((OOC Note: This is a beginning thread, a precursor for the wild night Lilli's planning to throw at Chainned. The party is going to be in the forums or live play depending on opinions...
This here's for planning, thoughts on the upcoming event by any and all characters to be involved or those who just plan on watching :twisted: , outfit and costume musings, the indulgence of practicing the onstage set before it happens, etc, etc. Fun stuff! Enjoy! ))
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Autumn was an undeniable spice in the air; a lovely season composed of winter's frigid, promising kisses and the lingering filigree of summer's blazing presence. A season of sweet decay and crisp winds that chased up along the back of spine's ill prepared for the change in weather.
Most didn't know that life thrived even during this morbidly beautiful time of year. Summer's bounty offered it's last ripe jewels from brittle branches while the unloved and untouched began their dance to melt with the soil and rejoin their mother tree. Leaves fell like so many dead things, crunching underfoot or whispering down lonely city gangways. Next to the warmer months, this was the botticellian buxom's favorite time of the year. While the sun didn't reign quite as supreme, there was something breathtaking about such vigorous, creeping life in the face of the winter's coming death.
And like the coming cool of winter, Lilliana was glad for her return. There was dirt to be kicked off her boots and dust to be brushed from her shoulders. A visit to the Chainned Inn was once again in order. This time, however, the witch would not cleverly linger and cast her presence outside the building, this time... She entered. And only a cat could splay such a contented, easy-going smile as the one she bore upon being greeted at the door.
Though murmurs here or their told of a certain pet named Nori being in charge of the bookings for the Inn's nightly entertainment, the witch had another name and face in mind.
The lingering feel of the Slaver's dark memories were turned into a learning experience more now than suffered as a curse. And in this instance they were proving useful. For though she'd never met the woman, nor had she ever seen her face the Garridan gypsy knew she was looking for a one miss Eiellani Rose; First Girl to Lord Travanix.
Short but elegant, crisp yet stealthy, a darkly sinful mingle of pretty poison in the form of a female's flesh; it was an image of crystaline clarity that Ms. McClae would forever bare of the pet as she turned the brightness of her molten eyes upon hearing the approach of soft steps. Thanks to the lord's shared essence during his late resurrection, the witch would know the sound of those steps for the rest of her days.
Lilliana turned to face those closing steps as she took a casual lean to the bar. There was no mistaking the gypsy witch for anyone but herself, and, confident without being cocky, Lilli had a feeling Eiellani would know of her too. In a fashion. Time to flip open the ledger and pencil in the dates and requirements.
This here's for planning, thoughts on the upcoming event by any and all characters to be involved or those who just plan on watching :twisted: , outfit and costume musings, the indulgence of practicing the onstage set before it happens, etc, etc. Fun stuff! Enjoy! ))
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Autumn was an undeniable spice in the air; a lovely season composed of winter's frigid, promising kisses and the lingering filigree of summer's blazing presence. A season of sweet decay and crisp winds that chased up along the back of spine's ill prepared for the change in weather.
Most didn't know that life thrived even during this morbidly beautiful time of year. Summer's bounty offered it's last ripe jewels from brittle branches while the unloved and untouched began their dance to melt with the soil and rejoin their mother tree. Leaves fell like so many dead things, crunching underfoot or whispering down lonely city gangways. Next to the warmer months, this was the botticellian buxom's favorite time of the year. While the sun didn't reign quite as supreme, there was something breathtaking about such vigorous, creeping life in the face of the winter's coming death.
And like the coming cool of winter, Lilliana was glad for her return. There was dirt to be kicked off her boots and dust to be brushed from her shoulders. A visit to the Chainned Inn was once again in order. This time, however, the witch would not cleverly linger and cast her presence outside the building, this time... She entered. And only a cat could splay such a contented, easy-going smile as the one she bore upon being greeted at the door.
Though murmurs here or their told of a certain pet named Nori being in charge of the bookings for the Inn's nightly entertainment, the witch had another name and face in mind.
The lingering feel of the Slaver's dark memories were turned into a learning experience more now than suffered as a curse. And in this instance they were proving useful. For though she'd never met the woman, nor had she ever seen her face the Garridan gypsy knew she was looking for a one miss Eiellani Rose; First Girl to Lord Travanix.
Short but elegant, crisp yet stealthy, a darkly sinful mingle of pretty poison in the form of a female's flesh; it was an image of crystaline clarity that Ms. McClae would forever bare of the pet as she turned the brightness of her molten eyes upon hearing the approach of soft steps. Thanks to the lord's shared essence during his late resurrection, the witch would know the sound of those steps for the rest of her days.
Lilliana turned to face those closing steps as she took a casual lean to the bar. There was no mistaking the gypsy witch for anyone but herself, and, confident without being cocky, Lilli had a feeling Eiellani would know of her too. In a fashion. Time to flip open the ledger and pencil in the dates and requirements.