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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Courting Season Camping Event

With the full backing of the royal castle, this prestigious camping experience promises an unforgettable night of romance and adventure in Pinebrook, a quaint, woodsy town just a 30-minute carriage ride from Sorian.

Castle-Supported Luxury:
Thanks to the generous support of the castle for this year's courting season, this event will be an exquisite blend of nature’s charm and royal luxury. Noble guests will enjoy all the splendors of the outdoors with an elevated touch, as the castle has ensured every detail is carefully curated for a flawless experience. The royal funding has transformed Pinebrook's campgrounds into a dreamy destination featuring elegant tents, and beautifully designed communal areas, where nature meets high society most charmingly. Those of lesser status are welcomed as well! The cabins and many amenities will also be available all season!

Lavish Amenities:
Noble attendees will enjoy accommodations with luxurious bedding and decor, all covered by the royal purse. The castle has provided refined glamping setups with soft linens and comfortable furnishings, ensuring that everyone, no matter their sleeping arrangement, feels pampered.

Noble Tent

Standard Tent

Romantic Activities & Castle-Endorsed Events:
This isn’t just any camping trip—this is an event hosted under the endorsement of the crown. The entire evening has been thoughtfully planned to enhance the courting season and allow potential suitors and partners to bond through a series of light-hearted and romantic activities. The event will include:

Couples Cooking Competition:
Funded by the royal kitchen itself, all ingredients are sourced from the finest local farms and suppliers. Compete while chained to your partner against other teams, creating a meal over the campfire.

Scenic Canoe Rides:
Paddle along a serene lake under the moonlight. The canoes, painted in royal colors, are provided by the castle.

Lake

Lantern Release:
Watch as dozens of lanterns float into the night sky. The royal family has generously provided lanterns for each couple to release, symbolizing their new beginnings.

Lanterns

Dance Under the Stars:
Dance to the sounds of a live string quartet, hired by the crown, on a charming wooden stage set under the stars.

Cozy Fire-Side Moments:
Sit by the campfire with your partner and roast gourmet marshmallows, sausages, and potatoes. Pinebrook's campgrounds, transformed into a magical glamping retreat, are designed to keep couples warm and cozy as they enjoy the romantic night.

Elegant Outdoor Dining:
Savor an exquisite meal under the stars, featuring roasted sausages, fire-baked potatoes, grilled vegetables, and more. The royal chefs have ensured every dish meets the standards of the nobility, and each course is designed for couples to share.

A Swimming Hole:
Go for a swim in a beautiful creek

Swimming Hole

Food Available at the Feast Table

🧀 Assorted Cheese & Fruit Platter
A selection of rich cheeses like brie, aged cheddar, and camembert, paired with seasonal fruits, nuts, and freshly baked breads.

🍄 Stuffed Mushrooms
Tender mushrooms filled with a savory blend of herbs, breadcrumbs, and melted cheeses.

🐔 Sorian-Style Roast Chicken
Juicy chicken marinated in herbs and spices, slow-roasted and served with a side of fire-roasted vegetables.

🍲 Wild Mushroom Stew
A hearty stew made from wild forest mushrooms, root vegetables, and simmered in a rich broth, served with warm crusty bread.

🥩 Grilled Ribeye Steaks
Tender cuts of ribeye, grilled to order, with a red wine reduction and rosemary-infused butter.

🍓 Fresh Berry Tart
A delicate pastry crust filled with vanilla cream, topped with a variety of fresh, seasonal berries.

🍮 Lavender Crème Brûlée
A floral twist on the classic dessert with a crisp caramelized sugar topping and a creamy lavender-infused custard.

🍎 Apple Cinnamon Hand Pies
Warm, flaky hand pies filled with spiced apple and cinnamon, served with a dollop of whipped cream.

🍷 Assorted Fine Wines
Handpicked selections from the royal cellar, including Sorian red, white, and sparkling wines.

🥃 Campfire Whiskey
A smooth, smoky blend perfect for sipping by the fire.

🍋 Herbal Lemonade
A refreshing blend of lemon, mint, and honey.

☕ Gourmet Coffee & Hot Chocolate
Freshly brewed coffee and velvety hot chocolate, served with a choice of cream, marshmallows, and cinnamon.

Fire-Roasting Stations

🍫 S'mores Table:
The s’mores station is a sweet delight, featuring an inviting display of graham crackers, marshmallows, and various gourmet chocolate bars. The table is adorned with glass jars filled with different flavors of marshmallows—classic vanilla, caramel swirl, and peppermint. Wooden skewers are neatly stacked for roasting, and there’s even a selection of artisanal toppings like crushed hazelnuts and drizzled caramel for the ultimate s'mores experience. The scent of toasted marshmallows fills the air as guests roast their treats over small, elegant fire pits scattered nearby.

🌭 Sausages Table:
The sausages roasting station is laid out like a feast for carnivores, featuring a range of mouth-watering sausages including bratwurst, spicy chorizo, and garlic-herb varieties. Displayed on wooden platters, the sausages come with small side dishes of mustard, ketchup, relish, and onions, with rustic bread rolls on the side. Skewers of various sizes sit ready for guests to pick their sausage of choice and roast it over open flames. Small pots of melting cheese and dipping sauces are available for those who want to add an extra touch to their roasted sausage.

🌽 Corn Table:
The corn roasting table is a rustic setup with golden ears of corn stacked in bushel baskets. Each ear is wrapped in its husk, ready for guests to grill to perfection over the fire. Nearby, small pots of herb-infused butter, spices, and salts are available for brushing onto the corn after roasting. Wooden benches are placed around the fire pits where guests can sit and enjoy the crackling sound of roasting corn while the scent of butter and fresh herbs wafts through the air.

🥔 Potatoes Table:
The potato station is a cozy stop, featuring large baskets of fire-ready potatoes wrapped in foil. Guests can grab a potato, place it directly in the glowing embers, and let it roast until perfectly tender. Afterward, they can unwrap their potato and head to the toppings bar, which is fully stocked with sour cream, chives, crispy bacon bits, shredded cheese, and butter. The setup is simple yet satisfying, with the warmth of the fire pit making this a comforting station to linger by.

Link to Pinebrook, the town this campsite is in, below:

Pinebrook

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Optional Partner Assignments Upon Entry

Upon arrival at the Courting Season Camping Event, each guest can opt to be paired with a partner, chosen by one of our esteemed staff members. Should you wish to switch partners at any point during the event, simply make a request to any member of the staff, and they will happily accommodate your preferences. Below are the initial pairings:

Sir Matthias Larson and Bey Rohit Amar
Captain Stratya Durmand and Mr. Kazumin Nagasa
Lady Ariella Edwards and Prince Callum Danrose
Dr. John Williamson and Ms. Kira Mapenzi
Lord Roman Ravenwood and Ms. Riona

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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Date:Sola 25th

Interaction: @Helo @Tae @ReusableSword @Rodiak @JJ Doe @Conscripts @Infinite Cosmos @Potter @Tpartywithzombi @samreaper @Silverpaw @Inertia @Potter @FunnyGuy @SausagePat @Lava Alckon @CitrusArms @PapaOso @Apex Sunburn

Good evening! It's now 7pm!

Regarding any unfinished business for day time, please be clear that you are writing in for the day still, or mark it as a flashback.

NEWSPAPER FOR SOLA 25

Map of Sorian

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Drakes Birthday Party
Attire:Dress
Interaction: @Lava Alckon Farim @CitrusArms Stratya

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Anastasia's smirk widened as Farim’s hand brushed against her chin. She met his gaze, eyes gleaming with amusement, completely at ease. "Frustrations?" She repeated with intrigue, "Sweetheart, if this is frustrating you, you might be in trouble... I'm just warming up. "

She trailed a finger lightly along his arm, her touch featherlight, almost teasing. "I hope you can manage until later," she whispered, her tone dripping with suggestion, "because I’d hate for this to be over too soon." She winked, her gaze playfully challenging as she pulled back. She was glad to hear that Farim and possibly the others were going to show up for some strip poker.

The party needed to keep going after all. She needed it to keep going...

But why did she?

Her smile started to fade ever so slightly, and for a moment it felt as if the shadows of her mind were reaching toward her, creeping up from behind like cold fingers curling around the edges of her skull. They were a quiet but insistent reminder, dark tendrils that clawed at the joy she sought to keep alive, dragging her thoughts back to Darryn this time. They had been patient today, waiting for the moment the distraction ended, for when she would be forced to face them head-on.

For a moment, the noise of the party vanished, like someone had turned down the volume of the world itself. The vivid greens of the room dulled, blurring into muted shades, and even the lively notes of Drake's piano seemed distant, like an echo from a dream. All that remained was the creeping stillness, where her own voice echoed loudly from the depths of her subconscious:

Having fun? Meanwhile Darryn lies dead... He'll never have fun again.

Before she could process the thought Stratya’s voice suddenly grounded her, and Anastasia found herself blinking as if she'd just awoken from a dream. It was as if all the sounds turned back on along when she spoke, as if it had been as simple as flicking a switch. Her attention moved to the knight and she beamed. "Hi there!" She greeted and then teased, "Are you suuurrre you're not making up an excuse because you wanna come play... Because you totally could just ask, silly."

Drake then continued on to play a second song, apparently gifted to him by Charlotte. She chewed her lip as Stratya had brought up the idea of her being a sweetheart, but nodded with a forced smile. She chewed on her lip, nodding at Stratya with a forced smile, pushing back the faint discomfort. But when Drake fell, tumbling into chaos, Anastasia's attention snapped toward the spectacle, and a bright giggle bubbled up. "Oh my gods! Can't blame a guy for getting drunk on his birthday though, can we?"

Yet, the amusement was quickly replaced by concern when Ariella ran to her brother's side. Anastasia's gaze softened, watching her friend. "She's free... Thank goodness." She murmured to herself. She made a mental note to check on Ariella later, to make sure her friend was truly okay.

Of course, Duchess Victoria was quite literally something out of the underworld as she always, as she embarrassed her children in front of everyone and herself. To Anastasia's shock, Stratya decided to tell the duchess to take off her shoes, her bold voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Anastasia's hand flew to her mouth, stifling a loud laugh, but she couldn't contain the glee bubbling up inside. "Captain Durmand!" She exclaimed with glee between laughs. "What's gotten into you? I love it!" And then, as if the scene couldn't get any funnier, Lorenzo piped in, adding his own bizarre commentary. Anastasia doubled over, lost in her laughter enough to barely notice that Zarai and Fritz had stepped off to talk privately.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Seraphina Duval

Location: Private Ship, Moored in Sorian Harbor
Time: Late Morning
Mentions: @Apex Sunburn Sada Kurau

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The small, sleek ship rocked gently in the harbor as Seraphina Duval paced across the polished wooden deck, her heels clicking rhythmically with every step. The air was thick with salt, the scent of the sea mixing with the damp wood of the ship's hull. Around her, a few trusted members of the Black Rose stood at attention, their eyes flicking toward her as they awaited her command.

Seraphina took a deep breath, her gaze sharpening as she addressed the room. “Where's the spy?"

With those words, the door to the cabin opened, and a young woman with long wavy brown hair and wide, fearful eyes was led in by two guards. Following close behind were her brown-haired parents, their faces etched with fear. The woman stood trembling before Seraphina, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.

Seraphina turned to face them, her gaze landing first on Dahlia, then shifting to her parents. There was no malice in her eyes—only cold calculation. She gestured for Dahlia to step forward, her voice soft but firm. "Dahlia, you know why you're here."

Dahlia swallowed hard, her voice shaky as she spoke. "Please... I don't want to go. It's a suicide mission. The ship—they’ll kill me... And if they don't kill me, I might get jailed or even killed by—"

"Perhaps," Seraphina agreed, interrupting calmly, her fingers tracing the edge of the map. "But you’re useful to us, Dahlia. You have skills we need. And if you succeed, you’ll be free of us. You’ll get the answers you’ve been looking for about your twin brother, Darryn."

At the mention of her brother, Dahlia’s face twisted in anguish. "You promised me you’d tell me what happened to him... I’ve done everything you’ve asked, and still nothing!" Her voice cracked, her desperation palpable.

"Everything has a price, Dahlia. You want answers? Then you’ll have to earn them." She gestured to one of her guards, who immediately grabbed Dahlia’s mother by the arm, pulling her roughly to her knees beside her daughter.

Seraphina took a slow, deliberate step forward, her gaze fixed on Dahlia. "I understand that you are afraid," she said, her tone smooth, almost soothing. "You fear that this mission will be your end, and perhaps it will be. But let me offer you a way out."

Dahlia’s eyes flicked to her parents, her breath hitching in her throat. "A way out?" she whispered, her voice trembling with desperate hope.

Seraphina nodded, her lips curling into a faint smile. "Yes, a way out. I’ll let you walk away from this mission, Dahlia." She paused, letting the silence fill the space between them before she continued, "But only if you choose. One of your parents will live. The other..." Her gaze flicked to the guards holding Dahlia’s parents. "The other will die."

Dahlia gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes filled with horror. "No... please... you can’t ask me to choose. I can’t..."

Seraphina remained unmoved. "I can, and I am. This is your choice, Dahlia. If you refuse to go on the mission, then you will decide who dies and who lives. If you go, they both walk away unharmed. But if you refuse me, then you will watch as one of them bleeds out in front of you."

She leaned in slightly, her voice low and threatening. "And do not think that I’m bluffing."

Dahlia’s entire body trembled as she turned to her parents, their faces full of anguish. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head in disbelief. "Please... don’t make me do this..."

Seraphina remained silent, waiting, her gaze unwavering.

The guards gripped the shoulders of Dahlia’s parents tightly, and the sharp glint of a knife caught the sunlight as one of the guards raised it to her father’s throat. "It’s simple," Seraphina said quietly, almost gently. "Choose, or I will choose for you."

Dahlia’s breath came in short gasps, her mind reeling with the weight of the decision. Her hands shook, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to form words, but nothing came. Finally, she broke down, "No, please... I’ll go. I’ll go on the mission."

Seraphina straightened, the faintest hint of satisfaction crossing her face. "Very well. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?" She then smiled at the young woman. "You’ve made the right choice, Dahlia."

Seraphina’s gaze, sharp as a blade, lingered on Dahlia as she took a slow step forward. "I’m pleased you’ve seen reason, Dahlia," she began, "However, understand this clearly."

She glanced at the guards, who held Dahlia’s parents firmly in place, their expressions frozen in terror. Seraphina’s eyes returned to Dahlia, hard as iron. "Your parents will remain here, under my watchful eye. If, at any moment during your mission, you so much as entertain the idea of betrayal..." Her gaze darkened, and she allowed the words to hang in the air before continuing, "they will die—slowly. Painfully."

"And when I say painful, Dahlia, I mean it. We have mages capable of pain spells beyond your nightmares." She told her. "You’ll know that every cry, every scream of agony they let out, is your doing."

Her eyes met Dahlia's. "Or perhaps I’ll use them as our test subjects for the new drugs in development... Play with them until they beg for death." Her voice carried the nonchalance of one discussing dinner plans as she spoke, "But death, Dahlia, will not come quickly for them. I will make sure it lasts for days."

Dahlia’s breath hitched, her face paling.

"So remember this well, Dahlia. You belong to me now. Fail me, betray me, and you will not only lose your life... but you will hear your parents tortured until their last breath. And trust me," she added, "Their last breaths will take a very long time."

Dahlia could only nod, her throat too tight to speak, the gravity of the situation crushing any remnants of hope she had left.

As Dahlia and her parents were led out of the room, their footsteps heavy with despair, Seraphina turned her back on them, her expression cold and detached. The air in the room was thick with tension when Laurie stepped forward, brows furrowed in thought. Her voice, though quiet, carried the weight of her curiosity.

"Why not use one of our own?" Laurie asked, her tone careful. "Why the Fletchers?"

Seraphina didn’t turn to face Laurie immediately. Instead, she remained staring out over the harbor, her hands clasped neatly behind her back. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke, her voice slow and deliberate.

“Because they’re all going to die regardless,” Seraphina replied, her voice devoid of emotion. She turned slightly, her sharp gaze locking with Laurie’s. “Marek wants them dead.” She allowed her words to linger in the air for a moment, watching the understanding dawn on Laurie’s face before continuing.

“Dahlia and her twin brother Darryn have been in servitude to the Black Rose for a long time now. They were once useful, particularly Darryn, but things have changed. Dahlia…” Seraphina trailed off for a moment, considering her next words with the careful calculation that defined her. “She’s always been a stealthy little thing, slipping through shadows, unnoticed. That’s why I chose her for this mission. Her skills are valuable, and while her fear clouds her judgment, her survival instincts are strong. She will get the job done because she has no other choice.”

Laurie nodded slowly, processing the explanation, but there was still a lingering uncertainty in her eyes. “But why not use someone more loyal? One of our own could—”

“Loyalty is not always a guarantee of success, Laurie,” Seraphina interrupted, her voice sharp. “She's disposable. This is a test run after all... We have others to send after her if need be. I'm sending her to a mage first to enchant her with a spell or two that will make her useful no matter what they do with her."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:10am
Location: Edwards Estate - Drake's Party
Attire: Dress, Amulet
Interaction: @PapaOso Cassius @FunnyGuy Lorenzo

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As Charlotte’s giggles faded into the air, her gaze lingered on Cassius, lying so close beside her, bathed in the sunlight. It was the first time she had truly seen him like this—so at ease, so unguarded. Her eyes hovered over his face and she smiled, though it did fade ever so slightly as the moment went on. The sunlight striking him also highlighted the scars that marred his skin... Highlighted the evidence of a man who once spent his life fighting for coin, wandering from one battle to the next.

Her mind had begun to wander to that age-old question: Who is Cassius really? But then, his words caught her off guard in a way she hadn't expected. “I’m all in, Princess.” That teasing grin was there, but the words carried more weight than the casual banter he always threw around. He meant it.

“Oh, I know exactly what we’re doing,” she replied after a brief pause, her voice lilting with playful sarcasm as she met the gaze of those gray eyes of his, “We’re making a grand spectacle of ourselves, that’s what. And you, my dear Cassius, are doing a remarkable job at it.”

Leaning in slightly, her voice softened as she told him, “If you’re all in, then so am I.” She smiled softly, letting herself sink deeper into the grass, feeling the cool earth beneath her. It was grounding, despite her intoxication. With a contented sigh, her gaze drifted upwards, following the lazy path of the clouds overhead.

“You know…” she mused, her tone light but carrying a deeper undertone, “This might be the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

As the words slipped from her lips, she found herself reflecting on the absurdity of the situation. Here she was, lying in the grass, shoes kicked off, laughing and teasing without a care for how it looked—how improper it might seem. She could almost hear her mother’s voice in her mind, stern and exasperated, berating her for all those wasted hours in finishing school. All those lessons on grace and decorum... and for what? To roll in the grass like some unruly child?

But none of it seemed to matter anymore.

People change after losing a parent. That was an obvious fact, and her mother had been the second time she had lost one. The girl she had been a year ago seemed like a distant memory, and even now, so did who she had been simply days ago. No matter what the gossip columns or Duchess Victoria might say, the power to define her own life was now in herself. She knew what she wanted to do with it too, but in the meantime, all she wanted to do was just enjoy the moment.

Her head turned back toward him slowly, her smile even more genuine as she reached out to take his hand tenderly, “...And I’m glad it’s with you.”

“Lottie… please darling, get up… " Barely coherent mumbling reached her ears, breaking the peace of the moment. A pang of concern tugged at her as she pushed herself up slightly, propping herself on her elbows. “There's… there's feet down there, Lottie. So many feet… ugh… I have to give Lord Drake his gifts…. I have to do it… do it before the duchess finds a way to corner me...Lottie… get up from there. The king ferret…. Lorenzo Vikena, the ferret… the ferret king of the Furonian Kingdom demand… it.”

Her lips twitched upward at first, the absurdity of Lorenzo’s words sparking an amused giggle deep in her chest. But as her tipsy gaze slid back to her father, the smile on her face began to falter. His posture was all wrong—defeated, slumped, as if some weight far heavier than the drinks was bearing down on him. She exchanged a quick glance with Cassius before returning her gaze to Lorenzo.

“Papa?” she blurted out, the word slipping from her lips. It felt strange calling him that, as if the word did not belong to him truly, and she wasn't sure why she had said it at all. She clumsily pushed herself up to her feet, wobbling for a moment before gripping the back of a chair to steady herself. “Are you quite alright?”

Her eyes widened in sudden resolve as she dramatically declared, “Alright, that does it. We’ve all had enough to drink. Alcohol is now banned from this table!” Subsequently, Charlotte stepped closer to Lorenzo and put a hand on his shoulder.

“No need to worry, Lorenzo, for I shall help you present your gifts to Drake... Where are they?" She looked over at Cassius and then smiled as an idea dawned on her, “Oh! Cassius can help too if you have a lot." She beamed as she assured Lorenzo, "You're always... so thoughtful with your gifts! Lord Edwards will adore them."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Edwards Estate Backyard
Interaction:@Helo Callum, @Lava Alckon Drake @TpartywithZombi Ariella @Funnyguy Lorenzo @Helo Callum @PapaOso Gideon @CitrusArms Stratya

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Victoria's eyes flared dangerously the moment Ariella opened her mouth, and any semblance of restraint snapped under the weight of the alcohol coursing through her veins. She tensely leaned in and began to whisper. "Oh, Ariella, darling," she spat, her tone dripping with venomous sarcasm, "since when did you become the expert on decorum? You can't even keep your shoes on for more than an hour. I can't imagine how much dirt is stuck under your nails." She laughed mockingly, her eyes flashing with fury as she took a step closer, her gaze burning through her daughter.

"Honestly," she continued, her tone scathing, "if you ever want to be anything in this society, you’ll stop making a fool of yourself and start acting more like me. "

She let out an exasperated sigh, glaring down at her daughter before turning on her heel with a dramatic flourish, her head held high. "I don’t have time for this nonsense."

Victoria's lips subsequently thinned as Drake tried to smooth over the situation with humor. He did a fine enough job, but she was too annoyed to properly award him. She found herself irked as he tried to claim he could hold his liquor after showing clearly that was not in fact the case to most of the nobility in the city. "Five scotches for breakfast?" she echoed, "You're kidding me, right? You better not become some smelly alcoholic." Her gaze flicked to the crowd, irritation barely concealed. "Fine, I’ll refrain from further yelling."

However, not everyone wanted to refrain from yelling. A female voice suddenly cut through the air, “Take off yerr shoes!”

Victoria froze mid-step, her head slowly turning back towards Stratya, her eyes wide with confusion. The confident demeanor cracked for just a moment, giving way to a bewildered expression.

"What did you just say?" she asked. It took her a few seconds to process the outburst, and for once, she was speechless. "Take off my shoes?" she repeated, almost incredulously, as if the very suggestion were the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard."Who do you think you are?"

“She won’t do it! It would be a crime Knight Captain! Victoria knows she has the stinkiest feet in the Kingdom! Trust me when I say it would be easier to bury your face in WEEK-OLD ROYAL CURD CHEESE left in the blistering heat than to be subjected to the hell of her removing her shoes!”

Her head whipped toward Lorenzo, her eyes blazing with fury. Her lips parted to speak, however, the least important prince spoke up with empty threats and even dared to jump on insulting her foot odor! He'd pay for that! They both would.

“Victoria,” Gideon's voice intercepted her raging mind, “Why don’t you come back and sit with Lily and I? We’re all supposed to be celebrating together.” He placed a hand on her arm, “Today is about our children, about Drake. Let’s not give him and Ariella any more reason to feel ashamed. It’s not worth it. We’re better than this.”

Her lips curled into a tight, icy smile that didn’t reach her eyes as Gideon spoke. Instead of replying, with all the elegance and poise of a practiced noblewoman, she lifted her glass, as if in a mock toast, her fingers tightening ever so slightly around the stem.

"Enjoy the party, Duke Vikena," she said softly, her voice carrying just enough edge for him to know the sentiment was anything but kind. As she lowered her glass, her eyes remained fixed on him. She didn’t need to say anything more—her look alone was enough to make it clear. Lorenzo had just made an enemy, and Victoria Edwards was not a woman who forgot or forgave easily.

With one last piercing stare that could cut through steel, she averted her gaze and addressed everyone, "For the record, I bathe daily and apply only the finest floral-scented lotions to my feet regularly. I receive pedicures every week from the best in the kingdom. If anyone doubts me, you're welcome to sniff my feet yourselves!" With a huff, retreated back to the table, her head held high.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:10am
Location: Edwards Estate - Drake's Party
Attire: Dress, Amulet
Interaction: @PapaOso Cassius @FunnyGuy Lorenzo

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“Lottie that’s your song!”l

Lottie’s eyes sparkled, her tipsy grin widening as Lorenzo’s words washed over her. Was he proud of her? Perhaps even impressed? She held a big, stupid smile on her face, soaking in the warmth of his praise without even registering the tray of drinks he had requested. For a moment, everything felt light and easy, and she reveled in it.

When Cassius spoke, closing the distance between them, his teasing tone returned. His gaze was locked on hers, and she could sense the arrogance creeping back into his demeanor. Without missing a beat, she fired back, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Well, you certainly make sure no one could miss you with all that ‘subtle’ strutting around.”

As Cassius went on, labeling her a swan, the dynamic shifted. For a moment, Lottie’s gaze softened. The warmth of his breath brushing against her neck ignited a subtle flush in her cheeks, though the alcohol buzzing through her system helped her maintain her composure. Her heart quickened, but her boldness only grew.

“A swan?” she mused, her voice smooth and unhurried, savoring the compliment as if it was her due. “Well, I can’t say I mind the comparison.” Her eyes held his, a playful glint returning.

“And it seems in your world, we are both birds. They do say birds of a feather flock together, don’t they?” Her smile deepened as she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a low whisper.

“I suppose you’re alluding to that night you were... less than charming, and I had to get cross with you. Oh yes, I have not forgotten mister…” she continued, her words pointed but still playful. Her gaze sharpened slightly, though her smile never faltered. “Now, tell me, Cassius, you’re clearly not a man unaware of how to speak to a lady. So, was there a reason for it? Were you mocking me because of the rumors?”

With a smirk, she reached out, gently brushing a lock of hair from his face, ensuring he saw the look in her eyes before she leaned back into her seat, folding her hands elegantly in her lap.

Just then, Stratya’s outburst caught her attention. A giggle slipped from her lips, “Oh dear, that was quite funny, wasn’t it?”

Before she could think further, Lorenzo chimed in, adding fuel to the fire, as he so often did. Normally, a rush of anxiety would bubble up inside her, worrying over him. Instead, she found herself doubling over with laughter, covering her lips as she giggled uncontrollably.

In a sudden burst of spontaneity, Lottie kicked off her shoes and stood up to approach Lorenzo, wobbling slightly. She then told him as she took hold of his shoulders, “She’s got… cheesy toes!”

She spun around after the declaration, giggling to herself, only to stumble moments later. She hit the grass with a thud but erupted into laughter, the ridiculousness of it all making her laugh even harder.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Edwards Estate Backyard
Interaction:@Helo Callum, @Lava Alckon Drake @TpartywithZombi Ariella
Mention: @Potter Olivia @JJ Doe Fritz @Funnyguy Lorenzo @Helo Callum @Lava Alckon Farim

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Victoria snapped her fingers sharply, the sound cutting through the air like a command that couldn’t be ignored. In moments, two attendants hurried over, giant feathered fans in hand, and began fanning her with almost frantic devotion. Another servant fussed over her hair, ensuring every strand was impeccably in place. Her head barely moved, her posture regal as she surveyed the party like a queen on her throne.

"Honestly, Lily," Victoria drawled, her eyes glued to the unfolding scene across the lawn. "Look at them—acting like they've forgotten they’re in public, fawning over each other like animals. Farim and the princess, no less. She’s practically using him as a cushion. What’s next? Is she going to ride him in front of us all?"

Countess Lily forced a nervous chuckle, nodding along with a tense smile. "Yes, Duchess. It’s... quite something."

Victoria let out a snarky laugh. "Him and Moonear or whatever—those princes." Her tone dripped with sarcasm. "They dress as if they've borrowed their clothes from peasants. Baggy and uninspired! Honestly, do they not realize they are royalty?"

"And how is Ariella doing, Victoria?" Lily asked, eyes flicking nervously toward Victoria’s daughter.

Victoria’s gaze darkened instantly as her eyes followed Lily's. "How do you think she’s doing, Lily?" she retorted, frustration biting through her voice. "She’s obviously terrible." She pointed dramatically at Ariella, who was wiggling her toes barefoot. "Look at her—no shoes again! Of course, she’s decided to disgrace me at Drake’s party."

She huffed, crossing her arms. "Honestly, every damn time," she muttered under her breath, finishing her cocktail as if that could erase the chaos she’d just unleashed.

Without missing a beat, Victoria cupped her hands around her mouth and barked across the lawn. "Ariella! Put your damn shoes on right now or so help me, I will come over there and smack you with one!" The party froze for a split second as her voice echoed through the garden, heads turning to witness the spectacle.

A servant approached then with a tray of sparkling cocktails, a tight, fake smile plastered on her face as she set one delicately in front of the Duchess. Victoria accepted the drink, lifting it slowly to her lips. "Mmm, delightful. At least someone here knows how to do their job." Her gaze slid over the rim of the glass to narrow at the girl. "I hope you aren’t expecting a thank you. Go away now." She rolled her eyes.

Her eyes slid to the next table, a cruel smile curling on her lips. "And would you look at that table?" she sneered. "Cassius, Lorenzo, Callum, and Charlotte—what an utterly predictable bunch. Downing drinks like common drunkards in a tavern. Have they never seen liquor before? It’s so... undignified." She waved a hand, her cocktail shimmering as she took a delicate sip.

Her sharp gaze zeroed in on Callum, and she let out an almost bored laugh. "Should we even be surprised? Callum’s behavior never shocks me. He’s Edin’s worst mistake, after all. Living up to that legacy every day, isn’t he?" Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Victoria then flicked her eyes to Lorenzo, stifling a snicker. "And Vikena... in that ridiculous pale pink suit? Absurd. He looks like a child who wandered into his mother’s wardrobe. Pink! On him! It’s laughable."

Bored with them, her attention drifted back to the table with Anastasia and Farim. Her eyes locked on Count Fritz. She arched a brow, disdain evident. "And that one... the short one with the dark hair. What’s his name again? He’s so insignificant I can’t even bother to remember it. Why is he here? Practically invisible." She let out a soft laugh before her eyes landed on Olivia, radiant with ethereal beauty. Not even one flaw on her face. The duchess’s jaw clenched involuntarily. "And who, pray tell, is that?"

She talks way too much when she drinks. Lily thought to herself, taking a steady breath before answering. "I don’t know who that girl is. I’ve seen her around the Vikena estate lately."

"Really! You usually know everyone." Victoria mused with interest, though her gaze remained narrowed in jealousy.

"She’s quite lovely, isn’t she?" Lily ventured.

Just then, Calbert rose from the table. "Please excuse me, ladies." He left abruptly.

Victoria’s eyes stayed on Olivia even as Calbert walked away. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against her glass. "Lovely? That’s one word for it, I suppose," she replied, her voice tinged with bitterness. She took a languid sip, masking the jealousy bubbling beneath. Her smile toward Lily was sharp, devoid of warmth.

"And the Vikena estate, you say?" Her tone was dripping with fake curiosity. "Well, that explains everything. She could have been something—if only she wasn’t mixing with that lot. Even the most polished gems can end up in the gutter."

Lily's smile tightened, unsure what to say. "Yes... quite the pity," she murmured, glancing toward Olivia, blissfully unaware of the venom being spat in her direction.

Victoria’s gaze darkened as she sipped her drink, the taste now bitter. "It’s like she thinks she’s better than the rest of us, just sitting there with that face, as if she owns the room. It’s enough to make me sick."

The only thing that broke her deadly focus was her own son’s voice. Victoria snapped her fingers, halting the fanning and the servant fussing with her hair. Her eyes were glued to Drake as he prepared for his performance. A small, proud smile curled her lips—tinged, as usual, with self-importance. But as Drake continued speaking, she noticed the slight stumble in his movements, the slur in his words. He even ended up playing some awful song from the Vikena girl of all people. It quickly went downhill, ending with him tumbling off the stage in front of everyone.

A fire raged in Victoria’s eyes as she abruptly stood. Her perfectly styled dress rippled, and with a snap of her fingers, her attendants hurried to lift her skirts. She couldn’t sit by idly after this disaster—her son, falling like a common buffoon! With her head held high, her features twisted in indignation, she stormed across the lawn toward Drake, her heels sinking into the grass but not slowing her determined pace.

As she reached him, her voice cut through the chatter like a blade. "Drake!" she whisper-hissed, glaring down at him. "Do you have any idea how utterly embarrassing that was? Falling off the stage like a commoner who can’t hold his drink! My son, making a spectacle of himself at his own birthday party."

Her hands rested on her hips, venom dripping from her tone. "You are not some tavern drunkard, Drake. You are an Edwards. Get up and act normal!"

Before Drake could reply, her eyes flicked to Callum, who had been helping him to his feet. Without missing a beat, she sneered coldly. "Oh, look. I believe a flea just jumped out of your hair, Prince Callum Danrose. You might want to find a comb—though I doubt it’ll help with whatever’s going on there."

Victoria let out an exasperated sigh, smoothing her dress and waving her hand dismissively in Drake’s direction, forcing herself to maintain composure. With exaggerated grace, she climbed onto the stage, every step dripping with superiority. At the center, she flashed a tight, practiced smile, her voice oozing with false charm.

"Dear friends, please forgive the interruption," she called out sweetly. "It seems my poor son, Drake, is feeling a bit under the weather. Nothing to worry about—just a minor spell of dizziness." She waved her hand dismissively and posed with a hand on her hip as if the entire backyard was admiring her. "I’m sure he’ll be back to his usual self in no time. Carry on!"

Victoria clapped her hands, her voice taking on a singsong tone. "Servants! Now would be a fabulous time to bring out more hors d'oeuvres, don’t you think?" she chirped, commanding beneath the sweetness. "And everyone, do help yourselves to the buffet! So much to enjoy!" Her voice rose with fake enthusiasm, teetering on desperation. She gave an exaggerated bow, performing for the crowd.

As she descended the stage, the tight smile remained. This party was supposed to showcase her family’s grace and superiority, and Drake’s stumble had nearly ruined it. But Victoria Edwards wasn’t about to let her family’s image falter. Not on her watch.

Avalia

The River Port Lodge

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Tucked near the docks of River Port, the River Port Great Lodge exudes a cozy charm with its dark wooden beams and walls lined with old maps and trinkets from the sea. The warm glow from the hearth fills the room with a comforting orange light, and the smell of woodsmoke and freshly baked bread drifts through the air. Fishermen, traders, and adventurers stop by here for a warm meal, good drink, and a bed after long days.

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Boarding Prices
Single Room: 12 amas/night
Double Room: 20 amas/night
Common Room Bunk: 6 amas/night

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Meals & Beverages
Lunch & Dinner
Traveler’s Stew: 8 amas
Seafood Sensation: 10 amas
Fried Sarelion: 9 amas
Chicken Curry: 8 amas
Boar Meat with Utajakl Sauce: 8 amas
Desserts
Alaberry Roll: 4 amas
Cinnamon Cream Bread: 4 amas
Beverages
Riverfruit Slush: 3 amas
Cheap Wine: 1 ama
Beer: 1 ama

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Avalia

Black Maw Syndicate

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The lodge's warm interior did little to mask the undercurrent of tension that thickened the air. The fire crackled in the hearth, but shadows moved in every corner, and whispers of something dark, dangerous, and inevitable hovered over the scene. Sensing a change in the atmosphere, the clerk suddenly ducked behind the desk.

Seated in the far corner of the lodge, the Black Maw Syndicate watched with cold, predatory eyes. They were an infamous gang in Avalia, a pack of cutthroats made up of demi-humans, orcs, and dark elves, who thrived on smuggling, extortion, and drugs. Vasco had already danced too close to the flames, unknowingly pulling his companion, Rowan, into the fire.

At the head of the group sat Kaelin Vore, a dark-elf with slicked-back silver hair and cruel violet eyes. He leaned back in his chair, his lips twisted into a permanent smirk, as if always one step ahead of everyone around him.

Flanking him was Zarnak, a towering, muscular lizardman with scaled skin and a demeanor that screamed violence. His long, black claws tapped against the table as he watched Vasco and Rowan with a predator’s patience. His slit yellow eyes were fixed on Vasco, and the hunger for blood was unmistakable.

By Kaelin’s side, Shira, a sleek feline demihuman, lounged lazily, her amber eyes half-lidded but always sharp. Her tail flicked back and forth as she purred under her breath, her claws gently raking the wood of her chair.

A hulking figure loomed near the door: Gorruk, an orc with jagged teeth and scars crisscrossing his greenish-grey skin, each a trophy from his brutal life. His fists were like boulders, and he cracked his knuckles as he eyed the newcomers, eager for a fight.

The moment Vasco swaggered into the lodge, Kaelin tilted his head slightly, the smirk deepening. He flicked a finger toward Zarnak, signaling the start of the hunt.

Zarnak rose from his seat, his heavy footsteps echoing across the wooden floor as he approached Vasco and Rowan. The lizardman’s snarl curled his lips, his fangs glinting in the low light.

“Well, well, look what the gutter dragged in,” sneered Zarnak, stepping forward. His gleaming eyes locked onto Vasco. “You’ve been causing trouble, haven’t you? Running around without paying your dues. And now... you bring a new friend.”

“This one looks... valuable,” Gorruk rumbled. “Bet the rich boy’ll fetch a nice price for our troubles.”

Meanwhile, Shira circled around Rowan, her eyes sparkled with cruel amusement.

Zarnak took a step closer, his breath cold on Vasco’s face.

“See, boy, your mess comes with consequences. We don’t appreciate debt, and since you’ve been running up quite the tab, it’s time to collect. And this elf—” Zarnak's eyes flicked to Rowan,“—he’s going to help pay your way out.”

The gang members subsequently moved with silent coordination. Gorruk, the massive orc, cracked his knuckles again as he approached Rowan. His heavy footfalls echoed through the lodge.

“You're coming with us, rich boy,” Gorruk growled as he stepped behind Rowan, yanking his arms back and binding them roughly with a coarse rope. The elf struggled, his lithe form twisting, but the brute strength of the orc was overwhelming.

Shira leaned in close, her feline eyes glittering with cruel amusement. “Don’t fight it,” she purred, her voice a dangerous whisper. “You’ll only make things worse.” She brushed a claw lightly against Rowan’s cheek before stepping back, leaving a thin red line where her claw had kissed his skin.

Meanwhile, Zarnak’s attention shifted back to Vasco. His towering form blocked any escape, and with a sinister smirk, he drew a sleek blade from his belt, its edge gleaming in the light. He pointed it directly at Vasco.

“You’ve made a mess,” Zarnak sneered. “And now your little friend here is going to pay the price. Unless, of course, you have a better idea. Do you?”

The cold steel hovered inches from Vasco’s neck, as Kaelin, still lounging in his chair, watched the scene unfold with a twisted grin. “Time to see if you’ve got anything worth offering, boy. Or maybe we’ll just take the elf and leave you to rot.”