Masquerade Sept 7, 2016 10:37:38 GMT -7
Post by The Maven on Sept 7, 2016 10:37:38 GMT -7
Tonight was the night, and it was a beautiful one. The autumn sky painted pink and gold as the sun shrunk beyond the horizon, little dots twinkling in the opposite half of the heavens. Lanterns were being lit along the cobbled streets of Pickernicen surrounding the community hall ((but less modern, not on a hill, and slightly bigger...)) in preparation for the celebratory gathering. The whole town was buzzing about it; even some travelers from Serei and other settlements had decided to join in. A masquerade party: everyone is invited. It wasn't too often the more well off, 'noble', houses gave such an open invitation for the 'lower class' to join them in festivity; less-so in Serei. People from all walks of life had spent the last few weeks excitedly arranging suitable dress and, of course, disguise.
But there were others that thought more about the choice of wording. Everyone is invited. It didn't take long for the artists setting up flyers and mailing invitations to be chastised for their mistake. It was too late to revoke the welcome, and certainly no one organizing the event would agree to a cancellation; no matter the risk. And so, a massive hiring of guards ensued. Guards of who now gathered around the perimeter of the wood and stone building whilst the finishing touches were made for the gala. Some were of Pickernicen's own militia, but a good portion were experienced hunters and mercenaries making for quite the mottle of talents and appearances. Some had even dressed up themselves.
The evening promised delectable cuisine and joyous entertainment with jesters and bards, supposed magicians with their various sleight of hand tricks, but also a surprise announcement said to be an amazing advancement that would bring humans into a new era of exploration. It was, after all, hosted by a decently known eccentric: Pierce Silverthumb. So, naturally, amongst the indulgent rich and curious middlings were competitive inventors looking to snoop.
As the hour of opening came the sun was but a glow and a half moon showered down its silvery light. A constant flow of guests pushed through the doors of the hall after passing a brief, simple, inspection of silver and holy water. Costumes of all levels collided together. Some had merely dawned their best formal wear and tied a lavish mask to cover their eyes and nose. Others had gone so far as to slip on fake horns, paint their skin, or to cover their entire heads with a homemade fox head.
Music played, candles flickered, groups formed around the tables and minor trophy displays of Pierce's older works, and the food was laid out.