A Formal Etiquette and Dance Class brought to you by the Ministry of Cultural Affairs of the city of Hallifax, the Beacon of Harmony.
Etiquette Class held by the Lord Aelaoili Skysoarer and Lady Linira Cloudwalker ; Dance Class held by Minister Xeii Shevat and August Nelras Shevat.
The Grand Collectivist Ballroom.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Wispy white light billows from a frosted glass chandelier overhead.
Seated in the orchestra pit of the ballroom, the various Symphonists of the State Symphony Orchestra
remain poised to perform, awaiting instruction. 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. Engraved with soaring swans, a crystalline table stands here, various platters,
bowls, and trays stacked high upon it. Yvai, the battle sheep dwells here, antler-bearing head
raised proudly. Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate stands here, surrounded in an aura of ghostly,
flickering wings. He is surrounded by one reflection of himself. Her hands covering her eyes, the
statue of a winged, crystal woman bows her head here, weeping.
You see a single exit leading northwest.
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Aeldra, "I am afraid that there might be a small delay,
although it will only be a small one. Do feel free to help yourself to something from the table
while we wait."
Aeldra nods softly at Nelras, "A small hold up you say?" she flutters around the bowl once more,
before tearing herself away to hover next to Nelras again, "I don't think I'll be very attentive if
I give in to the snacks now." she remarks to Nelras' offer.
Aeldra looks over at you, a hopeful smile on her lips, asking "Are there doom cakes?"
You sadly say to Aeldra, "Sadly not! I was unable to find honeycombs."
Aeldra slumps down slightly, her form shrinking a little. "Aww, that's sad." she remarks, "But
probably for the best. Not sure I could focus on anything if there were doom cakes."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement at Aeldra.
Ejderha grins slyly as he lifts a snowflake-etched tea cup of frosted glass to his lips. "If we are
practicing for an Ascension Gala, I wonder if Doom Cakes are tempting the Fates a bit?"
Glancing between you and Aeldra, Nelras says, "I am sure that honeycombs can be found another day."
Aeldra grins at Ejderha, "I think everyone is tempted by doom cakes. They are that delicious." she
finished with an enthusiastic nod.
Eyes sparkling, you say, "I have made a new doom cake recipe, for the Trial of Beauty."
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Ejderha, "Such is almost to be expected of the Gala, I
would think. All of us, all of the sealbearers as well, gathered in one place - is that not also
tempting the Fates?"
Aeldra flutters over to you, whispering "But you haven't revealed it yet!" to you. "I'd love to try
A series of pure, crystalline notes sounds in the air as Xeii steps smoothly into being.
Ejderha raises his glass in salute to Nelras, his grin widening to a smile. "Excellent point,
Legate! Perhaps this temptation would even distract the Fates from the main event!"
Nelras smiles softly at Xeii.
Xeii curtseys gracefully.
You have emoted: Anita clasps her paws together and smiles sheepishly at Aeldra, "I do not want to
jinx my chances if I made it before the places were announced!"
The Grand Collectivist Ballroom.
Banks of clouds roil about here. 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. Wispy white
light billows from a frosted glass chandelier overhead. Seated in the orchestra pit of the ballroom,
the various Symphonists of the State Symphony Orchestra remain poised to perform, awaiting
instruction. 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. Engraved with soaring
swans, a crystalline table stands here, various platters, bowls, and trays stacked high upon it.
Yvai, the battle sheep dwells here, antler-bearing head raised proudly. Mianzi, the little red panda
sits here, tail curled around her body as she watches the world curiously. Her hands covering her
eyes, the statue of a winged, crystal woman bows her head here, weeping. Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern
Legate stands here, surrounded in an aura of ghostly, flickering wings. He is surrounded by one
reflection of himself. Tribune Ejderha Strongleaf with a Pilgrim face radiates an aura of severity
and calm as he lingers here. He wields a snowflake-etched tea cup of frosted glass in his left hand.
Wreathed in the interwoven threads of the Great Tapestry, a Fate-touched adventurer stands here.
You see a single exit leading northwest.
You see the following people here:
Aeldra, Nelras, Ejderha, Xeii, Anita.
Constructed from smooth planes of frosted crystalline, this exquisite table bears tiny, artfully
placed snowflake inclusions beneath its surface. Smooth and polished, the edges are reminiscent of
ice with decorative, bevelled edges. This fine piece of furniture sits atop thick and stout legs,
each crystal pillar engraved with the crest of the Aerie, soaring swans flying to partake of the
It weighs about 100 pounds.
An exquisite, crystalline table engraved with soaring swans is holding:
"keg205663" a barrel-shaped keg of bloodstone (filled with ambrosial wind wisp
"keg27708" a beehive keg (filled with harmonious pearl white tea)
"keg299418" a shiny moonhart keg (filled with golden aubade white tea)
3 items found.
It has the following aliases: table, banquet.
[HINT]: You see a PLATTER, a BOWL, and a TRAY on the table. Probe them to see the menu selection.
Cups and glasses are empty, refill them from a keg or other container.
Aeldra makes a courteous mid-air bow towards Xeii, smiling at her appearance, before turning her
attention towards you again, "I understand, but please do understand it's hard to contain my
excitement at that, as well."
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 epitomises 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.
It has the following aliases: conductor, fre'zik, zi'prouep, lucidian.
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.
It has the following aliases: orchestra, state, symphony.