Farah
Taken aback at how sweet the vampire was towards the elven woman, Caleesi found herself at a continuous loss for words. Her smile grew brighter the more Lysanthir's velvet voice danced it's way into her ears, though, she did her best to hide it. Shaking her head in amusement at the man's compliments, Cali watched as the Law Master weaved his magic smooth and effortlessly. Curiously, the sorceress wondered just what all Lord Olagwyen knew- given he was proving himself a man of many talents. However, as the glass he conjured made it's way into the hands of the she-elf, Cali took it with both of her petite hands- dipping her chin ever so slightly in thanks. The more and more that Lysanthir spoke, the more Lady Scarleth was able to understand him. She loved to dissect people, as her curiosity was a never ending void. But to know that the High Lord was over a thousand years old.. It gave way to so many questions. All of which the High lady was itching to know about. 

Pulling her goblet up to her plump rose lips, Caleesi silently drank from her cup as she simply listened. The man's tone leaving much to be discovered from the few words he shared. "Just how old *Are* You, Lord Olagwyen?" Cali asked, a playful yet curious brow raising as she tipped her cup back once more. She was still treading the waters with him no doubt, not knowing what was the appropriate thing to say to someone such as him. Nevertheless, as always, Scarleth let her questions get the better of her. Before she had gotten her answer, Lysan was already tossing new ones her way. It would seem as though the two had much to say to one another, however his next inquiry was something that took Caleesi by surprise. 
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Swallowing the bitter red wine before she choked on it- the grandmistress cleared her throat. Her eyelids fluttering about as if processing what the councilor just said. "Oh.. Uhm-" Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Cali felt the sickening feeling of fear that she had felt that unfateful night on the balcony. The way that the High Lord had cornered her, the way his breath felt on her neck.. It was nothing like the man standing before her tonight. And of course, while it was no secret– the events that had happened to the Scarleth family– Just about anyone who looked into the young woman's history would have known that her district had fallen to the hands of vampires. However, with the crowds of people still lingering around the two, Calseesi didn't know if she could trust or *Want* Such information being spread around. Shifting her gaze back up towards the high elf, Cali's eyes held a somber light to them as her smile turned into a distant frown. 
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She watched as Lysanthir took a look over the crowd, though she couldn't make out just what he was looking for. The thought of Princess Delsandra snooping around the two didn't sound like a thrilling attraction to be in- So, as politely as the grandmistress could, she offered her hand to the vampire. Nodding towards his arm as a sign to hold onto it and hopefully get away from the dancing part of the ballroom floor. Should Lysanthir take her offer, Caleesi paced her steps slowly; just as she did her words when she spoke. "I don't mean this to come off as.. Insensitive, Lord Olagwyen. But I have had a bit of a bad past with vampires." Trailing in a deep sigh through her nose, Caleesi stared down the crimson liquid that swayed in her goblet. Her sorrowful blue eyes deepened in color as she tried desperately to not relive the night of her passing. "My family was murdered by a group of noblemen pretending to be district leaders within Alynthi. I was set into an arranged marriage with the man who I thought..." Pausing a moment, Scarleth shut her eyes slowly, exhaling the breath she had held moments prior. "I suppose you just can't trust people. No matter who they appear to be." 
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As the pair walked further away from the stage's venue, Caleesi slipped her hand from Lysanthirs arm in an attempt to give him his personal space. She drug her sullen eyes slowly up the man's figure before reaching his, taking in the beautiful suit he donned far more than she had while they were dancing. After a moment of silence settled in, the high elf's lips tenderly snapped out of their gloomed expression– Instead, an apathetic smile took its place. "That night, when I saw you for the first time and people told me what you were... I panicked. It wasn't *You* Who scared me off, it was the thought of reliving what i went through that frightened me." Lowering her gaze to the floor, Cali fiddled with her dress in slight embarrassment. She knew it was a rather foolish thing to say, but it was the truth. However, the more that the she-elf thought about that night in Findara, the more that she remembered how stunned Lysanthir was.

 Soon, a deep, curious expression pushed between the womans brows- Caleesi lifted her head back up towards him in contemplation. "Say.. Why did you... I mean *How* Did you know my name?" Tilting her head even more, Cali narrowed her eyes in question. The pieces of that night never truly fitting. "And why did you run away..?"
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Althea
The moment Caleesi asked just how old Lysanthir was, there was a twitch in his lips, one that was obviously an attempt to not smile. He did so successfully, and retained that neutral look upon his face. Nevertheless he answered with a look in his eyes that showed clear amusement over offence. "I am 1,862 years old, my lady. Though, I've only been a vampire for 1,717 of those years." Lysanthir could see the curious look on Caleesi's face as plain as day, and even the playful look to her crystal eyes. While in the first hundreds of years or so of being a vampire Lysanthir hated what he was, he came to grips with it eventually. While he of course didn't love it, it was his life now. Curiosity from those who had never experienced a life of vampirism was more common than one might think.

The amusement soon left Lysanthir's eyes however as he realized his question had upset Caleesi. He could feel the tenseness in her body increase, as well as the quicker beating of her heart. Furrowing his brow with worry, he was surprised to see the she-elf reach for him, her hand resting upon the nook of his arm perfectly. It was as plain as day that Caleesi wished to continue their discussion elsewhere, likely away from prying ears and eyes. Then, the high elf began to spin her tale of why she had reacted in such a way in their first encounter. Caleesi's initial sentence about having a bad experience with vampires sent a wash of rage over his body. If she was telling this to him, surely it had been published *Somewhere*. Why didn't those damned books in Lazaroth have anything about this within them?

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Nevertheless, Lysanthir remained silent and listened intently to Caleesi's story. The lord had known about her family's passing, but it didn't say what the cause was. A hardened look fell over Lysanthir's face, and soon the puzzles fell into place as to why Caleesi was so apprehensive around Lysanthir. A mortal was right to fear his kind for what they were and what they could do, but Caleesi had experienced it first hand. Her fear was more than justified, and it left a pit in the high elf's stomach as she finished her story. It began to grow when he realized how his actions must have truly effected her. *Lysanthir had terrified her.*

"Lady Scarleth." Lysanthir turned to face her as they stop, his face riddled with a deep regret. "I wish to once again apologize for my actions that night. I had *No* Intention to hurt you and I have no excuse for scaring you in such a way." Contrary to his expression, his voice was as calm and cool as ever. Watching her anxious mannerisms only made Lysanthir feel worse, and to stop her from feeling worries he grabbed both her hands in his own causing her to drop the piece of her dress she was tugging at, a slight feeling of regret for wearing gloves hitting him in the back of the head. Hoping her eyes would meet his, Lysanthir repeated himself once more. "I am deeply sorry, my lady."

Before he could say anything more however, the next question sent a shockwave of panic through Lysanthir's bones.

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Had he forgotten so soon how he had uttered a nickname he didn't even realize she had? Calitherien had the very same nickname, one he had called her time and time again in their short span together. A deep, sorrowful pain filled the man's chest, and soon the illusion he had on his leg fell causing him to stagger sidewise ever so slightly. Without a snap of his finger, the cane he had that Caleesi saw in Findara appeared in his hand, which he now leaned upon. Standing up straight once more with a pained inhale, Lysanthir waved a hand over his leg and sent a wave of light yellow magic over his leg. "My apologies, that- I used an illusory spell to allow myself to dance with my bad leg. It seems the wine and my magic don't agree." Dropping the wine glass it disappeared, but perhaps Caleesi would have noticed it was still entirely full before it was gone from thin air.

Yet to answer the high lady's question, Lysanthir cleared his throat. "I am sorry, but I believed you were someone else." While his face was neutral, there was a clear story behind his eyes. One he would likely not share just yet, if ever. Perhaps somewhere Queen Dhakashira could feel her Law Master in distress, but for now he was managing. "As for why I ran off, I had simply gotten overwhelmed." Leaving it at that, Lysanthir fell silent once more, and almost seemed to be receding back into his hole of cold neutrality.
Farah
Noticing the slight flicker in the High Lords outer expression, Cali smirked ever so slightly. She was getting to him- and it was quite amusing to watch the light come alive within Lysanthir's eyes. "Well, regardless of how you feel about yourself, i think immortality suits you." Caleesi murmured sweetly, insinuating that his good looks served him well, and that she was much more interested in him as a whole than the blatant fact he was a vampire. Of course, her words could have been taken the wrong way, and Caleesi could only hope that the Law Master would catch on to what she truly meant. As much as the sorceress was interested in the many lives the counselor had lived, no doubt, she was not one to pry on a stranger's business. Nevertheless, as the two went on, Lady Scarleth was taken aback once more when Lysnathir reached for her hands. 

Magic swirled the goblet that she held upon contact with the High Lord's gloved fingers as they wrapped securely around Calis' own- leaving it to float nearby if she wished to continue drinking it. The gentle tug Olagwyen made as he brought the woman closer towards him was fragile, as were his words when he spoke. Looking up to meet his sorrowful gaze, Caleesi could feel the physical pain that flowed through the vampire's bones. Each breath of sorry that left his lips like a plea for mercy. Softening her stare, the grandmaster placed her heel forwards to close the gap between them- her head tilting upwards to ensure she saw all of him from his towering figure. "You have my forgiveness, High Lord." Caleesi started to say, slipping one of her hands free from the man's grip and gently placing it over his knuckles. "You have done more than enough tonight to show me that there can be good people in this world, and I sincerely thank you for that." 
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Searching in the many waves of Lysanthirs steely blue eyes, Cali could see the storm within them brewing. She had never wished more to know just what he could possibly be thinking in those tense moments where the pang of his thoughts caught in his jaw- making his muscles tense and fluctuate with each comforting touch. Speaking with him like this... It almost felt *Too* Perfect. Like they were almost meant to find one another, and she couldn't shake the feeling of Déjà vu. Even still, Lady Scarleth wasn't one to put years of trauma behind her for a vampire. While she still respected and appreciated Lysans apology, she knew it would take a lot of time and effort before she was able to trust him fully. After all, believing someone and trusting them are very different things... 

Within mere seconds, Caleesi saw the dread that replaced Lord Olawyens' saddened expression- panic seeping in through his iris. When the man began to stumble, instinct kicked in within the high elven woman; Cali gripped onto Lysanthir's hands, one of which jerked to his forearm to support him. A flurry of worry and fear flashed within the grandmasters widened glance as she buckled along with him, hoping to catch him should he fall. It was quite silly to think such a petite woman could support an elf twice her size- however, her vampirism held strength that was oftentimes unmatched and underrated. "L-Lysan! My gods.. Are you okay?" Caleesi stammered, concern filling her voice. Darting her eyes over the man's figure, she was surprised to see that same cane faze into existence beside him. Now supporting himself, Cali took a slight step back. Her hands still hesitantly reached out for him as she gave a puzzled look.
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It was odd to see a vampire with any type of injury, Caleesi herself knowing that the curse of vampirism came with rather peculiar perks such as restoration. Eyeing Lysan's leg as he casted his magic along it, Scarleth wanted to dare ask just *Why* He had a bad leg to begin with. However, she knew deep down that that was not something to ask someone you're just getting to know. Instead, the High Lady did her best to offer a calming smile. It's warmth not reaching her eyes as they caught a glimpse of the untouched wine glass before it disappeared. "Please, don't worry about such a thing. Is there anything i can do for you my Lord? I know plenty of mending and healing spells.. Perhaps i can take a look at your leg?" Shifting her sights over, Caleesi noticed how stiff the high elf had become. Her brows lifted in worry, wanting nothing more than to know the root of his pain. Nevertheless, Cali wouldn't pressure him on the offer. 

The nip of Lysanthirs cold tone coming back brought yet another chill to Caleesis's skin. Listening to the way he was so quick to dismiss himself, Lady Scarleth kept her head down and away from the High Lords gaze- far too anxious to meet whatever sharpness they held within them. "I see... Everyone has their days, no? No shame in being overwhelmed, I do apologize for my prying however." Holding her voice to a quiet yet soft murmur, Caleesi placed her hands neatly together at the forefront of her dress. She had begin to feel the anxiousness of her doubt creep back up in the corners of her mind, however only this time she refused to let it reach her heartbeat. There was something still not quite right about Lord Olagwyen that Cali couldn't place her fingers on. Even so, she tried her best to write them off as him simply being an overwhelmed individual. How could he not be? His apologies were well felt, and if anyone knew about the complexities of being overstimulated- it was her. 
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Althea
Steadying himself, Lysanthir soon noticed the grandmistress holding onto him, with a curious strength no less. The thought didn't remain to long in his head however as he gently pulled away, fixing his suit with an anxious look in his eyes.

"Dragon's fire." Lysanthir muttered with an irritated tone, though it wasn't pointed towards Caleesi as he glanced down to his leg. "No magic can work to heal a wound caused by it. Trust me, I've tried many times with many healers, all of which failed." Lysanthir's age likely hadn't fully settled in for Caleesi, which meant she probably didn't even realize he had been alive during the Great Dying, the worst war in Lucidien's history. This tale was one he had spun for anyone who asked, though he wouldn't tell it if she didn't wish to know. The high elf asking to see his leg however did cause Lysanthir to tense and shake his head. "No. Thank you for your concern, but as I said I've seen countless mages and read even more books on the subject. Nothing can heal it." 

Lysanthir thanked the Gods above that the illusion over his face had remained, especially given Caleesi would immediately recognize him from her dreams if she saw the horrific scarring upon it. Seeing any scar of Lysanthir's would simply have to wait for another day, perhaps when the vampire could trust Caleesi a bit more. With a glance around, Lysanthir hoped no one had seen his stumble. Quite a few mages had actually approached Lysanthir of their own volition wishing to see and study his scars. After all, it wasn't every day you met someone who lived through the war between dragons and mortals, let alone fought in it like he had. When Caleesi apologized however, Lysanthir shook his head, his expression returning to a less panicked and more neutral but calm one.

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"There's no reason to apologize, my lady. A scholarly woman such as yourself is bound to have a thousand questions about an individual such as myself." A gleam soon appeared in Lysanthir's eyes, but he hesitated to speak. It was obvious there was something he wished to say, but his mind was holding his tongue for him. Frowning inwardly, Lysanthir refused to let his doubts get the better of him. "Perhaps-... Perhaps we could discuss all your questions in a more appropriate setting some time?" The inclinations of Lysanthir's offer could have gone a thousand ways, but it seemed genuine enough on the exterior. The vampire could see the dozens of questions Caleesi had for him, which he understood completely.

Before their conversation could continue however, Lysanthir's eyes were drawn to the stage when Princess Delsandra began to speak from the center of it.
Laveta
The night had gone surprisingly well all things considered. The entire time Delsandra had been watching from the sidelines however, simply enjoying the festivities, performances and people in her home. Surprisingly, she had yet to see much of her younger sister, though that was likely a good thing. The princess watched Sorevelle unfold into a beautiful event, one that did come with its ups and downs however. The Lazaroth entourage did leave Delsandra with a sour taste in her mouth, especially when Lord Lysanthir had approached her just a day prior with a request to perform. It was strange, and even stranger for Delsandra to say yes to such a request, but appearances needed to be kept. Thsyeer was a kingdom of acceptance after all, and even though Delsandra wished for nothing more than to watch Lysanthir burn upon a pyre, she'd allow him and the rest of his Lazarothan company to join him. 

Lord Olagwyen, Lady Scarleth and King Astalios's interaction however was a delicious one to watch, until the vampire had managed to best the Iron King of all people. It was disappointing, but it made for an interesting development nonetheless. The two waltzed beautifully, Delsandra had to admit, but skulking off together was something that made the princess all the more curious about the two. Perhaps she'd need to do a bit more digging on both of them. The night was coming to a close however, which meant soon Sorevelle would end and her castle would be empty once more. After the last performer had finished, Delsandra emerged from under one of the balconies and took the stage. Those outside of the ballroom in the castle's courtyard would receive an announcement from a herald instead.

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All within the crowd fell silent, and soon Delsandra finally addressed them all. "Thank you all for attending Sorevelle, my beloved festival of music. I am very pleased to say there was not a single performance that didn't leave the crowd and myself included wanting more, from Alynthi's songbird Karl, to the Iron King's beautiful display, to even a surprise demonstration of the waltz from Lord Olagwyen of Lazaroth. Accompanied by Lady Scarleth of Alynthi of course." Looking their way, Delsandra offered an empty smile to them both before returning her gaze to the crowd. "Sadly, all good things must come to an end. As much as I wish to have Sorevelle last forever, it cannot." Casting a smile down to each attendant in the crowd, Delsandra urged them closer.

"So, come closer to enjoy the final performance of the night before we say farewell. An idol no less from the Noteworthy Brotherhood wishes to bid you all goodnight." Waving her arm out, Delsandra stepped aside to allow the performer to take the stage. For an idol of the brotherhood, she was quite underdressed, but many would know her as one of the great bards of the current day and an aasimar no less. The woman's wings unfurled and curled around herself to act almost as a gown before she began to play a gentle tune on her lyre. The princess descended from the stage to allow everyone to enjoy the final performance of the night.
Farah
Hearing the words leave Lysanthirs mouth brought a tidal wave of ice across Caleesi's skin. Her eyes drew wide just as her mouth did- jaw dropping in a perplexing state of mixed emotions. Never in the young girl's life had she ever heard of any survivors from the Great Dying- let alone a man who had witnessed the sight and breath of a dragon. A heavy weight of embarrassment washed over the woman once she had realized her ignorance, and while there was no fear in her eyes, one could certainly notice the regret and shame she felt for assuming anything about the man. Looking down quickly, Cali shook her head idly to herself as she uttered a thousand apologies- completely disregarding what Lord Olagwyen had said about them no less. "Please forgive me, i promise you that i am nowhere near this intruding Lord Olagwyen- i.." Shutting her eyes tightly for a moment, Caleesi brought her face back up to meet the vampires as she offered a genuine glance of regret. "I don't want you to think my questions take you for some sort of project. I do not look at you like an experiment to dissect, Lysanthir. I'm sure you have had many eyes upon you in your life, i do not wish to add on to it." It was then that Scarleth began to realize that she would never be able to fathom what the High Lord's life could have ever been like. Let alone how to connect with him. 
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What could she possibly bring to the table that a vampire wouldn't already know? It was a tricky thing to navigate. Regardless of the twos obvious age gap- Cali still couldn't shake the feeling that she had just been disrespectful to probably one of the wisest and oldest living souls she had ever met. That soft tint of pink began to creep back up the sides of the grand mistress's cheeks as she contemplated seeing herself out- seemingly far too embarrassed by the damage she had done to herself. However, When Lysanthir opted to speak again, Caleesi was fairly surprised by his offer. Looking up to meet the twinkle of hope in the mans' eyes, it took everything within the high elf to not smile widely in return. "I.. I think I'd like that. As long as you are sure you are up for my restless thoughts?" 
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Giggling a bit to herself, Cali shook her head before adding playfully, "I promise I won't intrude on your life, High Lord. You have my word." Before either could continue their conversation, the chime of Princess Delsandra's voice broke their ears. Turning her head to face the stage, Caleesi held her breath unknowingly. Regardless of how the Council woman felt about the Thyseerian elf, she could not deny the beauty and poise Delsandra had. She had a way about her that carried far more than meets the eye, after all, the tone in her voice when she addressed the crowd was far more buttery and sweet than that of the night in Findara. Taking a moment to glance back up towards Lysanthir, Cali silently nodded her head over towards the crowd that was now forming near the stage floor. Whether the two liked it or not, their conversation would have to end here, as both of their appearances needed to be kept up as well. 

Making her way to the sea of people, Caleesi had seemingly zoned out the Princess's speech up until her name was announced from the eladrins lips. Quickly, Lady Scarleth darted her face up towards Delsandra- meeting her fake smile with a sour taste in her mouth. By this time, the high elf felt Lord Olagwyen's presence beside her, and she took those brief moments to look up at him to gauge if he too noticed the petty scowl Princess Delsandra had put on. Nevertheless, Cali didn't let it get under her skin. Instead, she simply gave a gentle *One-two* Pat along the High Lords arm as she returned her gaze towards the stage- her own smile seeping with generosity. In a past life, Lady Scarleth would have fought fire with fire, but nowadays she tries her hardest to kill people with kindness. 
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As the final act entered the stage, Caleesi watched with a gentle intensity. She loved the celebration of music far more than interacting with people at times, and knowing of the beautiful bard who was preparing her song to play, a warmth would soon cover Cali. Content with how the night was ending. The gentle strums of the angel's lyre floated into the air with a gentle flow, so delicate it made even the guests upon the second story to come to the edge to listen. Respectfully, the grandmistress folded her hands in front of her as she kept her gaze forwards, though a small smile painted the woman's face as she leaned over ever so slightly to whisper to her former dance partner. "Oh to be as graceful as an Aasimar, don't you think? They've always had an innate beauty to them..."
Debra
Queen Runacri continued to observe from above as the unexpected series of events involving her Master of Laws unfolded. The exchange between Lazaroth and Alynthi seemed to stiffen the drow's spine, her grip on the railing tightened. While the words themselves did not carry particularly well over the hum of gossip, their meaning was clear. She scrutinized every look, the movement of every muscle, watching for any indication that she should intervene. It was undoubtedly not the introduction she had hoped for, swooping from above in a pillar of black to intercede in Lysanthir's affairs, but it was a duty she would have carried out nonetheless.

As tensions finally subsided and the demonstration began she lingered, her watchful eyes following the newly formed pair while they danced. As a dear friend she hoped to feel happiness in their temporary union, but a knot twisted tight in her stomach. She would have to discuss tonight's happenings, and those previous, with Lysan after their return to Lazaroth. It was a conversation she considered without eagerness, for her wish was not to pry for the sake of gossip, but to protect. Even if it meant upsetting him. 
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In the meantime an unfortunate diplomatic opportunity had presented itself, an apology was owed. Ashira's amber gaze drifted to Alynthi's king, observing his vigilance as he watched the grandmistress and law master perform their dance. Even without delving into the depths of his mind she could imagine his offer had come from a place of duty and kindness. To put one's self in such a position only to face a deeply unexpected rejection, it would have upset her. The Iron King was certainly more comfortable than she in their current environment, likely unbothered by Caleesi's choice. Nonetheless the entire ordeal had been awkward at the very least, a great deal due to her own Master of Laws.

Ashira sucked in a breath, releasing it slowly as she began to circle the ballroom from above. One hand lightly grasped her drink, the other trailed along the smooth surface of the railing. Her attention shifted between Alynthi's king and the council pair as they retreated, dance complete. While her intentions were pure the queen's movements were like that of a predatory cat, as though she were stalking some pour soul. Any observing would potentially wonder if that grace extended to dance, perhaps they would soon have their answer. The drow's pace slowed as the hostess spoke, lifting her glass to her lips she listened to the string of niceties.
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Queen Runacri sought Lysanthir's gaze when Delsandra spoke of him, the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at her lips. She raised her glass to him, quite proud of her dear friend, while the princess continued. *As much as I wish to have Sorevelle last forever..* That would truly be Ashira's personal hell despite the accomplishments of Lysan. Trapped there for eternity trying to contain the beast while maintaining her own, unappreciated performance of perfect queen. 

Gradually approaching the stairs she found herself opposite their final performer for the evening. She paused there, watching, delaying the inevitable meeting of Lazaroth and Alynthi royalty. The pale gown enveloping her provided beautiful contrast, striking against her dark skin. The ribs of gold adorning her caged every deep breath, pressing to her chest with each inhale. It served as a consistent reminder through the evening, of sins not to be forgotten. In that moment, however, she pushed her burdens aside. Her figure was relaxed, arm draped comfortably over the banister, bright gaze seeking the Iron King. 
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Tanya
*He wondered how this could have happened - the two people he would have thought would be most uncomfortable with each other had been spurred into some sort of dance, and then had made an exhibition of the event, which baffled him, truly. How could someone who had been so unsettling last they met suddenly become the source of laughter - **Genuine** Laughter, as for as he could tell - from his mistress of magic, who had been shaking like a leaf the last time they had met?

Quite frankly, to him, it made no sense at all, but there were other things to think about than the sudden reversal of attitudes present there - the party's political implications were kept simmering below a boil, and it was about as engaging as he could hope one of these events to be. A waltz was hardly entertainment for nobility that had learned the waltz practically from birth - and he had found himself alone in the crowd, his companion a songbird that hadn't spoken, either. That should have changed - and the brass in his lute was somewhat beyond his reach, as zinc was not under his control. 

What, then, to reward the man with? A gilded mask, a ring or two? Perhaps nothing at all for the moment. He did not want to give a stag, as that would have been far more than just a sign of favor - it was a sign of trust. But slowly and surely, each button and silver lining on the songbird's outfit became gold, though Astalios did not look the bird in the eye once - he had to keep an eye on the proceeding waltz. 

Whenever he was bored, he usually took a look about the room with the third eye of magic - silver necklaces, golden rings - a golden ribcage caught his eye as unusual, and his eyes lifted back to to meet the visage of the queen of Lazaroth with a skeptical raise of the brow. There were so many obvious metaphors for death in her attire - it was almost as if she was projecting danger about her with purpose, or else simply enjoyed being macabre. Either way, it did not bode well.*

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*A woman who wore a skeleton of gold to a ball clearly was not as interested in the political maneuvering present as she was making a statement. And enemies doing that, well - it was not a fortuitous sign to be so interested in unnerving the competition. She was eyeing him as well, he noticed, and mud-brown eyes stared back into hers, the drow and the half-elf letting gazes meet in skepticism and perhaps interest.

Another obstacle to overcome. But he supposed that was how life worked when you were interested in doing your duty.

His eyes turned back to the stage for the announcement of the idol from the Noteworthy Brotherhood - hopefully, this would be the last performance of this festival, and they could disperse for explanations and detente alike to occur. He crossed his hands behind his back, lacing golden-armored fingers as he waited.*
Tony
As the festival of Sorevelle slowly began to draw to a close, the stars in the sky were shining brightly high above Lucidien. Within the ballroom the glass ceiling above allowed all within to see the beautiful night sky. Strangely enough, given the time of night, the moon seemed to be missing from the sky. Not all may have caught this however, but all would see the stars slowly start to fade away. One by one, each star began to disappear from the the blanket of night. Some believed it was an illusion and gasping in awe, others nervous to understand what was happening. 

Regardless, the performer on stage noticed the strange looks and pointing from the crowd and stopped her song to look up, her eyes widening with confusion. Soon, the sky became empty of any star or light in sight, and instead began to glow a blood red. The ground within the castle would begin to shake, sending terrified guests to the floor or to hang on for anything or anyone they could to stay on their feet.

Strangely enough, the tables and chairs looked to be completely still, as if the tremors only affected the living. Cracks of black lightning struck the sky, the thunder immediately resonating in and outside of the building. If anyone dared try to use magic to stabilize themselves or escape, it would fail. Something was holding everyone at Sorevelle hostage. Soon, a terrifying voice filled the minds of each and every person in Thyseer's castle. The voice itself was deep but feminine, and nearly sounded like nails upon glass. Pain would course through the head of every individual in the castle as the voice invaded their minds.

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As the message ended, four distinct individuals would feel indescribable pain course through their body. Soon, one by one, each of their heads would reel back to the ceiling and bright white light would shoot out from their mouths and eyes. First, Princess Delsandra Qinrel would be effected, followed quickly by Lady Caleesi Scarleth. High upon the balconies above the ballroom floor was Queen Dhakashira Runacri, who too fell victim to whatever attack was happening. Finally, King Astalios Dilitrios would be hit as well, though being last allowed him to witness the other three before he too joined them.

All four were left in this state for varying times, all four seeing their very own vision played out before them as if it were real before falling to the ground wherever they were. Dhakashira had seemingly struck out of luck, as she fell unconscious while leaning over the balcony above the ballroom. The fall would be nasty, but likely wouldn't kill her, though thankfully it seemed someone would be quick enough to catch her. For now, each were stuck in their own minds, witnessing a different vision between the four of them.

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*Astalios would awaken to an eerily similar feeling, one of pure dread. There the king stood in a field of green grass, the sky filled with stars and moon shining as bright as ever. A comet began to fly across the void, but quickly disappeared with a flash. Where it had once been, a terrifying red dot took its place. Unlike before when Astalios first had this vision, the dot was much larger. Less of a pinprick and more significant. It was a terrifying eye. One that looked as though it had seen a trillion deaths, eating billions of souls and whatever it looked upon would surely submit to its terror. The iris flickered to Astalios, and soon the Iron King was brought to his knees. A voice so deep, guttural and horrific invaded his mind, tearing and clawing at his brain.*

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Soon, Astalios would awaken back in Thyseer's ballroom, though the scene around him was of pure chaos. Lords and ladies alike were screaming and holding their heads in pain, others running for their lives out of the ballroom. Looking around, Delsandra, Caleesi and Dhakashira were all still unconscious. Lord Lysanthir Olagwyen was at Caleesi's side, catching her before her head smacked into the marble. Dhakashira had been thankfully caught by Lord Corinthian when she must have stumbled over the railing of the balcony. A guard was at Princess Delsandra's side and trying his best to wake her, but to no avail.

*Floating high above Lucidien, Delsandra would open her eyes to a purely beautiful sight. Below rest the planet, but above were the stars. She was high enough to see both Solaris and Lunam in their rounds around Lucidien, but soon this vision of purity would begin to melt away. The twin Gods began to fall, and the stars that once danced around them began bursting into flames. One by one, the flames grew bright enough until they started falling to the earth. Entire castles fell, the ground itself became a lake of fire, and soon the sky was empty save for a single, red, star. A feeling of great aching and pain would come over the princess, before finally she too awoke from her terrible vision.*

Delsandra would awaken to a handful of guards surrounding her, and when they saw she was conscious they all began to help her upward. She too would see Queen Dhakashira and Lady Scarleth unconscious, though it was clear she had fallen over the balcony given she was now being held by a man on the floor of the ballroom; Lord Corinthian. Astalios was fully awake, though she did not know who all had been knocked unconscious. Only two remained, and Dhakashira's vision would be next.

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*The shortest and arguably the most tame, Dhakashira would be washed up onto a beach of black sand and ash. Coughing and sputtering water from the sea, looking back out the queen would see countless ships poking out from the waters surface and twice as many jagged rocks. Turning back to face land, the dark elf would be greeted with a rather foreboding sight. Mountains that clawed at the skies all black with ash and soot. Smoke and embers began floating down from the sky, and soon one of the mountains began to erupt with fire and lava. The searing red substance began to rush down the side of the mountain toward Dhakashira, and as it washed over her pain unlike any other she had ever felt coursed through her veins. For just a moment before she woke up, a terrifying roar emonated from the volcano, as if a beast within was what caused the eruption.*

Waking up, Dhakashira would see the hym that had haunted her, its laughter filling her ears and not allowing her to hear anything that her dear Corinthian was saying as he held her upward. The hym would lurch forward before tearing a hole into her head to crawl back into her mind, though of course only Ashira would see this. Around her, King Astalios and Princess Delsandra were collecting themselves, but it was only dear Lady Caleesi Scarleth that was left unconscious, and the worst vision had yet to come.

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*Perhaps it was her powerful magic or simply just fate being cruel, but Caleesi's vision would feel the most real. The she-elf would open her eyes to a clearing of pure snow. Standing at its center, the sound of something rushing through the snow behind her would cause her to twist around, only to see a snow hare darting away for its life. Soon, the realization that the snow itself was covered in blood would settle in, but before she could run the rabbit would stop and stand on its hind legs. Ears perked up, the hare would turn to look at Caleesi but soon a light would begin to emonate from its chest. Glowing brighter and brighter, the shrills squeals of the rabbit would pierce Caleesi's ears, until the blinding light would force Caleesi to shield her eyes.

Opening them once more, Caleesi would be greeted with a familiar sight. Floating within an empty void, before her was Lucidien, nestled in the hands of a being all knew well. Their hands were made of starlight, and a sense of calm would wash over the she-elf. This calm would soon began to fade however, as the hands that held the world began to melt away, leaving only bone. Eventually, even the bone would start to turn to dust, and Lucidien would begin burning away at itself. Embers, smoke and fire razed the lands. In the distance, far behind the planet was a single red dot, but rather than looking at Lucidien, its gaze was upon Caleesi.*

While Delsandra, Astalios and Dhakashira would all awaken from their visions, Caleesi seemed to be stuck in this limbo. Unconscious on the floor in Lysanthir's arms, the high elf seemed to not show any sign of stirring just yet.
Farah
Enjoying the melody that strung out from the bards lyre, it took a long moment before Caleesi would begin to pick up on the bizarre sky morphing overhead. Hearing first the many whispers and murmurs, Lady Scarleth turned her head to the crowd around her who were pointing up towards the giant glass ceiling. Twisting her neck to see the starless sky, Caleesi's brow furrowed in confusion. *Was this an illusion?* Before she could even process that question, the grandmistress watched as the blanket of night turned into a glowing red sea. With the bard now stopping her tune, fear set into the hearts of many bystanders and guests alike- Caleesi herself whipping her head around to Lysanthir in dread. Before she could get a word out- the ground beneath them began to shake abruptly, giving no time for anyone to brace themselves. Instinctively, the high elf held onto who was closest to her- which just so happened to be the vampire himself. Even as Lysan held his arms around Scarleth, she did her best to support others near her by holding onto their arms or hands. Her eyes frantically scanning the room for King Astalios or his siblings. 
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Screams filled the air, and surely enough people were moving towards any exit doors they could find. A pit filled within the high elf's stomach as she helplessly watched the chaos ensue, but before she could even think of calling out for her King– an unimaginable pain shot to her temples– Making her scream out in agony. Perhaps it was because of the magic that ran through the grandmasters veins that caused her so much more intensity to whatever had infiltrated her mind, but whatever it was certainly took it's time in making sure she felt *Everything.* A voice pierced Caleesi's mind like daggers heading straight for her brain, it's origin unknown, but nevertheless terrifying. As they spoke in riddles, the pain grew stronger, making it nearly impossible to stand up. Through excruciating spasms, Cali fought against the folds of her eyelids to look at her surroundings, noticing that everyone else was experiencing the same feelings. Fear consumed the sorceress completely once she realized she was defenseless against whatever attack was going on... Her magic lost. 
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It was only after the mysterious voice had gone away did the screaming get louder, more terrified than ever. Near the front of the stage where Princess Delsandra was cowering moments earlier, a blood curdling scream could be heard toppling over the rest as a guard was seen rushing to her aid. Contorting backwards as if possessed, the Princess's orange eyes died out into a pale white glow that beamed out of her head. Followed by her agape mouth, the same light emerged from it, making a truly horrifying scene to have witnessed. Gasping for air, Caleesi yelled out for the woman, pushing through the crowd to try and reach her. However, in those few, fleeting moments, Lady scarleth would succumb to the same fate. 

Jerking to a stop, Cali's head tossed backwards as if she was hit with a ton of bricks. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head before they became immersed in a blinding white glow, her mouth falling open in the same fashion. It was almost as if some ungodly force had lifted poor Caleesi's body to contort in such a way, her back bending painfully as she was left to the devices of whatever was holding her captive. On the inside of the woman's mind however.. A new sort of hell would present itself to her. Nothing but a black, cold void surrounded Caleesi after being claimed by the unnamed force. It felt like mere seconds before her eyelids would flutter open, but this was not the ballroom she awakened too, no.. This was a dream. At least, that's what she thought it was...
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The frigid smell of snow bit at the high elf's nose as she came too in a blanket of white. The field she was placed in was unrecognizable for the most part, however Caleesi's eyes didn't stay in one place too long as she was constantly checking around each side of her. Soon, the pitter-patter of animal feet came thumping into the sorceress ears, and as she shifted herself around to see the rabbit that was running through thick trails of snow- Cali paused in utter confusion. She hovered her gaze between the poor creature and where it had come out from, wondering just what it could have been trying to get away from. Waiting a moment, and to no eval, Caleesi turned her attention back to the hare who was now on it's hind legs. There was far too much stress piling up within the councilors chest to understand just what was going on, but part of her felt inclined to step forwards and protect the poor creature. Placing one glass slipper into the tall pile of snow, a gasp slipped from the woman's mouth when the rabbit jerked it's head abnormally to Lady Scarleth. 

Watching it's uncanny movements, the trickle of light forming within it's chest gave an eerie feeling. Caleesi slowly began to pull her foot back to it's original place, her eyes trained upon the animal. Brighter and brighter the light grew, making the pit in the young girl's stomach twist and turn. She noticed the blood vessels and veins that were bleeding through like shadows illuminated by light– and once the screaming started– Cali pressed her hands to her ears, tears swelling in her eyes as she watched in horror. Without warning, the creature exploded, causing Scarleth to throw her hands up and cover her eyes instead. It's blinding light came crashing down onto her like another gravitational pull, only this time Caleesi found herself sucked into a far different experience. 
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Drained by this point, the high elf opened her weary eyes to the sight of her planet. Star struck by the view, and more so the hands that held it, Cali's body quivered by such a vivid picture. While the calm feeling did come to her, swirling it's way into her bones, it would only stay like a short breeze within summer. Whispering through her soul before leaving entirely. Eyeing the giant hands of what she believed was Devinahs, a petrified look would soon mark Caleesi's face as they melted away, even through it's flesh until it was nothing but bone. Down below her feet, flames would erupt upon Lucidien, lines of fire corrupting the lands she once knew and loved so dearly. Opening her mouth, the High Lady let out a terrifying scream, although she was now floating within a void– so nothing came from her throat, not even air. Tears lined along the sorceress' eyes as she tried to thrash around within her mind, the slow gravity showing no mercy to her as she was forced to remain within the same place. 

Overhead a bright red glow broke the horizon line of her burning world, and once Caleesi could make sense of just what she was looking at, her heart fully stopped.

*This was hell. She knew it was.*
Veola
Screams bursted the eardrums of Corinthian who was currently not where he was supposed to be. After leaving his Queen to go have some fun around the castle, the Spy Lord took that time to scout out the Thyseer castle itself. Music faintly echoed through the walls as he made his rounds, becoming familiar and accustomed to each nook and cranny should he find himself back here upon a later date. However, Just as the sounds of terror had broke his concentration, Corinthian wasted no time hightailing it back to the ballroom. 

Upon teleporting into the scene, the first thing the eledrin saw was the crimson red shadow that lingered overhead. His eyes narrowed into the crowd where Lysanthir was getting pushed and shoved around by frantic guests. Though, when Corin didn't see his Queen, a sense of dread filled his chest. Scanning the room, Corinthian would search for Ashira. He knew far too well of her distaste for bustling crowds, and the fear that she would lose control was imminent. Before the Cruel Lord could get far however, an intense pain jabbed against his head– crippling him for a short period of time as a voice infiltrated his mind. Groaning in pain, Corin braced himself against the balcony, his pupiless eyes void of any magic within them. With the guests growing more and more on edge, it would be hard to seek out his party members no doubt. But just as the voice in his head died down and the sorcerer was able to regain control of himself, a new problem would show itself. 
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The bloody scream that rang out above all the others pulled the High Lord's attention to the stage, where he saw in full view Princess Delsandra strung about like some sort of puppet on spirits strings. His mouth now agape, Corinthian's grip upon the stone railing tightened. *Just what was going on here?* Soon, the woman that Lysanthir was holding broke free from his grasp and fell into a parallel state of shock along with Delsandra, making the put within the Spy Masters stomach grow deeper. Numerous people stampeded past Corin as he tried to stand back on his feet- His loud voice shouting out to his Queen in hopes she would find him. "Dhakashira! Where are you?!" Staggering over the crowd, Corinthian scoured his eyes from head to head, desperately looking for the dark elf's pale colored dress. Although the eladrin was still on the same second level story just as Ashira was, he was a good distance away from the Queen. Beams of light that sprouted in three touched the sky, and soon many bodies would despurse away from it's source. Corinthians eyes shot to the commotion, the sight of his queen paralyzing him. 
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Chills coated the man's skin, the air knocking from his lungs as he realized it was truly her that was being corrupted by whatever source of this magical attack that was at play. There was no time to think for Corinthian however, as he began *Violently* Pushing people out of his way to get to her. The light that poured from her eyes and mouth had started to flicker dimly, and soon her body began to topple forwards. Bursting into a full sprint, the High Lord's heart raced straight out of his chest. Teeth gritting as he pumped his legs faster and faster. In those nail biting seconds, Dhakashira's body fell completely limp– her torso sliding off the railing as she was sent falling head first. Corinthian let out a broken scream, spit flinging from his mouth. "**ASH!!**" Without as so much a thought, Corin leaped from the balcony after her, his arms outstretched and ready for the brutal impact as the pair were sent into the ground below. 
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A massive **CRASH** Hit the ground, followed by the rolling sounds of glass as debris before it had all cleared away. Kneeling upon the ground sat Corinthian, his chest reeling with heavy pants as he cradled his Queen in his arms. Luckily she came out unscathed, although for her councilor, Corin knew he had broken *Something.* However, there was too much adrenaline pumping through his body to care- Dhakashira was all he had time to focus on. Skimming his eyes over the woman's body, Corinthian gently shook his Queen as he spoke out softly to her. "Ash.. Dhakashira- Wake up..." Watching as her lifeless body gave no reaction, Corin's nose scrunched up in disbelief as he shook her again, and again.. "Come on damn it.. Wake up!" Panting harder, the Spy Master began to shake his head. The thought of losing Ashira was not an option, and Corin who had never been vulnerable in his life– Pleaded for the first time in years. "H.. Help! SOMEBODY GET ME SOME HELP OVER HERE!"