The Carnival of Coruscating Carousal

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Logs and blurbs relating to Gaudiguch's refounding celebration.

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An foreword by Gaudiguch's one and only Mercurcial Monger

(Gaudiguch): Morshoth says, "Come one, come all, the Carnival of Coruscating Carousal shall begin 

before you know it!"

(Gaudiguch): You say, "Hup hup hup!"

You dive dramatically towards the ground, flowing lithely into a graceful handstand that leaves you 

staring at everything upside-down.

Persayis grins mischievously at you.

(Gaudiguch): Morshoth says, "One-hundred years, and we've yet to burn the city to cinders, huzzah!"

Glancing back over her shoulder, Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque says, 

"Hmmm...where'd I stow that contortionist?"

The corners of Arkellius's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque sways drunkenly to the centre of the room, 

her glassy gaze falling to each of you in turn as she slowly drags the edge of the bottle in her 

hand across her lower lip and takes a taste.

Lifting her veil-adorned wrist to flick her fingers towards the flame behind her, Mercurial Monger 

Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque says, "When did they think we would come? Did we watch the 

world burn from time? Or perhaps see the lack of it?"

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque presses that hand now to her alcohol 

flushed cheek and favours you with an indulgent smile. One foot glides forward, then turns inward, 

her body following in a sluggish, slightly off-kilter spin. The fingers round the bottle grow slack 

as she dips backward, the hand to her cheek sliding to her lips as she slowly rocks her hips back 

and forth.

Grasping the bottle just before it slips from her hand, Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, 

Anointed Arabesque says, "Children of one, and one of many, we revel in the night. We have stepped 

into the void of our own minds and sought enlightenment. We alone know the truth beneath mistruths!"

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque sways backward and laughs, her violet-blue 

gaze sliding up the towering inferno before her. Exotic wafts of perfume, laced with the distinct 

scent of sweet liquor, drifts through the air as she sways like this, her curvaceous form lit in a 

seductive silhouette.

Lifting both hands as if to embrace the flame, Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed 

Arabesque says, "Burn, my loves, my comrades and friends. Love like it's a dream and live each day 

as if your last. Hold our secrets close, for none other compare. None other DARE."

Tendrils of violet flame, caught in her void-dark tresses, slide down each strand and flick through 

the air as she whips her long hair back.

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque' arms extend to form a crescent, the veils 

that descend to the floor catching the light of the flames to shimmer like living voidcopper, like 

the blood of unnamed things, as they billow outward.

Sultry voice creeping forth in slurring tones, Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed 

Arabesque whispers, "A carnival of feasting, a carnival of fools. Drink from your soul, taste the 

font of want and drag deep the bittersweet longing within you all."

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque turns, presenting herself in half profile 

as she presses an elegant finger to her lips. A knowing glint fills those inebriated eyes, overtakes 

this jovial, pleasured expression, replacing it with deception.

With a wry twist of lips, Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque says, 

"Intoxication is but a facet of our reality."

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque brings her arm sharply downward, releasing 

the bottle with such force that it shatters at her feet in a liquid cloud of glass and amber, then 

billowing smoke.

The glistening smoke engulfs her, a choking miasma that roils up her body until all that is left is 

her teasing eyes. When the smoke disperses, she is gone, leaving naught but the opiate-laden taste 

of this occurrence in her wake.

Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque glides in from the east, a sly smile on her 

lips.

Alary blinks.

Arkellius's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque says to Morshoth, "Warlord?"

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Opening speech by Warlord Morshoth Ryseni

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni waves to the audience, smiling at his adoring fans.

Morshoth claps his hands together twice, and two young dracnari men scamper forward from behind the 

curtains, placing a podium before him.

You reach over to yourself and fan yourself with your hand, trying to keep yourself cool.

 

Placing a stack of papers on the podium, Morshoth stands up straight, dusting off his suit, and 

smiles at the audience.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "Greetings, Gaudiguch, City of Freedom!"

 

Morshoth clears his throat quite loudly, attempting to get the attention of the audience. He stands 

still, until a silence is finally reached.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "One hundred years ago, Gaudiguch was returned from the timestream, 

frozen there since the end of the Taint Wars."

Behind the Warlord, a large banner unfurls, depicting the events that lead to Gaudiguch being frozen 

in time, the battle between Hallifax and Gaudiguch that would change their history forever.

 

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "Many worked towards the ultimate goal of making this city habitable 

again, from the Seekers who sought its return, long before it occurred, to all who worked with 

Scuchidira in helping establish the basic defenses of the city, so that others could eventually call 

it home."

 

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "Once the city was able to house citizens, the real work began. 

Gaudiguch had never in the past had a government style traditional to the other cities and communes 

of the Basin, run by a spiritual leader in the past. The job fell on the first leaders of the city 

to establish this new form of government, and to ensure that it worked. As you can tell by the 

success of the city that surrounds us, their hard work paid off!"

 

Persayis grins and nods.

Stretching his arms outward, to beckon towards the city that surrounds him, Morshoth releases the 

second banner along the back wall, which shows Scuchidira standing in front of the Eternal Flame, 

surrounded by the many citizens she inducted.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "First to return, thanks to the wisdom of Scuchidira, were the 

Pyromancers."

Morshoth pauses, awaiting the eruption of cheers from the Pyromancers present.

 

Iosen looks about himself suspiciously.

 

Persayis urges Alary onwards.

Iosen shouts out a happy "Yay!"

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "The Pyromancers worked diligently towards establishing themselves in 

the city, and worked to ensure that the Plane of Fire was guarded, and that the Eternal Flame would 

continually burn strong."

 

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "They've continued to strive, pushing through every challenge thrown 

their way, and the Flame continues to Burn bright. Hats off to you all, Pyromancers!"

 

Utterly entranced, Alary emits a long "Ooooh."

 

Alary claps her hands together merrily.

Morshoth bows down, removing his hat from his head.  As he does so, a banner unfurls behind him, 

revealing the Five Sacred Flames of the Plane of Fire.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "Next, the Templars returned, ready to defend the city once more."

Morshoth grins, as he awaits the sound of metal against metal as the Templars clash their swords 

together.

You nudge Aliod suggestively.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "The Templars quickly stepped into their role as the strong arm of the 

city, ready to defend it once more. They take up their swords every day in defense of this city, and 

it should be an honour to you all to fight beside them."

 

Persayis nods her head in agreement.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "I raise my lyre to you all, Templars, may your strength continue to 

grow!"

Persayis cheers wildly!

Morshoth raises his lyre towards the sky, and as he does so, a banner drops down behind him, 

revealing a shield with a nine-pointed star, which sits above two crossed swords.

Arkellius gives up a round of applause.

 

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "The Illuminati returned to the city not long after, learning the ways 

of the guardians of Vortex once more."

 

Morshoth glances to the audience, who remain completely silent.  He then begins to chuckle, then 

clears his throat once more.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "Their secrets have helped the city run for this long, and their 

return ensured the success of the city once more. Without the Illuminati, Gaudiguch would definitely 

not be where it is today."

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "May all your secrets remain hidden, Illuminati!"

 

Morshoth places a single finger upon his lips, as a banner depicting the pyramid of the Illuminati 

unfurls, upon the pyramid the symbol of the all-seeing eye.

Persayis gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

 

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "Last, but certainly not least, the Minstrels came to establish 

themselves, giving home to the Voice of Gullagumbah."

 

Nausicaa, the Nimble Acrobat perks up, her attention perhaps not having been utterly devoted to the 

stage previously.

Eltorinus gasps suddenly and begins to inhale and exhale deeply and rapidly.

Arkellius cheers wildly!

You hum a happy tune.

Before he finishes his sentence, a rumble of cheers begin to erupt from the audience.  Morshoth?s 

face fills with a large smile, and he takes a swig from a bottle of whiskey, as the Minstrels within 

the audience continue their cheering.

You cheer wildly!

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "The Minstrels have worked to establish themselves as the beacon of 

culture within the city since their return. Their work has been quite successful, even with all of 

the drunks we have to step over to get to the stage these days!"

 

Nausicaa throws her hands into the air and gives a loud, "WOO!"

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque waves her glass around wildly.

 

The corners of Arkellius's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Voice slurred, Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque says, "We're not that 

drunk!"

Quietly, Ebon Priest Aliod, Scarlet Grail of Void-wine says, "Yet."

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "To you, Minstrels, I drink!"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Yes, you are."

Arkellius grins mischievously at Persayis.

Morshoth takes another sip from a bottle of whiskey.  As he does so, a banner of deep indigo 

depicting a large viola surrounded by bottles, kegs, and dancers in revelry drops down along the 

back wall.

Persayis gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

Eltorinus Ama'rua, the Prismatic Wolf says, "Almost makes me want to return."

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "Now, on the one-hundredth anniversary of our city?s return, we 

celebrate! We celebrate the success our city has had, pushing through any obstacles towards success! 

We celebrate the beacon that this city has become for Freedom in the Basin, outshining all others! 

We celebrate our Pantheon, who has helped guide us with Their Divine wisdom! We celebrate our 

leaders, past and present, who have served to run this city! We celebrate you, and all those before 

you, who have given their blood, sweat, tears, ideas, support, and most of all, their love, to help 

build this city!"

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "To you, Gaudiguch, I applaud!"

Morshoth claps his hands together repeatedly, behind him the largest banner of them all unfurling.  

Upon the banner is embroidered, 'The Carnival of Coruscating Carousal: Gaudiguch Celebrates One-

Hundred Years!'

"Huzzah!" Persayis shouts triumphantly.

Eltorinus gasps suddenly and begins to inhale and exhale deeply and rapidly.

Feyda gives the world a thumbs up.

Nausicaa cheers wildly!

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "I look forward to working with you all throughout these next one-

hundred years to help this city continue to grow and prosper. Now, let the Carnival begin!"

Morshoth raises a shot glass high into the air, prompting the audience to do so as well.

Arkellius gives up a round of applause.

Charming Carouser Shandra Ryseni, Flower of the Desert murmurs, "Better supply him with kafe."

Troubadour Arkellius raises his shot glass.

Alary raises her glass in a toast.

"Woot!" Persayis shouts excitedly.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni says, "For Freedom!"

Arkellius raises his head, juts out his shoulders and proudly proclaims, "FOR FREEDOM!"

You yell, "For Freedom!"

Persayis raises her head, juts out her shoulders and proudly proclaims, "FOR FREEDOM!"

Iosen snaps his fingers, releasing sparkling motes of coloured light.

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Aliod smiles softly.

Nausicaa raises her glass in a toast to a shot glass.

Morshoth throws his head back, allowing the whiskey to pour down his throat.  He licks the remainder 

off of his lips, slams the shot glass down onto the podium, and walks offstage.

Alary raises her head, juts out her shoulders and proudly proclaims, "FOR FREEDOM!"

Eltorinus suddenly inhales deeply.

Nausicaa raises her head, juts out her shoulders and proudly proclaims, "FOR FREEDOM!"

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A Pyromantic puppet show by Alary Ysav'rai

The curtains part on a broad stage of volcanic rock, heralding the start of the performance of 

'Alary's Puppet Show'.

Dys claps her hands together merrily.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner gives a wild cheer in the direction of a broad stage 

of volcanic rock!

Alary says, "Please have a seat, or stand in the back. I humbly ask that you refrain from talking, 

as it may break my concentration."

Alary says, "Welcome to this presentation, on behalf of the Pyromancers. We hope you will enjoy this,

 and take these lessons to heart. These lessons do not just apply to the Pyromancers, but to all of 

Gaudiguch. We must all find balance within ourselves. Enjoy."

Alary bows before the audience before stepping backwards on the stage, masking herself in the 

darkness of the eaves.

Alary says, "A long time ago, there was a young Pyromancer. His name was Warai, and he was a young 

dracnari far too full of himself."

Alary waves her hands about and they begin to glow. A shape takes form downstage, a detailed figure 

of dracnari persuasion. The form begins to prance about, seemingly creating small flames of it's own.

Alary says, "Now, Warai ignored the very teachings of his guild. He fell swiftly into a life of 

excess, taking the meaning of such a life to it's very extremes. He had no friends, only 

acquaintances. He pushed away any other person with his greed and rudeness. He took lovers with 

abandon, using them and tossing them away with such carelessness for their being."

Alary weaves the flame with her hands and the small figure becomes surrounded by other figures, each 

slowly popping out of existence in succession until only the original figure remains.

Alary says, "Warai's guild master went to him, and beseeched him to learn of the Seven Sacred Pyres, 

to speak with the Fire Lords themselves, as his reputation was bringing ruin to the guild and city."

With a small flick of her glowing wrist and a bowed figure appears before the original, the two 

forms dance around each other as if in a great argument, until finally the original pushes the other 

to the ground and walks a small distance away.

Alary says, "Now, Warai loved being a Pyromancer. He loved the fire, the strength, and the beauty of 

it all. He was not about to leave the guild. As it was, he had angered every other guild at the time,

 he had no friends who would take him in."

Alary makes a complex gesture with her hands and the form begins to pace in a circle, tiny hands 

clasped behind it's back.

Alary says, "Warai decided to push it all away and lose himself further into his lifestyle. He drank 

himself to oblivion and gambled every last coin he had. On the seventh night of this, he fell into a 

stupor deep enough that he was approached by the very Fire Lords themselves in his dreams."

You whisper, "We've aaaall been there..."

With another complex gesture and the figure stumbles and falls over, the light surrounding it 

dimming to near nothing. Four new figures appear around it. A woman, her figure flickering every 

color of the rainbow. A second woman, flames crimson and yellow and flickering brightly. A man, his 

flame so hot it burns a bright white, leaving one unable to look upon it for long. An androgynous 

figure, flames colored orange and tapering to a bright blue. These figures bow over the fallen 

original, sadness evident in their statures.

Shandra smiles wryly at you.

Alary says, "Each Lord came to him, speaking to him. Agni, Lady of Embers discussed with him his 

lust for others. She taught him to control such urges. Tejas, Lady of Blossoming Fires spoke to him 

about his pride, teaching him such pride can be a double edged sword. Ignis, Lord of the Howling 

Flame came with teachings of wrath, bringing the knowledge that only when used correctly can wrath 

make a positive. Pyrphoros, Lord of the Ravenous Inferno came to Warai about his gluttonous ways, 

teaching that only in moderation can peace be found. Then, together, they spoke to him of the other 

sins."

Alary holds her hands high above her head as the bowed figures straighten once more, helping the 

fallen figure to his feet.

Alary says, "They spoke of his sloth, his greed, and his envy. Together, they taught him that only 

once you have accepted these things within yourself, and balance them, can you know peace and 

happiness. Warai awoke, knowledge within himself of such teachings. He changed his ways, and became 

a great Archmage."

Alary lowers her hands, the four figures vanishing in a puff of smoke. The smoke clears, revealing a 

happy figure holding a staff and teaching a collection of smaller figures.

Alary says, "That, is my tale. It will do you all well to learn from this, as we all must. Thank you 

for coming."

You feel that a broad stage of volcanic rock deserves some congratulation, and so you clap wildly.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner directs a round of applause towards a broad stage of 

volcanic rock.

The curtains draw to a close on a broad stage of volcanic rock, signaling the conclusion of the 

performance of 'Alary's Puppet Show'.

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Descriptions and costumes for the Opposite Gender Contest

ZAFIRAH

She is a fierce illuminated dracnari and her overall appearance is that of an extremely chubby old man. The fake male's form is short, barely standing at 5 feet. His stomach puffs out to nearly two feet in front of him, though the occasional shift of fabric reveals the pillowy stuffing used to create the look. Grey fluff has been glued to his face to give him the look of being in his late years of life, wrinkles made from making on his forehead and eyes only adding to the effect of near-death age. Despite this, his face is very jolly, with bright pink cheeks and happy blue eyes. Curled into loose ringlets, his grey hair is long but well cared for, and strangely enough the scent of peppermint and sugar cookies lingers on it. His legs are stubby and short, as are his arms, no doubt from a steady diet of sweets and eggnog or perhaps simply a skilled tailors padding abilities. Occasionally, he'll let out a loud cry of good wishes and happy solstices, before laughing heartily while holding his massive stomach. She is wearing a tacky Solstice vest, an autumnal kilt, a bright solstice hat and wintry boots with ice skates.

ERITHEYL

He is a stout brewmeister dwarf scandalous demigod and stands firm at just below four feet in height, the very picture of somewhat-relative elegance and primped dwarven beauty. Wild tresses fall in waves from the crown of her head to her wide shoulders, pale and smooth as fraying twine, accenting the pumpkin-orange glow of her pockmarked skin and the finely combed body hair that plays across it. Though her features may ordinarily be a touch masculine, their natural beauty is only brought out by the cakey, asymmetrical mess of powders and cream makeup that so lovingly adorns her face: severely arched brows as dark as the night sky itself are set just above overreaching smears of vivid blue tint, nearly swallowing her eyelids in their magnificence. Wonderfully elongated lashes, far too thick and extravagant for the common woman, are further accented by the contrast of silver shining both at their tips and in a solid crest that sweeps beyond the corner of each eye. Her lips are lined with black and plump beyond all expectations, enticing and ruby red like the finest of mulled wines, second only in prime femininity to the exaggerated shadow of cleavage that pronounces her ample bosom. Stubby fingers and toes alike highlighted with a vivid red polish, this dwarven masterpiece is visibly a model for not only her kind, but women all across the Basin. He is wearing a golden brooch set with a black fire opal, a ribbon-laced black and ivory corset, a pair of fingerless black gloves, a pair of sheer black stockings and high-heeled boots of red suede. He walks with the truefavour of Zvoltz. He walks with the truefavour of Nocht. He walks with the truefavour of Mysrai.

ALARY

She is a fierce illuminated dracnari and stands at a solid seven feet. His body is sinuous, waif like in appearance. His scales are bright orange, and littered with black spots. His face is flat, two sharp fangs peeking out of his widely set mouth. Darker orange ridges sit above also widely set eyes, blood red eyes beneath the ridges. Two flaps of skin flare out from his neck, looking like a large cobra. Black spikes start between his eyes and cascade back over his head and down his spine, tapering to a point on his thin tail, where it flares out into a large club of spikes. His legs are bent oddly, digitigrade in form. His hands are fairly normal, only the long black claws setting them apart from a human's. His feet are obscenely large, three large toes with even larger claws. A dew claw sticks out from his upraised heel. She is wearing a bloodstone salamander stud through her labret, a heavy crimson robe decorated with prancing foxes, symbolic crimson gloves, a ridiculous pig nose, mercurial Mysraian prayer beads, a mottled bloodstone watch, a collar of liberation, a red-gold, gem encrusted phoenix brooch, a starry burning censer brooch and blue velvet silver buckle boots. She walks with the truefavour of Mysrai. She walks with the truefavour of Estarra.

ARKELLIUS

He is a feathered trill and carries 'her'self with a dainty demeanor. 'Her' feathers are a jet black shade, falling down to reach just below the shoulders, curling lightly as they fall. 'Her' eyes have a rare case of heterochromea, having one eye a verdant shade of green while the other is a deep violet. 'She' has a soft smile on 'her' lips, hinting at a secret well-kept. 'Her' lithe form stands just under six feet, with the jet black feathers of her wings so dark that it seems light cannot escape their embrace. They stretch out to a wingspan of about seven feet, though 'she' keeps them tucked closely against 'her' back. He is wearing a canvas backpack, an etched amethyst ring, an etched garnet ring, a blue bone ring with a pink beryl rose, a yellow bone ring with a sapphire pool, a molten ring of smouldering flames, a ring of grasping hands, a delicate white ring, a resplendent rainbow sari, a shifting veil of scarlet-hued silk, a bracelet of dance and dusk, gracefully arched silver high-heeled sandals, a garnet night legacy necklace, a wine-hued, silk shawl aglitter with hazy garnets and a circlet of golden chains.

IOSEN

He is a fierce illuminated dracnari and has cracked midnight green scales that glisten with crushed diamond powder. His dull muted yellow eyes greatly contrast his scales but are accented by lids that have been coated in ash, followed by a gaudy orange, and then further augmented by long curled eyelashes. A narrow hawkish snout extends from his face, consisting of a sharp jawline and thin lips that have been coloured a deep red. The rouge on his cheeks combined with shade of his lips, make the white of his teeth stand out brilliantly when he smiles. A strong neck flows into a ample chest that seems to defy gravity in relation to his slight frame. His heavily calloused hand end in narrow fingers and sharp talons that have been coated in white with a small red and orange flame within its borders. Extending from his lower back is a long slender tail which appears to have been blackened at the tip. Standing arond six foot eight inches in height, his long limbs and slight slender build owe to a classic look of beauty and grace. He is wearing an elegant dragon wedding band, the Medallion of the High Flame, a crown of the master tradesman, a scaled dracnari heritage ring, a sparkling pink princess gown, a soft kitten bag and dazzling diamond slippers.

IARI

She is a fierce illuminated dracnari and and stands at around six foot tall, with smooth tanned skin. Atop her head, a plumed ivory hued hat conceals the majority of her raven-black hair, with only the left side revealed by the stylish tilt that is sits at. Silk ruffles from the neckline of her undershirt rise up from beneath the rugged, yet dashing golden vest, and undershirts the long ruffled sleeves give way to a pair of leather gloves, decorated with golden scrollwork. The shirt is tucked into a pair of tight fitting ivory dress trousers, which stretch down into a pair of rugged sailing boots. The hilt of a blade is visible from within the platinum scabbard, which hangs around the belt around her waist. Her slender frame is free of excess fat, her arms and legs possessing sleek, sinewy muscle. Vibrant yellow eyes with slitted pupils peer out at the world above a button nose, and a slight hint of sharp teeth can be seen when her lips quirk into a roguish smile. The combination of her slender frame, narrow hips and clothing gives her a distinctly boyish look. She is wearing distinguished ivory men's dress trousers, a golden swashbuckler's vest, a dashing hat with a massive plume, black sailor's boots, a pair of supple leather hunting gloves, an embossed leather belt and a black-tinted platinum scabbard.

ELTORINUS

She is a ferocious loboshigaru scandalous demigoddess and And towers close to seven feet in height, that strong build, nevertheless, held with graceful poise. Her fur is multi-hued and adorned with tiny, dazzling diamonds, the strands shifting in colour at the slightest bristle. Her eyes are a mirrored gaze graced with shimmering mauve powder, the lashes that veil these darkened with kohl so that they stand out in a dramatic fan against her eyelids. A long muzzle reveals razer sharp canines when she smiles, these dangerous teeth set off by the bright red tint that adorns them. Padded paws showcase painted claws that are long and sharp, all of which are trimmed into dainty points at the end. She is wearing a perfume pendant featuring a detailed cameo of Lord-and-Lady Mysrai, a Locket of Changeling Memories, mercurial Mysraian prayer beads, a knight's scabbard of ruby flames, a shimmering sea scabbard, a shifting, living poppy of teal-coloured petals, a ridiculous pig nose, the Boots of Astral Jumping, a powerplex jewel, the Charm of the Clangoru, a skintight black silk suit, an alluring black lace mask, high-heeled boots of ebony leather and a dark crown with silken webs. She walks with the truefavour of Estarra.

DYS

She is an ordinary human and tall and slender with cold blue eyes. Her dark hair is tied back in a simple ponytail, away from her angular features. What skin is visible is deeply tanned, hinting at time spent outside in a hot climate. A dusting of stubble has been carefully drawn onto her chin, and there is a suspicious bulge down the front of her trousers. She is wearing elegant gold silk gloves studded with beryls, a white wedding suit, a white gentleman's hat, a pair of black patent leather shoes touched with gold and a gold studded belt."

PERSAYIS

She is a graceful elfen demigoddess and is tall and androgynous, moving with the effortlessly weightless grace most of her race possesses. Silken tresses of cocoa, cinnamon and deep, tenebrous black are shorn into a masculine style that shows off the angular shape of her face. Long, delicately pointed ears arch from her head, each length of cartilage tattooed with curling, violet flames. Her wide eyes are a brilliant shade of cerulean with a burst of lilac around the pupil, the striking combination resembling a desert bloom unfurling to receive a kiss from the sun. Set beneath elegantly arched eyebrows, her sooty lashes dramatically enhance the intensity of her eyes, making her veiled gaze seem impenetrable. Well-defined features further add to her exotic appearance, with high cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, and full, pink lips that are framed by a sleek, faux moustache. Sun-darkened skin of caramel describes her figure, touches of shimmering gold powder lending highlights to the warm shade. She is wearing the Charm of the Clangoru, a choker of inner reflections, a shifting, living poppy of golden petals, a dapper, viridian-banded black felt hat, a fiery sapphire rose earring through her right ear, a fiery sapphire rose earring through her left ear, a Leprechaun's Medal of Profligate Inebriation, a bracelet of dance and dusk, a black-gold unity ring wreathed in amethyst poppies, an iridescent sea sponge ring, a ridiculous pig nose, mercurial Mysraian prayer beads, a star-etched jade ring, a twining swans ring, a perfume pendant featuring a detailed cameo of Lord-and-Lady Mysrai, a tribal veil circlet, a silver bracelet watch wreathed in purple flames, a whimsical bluebell coin pouch, a pinky ring of thick silver set with a sapphire, a rainbow coloured ring, a beryl sun ring, a twilight-hued velvet satchel, a light blue coral ring, a ring of dusky dates, a tarnished silver ring displaying a single, scarlet poppy, a pinstriped zoot suit and a pair of black patent leather shoes touched with gold. Tattooed on her hands is an illustration of voidcopper eyes on the palms. She walks with the truefavour of Mysrai.

Caerulo

You forgot the titles!

Eritheyl

Yes yes I know, a lot of people ran off before I could post it all up in full  :-<

Let's see the ones I can remember/catch unchanged...

Jolly Zafirah Qatoc, A Bundle of Joy

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival

Dominant Male Alary Ysav'rai, Cobra Extraordinaire

Shy Arkellius, something something something (Persayis will remember)

Archdiva Iosen Firestar, Prime Palace Walker

Eltorinus Ama'rua, Pristmatic She-Wolf

Dapper Persayis Dreyriandi, Ladykiller

Iari and Dys I absolutely don't remember. Will update as I investigate!

Eritheyl

Performance by Arkellius

Troubadour Arkellius says, "As I was saying, thank you all for attending, and I hope you enjoy this 

as much as I do performing it!"

Troubadour Arkellius pulls out a small bit of flint and steel, preparing for the events to come.

Troubadour Arkellius spreads his wings widely, throwing an arm out and to the side. This action 

triggers an ethereal song, which plays a slow, drumming beat.

Troubadour Arkellius makes a swift motion towards the bottle in his left hand, and quickly fills his 

mouth with alcohol. He begins to tap a foot upon the ground, matching the rhythm of the drums as his 

wings begin to slowly flutter, their darkness seeming to almost pierce the very air around them.

Troubadour Arkellius waves an arm past his mouth with a flourish, and a suddenly an enlarged plume 

of flame emits from his mouth. The plume of fire radiates heat, though Arkellius shows no sign of 

hesitation as the dangerous inferno seems to exit his mouth.

The flame disappears with a rush, and Arkellius steps back, moving gracefully back with one foot

behind the other. A sly look appears upon his face as a wing flows in front of him, a thin stream of

fire passing over the appendage as it moves away again. The Trill shows no hesitation as his other

wing comes forth, its shade at complete contrast with the plume of flame that lights over it,

lighting the area around with an orange glow.

Troubadour Arkellius watches carefully as the flame again dissipates, and he lowers his gaze towards 

the audience. With a flourish of one of his wings, he spins, the darkness of his feathers almost 

blurring his form as he descends to the ground. With a swift push, Arkellius takes off into the air 

with a large explosion of fire below seeming to propel him upwards. The flames quickly crackle and 

dissipate, leaving behind only the airborne Trill soaring high towards the ceiling.

Troubadour Arkellius's black wings flap powerfully through the air, keeping the Trill aloft as he 

flows through the air as one would through water, gracefully spinning as he rises. He comes to a 

stop in midair with a powerful flap of his wings, maintaining his new altitude with little movement.

Troubadour Arkellius extends his arms with a sense of power about them, and three large wooden hoops 

appear suspended in the air, held aloft by thick chains that extend upwards. With a burst of his 

wings, Arkellius surges forward, flying towards the hoops at a high speed.

Troubadour Arkellius emits a massive pulse of fire from his mouth as he passes by each hoop, 

lighting the structures in flame as he does so. The hoops now appear little less than large circles 

of flame, the wood lost in the inferno containing it. Arkellius doubles back now, pausing at the 

opposite side of the hoops with another powerful beat of his wings. The drumbeat hits a pause, the 

moment suddenly placed into silence.

Troubadour Arkellius springs into action as the drumbeats suddenly continue, their pace now frenzied 

and powerful as the sharp beats match the twists and turns that Arkellius makes. He soars forward, 

his wings tucking into his sides in midair as he passes through the first hoop, a trail of embers 

following him from structure as he passes through. He performs a sharp turn in the air as his wings 

unfurl again, preventing him from plummeting out of his flight.

Troubadour Arkellius makes another swift change in direction, adjusting towards the next hoop. His 

black wings make a sharp contracts as he passes through the hoop, widespread wings pushing through 

the sides of it and causing the structure to divide at the midsection. Small flecks of embers could 

now be seen upon his jet wings, their orange glow seeming as though stars in the night upon his 

feathers.

Troubadour Arkellius takes another mouthful of the beverage at his side as he flies, preparing for 

another feat. As he soars towards the last hoop, he angles himself slightly upward and flaps one 

wing powerfully before tucking them against his body. This causes the man to spin wildly in midair, 

doing a corkscrew as he passes through the hoop. As soon as he does, a large plume of flame envelops 

the circle, spewing powerfully around in a circle and creating a veritable tornado of fire as 

Arkellius continues rotating. His wings unfurl again, and he takes high towards the ceiling, the 

structures all beginning to fade in their integrity.

Troubadour Arkellius throws the bottle into the air and grins as it smashes against the ceiling, 

coating the Trill in the very alcohol he'd been using. This ignites the embers upon his wings, 

causing them to burst into flame. Their darkness could still be seen through the fire, mysteriously 

unscathed by the burning flame as the orange pyre seemed to envelop them.

Troubadour Arkellius now takes a nosedive towards the ground, his fast pace seeming dangerous as he 

charges towards the stage below. His burning wings seem to make him resemble a pheonix as their 

orange glow dash towards the waiting earth. With a loud slam, an explosion of fire covers the 

landing zone that Arkellius had chosen, and after a moment all that remains is a silver smoke 

coating the air. At the impact, the three hoops also crumbled, fading away into the air as they did 

so and leaving behind only raining embers.

Troubadour Arkellius clears the smoke with a powerful flap of his wings, emerging unscathed from the 

ethereal mist. His wings remain pristine, though faint traces of embers can still be seen upon their 

form. With a quick ruffle of his feathers, even these are shaken off to the ground. Pulling one of 

his dark wings in front of his body and only letting his verdant eyes appear over the appendage, he 

gives a deep bow, flaring his wing outward again with a flourish.

You give Arkellius a wild cheer!

Morshoth applauds Arkellius heartily.

Troubadour Arkellius pats out the remaining embers upon the ground.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "That was great!"

Diamine's eyes sparkle with amusement at Arkellius.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says to Arkellius, "Become a 

pyromancer!"

Eritheyl

Snippets from the wet shirt contest (full log pending)

Emanating from the aether, a sonorous multi-toned voice says, "How progresses?"

You grip your sides and chortle madly.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "Well! Just wetting of the shirts occuring!"

You say, "For a second that almost...sounded like..."

You squint suspiciously at your surroundings.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "The person who won the last one of these that I know of."

An echoing laugh sounds out over the beach, followed by the scent of resins.

Alary blinks.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "What?"

You hide a grin behind your hand.

A flicker and a flash of light reveals the figure of the Beckoner Beyond the Maze, His eyes glittering with stars.

Morshoth kneels before Mysrai, swearing his allegiance to Him.

Alary kneels before Mysrai, swearing her allegiance to Him.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "Greetings, Great One!"

Stratas kneels before Mysrai, swearing his allegiance to Him.

You have emoted: Eritheyl dips into a low bow, struggling to keep his fruity breasts in place.

Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "Greetings, My Morshoth. We thought to lend a touch of the past to your festivities."

Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "We have come forth to enjoy the fruits of your labor."

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says to Mysrai, "I'm enjoying the fruits of his labor."

Morshoth points accusingly at you.

Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "Truly, the paradigms of those melons are pleasing. If rather bruising."

---

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix drops her tail and turns suddenly, spreading her arms out side and losing both grapefruit in the water.

You grip your sides and chortle madly at Alary.

Alary sticks her tongue out and says 'Ack.'

(Gaudiguch): Mysrai says, "This is a pleasing contest."

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says to Alary, "Keep it going, don't let it throw you off! Work it!"

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "Shake what your momma gave ya!"

(Gaudiguch): Mysrai says, "We will require seating. And fanning. Where are My servants?"

Mysrai stares implacably about Himself.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix blinks and does a pelvic thrust, raising her hands high in the air.

You give Alary a wild cheer!

Mysrai ponders Alary thoughtfully, looking her up and down.

Mysrai nods His head sagely.

Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "Continue to manifest the paradigm of working, My Alary."

---

Princess Celina Nightshade, the Heartless watches silently, a somewhat confused look on her features.

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "We've another contestant!"

Arkellius claps his hands together merrily.

Stratas cheers wildly!

Alary throws her hands into the air and gives a loud, "WOO!"

Eltorinus giggles happily.

Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "Indeed, the Princess has yet to compete."

Mysrai gives Celina the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

Morshoth gives Celina a wild cheer!

Celina gives Morshoth the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Entranced by Celina, Alary emits a long "Ooooh."

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "Wet royalty!"

Morshoth throws his hands into the air and gives a loud, "WOO!"

Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "Eritheyl. Give the fan to My Eltorinus. You may sit at Our feet."

Mysrai pats you in a friendly manner.

Princess Celina Nightshade, the Heartless says, "A novel thought."

Princess Celina Nightshade, the Heartless says, "Though I fear I shall only disappoint."

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "You won't know unless you try!"

You see Arkellius say something, but his voice is drowned out by the wind.

Your lipreading talent lets you hear that Arkellius attempted to say, "No disappointment when wet shirts are involved."

Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "We behold a paradigm of excuses."

Arkellius grins mischievously at Mysrai.

Morshoth nudges Celina suggestively.

Princess Celina Nightshade, the Heartless says, "No no, the disappointment is that it will not happen."

Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "Most disappointing. We shall send you on a pleasure cruise in consolation."

With the smallest flick of His finger, Mysrai sends Celina flying headlong into the depths of the Astral Plane.

Warmth returns to the surrounding area as Celina, riding a grungy black rage worg with wings of roiling blood, leaves to the ether, the presence of Mother Night departing with her.

A grungy black rage worg leaves to the ether, trailing a flickering pattern of black flames on the ground as he departs.

You cackle hellishly.

Arkellius blinks.

Morshoth snickers softly to himself.

Eritheyl

Pleasure's Mistress, featuring Sayochi and Bertha Xeth

The curtains part on a broad stage of volcanic rock, heralding the start of the performance of 'Pleasure's Mistress'.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace glides into view, accompanied by a sultry tune playing from beyond the stage.

"Oooooooooh!" Persayis says, eyes wide with wonder.

Taking her spot, centre stage, Sayochi grins seductively, entrancing the audience with the grace and beauty of her every motion.  She waves gently at the audience, then blows a soft kiss to them all.

Persayis chuckles long and heartily.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "Hello there, citizens of Gaudiguch, and visitors to this, the Palace of Pleasure. I walk a few steps to the stage, and suddenly, I'm the centre of attention! I could get used to this!"

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace chuckles softly.

You clap your hands together merrily.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "Ah, Grand Monger, you're here as well, what an honor!"

The corners of Persayis's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque waves to Sayochi.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "The Grand Monger visits me every day... well, she passes me by at least!"

Persayis nods her head in agreement.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "You could say we're friends."

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace nods.

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque winks at Sayochi.

Aliod smirks at Persayis.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "Today, I've prepared a little performance for you all, let's say, a little song and dance number! Before I begin, however, I'd like to bring my sister, Bertha Xeth, onto the stage, for she is crucial to this story!"

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace claps her hands together, the gentle applause ringing through the air.

Lead by her large belly, which she never covers, Bertha Xeth steps out from beyond the fabrics that drape the stage, swaying slightly as she walks.  She burps, then smiles, waving at the audience as she does so.  She steps up beside her sister, leaning on her for support, and begins to fiddle with her belly button piercing, its receptacle protruding outward.

You give a wild cheer in the direction of a broad stage of volcanic rock!

You examine a broad stage of volcanic rock and see:

Layers of lustrous silks and translucent tulles hang from the ceiling, hiding a large portion of the stage.  Centered towards the back of the stage is a chaise stacked high with a number of decorative pillows.

The following props can be seen (STAGE LOOK <prop> to examine them):

  Bertha              : Bertha Xeth, Madame of Discord stands here upon the stag

The following roles are being performed (STAGE LOOK <role> to examine them):

  sayochi             : Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace           by Morshoth

You examine a broad stage of volcanic rock and see:

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace

Portrayed by Morshoth

Costume: A thin-waisted lady of dracnari heritage, Sayochi Xeth holds the delightful title of Madame of Solace, keeper of the Palace of Pleasure, within her delicate, clawed grasp. A relatively dark dracnari, her rich black scales hold a dark, scarlet tinting, each diamond-shaped plate identical to its neighbor. Lithe arms lined with lean muscle are often found folded in front of her, though 

occasionally they flatten the silky material of her dress compulsively. Garbed in a double split gown with a low and revealing neckline resplendent with two thin straps over her shoulders, the Madame of Solace allows little to be left to the imagination. Small, ivory spines rise out from the scales and arch back along the curve of her forearms, the slightest of reddish tinting complimenting 

her bright golden eyes, lending a dangerous air to her alluring and sensual appeal.

You examine a broad stage of volcanic rock and see:

Bertha Xeth, Madame of Discord stands here upon the stage, hand upon one hip and a large smile upon her face, framed by large lips that are painted red.  Her deep brown eyes stare out from behind her bulbous snout, large lashes glued just above her eyes. Silks of deep red drape over the dark scales upon her shoulder, falling to just below the breast where they are fringed with small golden sovereigns that jingle with her movement. Below the blouse of her garment, a large belly protrudes, which sloshes as she sways, filled with the beers she constantly downs as she performs.  A piercing of gold and rubies hangs from her belly button, which pops out from her large belly, disturbing, yet oddly mesmerizing.  Beneath this, loose pants of the same red silk as above drape down to her ankles, which they cinch tightly around.  Draped over these pants is a shawl of golden sovereigns, mimicking those on the top above, which reflect the lights present upon the stage.

Bertha Xeth, Madame of Discord says to the audience, "Nice to see you all came out to see me!"

Bertha Xeth, Madame of Discord says to Eritheyl, "And good to see you again, hot stuff!"

The corners of Persayis's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

You flutter your eyelashes charmingly.

Bertha winks at Eritheyl, then licks her lips seductively

"Oooooooooh!" Aliod says to you, eyes wide with wonder.

Feyda tugs her chin thoughtfully.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "I'd like to thank my sister here for joining me. She doesn't come out from her... offices too often! Always busy with clients it seemss!"

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "I think Aliod knows what I mean."

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace winks at Aliod.

Ebon Priest Aliod, Scarlet Grail of Void-wine exclaims, "You said you wouldnt' tell!"

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "As you can see, Bertha was born with the looks in the family, and ever since the day she hit puberty, has gotten all of the attention."

Persayis's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "We all know what it's like to be the outcast in the family, right Alary."

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace grins.

Bertha's smirk grows even large with this comment, as she nods in response.  She begins to fondle herself awkwardly over the entirety of the body, making strange faces towards the audience as she does so.

Bertha Xeth, Madame of Discord, says, in a seductive croak, "Little sis never did catch up to me, don't you think?"

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "Growing up, Bertha tended to be the more outgoing of the two of us, and with looks like that, also tended to get all of the guys."

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sighs melodically.

Persayis says, "Pssshhhh..."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Yes!"

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace says, "And now, we perform for you, the story of how I came to reside here, the Palace of Pleasure!"

Sayochi and Bertha grasp each others hand and drop into a slight curtsey.  Sayochi stands back up, tall and proud, while Bertha remains in her crouched position.  Sayochi nudges her, prompting her to stand back up.

You blink.

Bertha Xeth whispers to Sayochi, "I'm... stuck... help me up."

Aliod smirks.

You grip your sides and chortle madly.

Alary cackles hellishly.

Sayochi leans over towards Bertha, lifting her back into a standing position.  Bertha smiles, then straightens out her garments.

From beyond the stage, a seductive melody begins to drift forward.  The harsh twang of a sitar begins to interrupt the soft tune, creating an overpowering tune that fills the air.

Sayochi and Bertha place their palms upon one another, raised before their heads, and begin to circle about, taking long, slow steps that mimick the beat of the background melody.

As the two begin to separate, Sayochi takes the front of the stage, while Bertha steps backward, swaying a bit as she does so.  Sayochi gently lowers her raised hand, waving it beside her head as it falls.  Bertha mimicks the undulation of Sayochi's hand in a mesmerizing belly dance, a slight sloshing filling the air with her every movement.

You giggle happily.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "IIII grew up sad, forgotten and lossst."

Sayochi begins to shake her hips lightly as she sings, her head kept straight forward, staring sternly at the audience.

The sitar begins to pick up pace, following every movement of the dancer's hips, drawing the audience into a slight hypnosis.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "Hidden by the shadoooow of a sister who stole the spotlight."

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "Long ignored, rarely seen, though a passion for romance dwindled within."

Sayochi gracefully places her hand over her heart and begins to glide across the stage with slow, jerky steps.  Bertha pirouettes in the background, her gut taking slightly longer to make the full circle.  Sayochi pauses, then begins to shake her hips once more.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "She tempted the men, and stole away my heart."

"Awwwww!" Persayis says.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "Leaving me broken, torn into pieces."

The sitar music begins to slow, morphing into a steady chirrup, beating along with the heart of the dancer. The melody behind it begins to grow, a long sonorous tone building.

Persayis sniffles softly.

The dancer bends backward, then swings her torso around, staring straight into the eyes of each audience member as she does.  She leaps gracefully into a slow stride towards center stage, lead by a delicate hand which stretches outward.

Aliod whispers soothing words to Persayis.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "Then I, broken and sundered, told myself it was over!"

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "A life I no longer wanted to live!"

Persayis gives a horrified gasp.

Sayochi drops to the ground, sitting upon her knees, as she throws her body side to side.  Bertha mimicks the motion, standing behind her as she does so.  The coins upon Bertha's clothing jingle loudly, brushing against her scales.

The sitar music picks back up, thrashing through the air with strong, painful notes.  The soft tune behind it nearly disappears under the harsh music.

Bertha stumbles forward, to her sister, placing a kiss atop her head, the red of her lips staining Sayochi's scales.  Sayochi rises from her place upon the ground, eyes closed, head bowed, and sways slightly in place.

Suddenly, Sayochi's hands shoot to the sky, and she launches into a rhythmic dance, matching the harsh tones of the sitar.  Bertha follows behind her sister, piercing swaying as she does, copying the moves in near perfection.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "As life began to leave my eyes, my sister saved me, brought me back from death!"

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "The future unfolded before my eyes, no longer hidden behind her presence, but standing strong beside it!"

Persayis beams broadly.

Sayochi falls to the ground, hand falling over her face.  Bertha soon follows after, the stage rumbling a bit with her fall.

The soft melody in the background begins to grow in strength once more.  The sitar matches the steady rhythm of the tune, and the two begin to play in perfect harmony.

Sayochi and Bertha join together once more, linking their limbs through one another.  Their feet enter into a steady jaunt, the tapping of their toes against the stage forming a metronome for the music they move to.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "I took control, decided my fate, would go where love could 

find me!"

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "And where should I end up, but here, the Palace of Pleasure behind me!"

The music warps into a seductive tune, flirting with the dancers it moves.

Sayochi approaches the chaise upon the stage, then lies gracefully upon it.  Bertha joins her beside it, leaning against the piece, licking her lips as she stares towards the audience.  Sayochi's leg shoots skyward, then bends down around her torso.  The two shoot their hands forward, a single finger beckoning the audience closer.

Each of the dancers blows a kiss, then Bertha helps her sister rise once more.  The siblings stand back to back, caressing themselves gently, eyeing the audience as they do.

Long, powerful notes emanate out from the sitar, seducing the softer tone behind it forward.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "Now join me, and join her, in the Palace we both call home!"

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "Whether with me, or with her, never again will you be alone."

Persayis's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Sayochi crawls to the floor, inching her way to the edge of the stage, lips pouted, back arched. Bertha follows behind, belly dragging upon the stage.  The two reach their hands towards the audience, grazing their skin upon everyone within their reach.

As they draw back towards the centre, their bodies slither, moving to the steady beat.

Reaching centre stage once more, the two sit up, leaning upon one another.  Sayochi draws her hand under Bertha's chins, cupping them just beneath the jaw.  Sayochi forces Bertha's face back towards the audience, causing her lips to purse together, then gracefully turns her head as well.

Sayochi Xeth, Madame of Solace sings, "At the PALACCEEEEE OF PLEAAAAA-sure!"

The music fades out as the dancers rest, dying as the lights begin to dim.

Mercurial Monger Persayis Dreyriandi, Anointed Arabesque directs a round of applause towards a broad stage of volcanic rock.

Aliod claps his hands together merrily.

Sayochi rises from the ground, nearly hidden by the dark.  She begins to walk off stage, but quickly turns back, helping lift her sister from the ground.  The two run off stage, fabric fluttering behind them.

As the lighting returns to normal, Sayochi and Bertha return to the front of the stage, hands held together.  The two curtsey once more, Bertha rising with ease this time.  Bertha pulls forth a single rose from her bosom, handing it to her sister.  Sayochi smiles, bringing the flower to her nose, then a look of disgust flashes over her face, quickly returning to the smile once more.

Sayochi places the flower into her clothing, tucked into the folds far from her face.  The two curtsey once more, then turn back and leave the stage.

The curtains draw to a close on a broad stage of volcanic rock, signaling the conclusion of the performance of 'Pleasure's Mistress'.

Persayis

This has been great fun guys! Keep up the good work!

Morshoth

I think I outdid myself with that one... maybe I should write all my plays in a few hours the day I'm going to perform them!

Persayis

P.S. Morshoth cheated. Fake melons!

Xenthos

Did he make them out of wood or something?

I feel like that would be way more effort than it's worth.  Just go to the commodity shop and buy some.

Persayis

No - Actual Melons

Xenthos

I don't see the problem here.  Actual melons are, by definition, not fake melons.

Alary

I'm having loads of fun!

Siam

A fun read.

Eritheyl

I can't decide which part was my favorite - @Mysrai having been pleased by my melons, or flinging @Celina to Astral for a pleasure cruise

Cyndarin

hmph

Alary

Joke Contest!

Cerach

Initiate Cerach says, "So a lucidian, a dracnari and a dwarf all went to the pub to get a beer. a 

fly lands in each of their glasses. the lucidian looks at his cup with disgust and empties his 

beverage, the dracnari picks the fly out of his beer and continues to drink. the dwarf grabs the fly 

and starts shaking it shouting "give it back you bastard!""

Initiate Cerach says, "Why did the taurian take the pretty elf to bed?" Initiate Cerach says, "He was feeling horny."

Zan

Spark Zan says, "An igasho and a faeling are sitting in a bar, and get to discussing the end of the 

world."

Spark Zan says, "The faeling asks the igasho, "What are you gonna do when it all blows up?""

Spark Zan says, "The igasho responds, "I'm gonna get it on with anything that moves. What about 

you?""

Spark Zan says, "To which the faeling answers, "I'm going to try to keep perfectly still.""

Spark Zan says, "Knock knock."

Chenakti asks, "Who's there?"

6442h, 6266m, 5647e, 10p ex-

Spark Zan says, ""I give up,"."

Chenakti says, "I give up who?"

Spark Zan says, "It's like you're not even trying."

Spark Zan says, "What do you call a group of illithoid felling trees?"

Spark Zan says, "Cthogloggin'"

Diamine

Sweet Talker, Diamine d'Illici, Diamond of the Sands says, "Seven days without a pun makes one weak.

"

Sweet Talker, Diamine d'Illici, Diamond of the Sands says, "Knock knock!"

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "Who's there?"

Sweet Talker, Diamine d'Illici, Diamond of the Sands says, "Ya."

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "Ya who?"

Sweet Talker, Diamine d'Illici, Diamond of the Sands says, "Wow. You sure are excited to see me!"

Sweet Talker, Diamine d'Illici, Diamond of the Sands says, "What has four legs but can't walk?"

Sweet Talker, Diamine d'Illici, Diamond of the Sands says, "A chair!"

Ivelle

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Alright then, knock knock!"

You say, "Who's there?"

Eltorinus Ama'rua, Prismatic Wolf says, "Whose there."

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "A ghost!"

Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner says, "A ghost who?"

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Really, who asks that? People just run away!"

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Why does nobody believe the poor little bard after each show?"

Eltorinus Ama'rua, Prismatic Wolf says to Ivelle, "Why?"

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Because she kept playing the lyre, lyre!"

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "Freddy the fisher, found a big finner.."

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "Fishing in the blue lagoon!"

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "He loaded his boat."

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "And gruff as a goat,."

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "Told the fish, I'll gut you for dinner right soon!"

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "He then came ashore.."

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "His wife went to moor.."

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "And told him, Freddy, my darling, my dear.."

Looking downtrodden, Ivelle sadly shakes her head.

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "We can't have that for dinner--."

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "Why, it's a big mirror!"

Ivelle, the Prodigal Pantaloon sings, "So Fish-faced Freddy was spared."

Ivelle curtseys gracefully.

Chenakti

Chenakti asks, "What type of scams are favoured in Gaudiguch?" Chenakti says, "...pyramid schemes?"

Chenakti says, "Knock knock!"

You say, "Who's there?"

Chenakti says to you, "Carrie!"

You say, "Carrie who?"

Chenakti asks you, "Carrie me home after I'm knocked out for this terrible joke?"

Thantos

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says to Morshoth, "Knock Knock?"

Sweet Talker, Diamine d'Illici, Diamond of the Sands says, "Who's there?"

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "I am."

You say, "I am who?"

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "Oh come on people, the jokes aren't so bad as to 

forget who you are!"

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "So, after a few days of hearing horrid puns, 

Morshoth decides he never wants to hear another one."

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "He posts to the Gaudi boards, "No one shall ever 

speak another pun, the punishment for doing so is to be hanged!""

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "Well, a little bard loved his puns."

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "So, he kept on going around telling them,."

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "Because of this, the little bard was taken and 

jailed. Sentenced within the month to be hung."

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "However, Morshoth being the kind fella he is, did 

not want to execute a poor little bard."

Eltorinus Ama'rua, Prismatic Wolf says to Morshoth, "You tyrant."

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "So, he sent a notice that if the little bard 

never told another pun, he would be pardoned."

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "Standing there, waiting to be hung, the little 

bard thought for a moment."

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "He then says "Hey! No noose is good news!""

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "He was hung, a smile upon his face."

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "What kind of flower do you wear upon your face?"

You say, "Tulips."

Scarecrow Thantos Dreyriandi, The Straw Man says, "So, a drum and a cymbal fall off a cliff..."

With a flourish of his arm, Thantos bows deeply.

Winners:

Knock Knock: 1st Diamine, 2nd Chenakti, 3rd Thantos

Puns:  Thantos first, Diamine second, and Zan and Chenakti tied for third."

General: 1st Zan, 2nd Cerach, 3rd Ivelle

Dys

Discussion on the One Law, in Beloch's Bar

This was a discussion on Gaudiguch's One Law, for the Carnival. My original thought was to have everyone drunk during the discussion but on reflection one person slurring through drunkspeak was plenty.

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You say, "Maybe I stkrted drinking a little early..."

Stratas takes a long draught of whiskey.

Master Handler Stratas, Erudite Litterateur says, "Never too earfy, never too *hic* late."

You say, "Buht I had to test the booze."

You flash Stratas a joyous smile.

You are feeling decidedly mellow.

A murmur of distant, questioning voices precedes Eritheyl as he enters from the north.

Eritheyl's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You hiccup suddenly.

The house's best seats.

Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. At centre-stage, this section of the bar is set with tall stools and is well-kept, thus leaving the black-lacquered wood free of dust motes or wet rings. A section of the wood is hinged, enabling itself to be folded and provide entry to the things behind the bar, which includes a completely filled gantry. Green and red bottles line along a ledge upon the adobe wall near the ceiling, featuring the impressive drinks sipped by patrons. Candles illuminate the counter and bowls of snacks have been placed to sate hunger pangs. The sounds of the bar culminate here; laughter, conversation, profanities, yet a curious sound hides behind the cacophony, whispers and chants with no apparent origin. Beloch Baruwski swaggers about here, gripping an enormous stein and singing bawdy songs. There are 7 bottles here. There are 2 green pumpkin pies here. There are 3 honey nut pies here. There are 4 bowl of hot weed soups here. Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon is here. She wields a wooden lute in her left hand. Great wings spread, an exotic giant moth is here, 

resting for a moment. Alary frowns deeply, lines creasing her forehead. She wields a meat shield in her left hand and a fiery basalt staff in her right. Master Handler Stratas, Erudite Litterateur lingers here, bursts of multicoloured light randomly exploding in and out of existence around him. Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival waits here, skeins of resinous smoke curling languidly about his figure in flickering, coppery tongues of light and shadow. He wields a waxen viola of melting faces in his left hand. Feyda Mes'ard, Meseden en-Sabara is here, shrouded. She wields Gauntlets of Whispers in her left hand and a makeshift plank shield in her right.You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, and south.

Alary hums a happy tune.

You say, "Nnow, as beffi *hic* ts a discusssshion on the One Law, theje's only oee rule - feel Free to talk!"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "My favorite rule."

Sarafine giggles happily.

With a grin, you say, "Gaudiguph only has ene law: Love is the Law, love uNDer Will."

You say, "It's simple, yet compleex."

You say, "Some take it to mean that they can do as they please."

You say, "Some use it ash evidencE oF our city's supposed debauchery."

"Pssshhhh..." you say.

You say, "Supposedd..."

A wry smile spreads across Eritheyl's face.

Sarafine takes a long draught of champagne.

Sarafine flashes Feyda a joyous smile.

Feyda reaches over and ruffles Sarafine's hair fondly.

Sarafine giggles happily.

You say, "Personally, I feel it's a perfecct jnd beautikul simplicity."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Indeed."

Taking a swig from the bottle in her hand, you say, "Some of you may have experienc *hic* E of fhe lawssh of other ciitiesh and communes."

Eritheyl nods solemnly.

You say, "I'dd bbe intterestqd to hear how pbu feeel they compare."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Small comment."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "I've heard it said we're the most oppressed city in the Basin."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Jealousy?"

Widening her eyes, you say, "Really?"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Because we only have one law, and it is interpreted by Will."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "So it's open for abuse."

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival says, "It certainly is."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "And I have read it has been abused in the past."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "But really, if we elect the right people, we shouldn't have the problem."

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival smiles impishly and says, "But, that is why we hold fast to the spirit of revolution, and the ability to overthrow any unjust leaders."

Eritheyl nods his head at Alary.

You say, "Okine srue."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says to Eritheyl, "Yep!"

You cough softly.

You say, "QU *hic* ite jrue."

You say, "The power is in the hanDs of the people."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "And that is wonderful."

Eritheyl nods his head in agreement.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "And we should exercise our power."

Excitedly, you say, "And overthrow the Warlord!"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "I feel we have a solid pantheon right now."

Sarafine laughs melodically at you.

You say, "Oh, wait. He's doing a fine job."

A wry smile spreads across Eritheyl's face.

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Sarafine for Warlady!"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Yes, let's replace Morshoth with Aiyana!"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Or."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Or Alary!"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Eri."

You flash the world a charmingly crooked grin.

Eritheyl utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Let's put Eri in office."

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival says, "Let's not!"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "And use him like a little puppet."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Even better, let's just get rid of the title completely."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Who needs government!"

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival says to Sarafine, "We do."

You say, "Now tuat's an iNteresting thought."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "We so totally need government."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Or we'd all be laid out in the streets drunker than Dys here."

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival says, "Anarchy is one of those things that, while looking marvelous on paper, is really more of a headache."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "It would be nice if the city could run itself."

You say, "But yes, I wouldn't fancy our chances at keeping the city running without capable guidance."

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival says, "Besides, anarchy itself is anathema to the One Law. Without the Will of the 

interpretation, the Law under Love is rendered moot. It would be madness."

Eritheyl looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

You nod your head affirmatively at Eritheyl.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Someone needs to keep Mesadari in line, as well."

A wry smile spreads across Eritheyl's face.

Sarafine giggles happily.

You say, "Thhe One Law needs a single Will to int *hic* erpret it, in the first instance."

Dys

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "I wish we were called something other than the Grand Dominion, though."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "It's so generic."

Nodding at Eritheyl, you say, "Owherwiise, as the lovely Miss saays *hic* , anarchy would reign."

Eritheyl nods solemnly.

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "The Grand Loveliness?"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Gaudiguch, Masters of the Universe."

A wry smile spreads across Alary's face.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Nah."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "More like."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "The Free Dominion."

Sarafine giggles happily.

Sarafine raises her head, juts out her shoulders and proudly proclaims, "FOR FREEDOM!"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "But anyway."

Alary bows respectfully to you.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Continue."

Dys's hood shifts as she moves her head slightly and you catch a glimpse of a smile within.

You say, "The recent...ish contest on interpreting the One Law was enlightening."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "The what?"

You gripe about life in general.

Eritheyl's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Youngling, remember?"

You say, "We held a lonttest with five svituations."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "Hm?"

You say, "Contest. And Gaudiguchia *hic* ns said whether the situations broke the One Law."

You say, "And how they could resolve them."

You say, "Things like whether wwe sHould support Ixthiaxan sdavery."

Eritheyl looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "That sounds like fun."

You say, "Or poshsPbblE slander in the Gaudigtch Gossip."

You nod your head affirmatively at Alary.

You pat a crimson leather omnibus stamped with a gold flame in a friendly manner.

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival asks, "Actually, was anyone presently here able to participate at the time?"

Eritheyl picks up a bowl of hot weed soup.

Eritheyl tentatively sticks out his tongue and licks a bowl of hot weed soup.

You ponder the situation.

Entranced by a bowl of hot weed soup, Sarafine emits a long "Ooooh."

You say, "No, I donn't believe so."

Sarafine picks up a bowl of hot weed soup.

Sarafine ate a bowl of hot weed soup with obvious gusto.clap

You clap your hands together merrily.

You say to Eritheyl, "A fine idea!"

Eritheyl's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You say, "Llet's look at one of the shutuations."

You say, "A thought on Love."

Taking a large swig of whiskey, you are slightly surprised at how smooth it is, compared to harsher, less distilled whiskeys. The faintest hint

of blueberries fills your mouth as you carefully swish the whiskey around, getting a good taste of the alcohol. As you finish swallowing the whiskey, the taste of blueberry becomes stronger, the heat from the alcohol warming your mouth and throat.

You say, "Two Gaudiguchians fall in love and marry. Later *hic* , one leaves Gaudiguco and joins Hallioax *hic* x. The two ara still in love."

You say, "Others in the city arre u *hic* neeasy about a GaudiguchIan sharing a bhd with a memBer of an enemy ofganisation, fearing that secrets wpll be leaked, and demand that the Gaudiguchian divoncesh their spouse or leave the city."

You say, "What would you do?"

Deep in thought, Eritheyl leans his cheek on his hand.

Alary ponders the situation.

With a hopeful smile, Eritheyl raises his hand high in the air.

You say, "ThE responsesh covered the range, so don't hold back!"

You nod your head affirmatively at Eritheyl.

Feyda shrugs helplessly.

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival says, "I believe the first step, before any judgment is passed whatsoever, would be to examine the Hallifaxian partner."

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival says, "Perhaps seek out the reason of their leaving, and try to come to resolution on that note. If the Love for their partner is strong enough to last despite the warring between our cities, perhaps they can be brought back into the fold."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "I would vote that love should be carried regardless of residence."

Showing that you understand, you nod your head slowly towards Eritheyl.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Honestly? I'd probably screw it up so I would seek advice from a Divine."

Feyda Mes'ard, Meseden en-Sabara sticks out her tongue and says, "I communicate with kephera from Serenwilde, with issues relating to the undervault. They tell me "secrets", I assume they do not want me to share. I never thought of ever doing so, it's just like... some mutual respect there."

Feyda Mes'ard, Meseden en-Sabara says, "These are people I care about, I wouldn't want to betray them."

Dys's hood shifts as she moves her head slightly and you catch a glimpse of a smile within.

Feyda scratches her head in confusion.

Eritheyl ponders the situation.

Miss Galina Andril Eritheyl Ryseni, Queen of the Carnival smiles impishly and says to Feyda, "You have more Will than many others in that respect, it would seem."

You say, "It's not a sImple situation, yet it is, in ways."

Eritheyl nods his head in agreement.

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "And, honestly, I'm not one for spilling secrets."

Alary creases her brow in a frown.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Easy for non-combatants to say."

You say, "The Council have a duty to keep the city secuhre, but LovE is not sometHing that can be directed as we wish."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "What does that mean?"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "But if you know something and your friends and troops are being slaughtered, then, how would you handle that?"

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Watch your comrades die before you eyes, but you know something that may turn the tide of the battle."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "That opens a whole new can of worms."

You say to Alary, "But revealing that secrqt may harm your spouse. Manny comjlexities."

Feyda Mes'ard, Meseden en-Sabara says, "That is an entirely different issue, no? If you have information that could potentially save your allies, of course you would hand it over. But for information that is closely related to a specific group of people."

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "I suppose dear."

Feyda shrugs helplessly.

Dys grins, a flash of white teeth visible for a moment within the shadows of her hood.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "Honestly? I would dissolve the relationship. Love is wonderful, but somethings are stronger, at least to me."

You say, "Some said that the Gaudiguchian spouse should renounce any pcsitions of power."

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "My love for Them, my love for the City, that supercedes any individual love I have."

You nod your head.

Blade in Ivory, Alary Ysav'rai, Veil of the Quieted Phoenix says, "But I'm weird."

Sarafine smiles softly at Alary.

Sarafine, the Prodigal Pantaloon says, "You are."

You say, "And different Warlords may handle the situation in differeng manners."

You say, "And that is why we interpret the One Law though a single Will, chosen by the people."

Alary nods her head enthusiastically.

You say, "Personally, I would hope that the relationship could continue, despite unfriendliness between the cities."

You say, "But that's my thought. Individual as everyone else's."

Eritheyl nods solemnly.

Brandishing his tankard, a rowdy human patron staggers to the east.

You say, "And with that, my piece is done."

Nausicaa

Nausicaa's awesome firework prize for her poem: (Thanks go to Mysrai and Oshea, and to Themius for organizing the competition)

A motley wakabi firework shudders awake and shakes the slumber from its body, releasing a flurry of
bright orange flower petals and deep purple feathers..

A motley wakabi firework struts about proudly, eddies of sand and ribbons swirling about in its wake
as it squawks harshly and peers about through gleaming sandstone eyes. Finally, the gaudy wakabi
comes to a halt before its audience and fluffs his chest petals importantly, meeting the gaze of all
those present.

In a sonorous and genteel voicea motley wakabi firework recites, "Trapped in time for ages long,
Accept no substitution. Until the last century brought The time for revolution!"

In a sonorous and genteel voicea motley wakabi firework recites, "No laws have we, save for the one,
'tis Love, our constitution. Dance to the beat within your veins and feel the revolution!"

The corners of Mysrai's mouth turn up as She grins mischievously.

In a sonorous and genteel voicea motley wakabi firework recites, "The Pyromancers breathe their
flame here safe from persecution. Free your mind with smoky scent and breathe the revolution!"

In a sonorous and genteel voicea motley wakabi firework recites, "The Templars stand, proud to
protect, and mete out retribution. Drink the heady wine of truth and taste the revolution!"

In a sonorous and genteel voicea motley wakabi firework recites, "Illuminati probe mysteries,
encouraging evolution. Close your eyes to find the hidden and see the revolution!"

Chade's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Chade claps his hands together merrily.

Eltorinus gasps suddenly and begins to inhale and exhale deeply and rapidly.

In a sonorous and genteel voicea motley wakabi firework recites, "The Minstrels sing their drunken
songs with flawless execution. Listen close to the city's pulse and hear the revolution!"

The corners of Arachimaru's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

In a sonorous and genteel voicea motley wakabi firework recites, "Centuries more our city'll stand,
this is our resolution. Break the shackles of your fear, embrace the revolution!"

The corners of Rolan's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

A motley wakabi firework bows its head solemnly as the poem ends, body once again becoming still and
bright white eyes growing dim. All that moves now is the flickering phoenix flame atop its head, and
even that begins to sputter and shrink.

Finally, as the flame reaches a motley wakabi firework's feathered head, it too grows dim and dies.

Chade gives you a respectful salute.

A motley wakabi firework jolts to life amidst a sudden flash of violet and cerulean flame. Spreading
wings of delicate desert flowers, their oranges and reds offering a stark contrast to the nourishing
flames, the construct hops about awkwardly for a few steps before launching itself through a nearby
window and out into the open air.
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Aiyana squeals in excitement.

Aiyana claps her hands together merrily.

Arachimaru's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

"Oooooooooh!" you say, eyes wide with wonder.

A piercing cry echoes throughout all of the City of Gaudiguch as $me hurtles upwards, leaving a
sparkling trail of flame-wreathed poppy petals and eddies of glowing sands. The higher it climbs,
the slower the ascent... slower... slower, until the odd wakabi appears to hover motionless in the
skies, a new shimmering star above the Basin. Finally, at the apex of its flight, the firework
explodes in a flurry of dazzling colours.

Mysrai glances askance at Oshea.

A vibrating Divine portal begins to fluctuate, thrumming loudly for a moment before it is suddenly
still, and then simply vanishes from existence.

Where once hung suspended the motley wakabi now flies an immense and ethereal phoenix. Wings of
orange flame beat lazily, sending licking tongues of fire streaking across the night sky. A dozen
streamers of cyan and vermilion twist and undulate across the sky, tying themselves into intricate
knots before bursting apart again in a flurry of whirling tendrils while secondary explosions
unleash cascading waterfalls of golden and violet flame. Throughout it all, green fizzlers sparkle
and dance, twirling delightedly in the desert air.

"Oooooooooh!" Leonne says, eyes wide with wonder.

The tendrils of flame, first pink, then blue, now a brilliant emerald green, gradually coalesce,
growing thicker and longer until the last one joins the mass, setting off a series of glittering
explosions. When the afterglow fades, a vast serpentine dragon streaks across the sky, diving down
low enough for its ruby belly to skim across the rooftops, coating the city itself with a flickering
ghostly fire.

Tiring of its prowling, the glittering dragon unleashes a deafening roar, disgorging a further horde
of bright green fizzlers in the process, and surges upwards towards the hovering phoenix. The
majestic bird responds in kind, answering the dragon with a piercing screech before folding its
wings into a plummeting dive. Sheets of flame, revealing with half-seen dancers and undulating
figures within its depths, extend behind the phoenix and mark its descent. With an enormous, riotous
clash, the two beasts collide above the Great Pyramid in a blinding flash of light and fill the sky
with vibrant streamers, waterfalls of flame, and thousands more of the faerie fizzlers, some gold,
others emerald hued.

All too soon, the spellbinding display begins to fade. All that remains before long is a lone white
spark dancing its solitary way across the sky. With a final pirouette, the spark streaks off into
the firmament, quickly being lost to sight amidst the stars. Then, with a final flash of light, the
pure white silhouette of the phoenix materialises and bows its sparkling head in farewell before
dimming down into nothingness.