fables ✧ sundering day - day six [OPEN!]

[Aktori]

i'd like to explore!
username & id: aktori + 737315
sign-up post link: here <3
day: 3
location 1: the grand hall
location 2: the garden
response: (optional)
#explore

[Queen Vivane]

i'd like to explore!
username & id: Queen Vivane 33217
sign-up post link: Here!
day: 3
location 1: The Gardens
location 2: The Refreshments Table
response: (optional)
#explore

[chupacabra!]

i'd like to explore!
username & id: chupacabra! + 60089
sign-up post link: https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=87&t=5078641&p=150266753#p150266753
day: 3
location 1: the west atrium
location 2: the gardens
response: their ceremonial robes are sufficiently formal without being overly extravagant. the silhouette is sleek, black with a capelet and silver embroidered details invoking Sotér's traditional imagery. they're relieved to fit in without drawing too much attention to themself.
#explore

[feverrr]

NOTE! be sure to check your results pm before reading this post!
it contains significant spoilers for the overall story. ♡

hours have passed since you first stepped through the ornate doors to the grand hall, and the night has finally begun to wind down. your first ball in faerendell has certainly been an impressive occasion, from the noble company to the lavish decor. startling you from your brief introspection, a fierce clattering breaks through the enchanting tunes that fill the air—something metallic has hit the marble floor, followed shortly after by a heavy thud. you cringe at the sound, first assuming it to be an accident, but the foreboding silence that soon falls over the room indicates otherwise.

you shuffle through the crowd, making your way toward the source of the noise, and the unfortunate scene is revealed to you: lórien is sprawled across the well-polished floor, laying eerily still. you're sure the golden goblet laying at his side was the source of the harsh clattering you’d heard, and a pool of wine-red liquid has begun to pool around it. it doesn’t resemble anything you remember glimpsing in the array of punch bowls lining the refreshment table. you watch as the pool begins to seep into lórien’s attire, and have the absurd thought that the young heir would probably despise that.

the lively energy of the room has vanished entirely, an unsettling hush quickly spreading throughout the great hall. everyone is frozen still, those closest to lórien gazing on his crumpled form with muted horror. their jeweled masks catch the light of the chandeliers above, flickering oddly as the crowd’s whispers begin to rise into a cacophony of panicked voices. a stoic figure you do not recognize suddenly pushes through the crowd, moving assuredly towards lórien with a somber expression plastered on their face, as though they already assume the worst.

they kneel next to the heir clad in blue and gold, pressing a hoof to his pulse and leaning in to listen. a short moment later, the kneeling fable, who you now presume to be some sort of medic, clears their throat. “i am sorry to announce, lórien of house lysandor is dead.” the quiet breaks: panicked voices rise all at once, akin to a clap of thunder following the tense silence. your mind is racing and your heart is pounding as staff spring into action, requesting that all guests leave at once.



as you depart, melding into the crowd of shell-shocked guests stumbling from the hall’s exit, you duck into a nearby alley to collect yourself. your breathing has finally begun to slow to a normal rate when something catches your eye: a glint of something shiny on the street a few strides away. you lean down and hesitantly collect one of the many pieces of green-tinged glass littering the cobblestone. it’s a jagged-edged fragment of what must have been a small, exquisite bottle before it shattered. clinging to it is a label, faded but still legible: everdream elixir.

part of you wants to leave it where it lies, but curiosity wins out in the end, and you tuck it quickly into a small satchel that hangs at your side. as you retreat from the alley, you begin combing through your memories of the night. you can think of a number of notable figures you’d spotted at the ball, from high-ranking diplomats visiting from opposing noble houses to shifty characters you’d noticed lingering at the edges of the party.

you can’t help wondering what, or perhaps more aptly, who could have happened to poor lórien.

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posting is now CLOSED for day three!
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be sure to visit the tavern to discuss what you've gathered from today's adventures, and discover what unfolded elsewhere!

[squeegi]

i've picked out a mask for the masquerade ball!
username & id: squeegi 929095
sign-up post link: here!
mask design:

magic mask! what? giuseppe chose a mask that is
conveniently easy to draw? what a coincidence!
#maskdesign

[Hanna]

i've picked out a mask for the masquerade ball!
username & id: Hanna 1105401
sign-up post link: <3
mask design:

The mask is delicate and ethereal. Gossamer semi-sheer iridescent material is draped into the shape of otherworldly butterfly wings. Long swooping curves with long tips on either end create a stunning expression of freedom and light. The lavender shift of the fabric reminds you of moonlight on a petal, or perhaps a pearl. The fabric is stiffened at the folds, giving a three-dimensional look, as though the butterfly could come alive any moment and fly away. The edges are lined with mother-of-pearl in shimmering ivories and purples, creating a soft cascading glow to the mask under candlelight. Under the sheer fabric, the base of the mask is a warm champagne that glitters lightly through the beautiful blues and purples of the gossamer fabric. Tiny pearls create weaving patterns that mimic that of a Monarch butterfly. Even smaller diamonds dot the surface, catching in the light for a beautiful, shining interplay of color. The overall effect the mask creates is hard to pin down, with its ever-changing sheen, deep textures, and dewy colors, with tiny pops of shiny and shimmer.

#maskdesign

[Alantica]

i've picked out a mask for the masquerade ball!
username & id: Alantica - 349242
sign-up post link: Here~
mask design: Hmm he kind of just picked the mask that covers his face the most... can't be recognized when taking all the food at the refreshment table! Yet he couldn't disregard his fancy formal wear...

#maskdesign

[apricott]

i've picked out a mask for the masquerade ball!
username & id: apricott 284137
sign-up post link: here
mask design: a delicate white mask with gilded horns, its shape suggesting the user to be much different and, all at once, very much same as the face they carry. the mask is covered in red string and accented with red paint, speaking about precious bonds, fate and magic.

#maskdesign

[ylesia]

i've picked out a mask for the masquerade ball!
username & id: ylesia + 1068648
sign-up post link: here
mask design: The mask is simple, yet conveys a certain charm. A thin strip of red velvet fabric decorated with gold embroidery frames the face, making the wearer's gaze nothing short of magnetic. Thick, soft, silky golden strands hang down from the bottom, tickling the face without causing itching or discomfort. Some emerald green glass beads also hang from the lower part of the mask, bright and translucent.

(something very quick, I'm not even sure that it could fit a face lol)

#maskdesign

[Tilluels-Paradise]

i've picked out a mask for the masquerade ball!
username & id: Tilluels-Paradise + 1108908
sign-up post link: xXx
mask design: Ornate marble panels with small amber gems set within them connected by golden leaves and vines

#maskdesign