<div class="floatleft">(http://www.ukrockfestivals.com/green-moon.jpg) </div><strong>The evening breeze was cool as the fat moon of Green Weeping gazed down from the sky, blotting out it's darker cousin.  It was the Firstday of the Waxing, the time when autumn really began to sink it's claws into the land.  It was still warm enough, and as most crops were brought in and even for the common and poor, it was a time of celebrations.  Of festivities.  Of Change.  For it was said that Weeping Moon brought great change before winter calmed all.  The whole city seemed to be holding it's breath, the colored lanterns burning bright and still in the windless air.  All was still, waiting for change.</strong><br/><br/><em>...accelerate beyond this history that's to be known, regardless of time... /missing paragraphs/ ...What's going on... /missing paragraphs/ ...lost and missing...<br/>/missing paragraph/ /missing paragraph/ ...without any hope of shelter... /missing paragraph/ ...From beyond the World shadows invade... /missing paragraph/ ...destined to stop them with our lives...<br/>...great Vermilion wings, spanning the horizon... /missing paragraph/ ...always treading the borderland... /missing paragraph/ ...endless infinity on a barren ground.../</em><br/>-The compleat chroniclum de prophesii Sacrafel.<br/>*Addendum:<br/><em>The hell that's a complete chronicle of anything, much less prophecies.  There are blatant empty spots on the thing, whole sentences and paragraphs missing.  To start with, interpreting prophecy is always near impossible, as it's exceedingly hard to separate the legit phrases from the insane scribbles most prophets seem to spew out most of the time, drowning their real prophecies in floods of gibberish.  However, I once glimpsed a different House's edition of the chronicle briefly, and it obviously had different phrases missing!  This might be something to investigate further...</em><br/>-An unnamed Amman scholar, who disappeared mysteriously a few days after writing this in his journal.<br/><br/>________________________________________________<br/><br/>The evening air was crisp and clean-smelling as the various carriages pulled up to Keep Leonid's front gates, which were brightly lit with a tasteful combination of colored lanterns and magical ones.  As the carriages rolled to a stop near the long carpeting leading to the keep proper, footmen were waiting to help nobles out of their carriages and to escort them inside.  It wouldn't do for a lord or lady to trip on their excessive clothing and break something, after all.<br/><br/>The large open front gates of the Keep were solid iron-shod oak, nearly a feet thick and quite solid looking.  No wonder the noble houses of the High Nobles were said to be able to withstand sieges without troubles.  Indeed, in the past there had been several inter-House wars withing the city.  Those nearly always caused severe damage to the city itself as well as the lower classes.  The nobles didn't give a fig about that, but the damages to their property was usually incentive enough to keep them in check, not to mention the combined might the Council of Lords could bring to bear on the transgressors.<br/><br/>This season's fashion seemed to run towards highly distinctive color schemes and many layers of clothing, especially on the women.  They were like bright, garish flowers among the simply dressed footmen and servants.  The occasional slave was seen as well, toiling after their master, taking care of things.  Just inside the massive doors leading to the inside of the keep and it's main ballroom, a few guards seemed to be engaged in a quiet conversation, something in their body language indicated it was a subdued subject.  They were off enough from the main venue to keep from attracting attention or frowns from the guests, but still, they were notable if one had an eye for trouble.<br/><br/>The party was just starting, and the band could be heard performing some sort of catchy tune on the inside, probably to inspire dancing among the nobles.  The bright lights, seductive gowns and masculine uniforms and suits, throbbing music.  The heat was just revving up, the evening entertainment only now chomping at the bit for a start.  One could lose themselves in the sexy, festive atmosphere, and indeed, that was the favorite pasttime of most nobles.<br/><br/>(OOC: Yeah, it's finally here!  The game is on.  This is the Noble side thread, which for the moment consists of mainly Zaer's and Elven Sex Goddess's characters at current time.  This will likely change.)