Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
the Month of Harrowing - Brothers Grimm Masquerade Ball
"I'm sure you'll of something big guy," Amon said, giving the mountain of a man a reassuring pat on the arm. "Oh, and think nothing of it miss...just a word of caution from a friend. Well, enjoy the evening," he said as he waved his mechanical arm at them.
He then turned to rejoin Edel as she greeted the two familiar new comers. "Nice costume Step-" he started, only to be thrown off by the sight of an overly cheerful Vieka.
"...Why is Vieka happy...?" Amon asked, visibly concerned. "...I've never seen her this happy...why is she happy?!"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
The noble glowered at her, "You need not worry about me. I assure you that I do not-... I rarely participate such activities." He stepped back to watch her bounce around more, a hesitant look on his face. She was rambling about a dance partner now; honestly, she really was a bit transparent about her likes and dislikes. To be frank, it was a tad amusing watching her bounce around like a child high on candy - even if it was exhausting. It might be nice to dance tonight so maybe he should offer the possibility to her... He cleared his throat as the moved to walk into the establishment, "If you really wish to dance, I might be up for a dance. Only after you calm down a bit. I do not wish to be dragged across the dance floor."
Upon hearing his name he glanced up, wondering who had recognized them already. His eyes landed on what looked like a mix of a fairy Queen and the corpse bride waving at them. Who was that? He narrowed his eyes at the figure as he approached then recognized it was Edel. "Good evening Edel, you look nice," he mused with a smile. Amon's comment drew a sigh from him, "She has been like this all day... Trust me, you will get use to it soon." Amon certainly looked very knightly today. Looks like Edel got herself a Knight in shining armor after all. Ah, that was a bad pun. Really off his game tonight.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Oct 7, 2015 14:58:51 GMT
She could have gone as any number of princesses tonight. But that rubbed her wrong, given her grandmothers fate, and the destruction of their tribe and all the culture and traditions they once held dear. Jovena knew what a dead end it was to be a damsel in distress (excluding the one actual time she was a damsel in distress, and Andronikos came to her rescue). So, tonight she chose instead to be a villain. Villain's had more fun anyway, didn't they? At least until the end of the story. And she could avoid that if she paid attention to the time.
Jovena entered the venue dragging behind her a long black velvet cape. The dress beneath it was medieval with the laced up bodice, the boots on her feet were her military boots, but the best she could come up with for the witches seven league boots, and in her hand she carried a silver wand. She was the biased witch from the Sweetheart Roland Tale. The one who plotted to cut off her stepdaughters head in her sleep, unaware that her favorite daughter - in knowing this - would trade places with the stepdaughter. It was her head which the witch removed that night... much to the witches disdain... and the stepdaughter was then free to run away with her sweetheart Roland.
Jovena marveled at the archway of brambles and the golden ropes that weaved through the gates. Entering the main stage she was drawn to the music, and the few dancers who had already paired up for a dance. She stared at them with envy, tapping the wand against her hand and smiling joyously at the spectacle. If only she had a dance partner! It looked so dreamlike, all these mystical costumed creatures spinning around the floor.
Fawn had managed to wander back to the front gate. The two boys and one smacked the other as though he'd done something really stupid. She'd seen that trick before. Going by she tapped each one lightly on the shoulder but kept walking to appear like she had done nothing. She snickered to herself as she passed a fox who began to speak. Fawna stopped and turned to look. "Indeed it is. And how did such a festive fox as yourself end up here?" She smiled. The fox getup was something she had seen before but she wasn't about to just go on a whim as to who it might be. More fun to just talk to unsuspecting strangers and hope for more clues.
Lasair chuckled as someone approached him, smiling at them from behind the mask. It was a shame that his smile wouldn’t be seen from the other side. “I came here to enjoy the night. See what kind of people are here to be found, and overall just have a good time. Care to join me, oh fair maiden?” He extended a hand to her and gestured towards the rest of the room. Anything could happen at a place such as this.
Vieka turned so she was walking backwards while facing the noble, a bright grin on her face. "Truly? I'll keep away from the sweets and hold you to it then," she snickered, fully intending on keeping that promise- hopefully anyway. Food was always a bit of a weakness and it would be hard resisting the sweets on display from royalty. Honestly, she was surprised he offered considering the first time they danced together they were both smashed out of their minds, and the second time she chewed him out for aggravating her wound; she would not look a gift horse in the mouth however. so! no sweets! The last thing she needed was to be on a sugar high as well as an emotional high- then she really would be bouncing off the walls.
As they were called over by two others, the doctor took a moment to recognise them, taking even longer because she was distracted by the quality of their costumes. The red hair gave peaches away, and it was the arm for Amon, but even after she recognised them she still proceeded to waltz around them with her arms crossed and a hand held to her chin, admiring their appearances, a smirk on her face from her guild leaders comment. "Of cause I'm happy! It's the harrowing! Only grumpy shadow cats are pissy on the harrowing." She tutted, poking and prodding at the different pieced of mail and working out how they were attached.
"There's so many sweets and fresh foods and there's fire and fireworks- music and dancing and the decorations! I get to spend time with Galeil and my old man makes this amazing pumpkin pie which is about the only thing he can make-" the woman ranted as she now switched her attention to the entertainers guild leader, switching from the clean side to the burnt side of her costume repeated with curiosity in her stance. "And then we have this big meal at the end of the month to celebrate the end of our calender and the passing of another year and a good harvest- Really, what's there not to like about Harrowing season?"
Snapping her fingers, Vieka finally bounced back to Stephens side with a large grin on her face like she just figured out how to split the atom. "The white bride and the black one," She stated, one black claw pointed at Edel before it slid over to the silver haired male at her side. "And I think it's The iron stove." She beamed proudly, pretending she totally didn't sit up for several nights over reading the entirety of the grimms short stories just so she could play 'guess the costume' for this event.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Oct 7, 2015 16:21:25 GMT
The pot-belied knight gave Thrakazog a reassuring pat on the arm, for which he was very grateful. "Tank youz," Thrak offered in return, adding, "Me like dat dere costume. It reminds me of an engine."
It did. Thrakazog knew it looked like a pot-belied stove, but when in motion, it reminded him more of the steam engines in the ships that he worked on. It made him wonder if such a thing could be built - a walking, bipedal engine made from a stove. The fuel could go into the main stove... steam pressure could drive small pistons... pistons could turn gears... gears could work cranks...
The thoughts started to boggle his mind - he wasn't adept enough at engine work to build such a thing. But it certainly tickled his imagination that it could be done.
But then the 'knight' was moving on and Lorri was asking him about 'Roobzall'. So he pulled his attention back to his immediate vicinity and told her, "It... it sound like Ruobzall... but dat nub rite. Me kin almost hear it in the head though. It like Rub-ez... Rube-ez... it's harder to say. But me explain," he offered, and moved to take her by the hand and lead her to a bench near the tower.
"Okies... so... Roobzall was dis giant mountain spirit. Him kidnapped a princess who liked turnips. She was bery lonely and sad in da mountains where he took her, so he felt bad and he used magics to turn dose turnips into people she knew... to keep her comp'ny. But when dose people got old, dey wilted and got squishy... cuz dey wuz turnips, yub? So da princess - she wuz nub happy bout whut happund... what wit bein kidnapped, and den her friends wiltin before her bery eyes! So she comes up wit dis plan to escape - she tells da Mountain Spirit dat she neber seen so many turnips, and asked how many dere was. Da Spirit said, 'a lot!' So she said, 'how many, really?', and him said - me will tell you! So he went to count dem. Dere were lots, like he said, and while he was countin, she escaped.
So da story is how Roobzall Got His Name, see? It made from 'Rübe', which meanz 'turnip', and 'zählen', which meanz 'count'. His name is Turnip Counter!" All the while that Thrakazog told the story and explained, his big arms were moving under the sheet, making it billow and flap the more animated he became. And perhaps not surprisingly, he had no trouble pronouncing the component parts of Rübezahl's name when they were broken into smaller pieces.
"So! Dat name is really nub so nice, cuz him like to be called da Lord ob da Mountains! Nub 'Turnip Counter'! Dat sounds much bettur, right? Come to tink ob it... dat's more easy to say too. Mebee me go as Lord ob da Mountains!" Thrakazog liked the sound of that, and wasn't at all bothered that he'd never seen a picture of Rübezahl to know that the 'spirit' didn't look like a ghost in a sheet. It was so crazy, it just might work!
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Oct 7, 2015 17:11:21 GMT
Apparently 'you look nice' became the standard greeting for her tonight. Edelweiss didn't know wheter to be amused at that or not, but either way so be it. "Thanks, and you look great in yours." She replied, retributing Stephen's smile with one of her own and trying her best for not starting a snicker fit at how fitting it was for him.
Hearing his and Amon's comments about Vieka's cheerfulness though, the redhead could only give an amused eyeroll. "Alright, it's indeed a rare sight to see her sparkling joy around, but then shouldn't you be happy for it rather than all tense just because she's in a lighter mood than usual?" Ah, men..., she thought while watching Vieka frolicking around at just a few steps of distance from them. "Personally, I think she looks lovely with a smile on."
Edelweiss took one of the truffles in her plate with her free hand and bit into it. Hm, minty filling. Quite tasty. And then Vieka was talking to them, so her attention went back from the truffle to the people she was with. "You guessed right. And what did you come as? It's... a sort of bird, right?"
Pyre grovelled at Zach's feet, “Come one man, Please look I can't go alone!”
Zach walked away slamming the door to the workshop in Pyres face “Some of us have work to do!”
Pyre picked himself off the floor dam spoiled sport is not going to ruin his fun. He ran upstairs and flicked through some books to help him achieve an idea for his costume, a grin grew on his face, oh yes this is going to be perfect he thought. He just needed a few things and they are continently all nearby... He grabbed a bottle of ink before setting out on his scavenging hunt.
“Hmm.. Perfect.” Pyre admired his fake beard it was the perfect colour now (thanks to the ink), “now he looked around I need to look posh.... AHA!” Pyre ran into his friends room, “Oh silly man you know I am a thief and you leave these just lying around?! Well I suppose I can teach you a lesson and finish my costume.” with that Pyre put on Zach's suit, he wouldn't need it he didn't want to come play at the party and he is in his work clothes, well this was Pyres reasoning in his head anyway. Pyre yelled down the stairs to Zach, “okay I'm off out now!” he noticed the key in the door workshop and snatched it up his costume was now complete!
Pyre strutted up the roads in his new costume the sailors and pirates snickered at him but he didn't care, for once. After the walk though the streets he found himself at the gates to the party there was beautiful pebbles that lined the floor leading to the main party he thought about taking a few but decided it was possibly smarter to pinch them on the way out. He quickly picked a rose to use as another prop in his every growing collection.
At the end of the trail he was greeted via the most beautiful fountain. He stared at it dumb stuck buy the reflection of the lights.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Oct 7, 2015 19:23:43 GMT
Danny strolled into the garden looking absolutely atrocious. She was wearing a wig made to look ratty and nappy, and she had been to merchants earlier that day to get materials to craft fake nails that were long and hideous. She was wearing a long coat made of dark green cloth, and over the coat she had draped a bearskin cloak. Her face was marred to look like it was in filth, and she carried with her half a ring.
Danny looked around at all the bright and vibrant costumes, the lights, the food. The Harrowing was upon Lodan, and she was dreading the end of the month already. She wandered aimlessly through the crowds, actually causing people to shy away in disgust at her costume. No matter. She was here to enjoy herself, at least for a little while. Danny made her way over to a table of food and picked up a freshly baked apple turnover. Nothing better than an apple. Her gaze swept the crowd to find by a fool in a suit standing dumbstruck in front of the fountain. Danny grabbed another tart for the trip and made her way over to Pyre.
"Pick yer jaw up, mate. Yer lettin' ever'one 'round 'ere know ya ain' part'a the in crowd. Ain' gonna get 'alf as much partyin' done if folks know ya ain' one'a them." She offered the second turnover to the man. "C'mon, join the par'y."
He turned to find himself being offered a turnover from a stranger, was it a stranger? He wasn't sure he certainly wasn't familiar with the voice so it was best to play it safe and not ignore them. “I .. urm, thanks,” he took the tart from them and offered out his hand, “Hey, names Pyre. And may I say you have the... urrm, most beautiful hair and nails.” He scratched his head and shoved the tart in his mouth hole and began to chew. She wasn't wrong this place was very 'high class' as some would say.
He choked on the tart coughing up crumbs, embarrassed he scratched the back of his head “Sorry, sorry”. He skittered off towards the punch to grab a drink, “Would you like one?” he called back loudly. Pyre was at the party how long before he caused a commotion, he prayed the night would not go on like this.
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Alice Wulfgang on Oct 7, 2015 19:48:43 GMT
It had practically come to blows when Ulrich said she would be going to the Harrowing party. And again when Ulrich implied that he'd be the princess from the story he wanted them to do. That was -not- going to happen. So after some yelling, some screaming, and quite a bit of almost bloodshed, Alice was dolled up like a princess. Ulrich had gone to a wig shop and bought a wig that matched her hair color to cut up and craft hair extensions for her. He'd also managed to find an absolutely gorgeous pale blue dress with a white lace embroidery. And again, Ulrich showed his predisposition for finery by getting a pair of matching shoes and already having the makeup he applied to Alice. Her face, and all of her skin that was showing for that matter, were lightened up and given a bit of a glossy look, like porcelain. Her lips were a rich red, and blue eye shadow that matched her dress was paired with a darker eyeliner. And that was just her...
Ulrich's hair was sculpted to frame his face without blocking any of it, and was topped with a simple cloth cap. Well, simple wasn't really the word to use. The cap was made of cloth, black as night, with silver thread worked into the entire thing. He had a scarf on the color of the ocean, with an alternating pattern of black and white worked into the ends that thinned out the closer they got to the middle. He wore a white buttoned shirt with gold thread worked into the lapels for the collar, and a vest as dark as midnight atop that, scattered with glinting silver thread like the night's stars. He wore a large coat over top his vest, one that was almost a trench coat but not quite, that was the color of a hazy fog over a lake on an autumn's morning. His pants were perhaps the simplest part of his costume, being a simple light brown in color and tucked into the tops of his boots, which came up to his thighs. The boots were black leather polished to a mirror sheen with silver buckles working their entire way up the boot. Ulrich had put on a small amount of makeup, to hide whatever blemishes he had. He was supposed to be a tailor... The key word being supposed to be.
So it was that Alice found herself at the party, having followed with Ulrich after Kalum, who had perhaps the easiest costume to put on she'd ever seen. No. Scratch that. There was a bed sheet ghost here too. Ulrich gave Alice a confidant smirk before speaking. "See? This is going to be fun. You just have to not be..." He paused for a moment before gesturing entirely at her. "That."
"But you just pointed at all of me!" Alice replied back angrily.
"Exactly. Be less like you. You're a princess right now. Go and dance, and laugh, and have fun. But whatever you do, don't make me look bad." With that, Ulrich flipped his hair and made his way into the crowd with a happy greeting cry to a large gaggle of women. How they could stand him, Alice would never know. But, it's like he said... if she had to be here, might as well have fun. So Alice started wandering the crowds looking for Kalum. No. No. Amon. No... wait. Amon! That was someone she -knew- she could have a conversation with. But... no. He was with several people already. She sighed and dipped back into the crowd and wandered almost like a lost puppy. This is what she gets for not going out and meeting people she supposed.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Oct 7, 2015 19:51:37 GMT
Danny smiled at the man. "Nice ta meet'cha Pyre. M'name's Danny, bu' t'night ya can call me Bearskin." She looked down at her nails like they were well manicured and flipped her disgusting mane of hair. "An' thank'ya. I try m'best ta look the best."
He started coughing. Danny started giggling. Then he skittered off. Danny started to follow when he called out asking about punch. "Yeh! Gimme one'a them on yer way back, yeh?"
He poured out two glasses of punch and gave it a sniff, no one had spiked it with alcohol yet well that's no fun, might be an idea for later in the night. He returned to her with the drink, “One glass of the finest punch for you Bearskin,” he gave a bow and presented her the drink.
He gave the Bluebeard a stroke, “so what brings you to this humble establishment,” well it wasn't humble. Pyre looked around at the other guests most dressed up in expensive costumes and here chatted Ink beard and bear girl. “So you here with anyone? Or even recognise anyone?” it was then the giant cat caught his eye and out slipped a giggle when he realised who was bounding around them like a mad woman.
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Oct 7, 2015 21:01:14 GMT
"Thanks mate." Danny let out a small laugh when he bowed. "Why'm I 'ere? Well, pretty much the same reason as most'a the folks. I needed a break." Danny took a drink from her punch and shook her head. "Nah mate. Ya think anyone'd be dumb 'nuff ta come 'ere wit' their other 'alf lookin' like this? I ain' 'ere wit' nobody."
Danny shrugged her shoulders at his second question. "Oh, I'm pretty sure I'd recognize lotsa folks outta their costumes. An' some in em, too. Wha' 'bout you? I'm guessin' ya didn' come wit' nobody since ya were standin' 'round dumbstruck."
It had practically come to blows when Ulrich said she would be going to the Harrowing party. And again when Ulrich implied that he'd be the princess from the story he wanted them to do. That was -not- going to happen. So after some yelling, some screaming, and quite a bit of almost bloodshed, Alice was dolled up like a princess. Ulrich had gone to a wig shop and bought a wig that matched her hair color to cut up and craft hair extensions for her. He'd also managed to find an absolutely gorgeous pale blue dress with a white lace embroidery. And again, Ulrich showed his predisposition for finery by getting a pair of matching shoes and already having the makeup he applied to Alice. Her face, and all of her skin that was showing for that matter, were lightened up and given a bit of a glossy look, like porcelain. Her lips were a rich red, and blue eye shadow that matched her dress was paired with a darker eyeliner. And that was just her...
Ulrich's hair was sculpted to frame his face without blocking any of it, and was topped with a simple cloth cap. Well, simple wasn't really the word to use. The cap was made of cloth, black as night, with silver thread worked into the entire thing. He had a scarf on the color of the ocean, with an alternating pattern of black and white worked into the ends that thinned out the closer they got to the middle. He wore a white buttoned shirt with gold thread worked into the lapels for the collar, and a vest as dark as midnight atop that, scattered with glinting silver thread like the night's stars. He wore a large coat over top his vest, one that was almost a trench coat but not quite, that was the color of a hazy fog over a lake on an autumn's morning. His pants were perhaps the simplest part of his costume, being a simple light brown in color and tucked into the tops of his boots, which came up to his thighs. The boots were black leather polished to a mirror sheen with silver buckles working their entire way up the boot. Ulrich had put on a small amount of makeup, to hide whatever blemishes he had. He was supposed to be a tailor... The key word being supposed to be.
So it was that Alice found herself at the party, having followed with Ulrich after Kalum, who had perhaps the easiest costume to put on she'd ever seen. No. Scratch that. There was a bed sheet ghost here too. Ulrich gave Alice a confidant smirk before speaking. "See? This is going to be fun. You just have to not be..." He paused for a moment before gesturing entirely at her. "That."
"But you just pointed at all of me!" Alice replied back angrily.
"Exactly. Be less like you. You're a princess right now. Go and dance, and laugh, and have fun. But whatever you do, don't make me look bad." With that, Ulrich flipped his hair and made his way into the crowd with a happy greeting cry to a large gaggle of women. How they could stand him, Alice would never know. But, it's like he said... if she had to be here, might as well have fun. So Alice started wandering the crowds looking for Kalum. No. No. Amon. No... wait. Amon! That was someone she -knew- she could have a conversation with. But... no. He was with several people already. She sighed and dipped back into the crowd and wandered almost like a lost puppy. This is what she gets for not going out and meeting people she supposed.
Edelweiss was standing right next to Amon at the moment, so spotting Alice peeking in and out the people around wasn't all that hard. There was a sense of familiarity about that girl's face, albeit vague... oh right, that was Kalum's sister! The one who claimed he would die from consuming too much sugar. The redhead still remembered her, though they had only met once before. She was an amusing girl. So Edelweiss chimed a quick "Hi Alice." along a small smile at the girl's lost puppy eyes and lifted a hand gesturing if she wants to approach them.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
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