I apologize preemptively if this is long or obnoxious, but I tend to log events. Since this one was public, well done, and I am a member of the House, I thought I would post.

Thank you so much for arranging this. I missed the look on a few contestants. This is a mostly edited log of the fashion show and fireworks.


You see Sir Metadi Treyetha the Knight of the Empire.
He appears to be a Human from Dragach.
He is average height and appears to be mature. He has silver-flecked sea green eyes and tanned skin. He has shoulder-length, straight sandy blonde hair drawn back into a severe braid along the neck and secured with a silver-whorled midnight rolaren ring. He has a lean, slightly windburned face, a crooked nose and broad shoulders. He has a short and well-trimmed slightly reddish blonde goatee.
He has a simple rolaren ring in his right eyebrow, an inked fist and shield on his wrist, and an intricate stalking bobcat tattoo on his neck.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a dashing grey twill hat accented with a single blue feather, a smoke-hued brocade cravat, a slender-cut dark grey silk coat, a niveous dupioni silk shirt accented with crisp fan pleats, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, a braided copper red hair ring banded with thin vaalin wire, a sturdy black leather kilt with wide pleats, a copper bobcat kilt-pin, a pair of black knee-high boots, and a pair of golden spurs.



Metadi works loose the fastenings on his dark grey silk coat, tossing back the folds of the garment to expose his physique. He casually pushes the hem over his left hip and places a hand within the pocket.
Metadi turns around.
Metadi pulls his dark grey silk coat together, fastening it deftly with quick movements of his fingers. Afterwards, he smoothes out the fabric and adjusts the sleeves, then places his hands casually within the pockets as he strikes a pose. He must think he's fashionable or something.

Sweeping his arm outward, Metadi bows low in a grand fashion.
Metadi takes a few steps back.
Katara points at Metadi, indicating that him no longer has the floor.
Maetriks smirks as a haughty expression flits across her face.
Katara exclaims, "Exceptional, extraordinary, elegant and ethereal we have ....Kateerina!"
Katara points at Kateerina, giving her the floor.
(Kateerina gracefully moves to the center of the room, the cloth-of-vaalin skirts of her bliaut swaying with each step. Her coppery-red hair flows about her shoulders as she moves making a perfect frame for her deep hyacinth-hued eyes that sparkle with the excitement of the evening.)

Kateerina gently smooths the skirts of her bliaut, coaxing away the wrinkles and restoring the naturally elegant drape of the cloth-of-vaalin.

You see Kateerina Rinshia the Protector of Solhaven.
She appears to be a Half-Sylvan.
She is taller than average and appears to be in the spring of life. She has a shimmer of sapphire on her eyelids, beautifully silver-outlined sparkling long lashed hyacinth-hued eyes, glossy winter rose full lips, and lightly tanned skin. She has waist length, copper red hair divided into several elegantly twisted sections and adorned with some polished jade beads. She has a slim, softly-contoured face, a freckled nose and slightly pointed ears. A perfect sylvarraend ruby is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling crimson sheen across her face.
She has a spiral of iridescent vaalin displaying a prismatic radiance in the upper ridge of her left ear, and an opalescent starfly tattoo on her finger.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a vaalin-bladed alabaster silk fan in her right hand.
She is wearing a diaphanous alabaster silk shawl, an elegant cloth-of-vaalin bliaut adorned with pale sapphire blossoms, a ruby-inlaid golden ora ring, some delicate gartered silk stockings, and a pair of vaalin-beaded pale sapphire silk slippers.

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Kateerina smiles running her hands over the form fitting bodice of her gown and continues sliding them down the skirts of her bliaut showing off the sapphire-adorned skirts.
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Katara murmurs words of power into the air, summoning the elements to do her bidding.
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Katara gestures.
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(Kateerina glances about impishly and raises her skirts a bit higher, a hand caressing the intricately spun patterns that grace the lace of her fine silk stockings. Turning slowly, she lifts one vaalin-beaded slipper off the floor, slowly rotating her ankle, catching the light.)
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Lady Divone just came through a polished oak door.
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(Kateerina lowers her skirts and shrugs her shoulders letting her translucent silk shawl slide down into the crook of her arms. The tiny sapphire beads glisten in the candlelight.)
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Kateerina shrugs her alabaster silk shawl off her shoulders, allowing it to dangle from the crooks of her arms.
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Kateerina pirouettes gracefully, causing the skirts of her bliaut to flare outward in a billow of cloth-of-vaalin.
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(Kateerina ceases spinning and pauses as her skirts land about her slender legs.)
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Kateerina briefly conceals her face behind her alabaster silk fan, coyly looking past the triad of blades set within it.
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Kateerina winks.
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The long, cloth-of-vaalin skirts of Kateerina's elegant bliaut puddle around her feet as she sinks into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty.
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Katara points at Kateerina, indicating that her no longer has the floor.
Alinel smiles quietly to herself.
Alinel's cheeks flush with a deep shade of red.
Alinel carefully adjusts the drape of her gown, flouncing the shimmering, metallic cloth in a burst of reflected light.

Alinel raises the hem of her gown several inches and takes a few mincing steps.
Alinel turns around.
Alinel walks towards Aeryck.
Alinel smiles.
Alinel turns around.
Alinel turns around.
Alinel gives the skirts of her gown a shake, and they settle into graceful folds.


You see Lady Alinel Arkhannan the Enchantress.
She appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
She is shorter than average and appears to have come of age. She has long dark-lashed silver-haloed absinthe green eyes and flawless soft ebony skin. She has waist length, flowing black hair falling loosely around her face and adorned with a golden leaf-etched haircomb. She has a delicate face, a small nose and small pointed ears.
She has a pair of polished eahnor hoops set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a black steel crimson-veined spike in her right eyebrow, a black diamond tattoo on her ear, a silver dragon stud inset with black diamond eyes in her left nostril, a stylized Faendryl crest tattoo on her arm, a chain of intricate runes tattoo on her waist, and an open magical tome tattoo on her ankle.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a thin golden choker embossed with sephwir leaves, a long trailing blue chiffon wrap, a mithril Twilight Hall pin, a starkly pale rhimar blue organdy gown entwined with soft golden plaiting, a pair of silk-lined gloves, a platinum wedding band set with a flawless trillion-cut azure blue diamond, and some ice-pale crystal slippers.

Katara points at Alinel, indicating that her no longer has the floor.

Katara pounds her fist on the podium, and declares the floor open for discussion.

Katara applauds.

(Amahana glances apprehensively at the crowd as she carefully takes her place on the stage.)

Amahana breathes very slowly and looks much calmer.

Amahana stands perfectly still and unwavering.

Jadzara just came through a polished oak door.

(Amahana walks slowly down the length of the runway, the watered silk of her atanika rippling slightly with each measured step.)

You see Amahana.
She appears to be an Erithian of the Eloth Dai.
She is taller than average and appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has blue-flecked pale grey eyes and ivory skin. She has long, silky white hair streaked with silver. She has a long face, a classical nose and high cheekbones.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a cabochon-cut storm agate elothrai suspended from a fragile veniom chain, a celestial blue watered silk atanika with albicant whorls embroidered along the sleeves, a braided leather baldric with a lacquered bamboo-hilted naginata poking high overhead, a satin-trimmed stark white isiqiri fastened with mazarine frog closures, a labyrinthine blue lace agate bracelet, a mazarine poplin kanjir detailed with delicate cloud agate beadwork, and a pair of carved wooden sandals.
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Amahana turns around.
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Saleros grins at Gweniveer.
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Amahana turns around.
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The bright luminescence fades from around Maetriks.
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Folding her hands together, Amahana bows shallowly from the waist.


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Katara exclaims, "We have instead the wonderful Cyrris!"


Katara points at Cyrris, giving him the floor.

translucent black rose from in his forest green backpack.

(Cyrris takes a translucent black rose and holds it suspending it in mid-air and Cyrris freezes as if time has stopped. Images can be seen through the intricate rose of its surroundings.)


Cyrris says, "Everyone has moments they treasure...these are moments that freeze and they remember long after they happen."

Aurla gracefully sasshays down the runway. slowly twirling, showing off her golden gown.)
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The powerful look leaves Alifair.
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Aurla smooths the metallic fabric of her gown, and it glitters in the ambient light.
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Brevelan stands up.
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Aurla gives the skirts of her gown a shake, and they settle into graceful folds.
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Brevelan just strode purposefully through a polished oak door.
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The deep blue glow leaves you.
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Piquel nods to Attalia.
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(Aurla gracefully curtsys to the crowd and returns to the back of the stage.)


Katara points at Akivas, giving him the floor.
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Akivas fidgets.
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Astari loses her focused look.
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(Akivas reaches down to rub a smudge of dust off of one of hits boots, tugs at his collar with a finger, then strolls slowly down the runway.)
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Akivas turns around.
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Akivas carefully tugs on the cuffs of his charcoal silk shirt, ensuring a smooth fit over his arms and eliminating any creases.
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Akivas glances down at his brushed suede pants with a slight frown, and then briefly tugs at the waistband. After a few adjustments to the fabric and how it drapes about his hips, he seems satisfied.
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(Akivas grabs the hem of his vest with both hands and takes a half turn to the left, smiling at the gathered folk, then turns to the right and winks mischievously at his wife.)



Asarene blushes a delicate shade of pale pink.
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Asarene takes a deep breath.
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Asarene slowly empties her lungs.
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Asarene blushes a delicate shade of pale pink.
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(Asarene begins walking a bit hesitantly at first, cautious on the high heels on her ivory shoes, but quickly settles into a more natural pace as she continues. The dove grey skirts of her silk gown waft and sway about her ankles, while the myriad slender silver chains of her cloth-of-silver pelisse tinkle musically against each other, adding a phantom melody to the soft tapping beat of her heels on the floor.)
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The powerful look leaves Adenu.
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The sound of a hacking cough emits from Farliegh's soft leather satchel.
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(Asarene reaches the end of the room, and the blush that colored her face with the very first step hasn't faded yet, continuing to darken her freckles and add a blush to her ivory skin. Her pose as she pauses is straight-shouldered but subtly demure, blue-green eyes casting themselves shyly down to the floor for a moment before she turns and begins her walk back.)
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The powerful look leaves Auragin.
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The silvery luminescence fades from around Divone.
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The bright luminescence fades from around Divone.
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(Asarene progresses back with slightly more confidence than she seemed to have on her first run, though her mild, steady pace could hardly be called a strut. The natural - and rather unintentional - sway of her hips causes the light to catch on the silver highlights of her outfit: the hooks of the alabaster silk cincher around her waist, the angelica bracelets draped over her wrists, the setting of her simple blue tourmaline necklace. As she reaches the end of the room once more, she turns and her blush deepens just a bit more before she gathers her silvery-swept skirts and drops into a respectful curtsy.)
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Reidar becomes solid again.
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Enegue's group just came through a polished oak door.
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The brilliant luminescence fades from around Divone.
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Asarene curtsies.



Katara exclaims, "From the sublime to the splendid! Here we have ... Sthos!"
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Katara points at Sthos, giving him the floor.
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Akivas grins at Giogionni.
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(Sthos steps lightly onto the stage and turns to face the grand Lords and Ladies in attendance.)
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Piquel grins at Attalia.
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Sthos slips his dark cavalier hat off of his head with a slight bow, holding it before him with quiet dignity.
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Gweniveer grins at Sthos.
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Evraine grins at Akivas.
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Attalia nods enthusiastically!
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Sadiyah grins at Sthos.
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Sthos says, "I'd like to take a moment to thank Silvergate for hosting such a grand event."
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Giogionni grins at Akivas.
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Sthos nods.
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Sthos places his dark cavalier hat upon his head, giving it a slight pull forward to keep his face shadowed.
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Asarene nods to Sthos.
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Sthos takes a deep breath.


The light blue glow leaves Maetriks.


Sthos smoothes out the fabric of his raven jacquard vest with a palm, then adjusts the hem with a brief tug.


Ichiko nods to Sthos.


(Sthos slowly strolls confidently down the runway with catlike grace, glancing right and left as he moves. As he approaches the edge, he kneels down slowly and leans towards his Lady.)

ou see Sthos Aza'mil'lian.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is average height and appears to be very young. He has deep-set jade green eyes and black skin. He has waist length, fine jet black hair worn in a ponytail. He has a gaunt face and a sharp nose.
He has a rune tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a silk-banded dark cavalier hat with a pair of raven feathers, a deep red rose almost in full bloom, a fitted black suede jacket lined with purple silk, a trim-cut ivory silk shirt, a tailored raven jacquard vest, a spiderweb vaalin wristcuff of interlocking glimmering opalescent scarabs, an etched vaalin signet, an obsidian wedding band, a supple chamois wrapping, some fitted raven suede pants with a silver buckle, and a pair of obsidian-buckled polished leather shoes.


Speaking to Telsas, Sthos says, "Your opinion matters the most My Love."


(Sthos stands again to his full height giving everyone a final look before returning down the runway and down the stairs melting again into the crowd.)


(Saleros presses his cloak open and rests his left hand on his hip.)

Saleros gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Saleros bows.


Saleros struts about.


You see Saleros Hy'Talicion the Pathfinder.
He appears to be a Sylvankind of the Lassaran D'ahranal.
He is tall and appears to be young. He has bright sea green eyes and tanned skin. He has long, thick honey blonde hair worn in a ponytail. He has a narrow face and narrow pointed ears.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing an oak and amber doe totem, a crystal amulet, a forest green wool cloak embroidered with golden aspen leaves, a white byssine shirt fastened with pearl buttons, a pair of pressed black pants clasped with a silver button, and some sylvan tracking boots.
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(Strydyr climbs onto the stage and walks across it confidently. He pauses for a moment, offering a subtle wink to Astari before continuing.)
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Strydyr works loose the fastenings on his wine silk coat, tossing back the folds of the garment to expose his physique. He casually pushes the hem over his left hip and places a hand within the pocket.
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Gweniveer appears to be trying hard not to grin.
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Alifair grins.
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Strydyr smiles slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tries to keep a straight face.

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Strydyr turns around.
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Looking incredibly smug, Strydyr glances over his pristine white shirt and how it fits his physique. Afterwards, he tosses back his head and strikes a pose. He must believe he has fans in the vicinity.

Strydyr turns around.


Strydyr pulls his black leather hat down, creating a shadow over his face to hide it from view.
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Julesia nods to Karibeth.

Strydyr winks and flashes a sly grin.

The bright luminescence fades from around Giogionni.

Auragin nods to Strydyr.

Strydyr bows.


You see Lord Strydyr Dyvinriel the Paragon of Eorgina.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Vornavis.
He is average height and appears to be young and robust. He has calculating, black-streaked mazarine eyes and pale skin. He has short, wind-swept chestnut brown hair with several longer locks falling across his eyes. He has a strongly masculine face, a thin aquiline nose and a clean-shaven, chiseled jawline culminating in slightly upswept ears. He has a thin, faded blue scar trickling down his cheek from the corner of his left eye.
He has a small dark shard-shaped mark on his neck, a trail of stylized black and crimson flames tattooed down the left side of his neck, and an interlocking red triquetra tattoo on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a crisp ebon leather hat with a slender wine silk band, a wine-shot jet marbrinus cravat secured with a fan-shaped glossy obsidian pin, a bold red carnation boutonniere, a long wine silk coat with ebon cording along the side-slits, an ebon suede vest fastened with small eahnor spheres over a stiff-collared pristine white linen shirt with a black silk undershirt underneath, some bloodstone-set polished onyx cufflinks, a wide and dark bloodstone band wreathed by rolaren, a pair of wide-legged black linen pants with crisp creases, and some polished black leather brogues laced with silk cord.



(Astari stares straight ahead as she makes her way toward the center of the room.)

Astari lifts one arm in a graceful pose, causing the metallic weft of her gown to gleam as her posture shifts.

Astari moves in a slow circle, and the glittering skirts of her gown catch the light.

The bright luminescence fades from around Saleros.

(Astari smiles nervously as she meanders back into the crowd, making her way to stand next to Strydyr.)

Astari folds her arms at the waist.

Astari curtsies.

Katara points at Astranged, giving him the floor.

Kentrue turns to Astari and cheers!

Kentrue smiles.
Katara pounds her fist on the podium, and declares the floor open for discussion.


You see Astari Layge Ardenai the Bloodletter.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is shorter than average and appears to be young and sprightly. She has large, almond-shaped jade green eyes and alabaster skin. She has very long, straight deep red hair riddled with black streaks and layered to frame her face. She has a round face and delicately upswept ears.
She has an interlocking red triquetra tattoo on her wrist.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a silk-tied midnight black velveteen reticule in her right hand.
She is wearing a silver-strung delicate seer-stone dangling a flake of sharp ebon obsidian, an onyx-veined dark eahnor collar, a full-skirted eahnor red marbrinus gown shot with lustrous melanic veining, a slender and dark bloodstone ring wreathed by rolaren, and a pair of open-toe black velvet slippers.


You see Japhrimel Lorae'tor Faendryl the Gambler.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is tall and appears to be an adult. He has piercing absinthe green eyes and gold-tinged ebon skin. He has long, silky autumnal red hair that is streaked with a multitude of copper and bronze hues. He has a delicate face and narrow pointed ears.
He has a series of lor and despanal rings set along the slender tips of his pointed ears, a snakelike copper coil capped with a faceted heliodor in his left eyebrow, a tattooed ring of jagged thorns on his finger, and a stylized Faendryl crest tattoo on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding some marshmallow-topped hot chocolate in his right hand.
He is wearing a wide-brimmed black cavalier hat adorned with a golden eagle feather, a thick silk cravat pinned with a tiny silver lor tree, an elegant longcoat of rasberry and plum purple bourde, a black brocade waistcoat, some gold-set despanal cufflinks carved into fox heads, an alabaster signet ring, a silver-worked leather satchel, some crisp black brocade breeches, and a pair of glass-buckled boots.


(Japhrimel jumps upon the stage, turning with a flourish of his longcoat.)


Japhrimel says, "My lords, my ladies."

Japhrimel says, "Gentlemen and gentlewomen."

Japhrimel says, "That guy over near the door."

Japhrimel nods to a polished oak door.

Speaking to his hot chocolate, Japhrimel says, "My chocolate."

Maetriks appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Alinel grins at Aeryck.

Japhrimel says, "It's good chocolate."

Japhrimel exclaims, "I give you me!"

Japhrimel beams!

Japhrimel struts about.


Japhrimel says, "Honestly, I don't feel I need to do anything but that. You see me, you adore me, you wish you were me, especially that other guy with the cravat."
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Japhrimel grins wickedly.
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Japhrimel takes a gallant bow, tipping his hat slightly, before sweeping it behind his back. After a moment's pause he rises and places his hat firmly on his head, adjusting it to fit.

Jeril appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Japhrimel takes a drink from his hot chocolate.


Maeriel blushes sheepishly to herself.

(Maeriel walks the steps onto the stage, looking a bit flustered. She takes a deep breath and stands tall, a sly glint in her eye.)


(Maeriel strides forward, with her head held high and her chin up. She walks elegantly with long strides to the far side of the stage, her hips rocking in a slight swagger.)

(Maeriel at the end of the stage she stops briefly, a half-smile playing on her lips as she surveys the crowd. With her shoulders back she turns, jutting her left hip out sharply causing her body to contort into a sinuous pose.)

Maeriel's fingers trace aimless designs over the matte silk of her gown.

The glowing specks of energy surrounding Tabrina suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.

Maeriel smiles quietly to herself.

(Maeriel with a dramatic snap she turns around and walks back the length of the stage, swaggering all the way.)

(Maeriel dips low in an exaggerated curtsy and flashes a quick grin before stepping off the stage.)


The long, matte silk skirts of Maeriel's elegant gown puddle around her feet as she sinks into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty.


(Corlyne slowly walks towards the crowd, the eburnean roses suspended from her back-lariat swaying as she glides across the runway.)

Corlyne's long gentian silk skirts rustle softly as she shifts her weight from one side to the other.

Corlyne glances out.

Corlyne flirts with Astranged, tossing him an inviting smile.

Corlyne fluffs out the gentian silk skirt of her gown with a carelessly graceful gesture.

(Corlyne slowly slides her stole off her shoulders and drapes it casually across her arm.)
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Corlyne removes a floor-length silvered fox fur stole from her shoulders.

Corlyne turns around.

(Corlyne spins slowly around, the pearl-beaded tiers of her gown rustling slightly.)

Corlyne slowly extends her hand and flicks her white samite fan closed in one smooth, fluid motion -- allowing the small smile playing upon her lips to be seen once again.
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The long, gentian silk skirts of Corlyne's elegant gown puddle around her feet as she sinks into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty.

Katara points at Corlyne, indicating that her no longer has the floor.


Katara points at Gwaelimir, giving her the floor.

Gwaelimir glances at her chopines.

Gwaelimir slowly empties her lungs.

The very powerful look leaves Gweniveer.
The white light leaves Gweniveer.

Gwaelimir raises the hem of her gown several inches and takes a few mincing steps.

The air calms down around Gweniveer.

Gwaelimir turns her pendant and it glows with a soft blue phosphorescence.

Gwaelimir moves in a slow circle, and the glittering skirts of her gown catch the light.

Gwaelimir wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Gwaelimir trips over something and lands right in front of Katara.

Gwaelimir reaches up with one finger and pushes her spectacles higher on the bridge of her nose.

Gwaelimir dusts herself off.

Gwaelimir trudges up behind Maleisse.

Gwaelimir curtsies.


Katara points at Rhyllwenn, giving her the floor.

Maetriks just opened a despanal-held webbed black clutch.

Rhyllwenn strides a few steps forward.

Rhyllwenn removes the hood of her cloak, revealing her features.

(Rhyllwenn traces up the ridges of the sleeves on her gambeson with her fingertip before glancing down at the intricate pentagonal scales of her armor.)

Rhyllwenn kneels down.

Rhyllwenn glances around the room.

Rhyllwenn removes a shell-backed recurve ipantor bow from in her henna suede quiver.
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(Rhyllwenn holds her bow out before her horizontally, the layers of burgee shell forming a protective shield in front of her wrist.)
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Rhyllwenn pulls on the string of her recurve ipantor bow experimentally.

Unsatisfied, she tightens the string at each nock until the draw is correct.
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(Rhyllwenn squints narrowly, her eyes nearly vanishing in the shadowy soot-black band tattooed across her eyes.)

Rhyllwenn makes a flicking motion with her hand.

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Rhyllwenn stifles a yawn.

Rhyllwenn stands up.

(Rhyllwenn places her opposite hand on the rhomboid faenor clasp of her cuirboulli corset.)

Rhyllwenn bows.

Katara points at Rhyllwenn, indicating that her no longer has the floor.

Katara pounds her fist on the podium, and declares the floor open for discussion.


(Corlyne slowly walks towards the crowd, the eburnean roses suspended from her back-lariat swaying as she glides across the runway.)
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Enegue snuggles Brevelan, who responds by cradling an arm around him.
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Corlyne's long gentian silk skirts rustle softly as she shifts her weight from one side to the other.
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Corlyne glances out.
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Corlyne flirts with Astranged, tossing him an inviting smile.
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Corlyne fluffs out the gentian silk skirt of her gown with a carelessly graceful gesture.
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(Corlyne slowly slides her stole off her shoulders and drapes it casually across her arm.)
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Corlyne removes a floor-length silvered fox fur stole from her shoulders.
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Corlyne turns around.
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(Corlyne spins slowly around, the pearl-beaded tiers of her gown rustling slightly.)
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Adenu nods.

You see Corlyne Lancre Nalfein.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is taller than average and appears to be young. She has ebon-haloed, vivid nephrite green eyes and faultless, soft alabaster skin. She has short, glossy obsidian hair shorn at an angle to fall smoothly along her jawline. She has thin-loped ears that curve sharply upward and frame the delicate contours of her face.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a winter white samite fan in her right hand and a winter rose in her left hand.
She is wearing a coiled silver back-lariat suspending a triad of eburnean climbing roses, a floor-length silvered fox fur stole, a backless gentian blue silk gown spilling tiers of pearl-beaded petal skirts, and a pair of cobalt dupioni silk chopines inset with scrimshawed ivory.
>Corlyne slowly extends her hand and flicks her white samite fan closed in one smooth, fluid motion -- allowing the small smile playing upon her lips to be seen once again.
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The long, gentian silk skirts of Corlyne's elegant gown puddle around her feet as she sinks into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty.
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Katara exclaims, "And now a lovely Nalfein.. Maleisse!"
Katara points at Maleisse, giving her the floor.
(Maleisse carefully walks forward, causing her dangling pearl earrings to sway with the slightest movement. As she cocks a glance toward Corlyne, the detailed silver filigree backing catches and reflects the low-light of the hall.)
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You see Maleisse Veloth Nalfein the Confessor.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is average height and appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has guileless lavender eyes and porcelain white skin. She has shoulder-length, silken alabaster hair curled under and pulled back from the face with a pair of lacquered haon fillets connected on the sides by silver cannetille. She has a very petite nose.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a pleated glossy silk bag secured with a silver pearl catch in her right hand.
She is wearing some dangling five-pearl earrings, a corseted cloth-of-silver gown with an intricate whorl pattern along the split front, a full-length icy white marbrinus chemise veined with argent, and some silk-cushioned pallid haon chopines with argent lace decorating the small platforms.


(Maleisse continues to move in measured steps down the pathway. Barely visible between the split front of her corseted gown is her argent-veined chemise. The marbled pattern ripples and shifts like a layer of rime on an icy surface.


Maleisse folds her hands.

Maleisse smiles slightly, the upward curve of her mouth fades as she performs an indistinct curtsy. She rises quickly but remains steady on the small platforms of her silk-cushioned chopines.


(Astranged reluctantly steps out towards the crowd and stops, casually admiring the room.)

Astranged turns to face Corlyne.

Astranged strides over to stand before Corlyne.

Astranged kneels down.


Astranged offers Corlyne a winter rose.


Astranged tilts his head up.

Astranged stands up.

Astranged bows.

Katara points at Astranged, indicating that him no longer has the floor.

Katara pounds her fist on the podium, and declares the floor open for discussion.
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Corlyne accepts Astranged's winter rose.


Millicint grins.
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(Shannivar takes a step or two forward across the center of the stage, lifting her gaze towards the crowd. Noting the number of people present she falters briefly, then raises her chin slightly and closes her eyes, completely blocking out the sight of the audience.)
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Shannivar holds her breath.
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Shannivar lifts one arm in a graceful pose, causing the metallic weft of her gown to gleam as her posture shifts.
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(Shannivar moves with simple grace as if dancing with an unseen partner, her eyes still closed.)
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Shannivar spins into a quick twirl, pivoting on her toes. The metallic skirts of her gown rustle and swirl fluidly around her, catching the ambient light in their reflective threading.

(Shannivar opens her eyes slowly, then drops into a quick, nervous curtsy and quickly leaves the stage.)

Shannivar glances away.


You see Shannivar Devessi.
She appears to be a Human from Hendor.
She is average height and appears to be youthful. She has beautifully silver-outlined expressive deep cobalt blue eyes and dusky olive skin. She has very long, glossy sable hair bound into a twisted infinity knot by some twisted white gold hairpins. She has a delicate face and high cheekbones. Her features, combined, are both sharp and gracile, giving her a distinctive appearance. The effect is not unbeautiful. She has slender wrists and hands with long, graceful fingers.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a snowy-hued owl feather fan edged in argent lace in her right hand.
She is wearing a curving gold filigree earcuff, a single white pearl on a gold chain, a pale gold silk cape with a mantle of downy white feathers, a strapless cloth-of-vaalin gown subtly patterned with lustrous silver

(Angellos tiptoes across the floor while glancing around looking for something. His short, thick blonde hair with wind-swept traces of warm gold tones catches the fading lighting.)

(Angellos puts his swept-hilt silver eonake longsword in his scabbard and continues onward looking for a real creature, not an imaginary one.)


You see Angellos.
He appears to be an Elf.
He is tall and appears to be very young. He has lively green eyes and tanned skin. He has short, thick blonde hair with wind-swept traces of warm gold tones.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a swept-hilt silver eonake longsword in his right hand and a dragon-imaged black shield in his left hand.
He is wearing a majestic iron crown of stylized flames, a fitted black leather longcoat with an open jet-chained collar, a handsome cranberry silk shirt, a deep ebon spidersilk backpack, some muscular black leather armor, some black vaalin-traced gauntlets with ebon mesh suede-palmed gloves beneath, a thick black iron dragon-bodied ring framed by steel wings, some tone-on-tone black leather pants tied with crossed scabbards, and a pair of sturdy black boots buckled over the ankle in ebon.


Gweniveer smiles warmly as she glides through the crowd toward the beginning of the runway.
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Auragin grins.
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Gweniveer carefully adjusts the drape of her bliaut, flouncing the shimmering, metallic cloth in a burst of reflected light.
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The deep blue glow leaves Japhrimel.
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(Gweniveer places one hand on her hip as she struts confidently down the runway, setting her silver and vaalin skirts aflow ethereally behind her. She raises her chin elegantly, then gives a dramatic pose at the end of the runway before displaying her outfit with prim gumption.)
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Gweniveer spins into a quick twirl, pivoting on her toes. The metallic skirts of her bliaut rustle and swirl fluidly around her, catching the ambient light in their reflective threading.

Strydyr whispers something to Astari.

Raising a single, gloved hand in practiced motion, Gweniveer waves gracefully.

(Gweniveer catches the eye of those closest to her in the crowd, flashes a radiant smile and a quick wink, then turns on her heel to sashay back down the runway.)


Straightening her back, Gweniveer gives a formal, low curtsy. She inclines her head as well, giving a brief nod.
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Gweniveer smiles.

Katara points at Gweniveer, indicating that her no longer has the floor.

You see Lady Gweniveer Moonglae the Nurse.
She appears to be a Sylvankind of the Kytawa D'ahranal.
She is taller than average and appears to be very young. She has beautifully silver-outlined dark-lashed, luminous sage green eyes and flawless, subtly sunkissed alabaster skin. She has waist-length, rich auburn hair loosely styled with some silver filigree hair beads scattered throughout. She has a dainty face, a classical nose and a set of alluring vermilion lips which are soft and blushed. She has a narrow waist that accentuates her delicate, willowy stature.
She has a small silvery nine-star constellation with a faint rose overlay tattooed around the nape on her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a cream velvet feystone-strung choker, a cloth-of-silver pelisse clasped with myriad thin chains, a layered aspen green silk gauze bliaut subtly woven with silver and vaalin strands, some thin silver bracelets entwined with soft silk iceblossoms, a pair of delicate lace gloves, a leaf-cradled engagement ring, and some shapely silver-shot silk dancing slippers beaded with moonglae opals.


Katara points at Greganth, giving him the floor.
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Greganth winks at Seomanthe.
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Greganth tilts his head down.
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Greganth slowly empties his lungs.
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Dianatrue gently takes hold of Kentrue's hand.
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Greganth smiles quietly to himself.
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Greganth tilts his head up.

(Greganth walks slowly down the runway, his boot heels clicking with each measured step.)
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Greganth removes a knee-length obsidian suede coat with a flared collar from his shoulders.
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Greganth shifts his weight.

Greganth lifts his carnation boutonniere to his nose and inhales deeply.


Greganth smoothes out the fabric of his black silk vest with a palm, then adjusts the hem with a brief tug.
Greganth turns around.
Angellos nods to Millicint.
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Greganth turns around.


Greganth drapes a knee-length obsidian suede coat with a flared collar from his shoulders.
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Greganth slips his hands into the pockets of his obsidian suede coat and strikes a nonchalant pose.
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Deep blue motes swirl away from Divone and fade.
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The deep blue glow leaves Divone.
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Greganth turns around.
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(Greganth walks slowly back to the end of the runway.)
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Greganth turns around.
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Greganth removes his hat with a flourish of his hand.
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Greganth bows to Katara.
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Greganth places his hat on top of his head with one hand, adjusting it slightly for a perfect fit.
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Greganth gives a quick nod and tips his hat.

Katara points at Greganth, indicating that him no longer has the floor.


Katara exclaims, "Now a lovely dear.. Seomanthe!"
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Katara nods to Sadiyah.
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Katara points at Seomanthe, giving her the floor.
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Enegue nods to Brevelan.
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(Seomanthe walks forward purposefully clutching a handful of her pale bronze skirts, and steps onto the stage with a loud clacking from her mesille heels. She continues to the edge, and flashes a wide smile.)
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Seomanthe gets a blank look on her face.
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Gweniveer grins at Falvicar.
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Seomanthe gives the skirts of her gown a shake, and they settle into graceful folds.
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Seomanthe runs a hand through her chin length black hair, trying to make herself presentable.
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(Seomanthe snaps her head to the left, and grasps the left hem of her ivory coat, sweeping it open to expose the complimentary bronze fabric within, freezes for a moment, and then performs a slow, graceful counterclockwise pivot while she releases the hem allowing the fabric to fall back into place.)
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Seomanthe grins slowly.


Seomanthe snaps her fingers to a rhythm only she can hear.
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Seomanthe hums an expert melody, embellishing each note as only a bard can.
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Lifting her hands above her head, Seomanthe claps in a steady rhythm and dances about.
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Sweeping her arm outward, Seomanthe bows low in a grand fashion.
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You do not have the floor.
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Seomanthe curtsies.
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The light blue glow leaves Tabrina.
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The deep blue glow leaves Tabrina.
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Katara points at Seomanthe, indicating that her no longer has the floor.

Katara pounds her fist on the podium, and declares the floor open for discussion.


You see Seomanthe Bartley the Bardess.
She appears to be a Human from Bourth.
She is tall and appears to be in the spring of life. She has bright crystal green eyes and freckled skin. She has chin length, shiny black hair. She has a delicate face, a straight nose and a narrow waist.
She has a soaring argent aspis tattoo on her thigh, an ornery orange pixie tattoo on her ankle, a colorful jester tattoo on her wrist, and a rainbow-hued hummingbird tattoo on her ankle.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a ruby amulet, a high-collared ivory wool coat lined with bronze silk, a high-waisted pale bronze gown with a softly pleated bodice, a silver-edged crimson ruby wristlet, a braided jasmine wrist corsage, an a aquamarine and diamond-set engagement ring, and some open-toed ivory damask shoes on thick mesille heels.


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You see Vender Bredeu the Hospitaller of the Order of Venquinor.
He appears to be a Brughan Halfling.
He is of a modest height and appears to be an adult. He has vivid ocean-hued eyes and lightly sun-burnished skin. He has shoulder length, sun-streaked dark blonde hair with a stubborn stray lock falling over his right eye. He has a clean-shaven face. He has deeply-etched laugh lines framing his mouth.
He has a parallel wavy lines tattoo on his wrist, a silver edged black wave tattoo on his ankle, a wave-swept boulder tattoo on his arm, a tattooed band of playful mermaids on his arm, a cheerful marionette tattoo on his neck, and a red and white striped bar shaped like a candy cane in his left eyebrow.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a bunch of cherry tart crumbs in his right hand.
He is wearing a crimson wool stocking cap tipped with a white fur ball, a long red and white swirled wool scarf pinned with a cluster of holly, a winter white lynx fur cape with a pair of mittens securely pinned to the front, a bulky crimson wool sweater with white fur-trimmed cuffs and collar, a frost white suede harness with a red striped globe-topped runestaff poking high overhead, some red and white wool mittens with a spare mitten dangling from a ribbon, a thin silver loveknot wristband, some crimson wool pants trimmed with white fur at the cuffs, and some knee-high polished black leather boots.

Vender smiles as he finishes one last mitten check. With a light hop in his step, Vender makes his way down the room, his snowglobe-topped runestaff becoming a blizzard with each bounce.


(Vender gives a fast bow that sends the ball on his stocking cap flying forward, bopping him in the nose!)


Katara exclaims, "And lastly but far far from least... we have Sir Bristenn!"
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Katara points at Bristenn, giving him the floor.
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(Bristenn steps up onto the stage purposefully. He pauses just one brief moment to snap his head to the side, flamboyantly tossing his chin-length hair from his face.)
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(Bristenn strides ardently down the length of the stage, his black leather boots clicking loudly against the panels with each step. His hands deftly lift his shirt's collar as he walks.)
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The glowing specks of energy surrounding Millicint suddenly shoot off in all directions, then quickly fade away.
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(Bristenn comes to a smooth halt, and with a side-long glance, he adroitly cocks one hip, hands placed akimbo at the pockets of his wool pea coat. His expression is of both apathy and dispassionate ennui.)
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Bristenn adjusts the front of his wool pea coat so it rests perfectly even on his chest.
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(Bristenn once again snaps his head, his brown hair cascading over his face in tousled locks.)

Bristenn quickly unfastens the buttons running up the front of his wool pea coat.

Tabrina appears to lose some internal strength.

Bristenn tilts his head up.

The air about Tabrina stops shimmering.

Bristenn runs a hand through his chin length brown hair, trying to make himself presentable.

(Bristenn straightens his posture, crisply turning on his heel. Full of subdued flourish, he flicks his cut velvet scarf over his shoulder and struts down the opposite length of the stage with a cocksure swagger.)

Tabrina becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.

Bristenn bows.

Katara points at Bristenn, indicating that him no longer has the floor.


Katara recites:

"And that my darlings concludes the fashion presentation! A round of applause for all the contestants!"


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You see Sir Bristenn Mires the Knight-Errant.
He appears to be a Human from Honneland.
He is tall and appears to be in the bloom of youth. He has brooding, haunted pale ice-grey eyes and fair skin. He has chin length, silky brown hair that falls stubbornly over his left eye. He has a grim, stalwart visage accented by deep frown lines at the center of his brow. A deep scar mars his face, running across it from above his right eyebrow to under his left eye.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a double-breasted black wool pea coat with wide onyx buttons, a silver locket, a high-collared linen shirt, a silver-studded wide black leather belt, a sturdy silver chain band, some crisply pressed black linen trousers with wide-cut hems, a pair of short black leather boots clasped by heavy silver buckles, and a pair of golden spurs.


Katara recites:

"I must saw that the voting was extremely close on many many contestants"


"And I was going to offer some honorable mentions but honestly.. there were just too many wonderful fashions tonight"

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The music swells grandly, bringing old memories of long-forgotten loves to the forefront of your thoughts.
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Katara recites:

"So again I say.. I round of applause to ALL who came tonight!"

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Katara recites:

"A truly spectacular showing!"


Katara recites:

"Alright without any further speechifying.. I give he the results!"

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Katara recites:

"The Dapper and Dashing for 5110 is..........drumroll........Metadi!"


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Katara offers Metadi a silver-swept azure bottle of cologne.
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Katara recites:

"The Dangerous yet Debonaire for 5110 is..........drumroll............Angellos!"


Katara removes a copper-lipped auburn vial of cologne from in her white fine wool cloak.
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Katara recites:

"Tonighs prizes are special colognes and perfumes"


Katara recites:

"The Deadly yet Delightful Hunting fem for 5110 is.............drumroll...........Rhyllwenn!"



Katara removes an oblong coral-hued bottle from in her white fine wool cloak.
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Katara recites:

"The Finest Cut: Best Evening gown Fem for 5110 is................drumroll............Maleisse!"



Katara recites:

"Finest cut: Best Suit Male for 5110 is...........drumroll.......Strydyr!"


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Katara offers Strydyr a thin burnt umber bottle of cologne.
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Katara recites:

"Winter Female for 5110 is.............drumroll............Asarene!"


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Katara removes a silver-twined viridian glass bottle from in her white fine wool cloak.
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Katara recites:

"Winter Male for 5110 is...........drumroll..........Akivas! "


Katara offers Akivas a dark saffron glass bottle of cologne.
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Katara recites:

"Whimsical Male for 5110 is..........drumroll........Vender!"


Vender pours a few drops of perfume from his milky bottle of cologne on himself.
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Katara recites:

"There was no whimsical female this year..."


Katara says, "Bristenn actually came close."
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Speaking gravely to Metadi, Bristenn warns, "She will -never- know."
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Katara recites:

"Devine Diva for 5110 is..........drumroll........it's a tie! Gweniveer and Kateerina!"


Katara removes an iridescent canary-hued bottle from in her white fine wool cloak.
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Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Three flames burn brightly before you, each creating a fiery orange fish floating in the air. They dart after each other for a few moments, and then fade into nothingness.



Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Flames of green cross the space before you until the shape of a blazing fan emerges. The radiant fan closes and opens once, sending out sparks until it dissolves away.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Several tiny waves of fire ripple through the air. Faint colorless motes sparkle into existence within the small, glittering form of a grantris. It skitters across the with its numerous legs before dispersing into a shower of sparks.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Blue sparks build upon each other to form a little capering rolton. The creature leaps around with a contented look on its face while growing in size from continuous flame until finally, it bursts into a shower of sparks that fall gently to the ground.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Emerging from an egg-shaped ball of light, a blue duckling comes to life in a torrent of motes. It wades in a sea of multi-colored sparks until a single point of light collides with it, creating a tiny pop that ends with glittering feather-shapes falling to the ground.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

A stream of faint colorless flame form a small face that smiles at you. It winks once before melting away into a fall of glittering motes.

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Dianatrue winds up and hurls a perfectly rounded snowball towards Saleros. At the last moment Saleros tries to dodge the rounded snowball but ends up sticking his face right in its path. That had to hurt!
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Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Waves of yellow flame form a glowing pie. A single slice falls away from the rest and begins to plummet to the ground before dispersing with a shower of sparks. The rest of the pie shimmers and then fades away.


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Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Streaks of blue flame shoot into a number of directions, forming the tentacles of a tiny little air-squid. It wriggles around awkwardly then shoots a cloud of smoke into the air. When the cloud dissipates, the last glimmers of squid fade away.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Flames of multi-colored cross the space


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Waves of green flame form a glowing pie. A single slice falls away from the rest and begins to plummet to the ground before dispersing with a shower of sparks. The rest of the pie shimmers and then fades away.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Several tiny waves of fire ripple through the air. Blue motes sparkle into existence within the small, glittering form of a grantris. It skitters across the with its numerous legs before dispersing into a shower of sparks.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Glowing orbs coalesce into a fiery silver wolf. The blazing wolf runs through the air, fading slowly until it vanishes.



Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Several tiny waves of fire ripple through the air. Blue motes sparkle into existence within the small, glittering form of a grantris. It skitters across the with its numerous legs before dispersing into a shower of sparks.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

The air shimmers with light, until flames form the shape of diminutive purple centaur. With flourish, the creature fires a glittering arrow from its bow, then fades from sight.



Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

An illuminated spider explodes into before you, as gold flames shoot straight out from a central point, then angle themselves to the ground.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Numerous flashes pierce the air, sending streaks of multi-colored sparks crisscrossing each other, weaving an immense lattice before you.

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Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

A small fireball roars to life and sends streams of blue sparks raining upon the ground, flowing like the cascades of a flaming waterfall.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

A pair of silver hearts flare to life in before you, shimmering and lingering in the in the air perfect unison, until finally fading away to nothingness together.


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Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

An enchanting rainbow of fiery stars arcs across the area. The sparkling colors disperse slowly, one by one, vanishing as the lights fall away.

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Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

As a small starburst flares to life, its brilliance radiates outward before abating. Just as the last spark fades, another light fills the air and a miniature dragon of shimmering gold flame roars into existence. It soars around with glittering wings and maw agape for a few moments before dispersing.

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Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Sparks of purple rise from a flame in the form of a tiny phoenix with fiery wings outspread. Scintilla shoot outward from the bird until it fades away.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Three flames burn brightly before you, each creating a fiery orange fish floating in the air. They dart after each other for a few moments, and then fade into nothingness.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Gold sparks build upon each other to form a little capering rolton. The creature leaps around with a contented look on its face while growing in size from continuous flame until finally, it bursts into a shower of sparks that fall gently to the ground.

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Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Faint colorless fire pops into existence and the flames curve gently downward like the leaves of a tiny, blazing palm tree.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Fiery white spheres dance in the air, spinning and bobbing in rhythm.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Suddenly, a ball of orange flame appears before you. Embers fall from the fire orb in the shape of delicate willow branches, glowing strongly even they descend to the ground.


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Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

A blazing green chrysanthemum blooms to life right before your eyes in a shower of glimmering sparks.

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Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

Shimmering sparks of orange create a fiery diamond that encases a tiny floating flame.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

A flash of purple light shoots across the immediate area as incendiaries skitter outward in random paths, like sparkling serpents slithering in the air.


Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

An illuminated spider explodes into before you, as faint colorless flames shoot straight out from a central point, then angle themselves to the ground.



Katara waves her ebonwood wand in the air...

A stream of yellow flame form a small face that smiles at you. It winks once before melting away into a fall of glittering motes.