say, "I wonder what our Pantheon is up to today." Daraius Shevat bares his teeth in an odd canine grin. You laughingly say, "Only an inkling." Motes of prismatic light dance and twirl about the city, coalescing about the creation so that it casts sunburst patterns on the glass platforms nearby. As the dizzying lights recede, a stunning ballroom manifests within the Conservatory of Music, radiant and splendid to behold. You say, "I think that the Lady Aesthete is quite joyously making use of Her new indentured servant." You say, "Oh!" You say, "It seems as though She has put Him to work crafting a new ballroom!" You clap your hands together merrily. Daraius Shevat says, "So it seems. May I accompany you to see his handiwork?" You smile and say, "Of course, Marquis, I would be glad of the company." Daraius begins to follow you.



Conservatory of Music. (Hallifax City) Banks of clouds roil about here. The graceful, translucent form of a bird of paradise dances in the air, the insubstantial image shifting through a constant stream of vivid colours. A large white pigeon lies dead, ready to be supper. You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, and up. Daraius suddenly scoops up the corpse of a large white pigeon. You peer about yourself unscrupulously. Daraius peers at the corpse of a large white pigeon unscrupulously. You say, "It was around here somewhere, I think.

Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes,
"But She was lovely, and all She touched became lovely, too.
And She touched the Architect's heart, a place that no other had claimed with their artistry."

::
"Or if you pick up something a little too heavy for you, does it hurt?
It is only a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself."

- Sunshine, by Robin McKinley
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  • ZyphoraZyphora :: the sun in her splendour :: Member Posts: 398 Transcendent
    edited August 2013

    The Grand Collectivist Ballroom.

    Bright and airy, this stately chamber is a flawless circle in shape, with a high

    domed ceiling adorned with a masterfully painted fresco illustrating the

    reemergence of Hallifax into the present time stream. Depicting the precise

    moment when the translucent shield separating the city has begun to shatter and

    the winds of the First World are sweeping once more through the crystalline city,

    the fresco's jewel-like colours shine bright and pure overhead. A series of

    wrap-around balustrades ornament several gilded balconies that rise up towards

    the domed ceiling, segmented by an elaborate mezzanine inside which an orchestra

    pit has been cleverly devised. Tall arched windows encircle the ballroom, the

    clear panes bordered with narrow stripes of sky-blue glass that throw azure bars

    of light across the room in a radiant starburst pattern when struck by slanting

    rays of sunshine, moonbeams, or starlight. Between the windows, fluttering

    pennants hang from gilded poles, each embroidered with the state seal of

    Hallifax and the sigils of its guilds. Regal blue velvet carpeting lends an

    impression of warmth and luxury along the walls and upon the wide steps

    descending into a sunken marble dance floor at the centre of the ballroom.

    Before the entirety of the orchestra, Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep holds aloft a

    diamond baton whilst studying the sheet of music at his podium with intense

    scrutiny. Daraius is here, contemplating something. He wields a loboshigaru

    monk's staff with both hands.

    You see a single exit leading northwest.


    Brow furrowed in intense concentration, this handsome, but focused, lucidian

    male is impeccably dressed in a stately black tail-coat, pressed to a glossy

    ebon sheen. Two brass cuff links formed to resemble a treble clef and a bass

    clef respectively adorn his sleeves, and a crystal rose sits snugly in his

    jacket's buttonhole. With his posture perfect and blue bow primly tied at the

    collar, this lucidian epitomizes the stiff Hallifaxian ideal of formality. His

    spiked hair appears to be impossibly slicked back, exposing his well-defined

    cheekbones and double-cleft chin to lend him a theatric sort of charm.

    Striations of errant ruby and sapphire course through his shimmering opalescent

    skin, swirling with something akin to anxious excitement. He holds aloft a

    diamond baton, poised to conduct the State Symphony Orchestra at any given

    moment.

    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep is quite powerful.

    He weighs about 100 pounds.

    He is loyal to the Grand Empire of Hallifax.

    You cannot see what Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep is holding.


    Comprehension flashes across your face.

    With a flourish of his arm, Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep bows deeply.


    You curtsey gracefully.


    Daraius pauses for a second, a slight frown upon his face.


    (Hallifax): Isune says, "Citizens! Zvoltz has kindly taken up work as an

    Architect on My behalf, and as a result, you may peruse the Collectivist

    Ballroom at your leisure."


    You say, "Tidings, Conductor zi'Proeup."


    Bursting with excitement, Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Tidings! Greetings!

    Oh, isn't this a wonderful venue?"


    Daraius bows respectfully to Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep.


    You have emoted: Zyphora gazes about the room, smiling with unconcealed delight.

    "This is absolutely beautiful! Wonderful!"


    (Hallifax): Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Lady! Surely such a ballroom as

    this requires a proper sort of introduction! I am a conductor, milady, of the

    State Symphony Orchestra. Perhaps I can arrange such?"


    Daraius Shevat regards every facet of the room with even scrutiny, sniffing

    subtly as the air as his impartial gaze passes from one feature to the next.


    (Hallifax): Shalmae Silverplume, the Steel Magnolia says, "Oh, so there is to be

    a ball? Marvelous. I shall find my finest silks."


    (Hallifax): You say, "Thank You, my Lady, Thank You, my Lord. This is an

    absolutely stunning milieu for our future balls."


    (Hallifax): Isune says, "Certainly, Conductor Fre'zik. I imagine the city would

    be well pleased to have such music in its halls. I shall leave you to it, then."


    Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.


    (Hallifax): Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "A ball? Of course, of course! Now

    let me get the orchestra - w-wait. Where's my orchestra...? Oh dear."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep peers about himself unscrupulously.


    Silence imposes itself upon the vicinity as Raikogen marches in with ceremonial

    grandeur from the northwest.

    A muscular wyvern glides in from the northwest on his iron-clawed skeletal wings.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep exclaims, "Wait, just... oh, where did they go!"


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep frets over everything that might go wrong.


    Tilting her head inquisitively, you say, "Where did what go, Conductor?"


    Daraius Shevat bows his head politely to Raikogen.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "My musicians! What good is a conductor

    without musicians to, well, conduct?"


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep glances about, his body turning a hazy shade of grey.


    Raikogen doffs the Morion Helmet of the Temporal Commissar cordially.


    You say, "Musicians? Perhaps we might be able to collect a few citizens capable

    of performing in such a grand venue."

    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep exclaims, "Gracious, the State Symphony Orchestra is

    so scattered! Everyone is walking around Hallifax like tourists, when there's a

    ball to be had!"

    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep mumbles incoherently.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Perhaps you can find them? I cannot fathom

    why they wouldn't be here, helping, unless they... Oh you don't think something

    has gone wrong, do you?"


    You say, "If there is something keeping a Collectivist from performing their

    duty, there is most certainly something out of the ordinary."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep nods solemnly.


    Daraius Shevat says, "Compose yourself, comrade. Can we assist in finding them?"


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "If you could find them and bring them to me,

    I would be most obliged. It does not do to keep Lady Shalmae waiting."


    You nod your head emphatically.


    To the others, you say, "Do you think it shall do to split up and cover the most

    ground, or stay together? I am more inclined towards the first."


    Daraius nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.


    You nod your head emphatically.


    Inclining her head to the Conductor, you say, "We will do our best to expedite

    their return to the Ballroom."

    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep exclaims, "Ball?! Ball! There can't be a ball until

    we've the orchestra underway!"

    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep glances about, his body turning a hazy shade of grey.


    Daraius Shevat says, "I will traverse the shopping district, to see if they are,

    ah... purchasing their finest silks, and so on."


    You nod your head emphatically.


    Daraius Shevat serenely clasps his hands and bows.


    White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar says, "I will start from the

    lowest ward."


    As Daraius departs to the northwest, the sense of warm serenity fades, leaving

    you colder in comparison.


    You curtsey gracefully.

    Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes,
    "But She was lovely, and all She touched became lovely, too.
    And She touched the Architect's heart, a place that no other had claimed with their artistry."

    ::
    "Or if you pick up something a little too heavy for you, does it hurt?
    It is only a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself."

    - Sunshine, by Robin McKinley
  • ZyphoraZyphora :: the sun in her splendour :: Member Posts: 398 Transcendent
    edited August 2013
    Before the Matrix.

    Banks of clouds roil about here. Long, lean, and vibrating with barely-contained 

    energy, a greyhound sniffs about here. Radiating with an incandescent brilliance,

    the Matrix floats within the circular walkway, slowly turning and revealing 

    flowering geometric patterns. Wind whipping through his wings, Fraesic Sunfar, 

    Keeper of the Matrix is here, face upturned to the chill breeze. There are 10 

    Sentinel Deputy Commissars here. There are 10 Guardians of the Dodecahedron here.

    A majestic onyx obelisk rises from the centre of a polished ring of silver, 

    bolts of icy white energy arcing between the two. Gazing at his surroundings 

    with interest, a classic trill musician loiters here.

    You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.


    (Hallifax): You say, "It seems one of the musicians I've 
    found is missing a violin. Do you think the rest of them 

    are similarly missing their instruments?"


    (Hallifax): Daraius says, "Indeed. I have found one in need 
    of a lute."


    (Hallifax): Talan says, "Aye, this one needs a trumpet."


    You give a violin of the State Symphony Orchestra to a classic trill musician.

    A classic trill musician exclaims, "My violin at long last! Oh, thank you, 

    comrade!"

    A classic trill musician cradles a violin of the State Symphony Orchestra close, 

    dancing about excitedly.


    A classic trill musician exclaims, "Please, could you escort me to Conductor 

    Fre'zik? It is about time that beautiful ballroom was filled with music!"

    A classic trill musician falls into step behind you.


    (Hallifax): You say, "Oh no, I do not think he is following me even though I 

    gave him the violin."


    (Hallifax): Raikogen says, "Did you find the instrument just lying around 

    somewhere?"


    (Hallifax): You say, "Yes."


    You say to a classic trill musician, "Please follow me! The Conductor is 

    waiting!"


    A classic trill musician exclaims, "Oh!"


    A classic trill musician clears his throat.


    A classic trill musician begins to follow you.
     


    A classic trill musician exclaims, "Why thank you!"


    You smile and say, "You're welcome!"



    The Grand Collectivist Ballroom.

    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep stands at a podium, gazing at the 3 musicians before 

    him with worry.

    You see a single exit leading northwest.

    Bowing in a hasty apology, a classic trill musician rejoins the orchestra.



    <<After the search for all 6 musicians>>



    The Grand Collectivist Ballroom.

    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep stands at a podium, gazing at the 5 musicians before 

    him with worry. Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance is here.

    You see a single exit leading northwest.


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "My goodness."


    You say to Irillia, "This is all very exciting! It seems the Lady has put Her 

    indentured servant to work constructing our ballroom!"


    (Hallifax): Talan says, "On the way in."
     

    Irillia claps her hands together merrily.


    Talan enters from the northwest, emanating an aura of immense power.

    With a stately flourish, a classic trill musician enters in from the northwest 

    and bows.

    A giant fiddleback spider with a barbed stinger scuttles in sideways from the 

    northwest.

    Bowing in a hasty apology, a classic trill musician rejoins the orchestra.


    (Hallifax): Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Citizens! I invite you all to the 

    Collectivist Ballroom, to celebrate its unveiling with proper pomp and 

    circumstance!"


    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 the State Symphony Orchestra swell to a great crescendo to signal the 

    beginning of Grand Release Ball.

    Pillars of pure white light shoot skyward from the crystal spires of the city as 

    $text begins within the Grand Collectivist Ballroom.


    In great celebration of this auspicious day, trills and lucidians enter the 

    ballroom on one another's arm whilst dressed in their finery.


    As the dancing commences, one can see Lady Miella Windwhisper laughing gaily as 

    Lord Skysoarer whisks her about the ballroom in a whirl of chiffon violet skirts.

    Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

    Listening to the music on the sidelines, Lord Shevat colours a jovial shade of 

    beryl as Lord Shantru Goldfeather shares jokes with him in the backwing.


    In a rush of whispering that murmurs over the orchestra, Lady Linira Cloudwalker 

    swaps gossip with a group of trill women, watching as Lady Shalmae Silverplume 

    regards her surroundings with firm, quiet approval.


    As the dancing continues with great fanfare, one by one the Master Artists 

    finally excuse themselves, leaving Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep a very rosy 

    quartz shade as he puffs up with pride.


     
    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Please feel free to stay and dance as long as 

    you like! When you are ready for the event to end, please tell a member of the 

    Board or the Minister of Cultural Affairs to speak with me."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.


    Daraius wags his tail happily.


    Talan suddenly scoops up the State Symphony Orchestra.


    Talan glances askance.


    Talan drops the State Symphony Orchestra.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep glares angrily at Talan.


    "Tsk, tsk," Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says as he waggles a finger and scolds 

    the world.


    Talan Ysav'rai says, "I'm very sorry. I just... love music so much."


    Talan blushes furiously.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "A common complaint in the Collective, comrade."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Gracious, the Master Artists may be quick 

    dancers, but you are free to dance as slowly as you like! Is the Minister of 

    Cultural Affairs with us today?"


    With an exaggerated curtsey, Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance 

    says, "I am now, indeed."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Though I seem to have 

    missed the prologue to this exciting tale of dancing and balls."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Well that is quite alright. You probably 

    believe me to be quite more competent than the others do as a result."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep glances askance at the State Symphony Orchestra.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Tell me, Minister Shevat, are you fond of the 

    minuet?"


    You have emoted: High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris bites her lip 

    against a grin, glancing at Irillia.


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance darts a quick, mischievous 
    glance in your direction.


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Why, yes, I am indeed,

    Conductor."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep raps his baton sharply, and the orchestra obediently 

    shifts their tune from the romantic waltz to a more festive minuet.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep raps his baton sharply, and the orchestra obediently 

    shifts their tune from the jovial minuet to a solemn requiem.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "The orchestra works as many of your festivals 

    have in the past in Hallifax. However, as we intend to have a more permanent 

    stay, it was believed you ought to have some variety in our reportoire."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep raps his baton sharply, and the orchestra obediently 

    shifts their tune from the sombre requiem to a traditional ballroom waltz.


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "I could not agree 

    more, Conductor, and may I mention add how pleased I am that you and your 

    orchestra have chosen to reside permanently in Hallifax."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "It is our hope that these three scores shall 

    serve the Beacon of Harmony most appropriately for all occasions."


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


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

     
    Talan Ysav'rai says, "It's lovely."


    In an undertone, you say to Irillia, "It seems we have a handful of tutorials 

    on our hands to create."


    Irillia grins mischievously at you.
    Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes,
    "But She was lovely, and all She touched became lovely, too.
    And She touched the Architect's heart, a place that no other had claimed with their artistry."

    ::
    "Or if you pick up something a little too heavy for you, does it hurt?
    It is only a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself."

    - Sunshine, by Robin McKinley
  • ZyphoraZyphora :: the sun in her splendour :: Member Posts: 398 Transcendent
    edited August 2013
    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Then, do give us a 
    sample of your orchestra's musical talents, Conductor, if you please."

    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "When you wish to end this event, however, you 
    need only ask us, Minister. We do have another series of music available for 
    other citizens in Hallifax."

    A sweeping aria resounds throughout the ballroom, lifted by a lilting soprano 
    that harmonizes in perfect accordance to the gentle tap of heels against crystal.

    Airy and bright, the notes of a flute filter through the air to accompany the 
    romantic chords of a piano, their tune coaxing lovers to waltz.

    The muffled sound of music echoes throughout the city, carried from the Grand 
    Collectivist Ballroom on gentle winds.

    The Grand Collectivist Ballroom.

    Bright and airy, this stately chamber is a flawless circle in shape, with a high


    domed ceiling adorned with a masterfully painted fresco illustrating the


    reemergence of Hallifax into the present time stream. Depicting the precise


    moment when the translucent shield separating the city has begun to shatter and


    the winds of the First World are sweeping once more through the crystalline city,


    the fresco's jewel-like colours shine bright and pure overhead. A series of


    wrap-around balustrades ornament several gilded balconies that rise up towards


    the domed ceiling, segmented by an elaborate mezzanine inside which an orchestra


    pit has been cleverly devised. Tall arched windows encircle the ballroom, the


    clear panes bordered with narrow stripes of sky-blue glass that throw azure bars


    of light across the room in a radiant starburst pattern when struck by slanting


    rays of sunshine, moonbeams, or starlight. Between the windows, fluttering


    pennants hang from gilded poles, each embroidered with the state seal of


    Hallifax and the sigils of its guilds. Regal blue velvet carpeting lends an


    impression of warmth and luxury along the walls and upon the wide steps


    descending into a sunken marble dance floor at the centre of the ballroom.


    Before the entirety of the orchestra, Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep holds aloft a

    diamond baton whilst studying the sheet of music at his podium with intense


    scrutiny. A giant fiddleback spider with a barbed stinger scuttles about here,


    tapping one leg, then another. With light brown eyes, a muscular wyvern with


    iron-clawed skeletal wings prowls around here. In the shape of an open palm, a


    metallic sigil lies here. Seated in the orchestra pit of the ballroom, the


    various Symphonists of the State Symphony Orchestra remain poised to perform,


    awaiting instruction. Talan Ysav'rai is here. She wields a viola of ebon


    ravenwood in her left hand. Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance


    is here. White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar is here, surrounded


    by an aura of focused silence. He wields a rapier of the Holy Flame in each hand.


    Daraius Shevat lingers here, his figure traced in a soothing aura of effortless


    serenity. He wields a loboshigaru monk's staff with both hands.


    You see a single exit leading northwest.



    The lucidian and trill Symphonists of the State Symphony Orchestra each wear

    impeccably tailored uniform suits complete with sweeping tail-coats, brass cuff

    links, and a crystal rose on their lapel. Each section of the orchestra has been

    separated in orderly fashion, deeming the background of the ballroom the realm

    of the percussion and the brass instruments, the wings that of the strings, and

    the inner circle that of the woodwind ensemble. Betwixt the strings and the

    woodwinds, a single stately piano, glossy in its crystalline construction,

    resides beside an enchanting golden harp, the solitary instruments each

    harboring a single Symphonist to evoke their harmonies.

    It weighs about 312 pounds.



    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "If you wish for the music to end, you may

    mere ask me for today's even to conclude, Minister."


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance laughingly says, "Ah, but I

    do not wish for the music to end yet!"


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep's eyes sparkle with amusement.


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance looks thoughtful and says,

    "However, for the purposes of demonstration..."


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says to Conductor Fre'zik

    zi'Prouep, "I wish to end this event, please."


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Today's event is

    concluded."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep waves his baton with a flourish as the orchestra

    slows to a stately finish, bowing as Grand Release Ball concludes.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Now, for the small fee of 1000 gold, the

    orchestra may give a smaller sample of music for any who wish to hear it."


    Irillia gets some gold sovereigns from a snowy pack frosted with silver

    snowflakes.


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance looks questioningly from the

    orchestra to Conductor Fre'zik, to her fellow citizens.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep nods his head emphatically.


    Irillia gives some gold sovereigns to Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep exclaims, "We appreciate your patronage of the arts,

    Irillia. Now, let us perform!"


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep raps his baton loudly as the State Symphony

    Orchestra tunes up, producing a muffled cacophony of sound.


    After a brief silence, the sounds of the State Symphony Orchestra swell to a

    great crescendo to signal the beginning of the performance.


    Preceded by the clash of the brass cymbals, the dark rumble of the trombone

    resounds throughout the ballroom.


    While the music soars to its height, the conductor gestures excitedly, causing

    the music to swell with sudden ebullience and vigour.


    Daraius Shevat bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.


    As if in answer, the high, desperate pitch of the oboe rings out, complementing

    the melody.


    The rest of the orchestra hushes as the lingering, plaintive ache of the violin

    laces through the vicinity, quietly drawing the song to its close.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep waves his baton with a flourish as the orchestra

    slows to a stately finish, bowing as the performance concludes.


    Irillia claps her hands together merrily.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "You will find it varies slightly, depending

    on the mood of the orchestra at the time of the performance, but not too

    terribly."


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "Of course. Let it

    never be said that any Hallifaxians ever sought to curtail a musician's

    inspiration."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "For a mere fee of 1000 gold, the State

    Symphony Orchestra is happy to perform for its patrons."


    You have emoted: Zyphora sighs with deep contentment. "That is absolutely

    beautiful. More than we could have ever wished."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep nods his head sagely.


    Irillia nods her head at you.

    Daraius Shevat says to Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep, "Would your players be

    capable of learning new scores, were they provided by the citizenry? I imagine

    the Symphonium may eventually produce some composers of note."


    Irillia hides a grin behind her hand.

    Talan stares implacably at Daraius.


    Talan leaves to the northwest, emanating an aura of immense power.

    A giant fiddleback spider with a barbed stinger scuttles sideways off to the

    northwest.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says to Daraius, "Certainly, although you would have

    to consult with the Magistrate on the subject of compensation for such things."


    Daraius nods his head in agreement.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "We do run on a fee from the city, after all."


    Daraius Shevat says, "Naturally."


    Irillia looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "I do hope what we have in the meantime is

    ample means enough for the present, however."


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep appears to puff up slightly as his entire body glows

    a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.


    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance smiles and says, "Oh, I am

    sure it is. Speaking for myself, at least, I cannot wait to enjoy the extent of

    your musical talents.


    Daraius Shevat says, "Indeed it is. This is all a splendid asset to the

    Commonwealth."

    Post edited by Zyphora on
    Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes,
    "But She was lovely, and all She touched became lovely, too.
    And She touched the Architect's heart, a place that no other had claimed with their artistry."

    ::
    "Or if you pick up something a little too heavy for you, does it hurt?
    It is only a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself."

    - Sunshine, by Robin McKinley
  • ZyphoraZyphora :: the sun in her splendour :: Member Posts: 398 Transcendent
    edited August 2013

    Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance says, "If you are not too

    tired, then, I would entreat you and your orchestra to perform again for us."


    Irillia gives some gold sovereigns to Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep.

    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep exclaims, "We appreciate your patronage of the arts,

    Irillia. Now, let us perform!"


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep raps his baton loudly as the State Symphony

    Orchestra tunes up, producing a muffled cacophony of sound.


    After a brief silence, the sounds of the State Symphony Orchestra swell to a

    great crescendo to signal the beginning of the performance.


    Preceded by the delicate clink of the xylophone's crystal mallets, the bold,

    bright tenor of the trumpet resounds throughout the ballroom.


    While the music soars to its height, the conductor coaxes the piano to lend its

    exquisite harmony.


    As if in answer, the reedy timbre of the bassoon rings out, complementing the

    melody.


    A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest.


    The rest of the orchestra hushes as the sublime, artful resonance of the harp

    laces through the vicinity, quietly drawing the song to its close.


    Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep waves his baton with a flourish as the orchestra

    slows to a stately finish, bowing as the performance concludes.

    Post edited by Zyphora on
    Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes,
    "But She was lovely, and all She touched became lovely, too.
    And She touched the Architect's heart, a place that no other had claimed with their artistry."

    ::
    "Or if you pick up something a little too heavy for you, does it hurt?
    It is only a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself."

    - Sunshine, by Robin McKinley
  • DaraiusDaraius Shevat The juror's taco spotMember Posts: 4,320 Transcendent
    edited September 2013
    I really loved the ruthless efficiency of our musician hunt, and especially Talan's unbridled love for the orchestra. Also, I forgot my entrance looked like that.  :x
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