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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: DMBlackhart: Hodgins compiles the last of the paperwork, taking the hefty stack to a near-by closet. After a moment or so the tall, white haired human servant returns to the foyer, asking you all to be seated. A number of cushioned red-velvet seats have been lined up at the far end of the Grandhall, under the staircase. It is here that the festivities begins, and it is here the night takes a dark turn.
  
  Your hostess, the fabled "Gwendolyn" of Gwendolyn's estate finally makes an appearance. A beautifully dressed human woman of no older then twenty years. Dressed in a deep blue robe with an obvious obsidian corset clenching to the outside. Her outfit is complimented with a number of jewels and ribbons, all of which compliments the light application of makeup on her naturally eloquent face.
  
  The woman descends the stairwell, her shoe-less feet padding softly on the furnished mahogany steps. Finally, as she reaches the bottom of the stairwell, you hear an almost divine voice. The woman speaks soft, and yet can be heard easily throughout the entire room. Her speech is unique, each syllable being pronounced perfectly, with almost no distinguishable accent.
  
  " Pleased to finally meet each of you. I am your hostess, madam Gwendolyn. And for each of you today, I have a generous gift to bestow. I offer each of you the opportunity to earn my estate, and all that is included within. All you must do, is simply relax. To be exact, I will be judging each of you, throughout the coming month, and whoever I believe to be the most deserving of my estate will be the victor. 
  The woman yawns for a moment, the cold night time atmosphere reminding you all just how late it is.
  " But please, this all can wait till the morning I am sure. You may choose any of the second-story guest rooms you please, each of you will have your own separate accommodations. Breakfast will be served at Nine in the morning in the dining hall. Now if you please, I will bid you all a good evening. 
  
  
  With that your mysterious hostess retreats up the landing, leaving most of you a bit flustered, if not out-right confused. Your goal is now clear, you must simply live, relax, and show yourself a worthy benefactor to the good-lady's property. If all goes as planned, within the month, one of you shall be ascending the ranks of nobleman.
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conversations.value: The_JJ: Nathan Crown 
    Nathan Crown, madam.    The troubadour sketches a brief bow at the air behind the retreating benefactor. He inclines his head at the other guests and follows the Lady up after a pause, to let her get where she wanted to go.  He choses a North facing guest room, and then one to the East. He leaves his pack in the room and steps out onto the balcony, lyre in hand and sits down to tune the instrument.
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conversations.value: Nomad5: Tallin Farr  
  
  All thoughts of annoyance at this long wait disappear from his mind and memory as soon as Tallin casts his eyes upon the lady of the estate.  He listens to the voice as much as the message, lost for a moment in his childhood dreams of who he thought Lady Gwendolyn really was.  Upon her exit, he realizes that he did not say a word or have an introduction.   So much for first impressions. 
  
  He steps over to Hodgins and presents a bottle of wine to the servant.    "For the Lady.  My thanks for the invitation.  I would not assume to accept the invitation empty handed."    He then moves off after Nathan up the stairs.  He finds a room facing out over the gardens, choosing to know more about what is happening at the estate as opposed to seeing who is visiting.  He searches the room over carefully since it sounds as they may be staying here for a while.  Settling his belongings securely he decides to sleep well, no telling what the next day will bring.