The Most Precious Of Invitations

[Wretched 2075]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIsuUag-M5I

 

The already dim room found itself plunged into a darkness as the single, waning candle finally died atop the Pumpkin Lord's desk, the man himself freezing on the spot, staring blankly down at his previously illuminated letter, only half-way complete. He kept the quill to the paper, yellowed teeth biting down hard into his lower lip as he fumbled beneath the desk for a new candle, thankfully finding one. He would relax his shoulders, carefully lifting the quill to place it back in the inkwell, rising from his chair to find something to lite it with. A short trip down the corridor to his room and he had stumbled upon a torch's flame, dipping the end of the wax into it to re-ignite his light source. Seating himself once more, he would one again freeze, the letter previously atop his desk now vanished.

 

"Mischievous shadows..."

 

With a creak of his jaw, he'd slide a new parchment to the center of his desk, attempting once more to complete the letter, handwriting slow and precise. With a twitch of a smile it would lay complete against the desk, and after allowing the ink a few minutes to dry he would carefully fold it in half between finger and thumb, sliding it into an envelope, enclosed with a burgundy wax seal of a grinning pumpkin. A soft, exasperated sight escapes Knox's pale lips, rising with a sickly creak of his spine to head towards the door, a stack of identical letters tucked beneath his arm. With one hand on the door handle and the other reaching for his overcoat, he would pause, his gaze meeting with the charred black skeletal frame of his dear rabbit, Ponder, and within its bony maw would sit a scrunched up letter.

 

"Apologise."

 

Knox would hold his stare with the undead lagomorph, awaiting for an apology that naturally would never come. With a narrowing of the eyes, he would turn away from the creature, slipping on his overcoat and head back into the corridor, heels emitting a sharp clicking with each purposeful stride towards the surface, gloved fingers clutching tightly to the stack of envelopes he holds. His rapid pace comes to an instant stop, sunken red eyes gazing pitifully onto the mangled door to the bird cage, swung ajar. After a brief examination inside the cage, Knox confirms his thoughts, and finds all the crows inside mauled to death, although not actually eaten. A dull hiss slips between his teeth, eyes flicking off to one side with a slight turn of the head, eyes meeting once more with the empty sockets of Ponder's, sitting quietly in the corridor behind him.

 

"Skinless, soulless, hopeless."

 

He'd grit his teeth, getting a tight hold onto the broken door, reeling back his arm to slam it. But as he'd begin to push forward he'd come to a stop, gently shutting it with a sigh. With a swift turn, he'd step over the rabbit, walking into the main hall to tilt his body back at a crooked angel, shouting into the air the word: "GNASHERS!" and with a flash of smoke, a small goblin-like creature would appear by his feet, peering up to his master's pumpkin mask fearfully. "For you, I have these invitations. Send them to the previously mentioned, with haste." and with a quick nodding he would take the pile of letters and vanish as quickly as he appeared. Knox would turn with a satisfied nodding only to produce a terrified gasp, one leg rising into the air as his spindly arms swing in front of his face, staring down in horror at the undead rabbit sitting inches away. Growling, he'd pick up the rabbit and rest it behind him, pacing quickly back to his office.

 

"And for you I shall get a bell..."

 

 

The letter would read as the following:

 

Dear most valued friend of the Tea Party, you are called upon to attend our next gathering. It is my pleasure to announce that our founder will be joining us on the night. Be sure to dress in formal wear and bring with you only yourself, we want you because of who you are, not what you pretend to be. Make yourself available in four elven days from this point [[sunday 11pm GMT, 6pm EST]], and I will summon you to the location of the next gathering. Live freely, and live happily.

                                

                                                                                  -Knox

 

The following would receive the letter:

 

-Sissiro

-Lucas Black

-Ser Darius The Lion

-Oogie boogie

-"Boo"

-Sprat

-Jynx

-Aster

-"Heinrich"

-The Candyman

-Mithius

[HuskyPuppy 255]

Boo giggles mischievously beginning to dance around in a circle 
"I get to meet uncle Knox! I should bring him some candy..."

She would scramble about her home in search for some parchment then hastily writes a reply with what appears to be a type of crayon.
"Pika-Boo will arrive with gifts!" 

 

[LPT 771]

Dread Knight Greymane begins to cry soulless tears as he realizes Knox does not like drinking tea in his company anymore.   

[+ Reggieo + 112]

Upon arrival at his grotto, long slender fingers take grasp of a letter, Light blue eyes gaze upon the written beauty before him, the blue emits from the dim room lighting up a white mask and the parchment at hand. A heavily muffled voice is heard "Yes...Yes....a party of sorts...." Sissiro's voice is crackled as he breaks into almost a small chant. he scatters around the room mimicking dancing, each step a crack of bone can be heard coming from Sissiro. He quickly scampers to his brown bag where he flicks through the mysterious objects as if they were pages of a book "Which one...Which one...." Sissiro continues on as he becomes aggravated at the fact he cannot choose "I'll take them all, Everyone...can have a face..."

 

Sissiro works up the courage and responsibility to find Boo, he offers a warming hand, his fingers cannon one after the other "Come Boo....We shall find Candi-Ma......." Sissiro leads her out of the room cackling to himself "It's time you met Uncle Knox, It's time you find out out who we all are...." as they leave, the room plunges into darkness and nothing but the small songs vollied between Boo and Siss can be heard fading.

 

+_=

[susitsu 871]

((Sorry to anyone who was looking forward to me being there, but at the time the tea party is starting, I'm literally walking into work. I really, really did want to come, sorry for any disappointment.))

[Heff 2460]

Fumble SUREEEE doesn't want to be placed on the menu! 


((Hint hint nudge nudge))

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Hu-din laughs because he killed knox already.
 

[Areon 947]

Malice sobs, wanting to be top-tier villian

[Jonificus 2763]

Mithius picks up the mail on his way into his house, believing it to be simply more business related letters and whatnot he lets out a frustrated sigh. He pours himself a goblet of fine auverginian wine and sits down infront of the fireplace with the bundle of letters.

He takes a long sip while browsing boredly through the pile "Ferrum order.. Loan payments.. Ferrum.. Ferrum.. Kno-" He chokes on his wine before even finishing the name and spews out his wine out on the carpet. "Oh wonderful, I certainly needed a party. Finally I have an excuse to buy more jewels and clothes!" The dark elf thinks to himself, hoping the other guests will be envious of his extravagance.

[Knox213 10]

"Heinrich" will attend........

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAnGYocNP7I

[The Fact Core 511]

A scarecrow is looking over the pumpkins on the field as it suddenly starts to move it's arms, sliding a piece of paper out from it's ghastly hat and looking over the Invitation. The Scarecrow removes it's limbs from the wooden sticks, jumping down onto the ground as a wide, disturbing grin appears on it's puppet like face with those two black buttons as eyes.

 

The Scarecrow grabs the middle wooden staff where it standed on, throwing it over it's shoulder as it starts to walk off from the field. A gnarly, rusty voice bursts out of it's mouth, spitting straw and tiny adorable spiders as it moves.

 

"The Boogie Man is on his way."

[DruinsBane 240]

-"Heinrich"

 

Blunt eye's magnified by the thick lenses of his spectacles, lasered in on the letter, coaxing it open with the tip of his finger, his eye's moving across the shapes and placement of the letters are remarkably strong, written with confidence in symmetrical lines. Vertical strokes, both straight and rounded, are penned thickly with bold sharp heads.

 

"I've not been called upon in many moons, and certaintly not by name. To think now Knox, would call. I shall go."

[The Lion 736]

The rich ping of steel on steel rang deep from the bowels of hell. Down, down, down in the depths spewed overwhelming heat and sparks. Aqueducts of various molten metals all congregated into one place. The Grand Foundry. At it's center stood a mass of muscle, blood, skin and bone all coated in ash. The figure gets a feeling that had long since been forgotten. He could almost smell the fragrance of Hansetian black on the tip of his tongue at the that very moment. "Ah t'ink some-un want tah parteh." He mentions to himself as he calms the forge from a raging bull to a sleeping cat.

 

The dark elf cleans his blackened face and heads towards the surface only to find a certain invitation. He doesn't feel like changing for an event he once hosted with grime about him, so he decides to go in his smith apron. He pauses on his way out the door and takes a deep look at a piece of art that's been collecting dust. He wipes it off and cracks a grin of nostalgia before making the long journey for the party.

 

 

Ser Darius Lion the Horror, First Tea Master of E.V.I.L. will be in attendance.

[Rissing 199]

With softly rounded bows his feet moved along the cold stonen floor, within his arms laid 'Maria'.. " Oh beautiful Maria.. what will happen when they find out ? " he whispers softly against the cracking skeleton, head bending forth with a loud crack of his neck as his tongue ran along the edges of her jaw. His eyes slightly flickering as he took a few steps back before spinning around his own ankle, feeling the soft weight of her pressing against his chest as he sighed deeply.
Changing arms as he moved towards the left, dancing in a calm manner as he felt the music softly numbing down. The sound within his mind, the song.. composition, fading away. His head tilting to the right as he turns slightly, holding Maria a tad more loosely.

" I've told you not to walk upon these grounds while Maria and Me share our dance, Asarielle " he spoke in a cold calm manner, gazing upon the meek creature as his nails slowly scrapped along the shoulders of Maria. His head quickly reaching down to press a soft kiss upon her forehead spreading his arms a mere second later as her bones would fall to the ground in what seemed an eternity. Spinning upon his heel within that time as he put his finger right in front of his lips, waiting for that soft sound of bones hitting the ground.
A shiver rushing up his spine the mere moment he would hear Maria fall, would hear that small tail bone hit the ground. " Marvelous.. every time just a tiny fraction earlier.. she's slowly falling apart.. " he smiles brightly as he shook his shoulder slightly, walking forth with a steady pace.

" What is it, Filthy mortal ? " he spoke as he gazed down upon her, his feet slightly shifting before her nose.

In a slow manner the bowing creature brought up a signed letter, making his head tilt slightly at the handwriting.

A mere few moments later his long fingers ran along the perfectly written letter, reading it a second time as he gave a soft nod " Four elven days to search a gift.. Perhaps he needs company.. " he speaks, obviously more to himself than the filth beneath his legs. His head snapping backwards as he gazed upon the walls, decorated with a dozen bodies hung up by chains. " Or a dance partner ? " he mumbled softly before turning a last time and walking back towards Maria.

" Inform my husband, Boogie, ask him if he has received a letter.. as well. "

[Schneebo 1593]

Candyman looks around as Boo and Sissiro are dancing with each other over the invitation to Knox's Tea Party before gazing down at the mail before him. He proceeds to read the letter, a devious smile on his face revealing his cavity infested mouth. "Oh what a candiful event that shall proceed." he says, before proceeding to eat the invitation, gazing to Boo, "You better eat what Uncle Knox has sent you. There are kids starving, you can't just waste what has been given." 

 

 

Candyman eases himself up, brushing off his licorice top hat, his blue and pink afro popping out, "Shall we be on our way Sissi-ma and little Miss Boo?"