Michael
**Lady Surany Torok**
*Grunewald Castle, Taemar*

As people begun to slowly filter into the hall, Surany gazed around, taking in a lot of information. For example, the dress on the woman with the Pirate King? Simply exquisite. If she found the time the girl was most certainly going to ask where the beauty had had her outfit made. Oh, and there was also the Pirate King. Now that was a man Surany was not the most familiar with, but his title was most certainly known by her family. Anyone who was somewhat involved with the water trade was important to keep an eye on, and this man was practically a part of the family with the information they had gathered of him (of course, more like a distant cousin. That weird one everyone knew of, but not exactly inviting to the more important balls and such). 

Shaking her head, she took in the other royal and important officials in her presence for the night. How on this continent King Gregor had gotten this variety of people here, she did not know. But the noblewoman had to give him credit; it was not a terribly boring party. Although, at the sight of the musicians and mind-numbing minor music, she was beginning to take that back. And it wasn't like the wine was helping her in any way. Dear gods, this blood wine was horrendous! She honestly was drinking it to be polite, but she couldn't bear another glass of this stuff. 

Funny enough, as the glass was raised to her lips again, her slow sipping was jerkily interrupted by the sudden *Crash* Towards a table. Whipping her head, Surany almost choked on the entire gulp in her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at the figure of a male. And was then bombarded by his overzealous screeching. Taking a moment to collect herself, the Lady swallowed back the awful alcohol, as well as swallowing back her urge to laugh. Oh gods, he was definitely interesting. Surany made another mental note to try and get to know that stranger. He surely knew how to entertain.

Suddenly, a female voice whispered to her, and she immediately recognized that voice. Losing her composure, Surany whipped around, a smile wide upon her face. "Bella! You made it!" Excited (and very fucking relieved) her arms embraced her hand-maiden tightly, making sure to leave room for the gowns to breathe. Satisfied, she scanned the other, an intense look in her blue eyes. "Yes, oh yes, my dear blue is certainly your color. And those roses! I am very glad we have gone the nature-theme. Come, we must have some real fun!" And with those words, a new bottle of wine miraculously appeared in her hands, the cork popping off loudly. Not caring, she begun to pour the family wine into her empty glass, while nodding to the other's glass. "Now this is real alcohol. I thought I was going to die without you Bella, truly. I mean, minor key? Who thinks minor key is okay for drinking? Do I look like a noblewoman married to a boar of a man, stuck with more kids than I could ever want, and also have to suffer in a drafty castle without ever feeling pleasures?" Winking, Surany added "And we both know what pleasures I truly mean."
Shelly
Charity Lane
Grunewald Castle, Vallen

Charity misjudged the amount of time to eat a light snack before the feast. She wanted to ensure that she had eaten just enough such that she could eat minimally at the feast to still appear as a grateful guest. It was due to the odd feeling she had of the feast that she took this approach, the feeling that came about from the already presumed mad King of Taemar suddenly inviting everybody to a feast after the 'Blood Breed' was murdered infront of him. Charity would now need to rush in order to make it to the feast before the doors closed.

The Queen chose one of her simpler fancy dresses for this occasion: a dark moss green dress with golden trim. It hugged her torso and showed off her femininity, but became loose after the waist allowing her the freedom of movement she so often desired in her dresses. She donned this dress after a quick bath, and made her way by carriage to the castle. When she arrived at the castle she could tell the party was already in full swing, but the castle servants were still outside checking for council members and attendees, they announced her arrival, "Queen Charity Lane"

Charity saw many familiar faces upon her arrival, from close relationships like Anyanka Durkhan, to those she more or less distrusted like Bradai Maith. Most, if not all, of the familiar faces were other council members and their courts.
Kevin
Danico Felrantres
Castle Grunwald 
Vallen, Taemar.

"No, thank you." The alchemist waved away one of the female servers carrying around plates of drink, who awkwardly approached him with his mask still raised, unsure just how to approach the man. "I don't drink." 

"Uh- sure." She shyly replied with a nod, moving on from Danico to another as he stood silently on his own, a small cloud of fragrant, spice smelling smoke slowly building above from the herbs and flowers burning inside the mask. He clutches his side momentarily, breathing heavily as the sudden wave of pain subsides. *"Magic.."* He mutters to himself, scanning the room for what or who could be the culprit as the jade necklace hanging from his neck begins to glow in short, rapid succession. "Yes, yes I know." The alchemist seemingly replies to the stone, quiet and inconspicuous enough so that no one could hear or see him.

Danico chuckles quietly at king Mercurio's little scene, raises an eyebrow at the odd little *Girl.. Boy.. Thing* In the pink dress cutting themself and remarking a quiet *"...Fuck"* As Queen Anyanka makes an appearance- two people who would *Not* Be happy to see him had now made themselves present. *"Please make this night go quick."* Danico jested to himself as if he actually believed in a god.
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Grunewald Castle, Valen

"I couldn't leave you alone at such an event" She replied as Surany's arms embraced her "Oh you think so? I usually go for darker colors, but not matching with that magnificent gown of yours would have been a horrible mistake, my Lady"

She gladly accepted the wine being offered to her, taking a look around as the crimson liquid filled her glass. Kings, queens, lords and ladies... The room was filled with royalty and nobility from all corners of the map, if she didn't find what she needed here she wouldn't find it ever in her life.

Among the people, she spotted a man with a peculiar mask. Could that be... He went out of her sight in the blink of an eye. Did that little swamp man send an acolyte?

"Dying? Oh you're exaggerating my Lady..." Bella almost choked in her drink, as she took a sip at the same time Surany made such a comment. She brought the side of her hand to her lips, not so subtly trying to hide a chuckle.

"I don't think any of them even know about those pleasures anymore"

Lady Anna Barrmount
Grunewald Castle, Valen

She entered the dining hall, alone this time. She usually hated feasts, even though little to no attention fell on her; but now? She was in a room full of nobility and royalty, covered in mud, dirt and sweat, with travel clothes and a worn coat, and her hair a mess. Sibyl would have killed her.

She stayed at one corner of the room, taking a deep breath as she surveyed the place. How would she be able to ask for help, who did she have to ask? She barely knew the attendees names... Why didn't she pay attention to all the democratic chatter of her sister?!

So many faces all around, so much noise, all while Vyvain stayed at the Iron Plaines. Would she be back on time? 
*Dun dun, dun dun, dun dum*, her heart drummed in her ears. 

*"You can do it, come on, you promised, you can do it"* She thought to herself.

Anna's stomach growled, it had been two days at least since she last ate. Would food be served soon, she surely hoped so.
John
**King Dennon Bigsby
Grunewald Castle**

Dennon saw a woman in filthy clothes enter the dining hall and was silently thankful, hoping the blood wouldn't stand out as much should he legs be exposed if someone even more disheveled was present.