Icy sparks fly as the clanging of a hammer resounds throughout the City of
Hallifax, the sound of marble and stone taking shape ringing in your ears.
(Hallifax): Isune says, "No, Zvoltz, not quite like that. Be a bit smoother around
the edges, would You?" (The Canvas): Isune says, "I must thank You all for the indentured servant. He is
proving ever so useful." Furious lightning rings out, followed by bright motes of feminine laughter as the
clanging continues with mysterious intent. (Hallifax): Isune says, "Oh, Zvoltz, You truly are the Architect! It is looking most
lovely. I am ever so glad My Order purchased You for Me." There's a final clang as the God steps back from His handiwork, which is veiled
in a cloud as if it were a blanket hiding it from view. A sense of warm serenity settles upon the surroundings as Daraius strides in from the up.
You curtsey gracefully.
Daraius Shevat bows his head politely to you.
Daraius Shevat says, "Good morning, Provost."
You say, "Good morning, Marquis. How are you faring today?"
(Hallifax): Isune says, "Marvelous. Simply stunning. The city should be quite
You have emoted: Zyphora glances upward, curiously looking for the source of the
Daraius Shevat says, "Quite well, in spite of the noise."
(Hallifax): Isune says, "Hm, yes, intriguing... Although, I daresay it could use
some touching up..."
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
Daraius Shevat asks, "Do you have any idea what they are doing?"
You look thoughtful and say, "I wonder what our Pantheon is up to today."
Daraius Shevat bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.
You laughingly say, "Only an inkling."
Motes of prismatic light dance and twirl about the city, coalescing about the
creation so that it casts sunburst patterns on the glass platforms nearby. As
the dizzying lights recede, a stunning ballroom manifests within the
Conservatory of Music, radiant and splendid to behold.
You say, "I think that the Lady Aesthete is quite joyously making use of Her new
You say, "Oh!"
You say, "It seems as though She has put Him to work crafting a new ballroom!"
You clap your hands together merrily.
Daraius Shevat says, "So it seems. May I accompany you to see his handiwork?"
You smile and say, "Of course, Marquis, I would be glad of the company."
Daraius begins to follow you.
Conservatory of Music. (Hallifax City)
Banks of clouds roil about here. The graceful, translucent form of a bird of
paradise dances in the air, the insubstantial image shifting through a constant
stream of vivid colours. A large white pigeon lies dead, ready to be supper.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, and up.
Daraius suddenly scoops up the corpse of a large white pigeon.
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
Daraius peers at the corpse of a large white pigeon unscrupulously.
You say, "It was around here somewhere, I think.