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Post by Lev on Oct 2, 2015 17:29:22 GMT
Welcome to the party, folks! Before I get to my opening post I'm going to explain some things about the event.
Firstly, EVERYONE CAN PARTICIPATE in this event! You can include your character in any activity or gathering that takes place during the event (unless you have some personal restrictions you'd like to stick to).
Secondly, the Rite of Milova will be active for 9 days in real-time. That's 3 days in real-time for every one day in Etirath. If you want to participate you need to post on time! Don't start posting and then leave other characters hangin'. Rudeness.
Finally, you don't have to restrict yourself to the main gatherings. For example, if you want to celebrate the event via a 1x1 thread elsewhere YOU CAN! Simply mark your title with [RoM] at the end so I and other players will know that your thread correlates with the timing of the event.
I'll be posting any further updates or tidbits in the OOC thread for now. Have fun!
A teatri flower is a strange thing. When it blooms it's dark and menacing, carrying a poison too lethal for any unwitting predator to consume. In the wild most of the flowers will fall to weather or dehydration, and some will be eaten. But there are some that live long enough to drain the toxins from their petals, bleached by time until they're white like snow. That's when they become something special - a maiden flower. In Etirath, the last of the maiden flowers had finally finished its transformation, heralding the approach of a cherished holiday. To prepare for the opening ceremonies a handful of men had traveled to the edge of the Rural District, searching for a long and slender tree to chop down. After they found it - a handsome specimen with a beautiful red trunk - they carried it back to the castle where it would be prepped for display. Its lower branches would be removed and used for firewood while the branches at the top would be decorated with banners, various flowers, and colored ribbons. Each ribbon was cut to exceed the length of the tree, fluttering in the gentle breeze until men, women, and children would claim them for the opening dance. History stated that Milova gifted man with love of self, love of others, and love of all things.. The Rite of Milova was established to honor that blessing, and the dance created to embody it.
Tradition would begin the three-day holiday with a feast held in the Castle Courtyard. Local cooks and food-shop owners would set up stalls to feed the masses, brewers would provide their shares of wine and ale, and musicians prepared tunes for dancing and singing. It was always a grand party that promised to carry long into the night. Lady Theolandra would make her appearance too. She wouldn't miss it. Contrary to outside beliefs the Rite of Milova was shared equally between all of the citizens in Etirath. Poor men drank shamelessly with aristocrats, and the prospect of courtship had no social limitations. For three days anything seemed possible..
At midday the Castle Courtyard opened to the public, brimming with exciting smells and sounds. The time had come to mingle and commemorate the first night of festivities. The Lady stood at the other end of the enclosure in front of the decorated fountain, to greet and chat with those that arrived. She wasn't dressed as she normally was; everyone was equal today after all. Instead of a silvery dress she wore a long wide-sleeved linen chemise, bunched and tied at her elbows, with a bright green and gold dress overtop. Her hair was down as it always was, but she felt enthusiastic - so she braided a thick tendril on one side. Neala and Luga stood with her, dressed in colorful garbs of their own to fit the occasion.
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 3, 2015 23:29:07 GMT
Aleksandria examined herself in the mirror in the small room within her pub. She wore a 'ceremonial' set of armor, or so she told herself. Alek only owned one set of armor, her red, full plate set. However, today she decided to make it look more 'presentable,' adding a ceremonial cape and a steel, lamellar 'skirt' she recently had made. Her long, blazing red hair cascaded around her shoulders as she reached up and rubbed her face. Holding out her hand, she realized she was shaking. Snapping her other hand with lightning speed to grasp her fingers and hold them still, she cursed these emotions that drove her.
Once more, she looked in the mirror. No scars. No marks. Flawless. She did not recognize this woman looking back at her, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. Her feelings were a grim reminder that her concealment spell was no illusion, for the duration of the spell she was completely perfect. All marks and scars might as well have been temporarily removed from her body for how she felt, but underneath those eyes held the cold heart of a killer, beating a blood filed with emotions, lies, through her veins. These feelings, they were not real, she did not really feel for Vivienne, the women for whom Aleksandria risked showing herself out of hiding to. How could they be, she did not feel.
But she found herself stepping out of the The Horse Head Pub nonetheless, walking down the street with Red Valiya by her side. The two women from Sodden Down did not speak as they headed towards the gardens, an awkward silence hanging around the two friends. Valiya knew more about Aleksandria than any other man or woman alive, everything, good and bad. It would be an understatement to say that Valiya felt 'off' about the whole situation just as much, if not more, than Alek did herself. However, despite all this, as they stopped outside the Castle Courtyard, Valiya turned to Alek and put a hand on her shoulder. Smiling, the mute woman signed, 'It'll work out, I believe in you.'
Entering the garden, the first view Alek found herself greeted with was the awe-strikingly beautiful form of Theolandra. Smiling and bowing, she greeting the Queen, "Good day, my Queen. I am glad to see you here. May I ask, is Vi- Williem here with his family yet?" Aleksandria caught herself, trying to disguise her true feelings. She was failing badly and she knew it.
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Post by Dymion on Oct 4, 2015 0:48:35 GMT
As the many flittering, joyous figures of brightly clad maidens poured into the courtyard, free from their charges at the Infirmary, one dark form stood out, hardly enthusiastic for the coming torture. To say Erin was less than enthusiast for the celebration was an understatement. She had fought hard to stay at the Infirmary and watch the patients. But those in charge had different plans. "It'll be good for you." The scolding words of an elder burned in her ears. Now, she was surrounded by overzealous, naïve girls, each on the hunt for their dream. Erin could feel the pang of embarrassment. This was the norm for the Infirmary. Giggling, flirting, honeys, trapped in the rapture of their self proclaimed "hunt." Already, she could see them gathering, flocking to prospects as they worked in unison. No doubt, many men would fall prey to their antics. Honestly, they would deserve it. Only they would suffer from their hasty decision.
Her condescending attitude was evident in the fact that, even at such a joyous festival, she still wore her mourner's robes, in honor of Daniel. Around her, bright pinks and oranges and purples and reds flashed in quick movements, excitement driving their antics. She, however, slowly trudged to the edges, avoiding the festivities that took center stage. Her bored expression a slight betrayal, she only watched, not even pondering joining in, a lone isle of sorrow in a sea of revelry. Few would notice her. She did not want to be seen. But as steely gray eyes scanned the crowds, she knew it wouldn't last for ever. Against all odds, though, she hoped.
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Post by Guest on Oct 4, 2015 3:46:13 GMT
[ On the mobile device, chaps. Will alter Viv's text at another time..]
"This is excessive, I think." Willem huffed under his breath while moving aside the leaves that meddled with his bangs. Up ahead the younger girls were chattering like little birds in colorful dresses. "I'll be the only one wearing a thing like this so early," he said to himself.
Vivienne was listening though. "They all worked together to make it, you know," she teased. "You'll break their wee hearts if you don't wear it." Her long nails combed back the pixie cut that'd started to grow over her brows and ears. She'd been meaning to cut it again but there simply was no time. The girls told her to grow it out like she used to back then.. maybe she would.
"They should decorate others with flowers," he retorted.
"You say that now. When another man comes to you wearing one of their crowns your tune will change."
Willem didn't reply. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that was true. Like the silence wasn't proof enough! Soon the girls had taken off in pairs to conduct themselves elsewhere. His tongue craved the taste of a strong ale to counter the feminine wreath on his head.
"I'll see you at the dance. I'm getting a drink."
Some captain! He didn't even think to greet the Lady. Vivienne had to do everything herself sometimes. By the fountain is where she spotted her queen surrounded by peers. Once stood out quiet loudly. Red from head to toe like a rose but.. maybe like blood. Her face was familiar too. It was the woman from Arista's concert! Ali.. Alek! Aleksandria. That was a nice name.
"Happy Holiday, Lady Theolandra." A graceful bow was issued to the queen and then to Alek. "It's nice to see you again. I apologize for interrupting."
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Post by Lev on Oct 4, 2015 4:14:45 GMT
Theolandra was admiring the kaleidoscope of colors walking through the courtyard when she was approached by one, perhaps one of the brightest. Red certainly seemed to be her favored color. Returning the bow, the Lady smiled in turn.
"Good day, my Queen. I'm glad to see you here. May I ask, is Vi- Willem here with his family yet?"
Curiouser and curiouser. The suggestive inquiry kept a grin on Theolandra's face. Aleksandria didn't seem the type to chase anybody, but everyone was full of beautiful surprises. Glancing away for a moment she caught sight of the family in question, keeping Vivienne's approach a secret until the last minute.
"Yes, I believe I have."
"Happy Holiday, Lady Theolandra. It's nice to see you again. I apologize for interrupting."
"Not at all. Forgive me ladies, but there are some delicious dishes calling me," the queen said with a glimmer in her eye, hinting at the nearby food stands. "Enjoy yourselves." With that leading remark she was gone.
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 4, 2015 6:07:50 GMT
The answer of the queen was nearly lost upon Aleksandria as the former soldier noticed Viviennes. The Queen caught on faster than Alek expected, but as fast as she should have known Theolandra would. Bowing a 'goodbye' to her majesty, Alek greeted Vivienne with a sort of elegance that seemed strangely natural to her as she bowed once more and spoke, "Vivienne, yes? It is certainly nice to see you again, I had the pleasure of hearing your sister sing at my public House, she's exceedingly talented. How have you been?"
Alek would seek to stick around by Vivienne, following her if she chose to start walking off one direction or another. All the while, she kept a sharp eye out for Williem. The gang leader knew that the captain tended to keep his family close by and under his wings, she would need to make sure he didn't come to break the two up too soon. A strange courage overcame Alek, and she decided to use it as much as she could while she could.
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Post by Guest on Oct 4, 2015 16:45:32 GMT
"With my sister singing regularly I've been much happier. I'm indebted to the generosity you've shown her by letting her perform," Vivienne said with a modest but genuine smile.
She fell into the flow of the surrounding foot-traffic with no particular destination in mind. Her sisters were keeping an eye on each other and Willem was in charge of himself. Why shouldn't she spend some time with Alek? The woman was interesting, kindly.. Such a strong figure was welcome in Vivienne's presence. The demands and sacrifices of leadership weren't lost on her. Albeit different from experience but not lost.
"I've had the chance to visit your bar. It's a nice establishment," she said moving her gaze from the ground to Alek. "They have a light ale that I've really grown to like."
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Post by Leb on Oct 4, 2015 21:15:12 GMT
"Everything looks so pretty, Momma!" Lia, the eight year old brunette exclaimed with a joyous smile plastered on her face. She giggled and ran around the skirts of Eleanor and Loretta. And the smells! Oh how they brought her good feelings! Eleanor smiled as she took Lia by the hand to keep her from running off and getting lost. Harold held a scowl on his face as he looked about the festivities. It wasn't that he hated the festival or anything. It was the subtle hints that his daughters are growing marriageable and he doesn't wish to let them go. Not his little princesses. Harris tugged at his father's sleeves, gaining his attention in doing so. He pointed over to the other boys his age playing marbles and tag.
"May I?" He asked. Harris was a boy of few words and only spoke what was needed to be said. Harold ruffled his son's black locks and nodded ushering him to join the others and to enjoy the festivities. Lia grasped her father's hand along with her mother's and happily bounced up and down.
"Let us greet the Queen Momma! Pappa!" Lia tugged with all her might to lead both her parents who followed along with a smile. "Come onnnn! We'll miss her if we don't hurry!"
"All in good time Lia, in fact.. I think I see her over there by the Food Stands. Perhaps you can share a meal with her~?"
The three had walked off leaving Elanor and Loretta to their own devices. Elanor dressed in her favorite red tunic with a hood sown into it with white trousers underneath while Loretta had donned her typical blouse with a black underbust vest over sky blue skirts and no ties in her hair. Loretta occupied herself by glancing around the food stands but Elanor knew her well enough to know what was on her mind. And it wasn't food. mind you. Elanor hopped her way over grinning from ear to ear.
"You wanna' eat or are ya looking for someone special?" She nudged Loretta's side who responded with a flinch and quickly shook her head flailing her arms.
"I was not!" she had cried. Elanor smirked as she caught her in the act. Loretta was looking for someone in particular!
"Was not what Loretta~? I asked if ya wanted ta eat too ya know.." Elanor smiled knowingly as Loretta became flustered at how easily she read her. "He's walked you home every might since then hasn't he? It's been like a week now, have you even kissed yet?" Elanor continued to tease her elder sister. Oh how great it was to poke fun with her.
"Ella..."
Loretta nearly whined as she was tormented by her sister's teasing by the daily. But that still didn't change the fact they held a sisterly love for one another.
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Post by Guest on Oct 5, 2015 1:10:40 GMT
Under the shade of an orange tent Willem sat silently drinking his mug of dark ale. It had a honeyish aftertaste that lingered on his tongue in a pleasant way. He took another long swig then regretted it. With all of the people present and his sisters milling about all over he'd have to keep himself sharp. Only one drink today. Maybe two? It was the family's first time experiencing the Rite of Milova. No other town they'd been in before the last year had celebrated the event in such a way. The next three days would be full of drinks and rowdy people.. men. Definitely only one drink.
With that on his mind he swiveled around to do a headcount. Corianne and Elise were playing marbles with some other little boys near the opposite end of the court. Heidi and Katherine were sitting on a bench enjoying some sweets that'd been strung across thread like beads.. and Dalia was mingling with young men at Arista's side. Divines protect them, he thought. Whether he meant the boys or his sisters he'd find out later. Where was Vivienne? He shook the thought. The lessons he taught the girls were strong ones.. he'd have to trust their judgment eventually. Eventually..
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 5, 2015 3:13:44 GMT
That Alek did something, especially something as simple as paying a talented girl to sing at her pub, to make Vivienne happy made her happy as well. Walking with her, Alek nodded as she spoke and replied, "Really? I'm glad you like something from there. I think our drink selection has always been lacking, but it was either a lot of drink or a lot of food, couldn't have both. My assistant convinced me that large amounts of simple drink and diverse food tends to work better than the opposite, so far she's been right."
Looking out to the many, wonderfully dressed men and women milling about, Alek's mind drifted for a moment as she looked to spot her own men in the crowd. Jacks 'Lefty' Oger she could barely recognize, all dressed up in his finest. Ed Hotch and Rosamond Ibota were staring into each other's eyes and whispering things into each other's ears, she would have not even known it were them if Ed hadn't been scratching his nose, there was no other man in Etirath with the same markings on the back of their right hand.
Smiling, Alek focused and turned to Vivienne, asking, "You should come in on a Tuesday or so, I'm usually in working myself on that day..." Hesitating for a moment, Alek willed herself to add, "If I'm not too brash, might I reserve a dance during the masquerade in a couple days? Or, at least, a meeting again tomorrow? I must say, I find your company most enjoyable."
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Post by Mach2 on Oct 5, 2015 4:44:35 GMT
Festivities pushed Sage far, far out of her element. Every community always seemed to have some kind of local celebration. Annual traditions. Ceremonies to commemorate important events. Feasts and dances. But the thing about community celebrations was that they were meant for just that...a community. And a community was something that Sage had never been able to belong to.
Of course the girl had seen festivities before. She had watched the locals laugh and dance and sing. But she never seemed to fully understand what it was that they were laughing or singing about. In the past several years, she had never stayed in one place long enough to put down roots. She was always too shy to make connections with people. And as a result, whenever she happened to stumble upon a celebration, she was completely clueless as to what exactly was happening.
The Rite of Milova was no exception to this rule.
Sage arrived in town just in time for the first day of the Rite. And, with her luck, her wanderings slowly brought her within earshot of the Castle Courtyard. From there, curiosity did the rest. The sounds of a crowd, of music, of people clearly laughing and enjoying themselves was more than enough to catch her interest. Baeslan, of course, encouraged her to go explore the source of the noises. I'm sure it will be fun. When he said that, she should have known better than to believe him.
But nevertheless, the crippled girl slowly made her way into the Courtyard, following the strings of people who were still arriving. Of course, she noticed right away that she seemed out of place. Her long skirt was a dull brown, the colour uneven in places where the dye was starting to wear away. Her shirt was a colourless grey fabric, and as worn as her skirt. Even the bag over her frail shoulders was the bland creme colour of plain canvas. Meanwhile, everyone else's garb screamed colour. Bright reds. Startling greens. A sea of every colour in the spectrum. And the colours didn't stop at the clothing. Near the centre of the courtyard, long ribbons dangled from the branches of a tree, in a multitude of different shades. Sage's shoulders hunched slightly at the realization that her reserved clothing, in this setting, was likely to make her stand out.
She had walked far over the last few weeks. Today had been easier, but her bad leg was still starting to ache despite Baeslan's presence. Silently, the young woman limped to the edge of the courtyard, looking for a bench or an empty section of ground where she might be able to sit and watch the festivities.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 5, 2015 14:30:50 GMT
Quinn was in her element. She flowed through the crowd, light brown hair bobbing whimsically in step with her coral bow. She wore an evening gown, white with a black floral print, and had tied a ribbon matching the one in her hair around her slender waist. As she drifted from person to person, exchanging flirtations with the party-goers, a well crafted smile adorned her face. But beneath, she was hesitant. This was the first event she had attended in a long time, and with every gathering came the fear someone would recognize her. Someone would see behind the carefully painted facade and recognize the corpse inside. But no one here was from her hometown, no one here knew the rumors, and even if they did, Quinn knew how to hide.
The past is dead. Live for the present.
The young adult blew a sultry kiss at the queen, waving cheerfully. Before she had a chance to admire the new hairstyle, however, she swept herself away with a jovial old man she barely recognized.
Doltwit... no... Dolton?
"You own that pelting company, don't you?" she asked with a coy smile. Dolton clapped giddily. "An astute memory, young miss!" he bellowed, giving a much too detailed closeup of his yellowed teeth. Quinn nodded, and with a parting nod, deftly excused herself. Soon she had pulled away to the outskirts of the celebration, where only a crippled young woman and a sultry looking killjoy sulked. Quinn turned to the dark-faced mourner with the widest smile she could manage.
"You know, this is a party. A cute girl like yourself should be out living life, not womping about like her steak was too soggy," Quinn said. "I'm Quinn Conrad, and I'm surprised to say I don't know you. I tend to keep tabs on all the pretty people around here."
I bet you do. That's the only way you'll get any friends, with hollow compliments and kissing ass.
Quinn flinched, but only for a moment before the playful joy returned.
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Post by Dymion on Oct 5, 2015 16:39:53 GMT
She saw the woman coming from almost a mile away. Or, saw the girl, more like. Just like Erin, she was adorned in the dullest of tones, brown and grey melding together into a bland stain against the vibrant backdrop. Steely eyes observed from her shadowed wall, scanning her over. The girl's presence had been unexpected, a curiosity to the healer. She had expected all the young girls to be ecstatic for the coming event, dressed for show in colors that would pull towards the gaze of men. Red was a favorite. But not brown. Not grey. As the young figure approached, Erin's gaze bounced across the others in the crowd. She wouldn't dare be caught staring. She had learned a few days ago staring at people while in dark robes got bad responses. The memory brought a slight huff, amusement its origin. That had been an interesting moment. She took a moment, glancing back at the other dully clothed. She was closer, just a few steps away. Perhaps it was time to say hello. Just to see her response to what she likely thought was a talking shadow.
Then her vision was blocked by a motley of black and white, a wide smile on the face of the gown's wearer.
"You know, this is a party. A cute girl like yourself should be out living life, not womping about like her steak was too soggy. I'm Quinn Conrad, and I'm surprised to say I don't know you. I tend to keep tabs on all the pretty people around here."
For only a few, brief moments, Erin's bored gaze stared at the woman before her, unblinking as she listened. She sighed once, deeply inhaling then exhaling the air. Her facial expression didn't change a bit as she responded, her voice carrying in it that same sense of disinterest.
"Don't expect flattery to get you far." She sat up from the wall she'd been leaned against, a hand reaching up to brush away a stray strand of hair. "Not many know me, and I tend to keep it that way. If you, really, really believe it important to know everyone by name..."She paused, looking out at the crowd, then back at the woman. ...it will take more than pretty words and lies." A false smile painted her lips, her right arm extending towards the crowd."Now, isn't there a party you're here for?" She waited for the woman's response. Erin had been told many times she was an abrasive person, and often tried to use it to her advantage. It was a good way to keep away those that only wished to annoy her. She expected no different from this maiden. Everyone tended to prefer... politer company.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 5, 2015 17:02:16 GMT
She knows you're lying.
"Nonsense. Everyone deserves..."
She's judging you. Look at those eyes.
"...a chance to have fun at a party," Quinn replied, a hand resting automatically on her hip. "How can you do anything if you're way off in the distance?"
Like me, goddammit.
The socialite reached for the healer's arm, hoping to pull her out into the crowd. No matter what reservations people had, they always seemed to unfurl in the heart of a crowd and the heat of the moment. All caterpillars turned into butterflies.
Unless they don't want to. She's hurting. Look at those clothes. That face. Stop being a blind idiot.
Quinn paused again, hand hovering outstretched for the woman's arm. There she stood, caught between the powerful urge to pull the woman out of her shell, and the hesitation over pushing any present knives deeper into the flesh.
You don't know what to do, do you? So much for being an expert. So much for having confidence and prowess. Look at her eyes...
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Post by Guest on Oct 5, 2015 17:21:49 GMT
Hiding her personal feelings was something that Vivienne had mastered. Becoming a pseudomother for six younger sisters didn't leave room for tentative feelings or an unsteady hand. She had to know what to do all the time. The way she carried herself had to boast 'I have the right answer' no matter the circumstance. Like all of those moments before she continued to wear a confident face, smiling and curling a long strand of hair behind her ear. But internally she was sweating. The masquerade was a foreign affair to her. It would be the first time the family attended but she'd heard from others what it meant. Almost any kind of dancing during the three day holiday was a form of courtship! Was Alek courting her? Was it just friend- no. She requested it. Asked for a dance like a man was supposed to.. Did Vivienne like it? Was the tightness in her belly discomforting.. or exciting?
"Thank you. The company of your compliments is enjoyable, if I'm honest." That didn't sound good, did it? Her entire company was enjoyable. Why would she just mention the compliments and seem so shallow?! Vivienne's confidence was slipping for the first time in ages. Not knowing what to do with her arms she crossed them. "I can't say I'm very good at dancing. Maybe.. you could teach me before the masquerade. Then I could.. better answer your question."
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