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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:Evening
Location: Calbert's Estate
Interaction: @Potter Olivia
Attire: Mask, Dress/Wings

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As Olivia's voice faltered, and she instinctively reached out toward her friend, but the throng of guests between them hindered her efforts, drowning out their connection with a cacophony of chatter. She disappeared from view completely, leaving Charlotte with a pang of unease as she searched the room for her friend's familiar face. "Olivia!" she called out, her voice tinged with urgency, as she navigated through the sea of bodies with rushed apologies.

Suddenly, a collision jolted her, and she stumbled backward, a pout forming on her face instinctively. Before she could regain her footing, a gloved hand reached out, capturing her own in a firm grasp. Startled, Charlotte looked up, her breath hitching as she found herself locking eyes with a stranger. His penetrating gaze sent a shiver down her spine. She withdrew her hand instinctively as he suddenly pressed his lips to the back of her hand. For a fleeting moment, their gazes held, and Charlotte felt as if she were peering into the abyss itself. Then, as swiftly as he had appeared, he vanished into the crowd, leaving her staring after the figure in confusion.

Then Olivia grasped her arm, and her gaze snapped to her. Relief filled her expression and she followed as she began to lead her off the dance floor. However, her relief quickly gave way to concern as Olivia's urgent questions pierced the air, her eyes brimming with tears.

But as she listened, her expression changed and empathy radiated from her gentle gaze. “Come here sweetie,” She murmured and pulled Olivia into an comforting embrace. “He bumped into me, apologized. Then he kissed my hand and left…But there was something... off about him…” Charlotte told her softly as she stroked Olivia's hair, her touch gentle against her friend's trembling form.

Furrowing her brows determinedly, Charlotte added firmly with resolve, “ I don’t know who that man is, but I won’t let him bother you.” When she received no response, Charlotte’s frown deepened.

"Olivia..." she pressed. Charlotte anxiously tapped her foot and took a scope of their surroundings before she leaned in closer and whispered, "Persephone?"

Picky eater always takes the forbidden fruit (introduction)

Welcome! I also chock on dirt and sand.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Night
Location: The edge of Lover's Lake
Attire:Dress, A crown of various flowers
Interaction: @Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir

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Anastasia's enthusiasm bubbled over as she enthusiastically agreed, "Yes! My hands are soft!" Her infectious energy only amplified as they approached Munir.

"Lady Anastasia... I see you have taken a liking to my dear cousin... I hope that means I would get to see you around, and perhaps one day in Alidasht. Your presence is always a welcoming sight. "

Munir had then said to Farim before she could reply, "Cousin. Yes. I saw her. She was here. She spoke to me... I...I miss her..."

"Hi Munir!" She chirped and gave him a brief hug before addressing his earlier words "Yeah your cousin's freakin awesome. Adore him! And I'd love to visit you boys in the Alidasht any time."

Anastasia wondered if that meant Munir had also hallucinated a dead person. Curiosity piqued, she scanned the surroundings, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of ethereal apparitions. But then, she noticed the kaleidoscope of colors around her as she waved her head back and forth in tune with the drums. A stupid smile crossed her face that didn't dissipate until the stern voice of a guard cutting through the ambient filled the air. She looked over with interest as he announced Lady Violet Damien was missing.

"Oh noooo... What if the people who attacked Calbert's house took Lady Violet?" she wondered aloud, her voice carrying her concern.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location::Village on the outskirts of Roshmi
Interaction: @Apex Sunburn Scathael, @FunnyGuy Thraash
Equipment: Repeating crossbow, a bag, sword, two daggers, 3 small red potions, 1 large red potion, 1 large blue potion, hoverboard, portable solar box, eye protectors, fire starter kit, channeling gloves that turn her light magic orange, makeup, perfume, a skull she wears as a mask and a disguise ring

Mari trailed behind Thraash, her amusement evident in the mischievous glint in her eyes. "A tiny baby arm would be perfect for FIVE, Thraash!" she teased, barely able to contain her laughter as they approached the gate. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she added, "Nah I heard this guy is good. This'll be easy as pie for him..."

As Mari came to a halt before Scathael, she offered a casual wave, "Hey there! I'm Mari, and this big lug here is Thraash." Her tone was friendly but direct, wasting no time in getting to the point.

"We do indeedy do have work for you," she continued with a grin, "We've got a warforged with a fucked-up arm. Think if we lead you to him, you can work your magic and fix it up?"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

The Ceremony for the Summer Solstice

Sorian Guards

Time: Night
Location: Edge of Lover's Lake
Interactions: @ReusableSword Roman @Lava Alckon Farim @Tpartywithzombi Ariella, @Helo Callum @Infinite Cosmos Munir @Tae Mina

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As the rhythmic beat of the drums filled the air, the serene ambiance of the woodland ceremony was suddenly disrupted by the arrival of city guards. Heads turned slowly, curiosity mingled with apprehension as the armed guards began to fill the area, their heads turning to and fro.

A hush fell over the crowd as one of the guards stepped forward. With a deliberate clearing of his throat, he ascended a nearby stump, commanding attention with his authoritative demeanor. With a respectful nod, he began to address the gathering.

"Good folk," he spoke, his voice cutting through the remaining noise, "I apologize for the interruption to your event. But it is with urgency that I must inform you that we are searching for Lady Violet Damien." Whispers spread like wildfire as people began to pass rumors back and forth. The guard proceeded to describe Lady Violet, " She is a short female, with black hair and is most likely dressed in dark attire. Additionally, she bears a distinctive scar upon her face."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "If anyone among you has seen Lady Violet or has any information regarding her whereabouts, I implore you to come forward. And if, by chance, Lady Violet is present among us, my lady, please step forward."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Night
Location: The edge of Lover's Lake
Attire:Dress, A crown of various flowers
Interaction: @Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir

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As Anastasia and Farim had been swaying under the moonlight, the princess had taken notice of a subtle shift in the music and environment. She glanced over toward Roman as he had prepared the next section of the ritual, however, as the music intensified, so did the world around her. The fire now blazed with an intensity that seemed to reach toward the very sky itself. Colors danced and swirled around the area as people moved about, merging with the rhythm of the song to create a symphony of light and sound.

Everything felt and seemed intensified around them and it was impossible for Anastasia not to notice that the current song had taken a tone she found creepy and unsettling, especially combined with the overstimulating sights. She found it strange as if the song was having some sort of an effect on her. Though her grip on Farim's shoulders tightened, she slowed her movements and met his eyes.

"I don't know what's going on. It's weird yet kinda beautiful...I love Roman and I love what's going on, but those Varians are totally into some wilder shit than me. I kinda love it. "

Her eyes then fixated over his shoulder as Munir took shape in her vision. "...Your cousin seems ..." A frown graced her features and she shifted a step backward, her hands sliding down his shoulders to his hands. "Come," She took his hands and directed him forward, moving along the outskirt so as to not interrupt the mystique of what was happening around them. Finally, they reached Munir's side.

"Hey, you doing okay over here?"

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Guavav Village - Menzai's home
Interactions: @Helo Cyrus
Mentions: @Funnyguy Darius/Dante @Samreaper Menzai
Equipment: Staff with unbreaking and shift enchantment(shifts into dagger), Her bag, Water Purifier, Flask, some shiny pebbles
Attire:Dress, which she decorated with flowers and hung little charms off the ropes, A small antler headdress with flowers and jewels, amulet with Millinia Crest, wooden butterfly earrings, various bracelets

Phia tilted her head, sensing his pause, but Cyrus swiftly corrected himself. She offered him an encouraging smile, understanding the occasional stumble in conversation. When Cyrus proposed bringing the feast to Dante and Darius, Phia's grin widened. "Yes, that's a splendid idea!" she agreed wholeheartedly, her voice brimming with warmth.

As Cyrus pondered how Dante and Darius had earned the villagers' trust, Phia nodded thoughtfully, "It's intriguing, isn't it?" she began, "Please take care of this secret, but...Dante and Darius are humans with remarkable abilities. The villagers are quite fond of humans and we are training them to help us save Avalia," she explained, It won't be easy, but I think they can do it." she concluded.

She glanced downward with a smile as she thought of her precious new friends. "I plan to make sure they are kept safe no matter what."

Her gaze soon returned to Cyrus, "As for Menzai, he takes some time to warm up to new friends. He just wants to keep everyone here safe is all..." she told him, reaching out to gently pat his hand. "I'm sure there's still plenty of room for a fresh start. After all, every new encounter is an opportunity to try a different path."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:Evening
Location: Calbert's Estate
Interaction: @Potter Olivia
Attire: Mask, Dress/Wings

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Charlotte's progress through the crowd was slower than she anticipated. The sea of masked faces seemed to press in on her from all sides, making it difficult to navigate through. She sidestepped and skirted around clusters of animated conversation, her eyes never wavering from Olivia's increasingly distressed face.

She finally broke through the last barrier of bodies and took Olivia's shoulders. "Are you okay?" Charlotte's words spilled forth, tinged with a hint of frantic worry. Her eyes searched Olivia's face, seeking reassurance. "He didn't recognize you, did he?" she pressed, her voice soft yet urgent.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Damien Ballroom
Attire: Suit and Hat, Mask

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Amidst the grandeur of the masquerade ball, Marek Delronzo drifted through the sea of masked faces with an air of calculated nonchalance. To the casual observer, he appeared as any other gentleman of status, his attire exuding an air of refinement. He wore a crimson velvet coat over an elegant black suit. Atop his head, a top hat perched with effortless elegance, while a stone-gray full-face mask concealed his features from prying eyes.

Behind the mask, Marek's eyes burned with a cold intensity, dark as coal and perhaps, to the trained eye, betraying the simmering hubris within. As he surveyed the room, Marek was brimming with contempt. To call them arrogant and dimwitted fools would have been too generous – to Marek, they were little more than insignificant ants.

As he listened to the cacophony of voices that filled the ballroom, Marek couldn't help but indulge in fantasies of their suffering. Each voice grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard, igniting a primal urge to crush them beneath his heel. To comfort himself, he imagined the screams of each person he heard as he passed through the crowd.

As he came to a halt on the sideline, a flicker of movement caught his attention, a flash of dark hair filling his vision. With a predator's instinct, he turned, his gaze fixated on the source of the disturbance. A low voice whispered in his ear, and as Marek listened, his lips curled into a chilling smile.

It was a sweet reminder of why he was here, to say the least—to observe his victims, and perhaps, even extend to them an introduction.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location::Village on the outskirts of Roshmi
Interaction: @Apex Sunburn Scathael, @FunnyGuy Thraash
Equipment: Repeating crossbow, a bag, sword, two daggers, 3 small red potions, 1 large red potion, 1 large blue potion, hoverboard, portable solar box, eye protectors, fire starter kit, channeling gloves that turn her light magic orange, makeup, perfume, a skull she wears as a mask and a disguise ring

Mari shrugged casually as she spoke to Thraash, her tone nonchalant, "I dunno. I hope he's a fucking cool little tinker dwarf with a big beard though."

With that, she confidently led Thraash onward. Their destination was perhaps a thirty-minute walk, one she had spent talking shit about FIVE to Thraash. Soon, the two found themselves navigating through the winding paths of the village as they finally arrived.

As they stepped further into the village, Mari couldn't help but express her candid thoughts, "Wow, what a shithole!" The colorful language drew curious glances from the locals as they made their way.

Mari suddenly turned to Thraash with a guilty smile, "To be honest, I know he's in this village, but I dunno where exactly...Hehe." Her expression perked up as she came up with a great idea. "But don't worry. I got this," she assured him, her confidence unwavering.

Then, without missing a beat, Mari came to an abrupt stop and unleashed her booming voice, calling out into the village, "SCATHAEL! HEY SCATHAEL!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, BOY! " Her words echoed through the narrow streets, leaving no doubt that they had arrived.

However, her loud proclamation wasn't met with the enthusiastic response she had hoped for. Instead, groans and grumbles emanated from nearby windows as irritated villagers peered out, complaining that they were trying to sleep. A few that had been walking on the path as well even muttered curses under their breath as Mari's voice disrupted the tranquility of their village.