Gossamer's Revel: An Eve of Mystique and Levity

[PeachLova 585]

 

 

 

 

 

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From the Royal Court of Haeseni-Ruska

c. 16th OF JULA AG PIOV, 572 E.S.

 

By decree, you are cordially invited to spend the eve in the throes of the Gossamer’s Revel, a masquerade to be remembered, in what is to be a night of mystery and mirth. Such secrets are not to be beheld even by the stars above. Join the masses in the gilded halls of the palace, where the veil between the seen and unseen.

 

So, don your finest silks, fit masks of woe, and open your hearts to a world in between. We mimic the fae and their revels. For the evening shall unfold with a triad of festivities. And shall end with the crowning of a Mayqueen and King.

 

We eagerly await you.

 

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As the moon reaches its zenith, the revelers are to gather on the grand floor. The weaving melody of the night’s orchestra will spill onto the floor, guiding those bold enough to change partners, though led only by the rhythm that fills the air.  Every step will hold the promise of a shift. Be it a chance encounter, a forgotten promise, or perhaps the sting of newfound scorn. When the music finally ceases, the masks may remain, but hearts may find themselves unguarded, laid bare beneath the glow of twilight. 

 

 

Beneath the veil of night, the Mayqueen shall be chosen. Those who dare to stand before the Maypole will claim a garland of ivy and blossoms, dancing until only one remains. She who rises victorious will be crowned with silver and draped in a mantle of fresh blooms.

 

 

Upon the crowning of the Mayqueen, those bold enough to vie for the title of Mayking shall step forward to a test of wit. As each contender, blindfolded, shall navigate a labyrinth of night. They will be guided only by the haunting riddles of the gathered spectators. Only one shall find his way to the Mayqueen, where he will be crowned with a circlet of woven oak and ivy.

 

 

Spoiler

The Masquerade will be on March 16th at 3 PM EST, in Haense. All are encouraged to dress on theme: FAERIES

 His Lordship, Cardan van Leuven, Keeper of the Royal Menagerie

 

 

[Koodini 854]

The Grand Lord's features swelled with delight. "Barbara," he began, a request of his favorite servant, "see to it that a floral arrangement finds Lord Cardan's door, will vy?" Within his office's comfort, Anaksandr poured a glass— Ruskan Red for the soul, basking in the pride he held for those around him.

[DahStalker 3692]

Humphert the van Leuven servant excitedly mops the floor. "Lord Cardan is the best, da!" They'd call out, awaiting the upcoming events eagerly. 

[krispeechips 150]

Mikhaila held the missive in her hands with a grin "A maypole dance, how wonderful." 

A testament to her Scyfling culture, hopefully she would get atleast somewhat far in the dance, lest she disappoint the ancestors. She immediately began to look through her wardrobe for the finest garments and gathering what she could to create a mask worthy of adorning on such a night.

[Dramatude 861]

Elia gasps with giddy pleasure as she plopped onto her bed, kicking her feet. "Helga, write to the seamstress! I shall need a new dress for this occasion. Oh, and the cobbler - new dancing shoes shall be needed as well!" She let out a squeal of joy. It had been ages since the young woman had danced at a ball. A ball hosted by her uncle would surely involve much dancing.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

1 hour ago, Koodini said:

The Grand Lord's features swelled with delight. "Barbara," he began, a request of his favorite servant, "see to it that a floral arrangement finds Lord Cardan's door, will vy?" Within his office's comfort, Anaksandr poured a glass— Ruskan Red for the soul, basking in the pride he held for those around him.

 

That aforementioned handmaid, Barbara Heidyr, went off in pursuit of some wildflowers to cultivate within the Karoswald. She prayed she did not pluck up anything that might result in a rash....

[PeachLova 585]

8 minutes ago, MunaZaldrizoti said:

 

That aforementioned handmaid, Barbara Heidyr, went off in pursuit of some wildflowers to cultivate within the Karoswald. She prayed she did not pluck up anything that might result in a rash....

The Lord Keeper would be admiring the new bouquet on his desk. A most elegant arrangement of wildflowers that complimented the vibrancy of his office. Although, after reaching out to brush a flower. He would snap his hand back. The man then gasping as he realized a stripe of irritation upon his skin. 

[RingAroundRosey 498]

Louna van Leuven would do a little dance, excitement filling her features as she peers upon the missive. A masquerade, right up her alley!

 

Meanwhile, Verena offers that of a small smile at the event. She was glad to see events blossoming once more. She was proud.

[ChillDemonLad 170]

Perhaps he could take some time for himself, Father Rossano thought. A dance would do him some good. It would take his mind off the work, that was for sure. Besides, a masquare by ran by his papej would be much more enjoyable than the deplorable masquare of sin and virtues that was sure to cause a storm. He set about trying to find cloth and feathers to begin the construction of a new outfit. Besides, he needed to work on his sewing skills anyways.

[Weebmaster36 390]

Arvia looked at the missive as the visited Haense, ice eyes looking up at the large castle. “Sissle did say to socialize more.” She turned away from the pinned missive, riding back to Norland as she planned on a new dress.

[JuztLizzy 388]

Anais found herself sitting in front of her vanity, sliding a comb through her hair, smoothing out the knots and curls as she read the missive, "this sounds like the perfect opportunity to show off a new dress and introduce myself to society after so long. What a great opportunity you've made papino"  Placing the comb done on the wooden surface, Anais stands from her stool and heads off to make her next painting, inspiration coursing through her.

[Parasolii 182]

Lady Sosina Colborn grinned at the missive. Truly something of grandeur. Looking upon her desk, littered with various letters, she'd pen a note to her dearest friend from Balian. "Dear Lord d'Arkent, if you may join me for this, we must plan suitable attire! Shall I write to Caliope too?" She'd send it off once finished.
@lalo

Edited March 12, 2025 by Parasolii