Cometh the Big Crying Wheel

[initiates]

Date & Time: Sept 15th
Location: A refurbished castle on the outskirts of Exsilium.
Characters: Anyone at the party!
Summary: Vanadi hosts a party that goes very poorly.
Warnings: Violence, probably! Let a mod know if we should update this.


It’s a lovely night for a party!

The venue at the outskirts of town is, unfortunately, a bit drafty — and actually rather sparsely furnished, as well. In fact, party goers are encouraged to mingle, drink, and enjoy themselves in the courtyard, as the castle itself wasn’t able to be renovated in time, and has proven to be a little bit architecturally unsound. Any explorative guests might find a small hail of dust and pebbles on their heads if they venture too far in — and who knows what else, if they continue on.

But the drinks and snacks both are plentiful and delicious, and the large canvas set up from castle wall to castle wall keeps off the sprinkling rain. The weather could even be described as warmish and pleasant, if one were feeling generous. A group of Exiles plays classic instruments in one corner of the courtyard, having been paid enough to even smile at any Transports that wander near.

All in all, it’s shaping up to be a good night. Until about 10 PM, that is. Come 10 PM, the Misery rolls into town, tearing down the canvas, nullifying powers, and crying corrosive blood everywhere. That’s the cue for all hell to break loose, as the final wave of mind-controlled characters snag their victims and make for the hills — or at least for the UE. The mind-controlled characters will also have the backup of a squadron of 20 of the Masked, the UE's special ops force. The Masked's main goal is to grab those on their list and get away, but they're certainly not above shooting to kill at anyone that gets in their way. They're also highly trained in hand-to-hand combat and physically enhanced by their suits, so they're a good bunch to try to avoid.

But do have a wonderful time until then, won’t you?

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[dragonlordbight]

A)Before 10pm

[ Crucible decides to make an appearance at the party in his human form, garbed in the full display of his governor's robes. His expression and posture radiating assurance and calm as he weaved amongst the crowds. Despite his apparent calm he is ever alert, something that he was well accustomed to with ever the many who wished to get to him while Governor of Sanction.

He gives a friendly nod to those he passes in his travels, keeping an eye out for a friendly or familiar face. His gaze occasionally resting on the castle, something at least reminiscent of those found on Krynn. After a time he decides to explore for a time.]

B) After 10pm

[To one side of the courtyard the effect of the Misery's presence is quite evident, a sudden bright flare of light as the human figure of Crucible is suddenly replaced with the non to pleased Bronze dragon he truly was, fortunately able to twist to avoid crushing any poor soul under claw.

Drawing himself to full height as his head snapped around in confusion, a distinct feeling of a disconnect a draining that reminded him of the very height of the war of souls where magic had been drained by the souls of the dead.

It isn't but a moment before his gaze snaps onto the source of the loss of power, the construct he had previously encountered. His deep voice rumbling forth as he addresses those immediately around.]

Go, now! I will deal with the construct and any who get in my path.

[With that a deep, loud growl echoes from his throat, one likely audible anywhere in the castle as the massive dragon lowers himself as if to pounce.]

Leave, construct. This is you're only warning.