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Lazy evening sunbeams splintered through the trees on a small winding path. A footpath to the standard beings that roamed this world, but to the grumbling masalla'ko'pono that trudged along, it just seemed never-ending. The small rodent-like creature twitched it's nose and blew out another huff of distain in a long line of objections.

"Oh, Alder it is not so bad. At least it is not the boat!" A voice chirped from the covered wagon Alder was pulling.

"Look, up ahead. A clearing. We can stop there and rest a bit or two, if you would like."

He huffed once more, indignation clear across his furry little face as he turned his head slightly to throw a glare back at his companion. From under a simple tan cloak, a pair of eyes peered playfully. Bright green and twinkling gold danced as they teased Alder.

"I may even have a little of that tart left from Scalvoris, the one with honey and walnuts?"

The figure giggled as her friend turned back and shuffled just a tad faster to the destination. She pulled back her hood to get a better look around, to see if she could find some extra berries or herbs while Alder munched away at his treat. Thick vines fell out off her head and out of the twine she had them twisted round, dark and almost like velvet, falling to pool around her on the seat of the wagon. Growing from the vines were simple white flowers, alyssums, to match the season as it grew colder and more vibrant with yellows and red. The cold cycle was starting to take its effect as she was getting slower and weaker as it passed peacefully by. She hoped soon to find a suitable spot to make camp.

'Maybe beside a pond', she mused, passing her companion a large chunk of tart, 'Or a stream. '

Yina shuffled through her little pack and pulled out a map of Faldrass she purchased in Scalvoris. It was yellowed and a bit tattered around the edges, but it had the basics, that is all she needed. As she nibbled on small chunk of bread smeared with preserves, she scanned the landmarks on the map, trying to match up her surroundings.

"Hmm," she mumbled. Alder's ear twitched letting her know he was listening.

"We are close! The manor should be just past these trees!"

The creature sighed in relief and pawed at his face to rid of any crumbs, chittering at her gently as if to tell her to hurry up. The Tunawa grinned at Alder and gave a dramatic performance of getting back to her feet.

"Spoiled. That is what you are old friend. The cold air is good for you!"

The two packed up and set off once more, this time at a much more enthusiastic speed.

Smooglenuff Manor raised gallantly to view as the pair crested over a hill, stunning to the Tunawa. Yina's face glowed with excitement, her eyes grew wide and glittering, and her mouth a perfect circle in astonishment.

"Oh, Alder, it is beautiful! Look there at the balconies! Oh! And the - the - wha-?"

She shuddered as something shifted in the atmosphere, pressures dropped and fluffy white clouds quickly formed. Alder bounced from foot to foot, uneasy at the sudden change. As Yina began to think that maybe this wasn't the best plan, a thick blanket of snow started to fall gently to the ground. It sparkled in the air, creating the most beautiful environment. Yina let out a loud, full bellied laugh and reached out to catch a large snowflake in her hand. Crystalline and immaculate, she reveled in its simple form before blowing it playfully over her companions head. His whiskers twitched as the snow clung to them, another huff escaped him and fog appeared in front of his nose, irritating him further. Alder really does not like the cold.

"Alright, alright. Let us go, my friend."

They made haste across the field, the masalla'ko'pono in grumbling protest. So much so, Yina had them stop so she could secure a blanket over his back, quelling at least his chilly fur. As they reached the gardens at the front of the manor, Yina made a realization.

'Something is going on, a party? A festival?'

She hadn't heard of any festivals going on around town, so it must be some sort of celebration. If she was going to blend in, or if caught make a good impression, she was going to need to get out of her travel cloths. She bade Alder to halt and give her a bit or two to change, disappeared into the covered wagon for the best outfit she had on hand, and returned in record time.

Yina looked down and brushed her hands down the simple, barely blue overcoat, picking at a stray lint pillet here and there and adjusted the wool lining in one arm. They always shift around when she did not folded it properly. Her sleeves were embroidered in a deep navy, nearly black string of swirls and stars. The undershirt was simply plain bleached linen, and the pants were the same blue to match the overcoat, with the same embroidery going down the side of each leg. She reached up and piled her vines at the top of her head, taking care not to crush the simple white flowers, and wrapped the twine around it once more. Her simple strapped leather flats completed her look, and she nodded with satisfaction. To match the pair of them, she pulled a spare stripe of the same fabric as her overcoat and tied a neat bowtie loosely around Alder's neck. She smirked, gave him a quick scritch on his chin and clicked her tongue at him when he glared at her from under his gray brows.

"Don't be like that, Alder, you look very handsome."

Yina, with her companion's help, drove the wagon up to the steps leading to the front door and parked it neatly between two bushes, careful to arrange it so as not to be absolutely obvious.

"Alright. Let's see if we can sneak in there." she chirped, and shot off to the doors, him following closely.

The doorman that had been standing there seemed to have gotten some queue that the guest list was all present, and he turned to go back in for his next duties. As the door slowly closed behind him, the pair of troublemakers slipped quickly with barely enough time before it could shut itself on Alder's tail.

Trying to keep quiet, Yina 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed at barely above the tone of silence. Alder kept bumping his nose to her back to keep her moving towards the noise of festivities coming from large and lovely door. They once again waited for a servant to come in or out to slip quickly inside.

Unfortunately for her, plans of sneaky and unseen went out the proverbial window as soon as she took in the grand room. Alder could have tackled her to the ground at that very moment and she still would have stood shell-shocked. The beautiful gold and white decorations gave her goosepimples across her skin. The candles glittered as, at some point, night had fallen without her noticing. The fireplace and candles added a warm and golden ambience that brought such joy to her heart.

"Alder, my old friend. I think we are very much going to like this island. Now let's go find some food. Oh, that is just gorgeous..." she trailed off, bee-lining for a table.

Alder shook his head at his best friend and family as she stroked a random corner of tablecloth. She really kept him on his toes.

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Zi’da 55, Arc 721
Everyone seemed enamored with the snowfall, captivated – just as she was – by the beauty and grace of the moment. Elisabeth’s eyes were transfixed on the beautiful wintry scene, but there was still one thing missing that would have made it truly perfect.

One person, to be exact.

Soon after, a gentleman approached Elisabeth, offering to shake her hand. It took her only a few trills to figure out that the man was Baron Devin. Smiling, she firmly shook his hand in return, replying with a soft voice. “My pleasure, Baron, and I’m delighted to make your acquaintance as well. As for the flowers, just a lucky happenstance.”

Laughing softly, she continued. “They are a favorite of mine, and I wished to share them in appreciation for the invitation. The snow, as well, is beautiful. It reminds me of Viden.”

She considered sharing more but knew he was a busy man and didn’t want to take up too much of his valuable time, watching him depart to greet others as she retook her seat. Noting Woe looking in her direction, he gave her a subtle greeting – inclining his head. Theirs was a complex relationship, but the young woman pushed those thoughts to the side for the evening, returning the gesture with a smile, and then refocusing her attention to the table before her.

Given a moment to greet those seated at her table, noting that the servers hadn’t made their way to the table yet for orders, the young settlement leader smiled at the pair across from her, extending her hand gently to shake the woman’s offered hand. “Raihi. Terrence.” Nodding her head as she repeated each name – a trick she had learned long ago to help remember them – Elisabeth continued. “Hope Farm? Of course. I’ve heard many wonderful things about your farm and Beacon in general. I’m sure the goat cheese is exceptional then!”

There was no desire to make the pair feel uncomfortable, and Elisabeth excelled in social situations, so she simply continued to make sincere conversation with them. “Yes, I am,” she replied when Raihi asked her about her job title. “Proudly, at that. We had a rough start, but the people are thriving now, and I’m very honored to be a member of the settlement.”

A thought came to her swiftly. ”I have been considering traveling to Beacon, thinking I might learn something from the people there, having heard such good things. I would enjoy visiting Hope Farm if it’s not too much inconvenience? We recently finished construction on the Munny Farm in Haven and got a crop in, but we have a lot to learn.”

The servers came around to take orders, and Elisabeth again picked up the menu to remind herself of what she wished to order. “To start, definitely the goat cheese wrapped with bacon and olives.” Smiling at her tablemates, she returned her attention to the paper. Neither the soups nor salads appealed to her, but the main dishes did, so she decided to deviate a bit.

“I would love both the Filet Mignon and the Stir Fry, please, and for dessert, chocolate cake. Thank you so very much. Oh, and champagne to drink, please.”

The food began arriving, as did the champagne, which was remarkably well-timed because Devin had just started to propose a toast. Rising and raising her glass, she joined in, taking a sip before regaining her seat and enjoying the delicious food with her table companions.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noted movement, glancing over and seeing a tunawa making her way through the tables, as if looking for a place to sit. There appeared to be a companion animal with her, although the young woman wasn't quite sure what type it might be. Waving her hand gently, she smiled at the tunawa. "If you are looking for a seat, we have an empty seat here. We would be delighted for you to join us."


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Alyssia looked over when Devin began his speech and smiled relaxing back in her seat. She was so happy that everyone who had been invited was in attendance. At least from what the teen could see, everyone was there. With the exception of Saoire of course. She was sad that the Immortal was not able to be in attendance, but she was sure with Devin there would be plenty more feasts. The girl leaned back and relaxed seeing all of her friends and acquaintances in one place enjoying themselves. The girl giggled as Devin began to circle the room saying hello to everyone at the tables. She recognized Elisabeth, Woe, Oram, and Darius. A movement caught her eye as two new guests came sneaking in as well. A funny looking squirrel and what appeared to be a walking stick.

Perhaps that was a Tunawa she had heard about but had not seen nor met. The young aukari looked over at Devin as he finally returned sitting down beside her at the table. Rymid and Myrixa watched the people in the room closely interested in everything that was going on around them. Myrixa flitted into the air taking notice of the other dragons that had come as well. She crossed the room and hover in the air beside Woe’s shoulder looking at his own dragon tilting her head. The little Paithesir chirped at them both wanting to play suddenly. Alyssia chuckled and rubbed Rymid on the head as he stayed at her side watching.

“I have found they both enjoy meat and fruit, though curious little Myrixa prefers more fruit to meat when there is a lot going on. Rymid doesn’t care he will eat his fill then go and greet everyone when he wants to,” Alyssia explained with a smile and looked over at the other companion with them.

It was none other than the engineer Marvin! He had been helping with plenty of projects all around the manor. She was sure he had been helping the other settlements as well, though that was no guarantee. The young Baroness had not really asked him about his projects as of late.

“Hello Marvin. I hope you have been doing good. Yes, I believe I have. The white fish with sunburst fruit sounds amazing,” Alyssia stated with a smile.

When it was her turn, the teen began her order with the goat cheese wrapped with bacon and with olives on top, basil and tomato consommé with poached shrimp cocktail, the warm potato salad with Faldrass potatoes, white fish with sunburst fruit, and chocolate balls coated with nuts and edible flowers with a liquid core. The teen smiled and requested a bowl of mixed fruit for Myrixa and a mix of fruit and meat for Rymid. When Devin came to sit back at the table and order as well Alyssia leaned over to whisper to the man.

"It seems we have two new guests, they are beside Oram's table. A cute squirrel with a bow tie and what appears from a distance as a stick leaning against the table cloth," Alyssia whispered and sat back up waving to those she knew.







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hat impressed Perdita about this was just how smoothly it was all running. There were staff who took food orders, snow on demand and beautiful decorations. There were other people at their table, not just her and Woe, and she smiled politely, her eyes and expression friendly. "Good trial." More and more she was able to manage more than three or four words at a time, even with strangers and she was glad that there was someone here she knew. Looking at Woe's dragonet - not that she knew what it was - she was entranced. "It's beautiful," she said, her eyes on the creature. She'd never seen anything like it and she wished that she'd brought a parchment and pencil with her.

She looked around entranced and, when Devin came to the table and spoke to her, she blushed deeply but smiled and nodded. "I.. you're very kind, Your Grace," she said softly. Her voice was low, barely above a whisper and she struggled, as always, when speaking to people. "I'd love to make another one for you," she confirmed and then nodded when he said that he'd speak to her about it after the party. She didn't want to hog his time and he was a busy man as well as an important one (she didn't think she'd ever met a Baron before). Her gaze to Woe was grateful as he spoke up, also, in support of her work. "I'm glad you like it," she said to him with her usual simultaneously earnest and rather faltering tone.

Woe's companion seemed unhappy and Perdita wracked her brain to see if she had done anything to offend. She didn't think so, but she couldn't tell for sure. Still, she shook her head when Woe apologised for her behaviour. "I'm sorry if I offended," she said, genuinely. She knew that there were times when her shyness meant that she seemed aloof, but nothing was further from the truth. Then, when Woe introduced her to the people from the Spirit's Rest, and described her as talented, Perdita smile and blushed and was not quite sure where to put herself. "You're very kind," she said to Woe. To the man - Mr Toraj, and his accomplice, Miss Lissa, she asked. "What is the Spirit's Rest?" Since Lissa was a therapist, she assumed it provided therapy, but what kind of therapy she didn't know. There was physical therapy, after all, maybe after an illness. For psychological issues she had heard that art was often used, so that was interesting to her.

But then, there was the menu choice and she looked at her menu with interest. She ordered her food quietly, checking that there was nothing wrong with what she said and pausing to let the waiter write the words down. She had no request for any song or such but, when Baron Devin made a toast, Perdita was quick to stand and join in. She was equally quick to sit back down and she glanced at Woe and gave a slight smile. She had been unsure of coming here and especially of coming alone, but she was glad that she had. Glancing at Woe's new animal companion, she asked. "What does he eat?"
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Pink bread with a variety of vegetarian spreads

Soups:
Creamy vegetable soup with roux

Salads:
Warm potato salad with Faldrass Potatoes

Main Dishes:
White fish with Sunburst Fruit


Deserts:
Chocolate balls coated with nuts and edible flowers, with a liquid core



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Darius pulled his gaze away from his snow globe to see Devin revelling in the moment. The sight caused the Scalvorian to grin. His fellow baron really seemed to be enjoying the moment.

His grin continued as he decided to make small talk with the others at his table.

Darius was not used to having anyone blush in his presence. Usually it was he, tripping over his words in the presence of a beautiful woman, who felt a burning heat in his bearded cheeks. And although he wasn't sure what it was about him that had caused Laura to blush, he could empathise with how she might feel, and he wanted to put her at ease.

"Well met, Magdalene and Laura," he offered, extending his hand in greeting to them both. "I am not here on official business, so please just call me Darius. How long have you both been studying at the university?"

Perhaps it was 's orange hair, but Darius was reminded of a friend he hadn't seen for longer than he might have wanted.

"I've never studied at the university myself," he admitted, a slight blush hitting his own cheeks as he considered those who achieved such lofty educational feats, "but I know an Order member who was planning to go there. Yeva of Rharne. Do you plan to join the Order, too?"

The offer of food was well-received, and the Scalvorian studied the menu. When the servers arrived, he requested the creamy vegetable soup, followed by the glowing breaded meat, with an apple cider as a drink. And at the offer of music, he decided to write down a song of the seasI had to pick a New Zealand song! The lyrics describe a whaling ship called the Billy o' Tea and its hunt for a right whale, while the crew hope for a "wellerman", (an employee of the Weller brothers, who owned ships that brought provisions to New Zealand whalers), to arrive and bring them supplies of luxuries. which he was sure would provide a good enough beat for people to dance to.

When they were joined at their table by Eve, he tried to make the biqaj woman feel welcome, too. He greeted her in the same way that he had with the other women, with a polite introduction and an offered hand.

"I'm Darius Baer," he smiled gently. "What is your name?"

When she suggested a game, Darius grinned. The last two times he had played cards had been memorable, and he wondered if that might be the case again.

"Aye, I'd be happy to play," he replied sincerely, checking to see if Magdelene and Laura were interested in joining them. "I know a little Chase The Ace, but not much else. What would you like to play?"

As the food arrived, Darius raised his cider to join Devin's toast, and then - once the others at his table had been served - he began to eat.
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  • Interacted with Darius' tablemates.
  • Ordered food and a drink.
  • Requested a song of the seas.
  • Joined the toast.
  • Enjoying the food as we speak!
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Nyji inclined his head slightly when he noticed that Woe had not ordered any meat dishes. He did not know whether the man was a vegetarian himself or had decided not to eat meat in order to be polite, but he appreciated the gesture in any case. The ancient biqaj’s menu choices turned out to be similar to Woe’s – he went for the more subdued and simple options. Lissa didn’t order any meat dishes either, but she decided to be just a tiny bit decadent - and asked for two desserts instead of a dessert and a salad.

Upon hearing Woe’s statement that Perdita was one of the more impressive artists to come out of the Scalvoris University, Nyji looked at the young woman, his eyes turning a subtle shade of green with curiosity. “I’ve often found that there is something calming about art. It can take you to another world in an instant, or soothe your soul. Why do you paint, Miss Wescott, if you don’t mind me asking?” he wanted to know.

“My sincere apologies, my lady”, he continued in a calm and polite tone of voice and inclined his head respectfully when Eve slammed her palms down upon the table’s surface and stated that she would find someone interesting to sit with. “I didn’t mean to ignore you. I hope that we haven’t offended your companion”, he remarked to Woe.

“The Spirit’s Rest Oasis”, Lissa answered Perdita’s question, but made sure to also look at Woe while she was talking. “Serves as a retreat for individuals that are seeking aid with stress and anxiety. We provide them with lessons in meditation as well as therapy sessions, among other things. Among our guests are war veteran as well as children from violent homes as well as mages seeking guidance”, she continued. There were rumours that her hair had turned white, and that she had lost her eye due to a mage attack in her youth, that she had in fact been the victim of a failed flaying, but the tone of her voice was calm regardless, almost eerily calm in fact.

When the time for the toast came, both Nyji and Lissa joined in, of course.



“Indeed”, Aidan remarked and chuckled slightly when Oram remarked that it was a season where people gave each other gifts and unwanted fashion advice. The Chief Ranger gave him the impression of being something of a kindred spirit, and he felt a little less ridiculous as a consequence.

Buckles though?” he wanted to know and leaned a little closer in order to get a better look at Oram’s scarf, provided that the other man let him do so.

“Let’s hope that His Grace and your sister-in-law never meet. We’d get glittering leather scarves with buckles and a number of other things. A white suit sounds perfectly acceptable in my opinion”, he added.

He was not really complaining about Devin, at least not too much. He actually really liked the Mortalborn, although he was a little too eccentric for him sometimes, and his tone of voice was cheerful as a consequence. The outfit Devin had persuaded him to wear aside, he was having a lot of fun!

“Anyway, yes, Heidi’s a doe”, Aidan said and glanced at the little goat. Heidi for her part mostly ignored him and made a step towards Oram in order to nudge him a little instead. She was curious about him. It was obvious what she wanted. Heidi really, really wanted to be petted!

“What are your wethers called, by the way?” he then wanted to know, his eyes shimmering brightly with curiosity. Unlike Devin, Aidan didn’t care about fashion particularly, but he really liked animals (which was something they actually had in common).

As for food, Aidan picked the glowing breaded meat, among other things.

When the time for the toast came, Aidan raised his glass and joined in. Heidi on the other hand stared around blankly for a moment before she bleated and stuck her tongue out.



Both Raihi and Terrence smiled when Elisabeth said that she had heard many wonderful things about their farm and Beacon. Raihi especially seemed to be quite happy to hear that. When Elisabeth admitted that she would enjoy visiting Hope Farm, the woman nodded. “We’d love for you to visit”, she said. “We mostly raise goats, but we also have bees and grow different kinds of vegetables and herbs, if you are interested in learning about those things”, she said, only to briefly pause when her husband nudged her. She looked at him for a moment before she nodded at him.

“We could also trade a bit, if you are interested. You mentioned a farm – Munny Farm, isn’t it?” she asked, in order to make sure that she remembered the name correctly before she continued, assuming that “Munny Farm” belonged to Elisabeth personally, and “Munny” was just its name. “What kind of crops do you grow on your farm, Miss Angelus?”

Both Hales seemed to be quite happy that Elisabeth had picked the goat cheese, and they ordered the same, of course. They were interested in finding out what exactly Baron Devin had done with their cheese. Besides that, they both went for the filet mignon, and they picked a soup, and a desert and a salad as well, of course, and joined the toast.

When Yina made a beeline for the table, they turned around and looked at her with obvious curiosity. Raihi especially seemed to be fascinated by the Tunawa and her mount and she pretty much echoed what Elisabeth had said. “Please come and join us, Miss. What’s your name? I’m Raihi, this is my husband Terrence, and this is Elisabeth”, she introduced themselves.

Provided that Yina took a seat, a servant, a fluffy white cat cadouri girl, would approach her and ask her what she wanted to eat and drink before she told her, “We have Tunawa-appropriate portions, and if you want to, we can find a chair and a table that are more like your size. We could even put a small table on this table here!”

Yina had arrived late, and in a somewhat unusual manner, but nobody cared about that. She hadn’t come to cause harm, so, she was welcome at the party, just like everybody else!



Both Magdalene and Laura shook Darius’ hand, although Laura did so with some hesitation because she found shaking an actual Baron’s hand a bit overwhelming, to be honest. “We’ve both been studying at the university for a few seasons now”, Magdalene replied for both of them because Laura was suddenly staring at her feet intently and gave no sign of wanting to answer Darius’ question which Magdalene found a bit rude, to be honest. That was why she decided to nudge her friend ever so gently.

“We are both doing our Licentiates”, the young woman mumbled and blushed.

“We shared classes with Baron Devin for a while”, Magdalene revealed. “And I haven’t decided if I want to join the Order yet. Opening a private practice sounds tempting as well. What do you think, Laura?” she asked her friend in an attempt to get her to open up a little more.

“I’d very much like to join the Order. I admire their work”, the young woman admitted. For the first time, she was looking directly at Darius, and there was a soft smile on her face.

“Please join us!” Magdalene said when Eve arrived at their table and smiled at her. “I’m Magdalene, and this is my friend Laura. I’d love to play Chase The Ace!” she told Darius, and Laura nodded. The two young women hadn’t imagined that they’d be playing cards at Baron Devin’s luxurious winter party, but they were quite happy to do so.

When the time for the toast came, both Magdalene and Laura joined in, and then they began to eat. Magdalene had picked the fish, while Laura had gone for the vegetarian options. Darius would find that the two students weren’t particularly good at playing cards, but they enjoyed the game!



Devin had decided to go for the goat cheese, the basil and tomato consommé with poached shrimps (He really liked shrimps!), the warm potato salad, the glowing breaded meat and the chocolate cake. He was really excited about eating the food, in no small part due to the fact that he had come up with most of the menu. He loved eating his own food!

And he was already having so much fun that he felt as if he were on top of the world!

“I already like Rymid”, he remarked when Alyssia told him about her companion’s eating habits. “We could feed Rymid and Myrixa a mixture of fruit and meat then. What do you think? How did you come up with their names, by the way?” he wanted to know.

“And oh!” he continued and leaned a little closer to her in order to whisper something into her ear (He felt like quite the conspirator, he had to admit!). “Don’t tell anybody, but I have another surprise planned for the very end of the party. Do you want to guess what it is?”

“Marvin! It’s great to see you again!”
he greeted the engineer who had helped him with a lot of important projects such as the road and the guard house in an enthusiastic tone of voice.

The young cadouri engineer for his part joined the toast, just like the other guests. When the time to order the food came, he lowered his voice to a mere whisper and asked the servant that took his order if he could have extra-large portions. Marvin loved engineering, but even more than that, he loved food!

When Alyssia leaned over to him and whispered to him that it seemed as if they had two new guests, Devin raised an eyebrow slightly before he looked at where Yina and her companion were.

“I don’t think that’s a cadouri”, he decided as he took a look at the squirrel. “But I’m pretty sure that the stick is a Tunawa”, he added and waved at Yina and her companion because he was quite happy that they had joined the party, too.



The Donation


Before long, all the guests were given their food, and their drinks, too, provided that they had ordered any. If someone had asked for a song, their pieces of paper were being collected at the same time The animals and other companions received a similar amount of attention as the humanoid guests. Everybody that had brought a pet was asked what their companion(s) would like to eat, and provided that it was available, they would get it (if not, the staff would suggest alternatives). There were some people that considered animals to be lesser creatures, but in Baron Devin’s opinion, they should be treated with respect, too.

Everybody should have fun at his party, no matter how many legs they had, and no matter what they looked like!

The musicians continued to play during dinner. Their music was pleasant to listen to, but not loud enough to be distracting. It merely served to enhance the atmosphere in the ballroom.

When everybody had eaten, the servants asked the guests if they would like seconds and collected their empty plates and bowls. The dinner was not completely over with that though. The final part was a small palate cleanser, served on a pretty porcelain plate that had been painted with snowflakes in order to match the theme of the evening.

Afterwards, there was a short pause during which the guests could interact with their tablemates once more, and then Devin rose to his feet again. The music abruptly stopped playing. The young Mortalborn in his extravagant suit with a magnificent train looked around and smiled at all the people that had come to join him that trial for a few moments before he began to speak, in a firm, loud and clear tone of voice.

“In a bit there will be dancing, and we will play the songs that you requested – I will play at least one of them personally – and there’ll be another exciting thing before the evening is over, but before the fun begins, I’d like to direct your attention to a more serious matter, a matter that I’ve already mentioned earlier this evening. One of my aims is to gather donations for the Spirit’s Rest Oasis. Mister Nyji Toraj who is one of my guests this evening, just like his employee, Miss Lissa Maewell, is the manager of said establishment”, he told them and gestured towards the aging biqaj and the one-eyed woman at Woe’s and Perdita’s table.

Both of them inclined their heads.

“The Spirit’s Rest Oasis serves as a retreat for individuals that are dealing with stress and anxiety. They receive therapy and can take part in meditation lessons there. Among the Spirit’s Rest Oasis’ clients are war veteran, people that have suffered traumatic injuries and children from troubled homes. Especially in recent times, our beloved island has dealt with great catastrophes, such as the collapse of the docks, the eruption of the volcano here on Faldrass and the conflict with Slag’s Deep”, Devin said and paused for a moment in order to give his guests time to think about that.

“I was one of the people that volunteered after the collapse of the docks. I witnessed some of the tragedies first-hand. We may be rebuilding, or may already have rebuilt, but people are still dealing with the aftereffects, and may continue to do so for a long time. I’d like to make all their lives a little easier. With your donations, the Spirit’s Rest Oasis could help more people in need”, he pointed out in a very serious tone of voice in order to hopefully convey how important that was.

“You don’t have to make a donation, of course”, he continued. “If you just want to enjoy the party, that’s totally fine, and I hope that you’ll have a whole lot of fun. If you don’t have any money to spare, on the other hand, consider simply volunteering for a break or two. Spend time with people that are lonely or suffering. Cook a meal for the poor, tell a group of orphans a story or visit that old person in your street that doesn’t have anybody left. Help can take a lot of different forms, apart from money”, he told his guests because that was something that absolutely needed to be said in his opinion.

“With that being said”, he continued and gestured for one of the servants to bring him something, a pretty silver box. He opened it and removed a number of shiny onyx nels15 WP from it. “I would be a bad Baron if I didn’t put my money where my mouth is, not literally, of course – because I can’t imagine that nels taste very good – but figuratively”, he remarked and grinned. “The Spirit’s Rest Oasis will receive the sum of thirty onyx nels from me to-trial, and I also plan on hosting a dinner for those that are less fortunate than I am in the near future”, he added and proceeded to sit down again.

Some people would likely think it strange that the High Priest of Delroth, the Immortal of Greed, Vanity and a few other great things, cared so much about charity and helping people. Mental illnesses, poverty and traumata were unpleasant though, so nobody should have to deal with those things more than necessary in Devin’s opinion. He’d been poor himself once, and it had kind of sucked. Besides, everybody loved someone who cared about others!


I will post again in approximately two weeks.

OOC Info

  • 1 PC per player.
  • If you want to join after the first round, send me a PM, please.
  • Feel free to assume that you received an invitiation.
  • You may bring familiars, diri or animals.
  • You may each bring one companion.
  • In order to give the thread a bit of structure and try to make sure that it doesn't remain unfinished, there will be rough deadlines and small objectives every round.
  • Devin (Expert Cooking) and the Smooglenuff Manor NPC Ada Adams (Master Cooking) were in charge of the menu.
  • The theme of the party is "Winter Wonderland".
  • Pegasus has offered to review.

Objectives

  • Interact with your tablemates
  • State what your NPCs/animals eat, if anything.
  • Describe your palate cleanser.
  • State if you make a donation or plan on helping another way.

Menu

Appetizers:
Goat cheese wrapped with bacon and with olives on top
Pink bread with a variety of vegetarian spreads

Soups:
Creamy vegetable soup with roux
Basil and tomato consommé with poached shrimp cocktail

Salads:
Mango and Sunburst Fruit salad with a spicy lime vinaigrette
Arugula salad with lemon balsamic dressing
Warm potato salad with Faldrass Potatoes

Main Dishes:
Filet mignon with balsamic strawberries and pink rice
Stir fry with bamboo sprouts, mushrooms and long beans
White fish with Sunburst Fruit
Glowing breaded meat with a side of wild rice

Deserts:
Chocolate balls coated with nuts and edible flowers, with a liquid core
Fresh fruit with rainbow-colored whipped cream
Chocolate cake with pink frosting and sprinkles, filled with candied fruit

Credit

Patterns used:
Winter Wonderland by PaperFlower, available under CC BY-NC-SA 3.0.
WINTERS NIGHT KISS.. by Pauline Jones, available under CC BY-NC-SA 3.0.
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Appearance

  • Due to an encounter with a magical tree Devin has bright violet eyes.
  • Devin has fancy black claw-like nails. The Grafter Rakvald made them from the spines that grow on the dubaebo's back and attached them to Devin's hands.

Items

Devin owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

Potions

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Eve curtsied for Magdalene and Laura, and then offered her left hand to Darius with a slight smile. Her eyes turned a shade of purple as she returned his look, and then she took the seat next to him. "ObrigadoThanks"

"Chase Ace?" Eve tilted her head at Darius, considering the name of the game, perhaps trying to intuit what it's rules were. Then understanding dawned on her, and she had the memory of a game similar to it. Whether it belonged to her or one of the many ghosts she'd consumed in the Underway where she met Woe... who was to say? The memory was hers now. "Ahh... I know game. We call Foder O Seu VizinhoFuck Your Neighbor in our tongue." Her eyes shifted to red as she said it, and she smiled. "I deal, naturalmentenaturally. Make bet? Perhaps the loser tell us story or secret?" She shrugged, it was a fair suggestion, for a friendly game. Eve surmised she could've cleared the table with all three of them if given a chance, and so wouldn't want to play for nels.

So saying, she took her cards and began shuffling them swiftly. Then, she passed out one card to each person at the table, starting with Darius to her immediate left, then Magdalene, and finally Laura and then herself. This done, she sneaked a peek at the card beneath her hand. A red queen. A very valuable card to be sure, and one she'd probably want to keep. But she turned to Darius, it was customary for the one to the left of the Dealer to go first in this game. "Your play." Her eyes shone green as she waited to see what he'd do.



Breen did not stay at Woe's table, but followed the sadness that trailed in Eve's wake, as she wasn't given what she deemed to be enough attention by her table mates or the pretty Baron. Woe's eyes followed the movement of his diri, shrugging to himself.

He turned to face Perdita, "I'm glad you decided to come to this party. I am still interested in getting a few more portraits, of my household members. Including Botany." Woe said to Perdita. "I keep Breen's portrait in my office in Egilrun, as you've seen. Perhaps next season we can arrange a get together, if the cold isn't too much of a hindrance. Failing that, Ashan might be a better appointment."

He didn't want to talk too much business, however, as he was very aware he had an inclination to see things in those terms, especially as concerned other people. He didn't want to see Perdita as a business asset. Although she had proven her worth to him in several ways, he still saw her as a life-sized glass figurine. Something to be safeguarded against exposure. For that reason, he wasn't sad to see Eve leave their table. He explained it to Perdita, as discretely as he could, She's a woman of strong passions and emotion."She's a ghost, best let her go." Woe said to Perdita, and the meaning of that statement would be clear to her alone.

He turned to Nyji, and shook his head, "You haven't offended her. She does this." Woe shrugged to Nyji. Lissa then went on to explain to Perdita what the Spirit's Rest Oasis did for people, and what it was all about. Woe was intrigued. He always thought of himself as an astute observer of human behavior, although he'd never had formal education or training. He noted the woman's strangely aged aspects of appearance, despite her obvious youth. He had heard rumors that she'd been flayed early in lifeMaster Intelligence. He knew of at least one other person that had survived a partial flaying, but it'd been her mind that was affected by it, rather than her appearance. Besides, Lissa seemed to wear her scars well.

"Have you treated many mages, may I ask?" Woe was curious if possibly Emelia Enners had been sent to the Spirit's Rest when her mother would inevitably be unable to care for her. Of course, she was cured now if Daia was to be believed, but still he held out hope that he might meet her again, if only to apologize.

To Perdita's query about what the dragonet ate, Woe thought about it a moment, and said, "I'm... not sure."

For Woe, his palate cleanser was a rice cake, which he now took the opportunity to bite into, after dinner.

The Donation

Woe listened to the speech by Devin. For whatever reason, he found it difficult to not listen, the man's way of giving a speech very much commanded the attention of the room.

Woe's brow rose slightly at the generous donation granted by the Baron to the Spirit's Rest. Woe was impressed. Thirty Onyx nels were a King's ransom by any standard. "Congratulations." Woe said ​to Nyji and Lissa. Then, even quieter, he pledged a donation to them, "On behalf of my organization, Egilrun Confidential, I'd like to match his donation. And offer what aid I might personally next Cycle. My organization is dedicated to finding good talent around the island and across Idalos. Should you have any staffing needs."

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How about a fruitcake. Orphans like fruitcake, don’t they?

Oram groaned slightly at Aidan’s notion of Signy and Devin joining forces to get all Scalvoris in buckled scarves. ”Let’s hope they never meet then, agreed!” he responded, only half-joking. His mood lightened a bit when the conversation turned to the goats. Heidi seemed to want attention; she was obviously a pet and not a work or farm animal. Oram waited for her to lift her head a bit before scratching her chin and chest, places goats usually liked being petted. Some liked having their ears scratched, but that was trickier.

When Aidan asked what his goats’ names were, Oram sighed. ”I’m not good with names,” he admitted. ”I call my Mule ‘Mule’, for example. So when I got my first wether, I just called him ‘Wether’. When I got the second one, I asked my older brother for advice on a name. He suggested ‘Ornot’, claiming it was a great uncle’s name. I believed him. By the time I even made the connection and realized Os had tricked me, Ornot was already starting to respond to that name.” He shook his head ruefully. ”So now I’ve got goats named ‘Wether’ and ‘Ornot’.

“What’s that over there?”
he asked, suddenly interested in changing the subject. The far corner of the tablecloth at their table was stirring, and peering under the table revealed two small figures. One was a tunawa he hadn’t met before, the other a strange, furry critter of a sort he’d never seen before. Before the hunter could respond to this newcomer, however, one of the guests at another table called out and invited it to join them. It looked like Oram would have to wait to learn any more about these two latest arrivals.

There were other matters to attend to, as the next courses of their meal arrived. The staff had taken note of Oram’s mention of preferring meat, and some of the courses he was served reflected this: the soup option included shrimp, and for the main course they presented him with filet mignon. It was all delicious. The Chief Ranger was contentedly full by the time he had finished with his last course, but was pleasantly surprised when one of the cadouri brought him one more dish, which it announced as a rubrum and sorrel sorbet. The portion was quite tiny, which was fine, since Oram was already comfortably full. It tasted quite tangy.

After dinner came the inevitable after-dinner speeches, but these were mercifully brief. Devin got to the point of reminding the guests, once again, of his goal to collect donations for the Spirit’s Rest Oasis. While their host was looking for funds, he also suggested that one might volunteer one’s time to help out. Telling a story to some orphans sounded fun; perhaps he might do that at some point. Or perhaps some sort of educational thing; take some kids out fishing, or just picking berries and sorrel to make a nice sorbet in the field.

However, Oram had money these trials, as his brother never wearied of reminding him. And since Devin along with at least some of the guests were donating nels, the Chief Ranger supposed he would do the same. That left the question of how much. It looked like Devin had put in around thirty onyx nels, a goodly sum. Would he be expected to match that? He could. Would that be too ostentatious? When they had been fussing over his fashion choices and buckling his scarf, Oram’s brother and sister-in-law had at one point muttered about not being so extravagant as to upstage the host. That brought a smirk to his face as he looked at Devin; he would pretty much have had to put on a solid-gold dragon costume sparkling with magic lights to upstage Baron Devin, so Os and Signy need not have worried.

Did that rule about not upstaging the host also apply to stuff like the donation, though? Maybe. Not that he wanted to; parting with thirty onyx would not break Oram, yet neither was it a trivial sum, and his still-quite-recent memories of leaner times were fresh enough for him to not want to toss money away for the sake of vanity. Catching himself overthinking the problem, Oram just started counting out onyxes, stopping
just short
of the quantity Devin put in. If Baron Devin wanted to be seen as the most generous patron of the evening, that was fine with the Chief Ranger.
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Darius nodded with genuine interest as the two women explained what they were studying at the university. It was a level of education that he had never reached, and he was always impressed when he saw the level of commitment required.

"I'm sure you'll both do very well," he offered sincerely in response to their plans.

And then a thought occurred to him, and he dropped his voice to a conspiratorial volume level.

"I live in a settlement called Hopetoun" — he saw no reason to advertise that he had founded the settlement — "and we have a medic from the Order there. She moved to Hopetoun from Scalv-Town. She's very skilled at what she does. If you wanted to talk to someone in the field, I'm sure Isra would be happy to oblige."

Darius realised that he was becoming increasingly grateful for Magdalene's company. Poor Laura, struggling to make conversation, would have floundered if she had been on her own. Darius hated the idea that his presence might make someone feel uncomfortable, but he also knew that the bigger the deal he made out of it, the more crippling it might become for the young woman.

And then he had a sudden thought: was Laura attracted to him? It was an unusual contemplation to enter his mind, and not one he could consciously recall having in the past. The thought was as fleeting as it was foreign, and it only arrived because she seemed so awkward and shy, and had her brughy red face blush was precisely how he often reacted when he found himself stumbling over his words in the presence of a beautiful woman. And that realisation made him blush as well!

This exchange of embarrassed expressions was ended by Eve's entrance.

The newcomer's accent provided an interesting challenge, and Darius found himself paying extra attention to what she said in the hopes that he didn't misunderstand her and - in doing so - make her feel unwelcome. He was pleased that everyone was happy to play cards, and so, between mouthfuls of his glowing breaded meat, he willingly took part.

Unsure if the university students had played much Chase The Ace - and also to serve as a reminder to himself - Darius offered Magdalene and Laura a brief explanation of the rules. The friendly terms of a secret or story being exchanged were agreed to, the cards were dealt, and the game began.

Darius teased back one corner of his card and took a look. It was a red eight, which was surely not going to win the round. But as first player, he had the opportunity to swap cards with Magdalene who sat to his left, and the Scalvorian did precisely that. He received a black ten in return, which was certainly an improvement. He waited to see what Magdalene would do with the red eight, and then what Laura would do after her. He was hopeful that he wouldn't have the lowest card, and he was eager to hear any secrets or stories that might be shared.

The cessation of music drew Darius' attention back to Devin, and he listened as his fellow baron spoke of Spirit's Rest Oasis. Given some of the traumatic experiences that Scalvorians had endured in recent arcs - from the docks collapse that seemed to have impacted everyone in Scalvoris Town one way or another, to the eruption of the very volcano upon which they were now enjoying dinner - the services provided there must have been invaluable.

As the empty plates were collected and Darius ate his mango sorbet palate cleanser, he decided that a donation to the Spirit's Rest Oasis would be a very good idea. But he would prefer to do that surreptitiously. He didn't see a need to make a song and dance about it.

Speaking of which, when was the singing and dancing due to start...?
Objectives
  • Interacted with Darius' tablemates.
  • No NPCs to feed.
  • Described palate cleanser.
  • Donation planned!
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hy did she paint? Perdita looked at Nyji and considered his question. Why was she pursuing art? That was perhaps a more complicated question than it may appear, Perdita thought. Or maybe it was much more simple. Looking at Nyji, she dismissed the idea of giving socially acceptable answers and instead, she answered honestly and from her heart. "It's who I am," she said. "I draw, I paint, I write." She couldn't really explain it much better than that, so she left it at that and hoped that he would know. He answered her question, then, and explained what the Spirit's Rest was. Perdita frowned as she heard that and nodded. "You do good," she said softly.

Woe spoke to her of wanting to get some more portraits done and Perdita smiled. "I'd love that," she said. "How about first Ashan?" She gestured slightly, her hand moving gently as she gestured around. "I'm here for ten trials, I think. I'm making a book for Haven." She gave no more detail than that, as she assumed it wouldn't be something that anyone else would care about and instead, she smiled at Woe and said, honestly. "Thank you," she said. "The opportunities you've given me are appreciated." They were - he had taken her on as an artist when she had been showing promise but was not yet developed. She still had a lot to learn, but Perdita recognised that she was a lot better than she had been.

The altercation with Eve was concerning, but then Woe explained to her what the situation was. It was clear to Perdita what he meant, so much so that it didn't occur to her that he said something quite different. "Oh, I see," she said and nodded.

The conversation continued and then, Devin spoke. Perdita was in rapt attention as he did, his voice seeming to be at once both incredibly friendly and nice and, also, the only thing she could listen to. She heard what he said and she listened to what he offered. She was more than impressed with him, he not only asked people to help, but he also led by example. Woe then did the same and Perdita realised that she was coming to know Woe as someone who made large gestures quietly. He didn't seek the limelight, but he did what was right and she smiled softly at him.

"If you wish," she said, "I can offer you completed and framed artwork to auction." She spoke to Nyji quietly, blushing as she did. "And a main prize of a commission of three pieces, portraits if they wish, which I create for them, to their specification." She had very little of her own money - although her parent's sponsorship was something that she needed to act upon - but she had a talent she could share and the young woman hoped fervently it would be good enough.

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