Roxanne
Just some pictures for ideas of how the place looks

**Was the day before Christmas a fairy and scathis would be busy decorating some cabins. Hanging up Christmas garland, decorating the trees with ornaments and candles, a few colored potions that glowed to make it sparkle. There would be some tabled covered in Christmas treats, candies, pies, fresh breads, different meats, as well as many other things.

The scathis would be outside building a big bonfire for the ones wishing to be outside as the fairy would be making the insides of the cabins feeling warm and welcoming to all who came. There was plenty to do, lots of treats and food, some festive drinks, and even a few sparkling colors from potions to make it feel all the more festive for everyone.

The two had been working hard to make a place welcome for everyone to come and enjoy the cheer of the holiday and hoped that many would. Otherwise there would be plenty to send home with everyone that came. And let's not forget about the present exchange that would happen later on. No one would know what present they would be getting and all of them were just ones that could be a laugh or something nice. Whatever someone got was all just supposed to be part of the cheer and laughs for the holidays**
Bradley
The sound of laughter and excited chatter carried across the frozen lake. Cresting a snow covered hill the crew of the *Sovereign Soul* At last laid eyes on the festive scene bordering the bank. A collective cheer rang out, puffs of warm breath billowing into the chilled air. They descended to the snow dusted ice, eagerly crossing the sky's patchy reflection.

The group flanked their captain, an elven woman of rugged beauty. Domiel Marques wore the indicators of her occupation, tanned skin littered with scars, salted hair, ink that told the tales of numerous deaths etched into her flesh. Beneath it all were the stunning features expected of her people, shared with the woman at her side. Rivet matched her twin's confident strides, both flaunting captivating smiles and glittering gold adornments. Domiel carried gifts, offerings for the celebrations. Her sister had concluded that holiday spirits were a sufficient contribution, arriving with boisterous laughter and rum in hand. 

They were a riotous but amiable lot, reined in by Captain Marques. Their gazes flitted from one temptation to the next, food, drinks, delightfully decorated cabins and trees. A splendid gathering. They did not surge forth as they so desperately wished to, however. Instead the group turned their eyes to Domiel.

She skipped the formalities, they did not matter today, and introduced herself to their hosts only as, "Domiel. How can we help?" The first guests to show they would ensure all was prepared for those that followed, easing the burden of their hosts if permitted. 

**The crew of the Sovereign Soul has arrived.**
Rosemarie
Coming on far in a calm march from the forested fields aside were a pair of figures walking together. At times, one or the other would toss some snow at the other, or bicker audibly - there was still always a tone of affection within it though.

Two High Elves. Aewerin and her brother Aewen. Instead of the robes and armor they'd normally wear, the pair had on quite-... Enthusiastically gaudy sweaters. Stitched with all the holiday spirit of a drunken tailor, delivered by a drunken sailor, they'd at any other time of year be considered a failure of finery. Blocky animals fitted with symbols and patterns of the season covered them, far too many obnoxious colors stretching across the woolen looking fabric. And now, soaked in melting snow, the pair looked like an avalanche of trouble coming to this party.

Aewerin looked an arm around Aewen's shoulders, the slightly taller brother supporting his sister, as they close in on the cabin, likely in sight for the crew that had arrived just a few minutes earlier. What was worse- they both clearly had a few drinks on the way, Aewerin's hiccups punctuating the gentle winds.

But, they had a few minutes before stepping inside.
Lucille
**Siora would hear the sounds of others joining in finally. Coming out of the cabins as she had on her own festive looking clothes, she wore a blue colored wool dress that covered her wings to keep them warm and had little fluffy edging to the dress. She would wave at all of the ones who had arrived as she was excited to see the people coming and already being filled of joy and laughter.* "Welcome to our Christmas party, we are so happy to see you here. You can help set out the logs for the bonfire if you want to or can help us put up the decorations. There is still a lot to do to be ready for everyone that is still to come. But the main thing is to have fun and enjoy the holiday cheer!"

*Dulcinea would off working on the bonfire, adding in different things to make the fire crackle with a rainbow of colors to make it more beautiful and festive for all of it. They would look up at hearing the laugher, checking their hood once more to keep their face covered but it would be a festive little cloak to join in on the fun of the season, the festive energy would be nice to have around as it made her feel more friendly and comfortable at least being around others for the time even if she probably wouldn't talk much.*

*It really was a lovely little area for a Christmas party, full of just festive things like food, lights, a tree, fire, and so many nice colors. Hopefully all the laughs and gift exchanges later would be a lot of fun for them. It was nice to see so far all the ones that had came so far.*
Lisa
*Powders, he thought - powders and tinctures, those were the key. A hooded figure was tossing salts of kalium, as well as a salt he could feel for his own - copper - into the fire. As the flames became streaked with different colors, perhaps with some dyes they were throwing in added to the salts, the king closed his eyes, and let the second sight wash over him in its purest form.

An iron poker by the fire. Faint traces of some powder in a pouch. Jewelry wrought in gold and silver - earrings, glittering ornaments that he could feel and see lining the ears, necks, wrists, and bodies of those around the cabin. Nails of steel in mugs, bands around barrels of wine or mead, ready to be cracked open. More studs lining the cabin, iron fixtures that hung lamp frames upon bent hooks. And no daggers, tonight, no swords hidden in unlikely places. Not that he could see or feel.

A long exhale escaped him as his eyes fluttered back open and his shoulders relaxed. There was little danger, but still some part of him did not feel wholly present without his armor on, and the gray steel plate fit around his frame as if it were a second skin. A stag, not so much engraved as transmuted into being upon his breastplate in pure gold. The crown, a heavy golden wreath shaped as if antlers had been woven into a circlet.

Eyes of muddy brown studied first the lake, then the cabin, then the table filled with a feast. Perhaps there was a way to help. His sabatons left the ground, and wordlessly, he began to float over to the tree, picking up one candle at a time and carefully cradling it in armored hands before he placed it upon a bough. Though the first flickered out after a gust knocked its flame from the wick, he reached out a finger, elongating the metal that covered it into a claw that glowed white-hot, and touched it to the candle to relight it.

The cheery light sprang back into existence, and slowly, he let himself down to pick up another and repeat the process...*
Lucille
"Seems we have a small group already. This is turning out to be so exciting already. I can't wait to see who all will show up. *Siora if she didn't have her wings covered would probably have them fluttering a bit with her excitement as she would be running around to greet everyone and help finish getting everything ready. It really was starting to look like a festive day at cabins for them now.*
Leon
*Dulcinea would look over at Astalios as they checked out that he was doing by the fire as they would be close to the fire. They would stay quiet as it seemed the person was in deep thought by how they looked. Staying working on the fire for a bit longer before deciding to go help somewhere else over startling the newcomer to the festivities.

Walking over to the groups that showed up before they would hold out their hands for the gifts, wanting go help out with getting the presents in for the group so they could simply enjoy the festivities. Saying in their minds quickly.*"I can take the gifts in, you can go enjoy the different things around the cabins or a drink if you want."