Her voice lulling, Css. Mlle. Vatul d'Noceur, of the Danse Macabre says, "With little preparation
before me, I have decided to place before you a variation of a classical Magnagoran waltz. Something,
that I have been fiddling with for some time."
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** The Wargames in the Klangratch Tournies will begin in 1 minute! **
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Avechna the Avenger declares that the Wargames shall commence immediately! May the most skilled team
win!
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Vatul offers a slight curtsey to those in attendance, before taking a long inhale as she notably
tunes the fine-stringed instrument in her grasp.
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Vatul grazes her nails across the strings, beginning to idly pluck among them. The hollow body of
the violin making such sound reminiscent of rain drops against dusty earth. She keeps this up for a
while, before playing a stiff melody, classically Magnagoran - full of ornamental trills and turns
that keep it pleasant. Not to say that it is boring, rather, that it is simply is an air of elegance.
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Gavriel d'Vanecu shifts to the edges of the gathering to allow Vatul the floor. Utterly still, cup
in hand, he listens.
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(The Midnight Pearl): You say, "I love your writing style, Vat."
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Then, after several bought of the melody repeating, Vatul changes the pace by diverging the key of
the song, moving it forward with bow-lift after bow-lift. Expertly technical, it seems to take on a
playful melding of cultural influences almost as if it was daring the audience to pick out which
layer upon layer had begun to flourish more than the other. At last, taking no more of this, the
young viscanti lady whips the bow across its lowest strings, hemming and hawing into another mode of
the initial melody.
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(The Midnight Pearl): Vatul says, "Thank you, I wrote this in five minutes!"
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Vatul slowly runs her bow along the strings of her violin, the wavering sound like rich, dark waves
of sensual sweetness built upon exotic notes that thrum wildly to the beat of something distant and
rather alien. Even in this small venue, it fills the room with a strange resonance with vibrations
that rouse even the darkest of things to stir and delight at the song.
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Kailanna sets her cup down and leans back in her chair, listening intently.
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Esca hefts his belongings and nods sharply, gazing about with the eyes of an experienced traveler.
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Vatul presses her fingers hard against the head of the violin, strings bending to her will as she
tears from the instrument delightful airs - lost in the depths of a song of calling or longing. It
is not mournful, merely like a blossom upon a funeral pyre, burning and smouldering in a humid,
acrid breeze. Her bow moves sinuously, as she plays echo upon echo, never ceasing.
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The Iron Key to the Infernal Machine clicks and clanks with a cacophony of mechanical noises, a
trickle of crimson blood streaming from one of the eye sockets for a moment.
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A small wrinkle appears upon Vatul's brow as she continues, her fingers dancing, bow hand aching as
the strains of the song billow outwards with shuddering arrays of brilliant melodies - the wavering
of incense upon a foggy day, the dance of the nightingale, the hunt of the nighthawk, the profound
tortuous moments of loneliness all echoing down to one, solemn call. All countering the three-
fourths time of the waltz-fragments whirling in and out.
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(The Midnight Pearl): You say, "It reminds me of the eight poster bed."
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(The Midnight Pearl): You say, "I had a joke but forgot it."
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Vatul's eyes gently fall closed in a trance-like embrace of her own making, resonating with the
sound of the aphotic violin. The faint whisper of the bow resting against strings slowly melting
into a warmer, easier melody for the ear to divulge spattered with dusty fragments of the fugue that
she had called upon before.
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Esca n'Lochli sits stock still in his seat, tea cup frozen a few centimeters from its saucer as he
stares intently off into the distance, his head cocked in Vatul's direction.
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An angular sitting room.
Tucked into the back corner here, this chamber is oddly shaped. High sloping ceilings give the
impression of space, making up for the narrow, bent aspect of the room itself, which is fashioned
into many nooks and alcoves from being fit around the other rooms and stairwells on this floor. An
ironwork staircase leads to a narrow balcony that encircles the upper reaches of the chamber,
swathes of silken swags twisted around the iron railing to give an air of lush opulence to the
sitting room. There are 6 regal chairs of carved mahogany here. The baroque elegance of a nearby
divan lends an air of decadence and formality to the room. Elegantly carved, a light oak tea table
is here, ready to serve. A piece of cheesecake has been dropped here, oozing with caramel and
granulated salt. There are 2 dainty vanilla and strawberry-buttercream tea cakes here. A Delportian
vanilla cup cake topped with roasted coconut flakes has been left here. There are 2 petite caramel
pecan cup cakes here. A tea cake flecked with lavender sits on a tiny plate here. There are 2 slice
of orange fudge cheesecakes here. There are 4 lime jelly cheesecakes crowned with coconut cream here.
There are 22 elegant dishes of raspberry ice cream here. There are 8 dainty, white tea cups with a
silvered brim here. There are 2 luscious lamb kebabs here. Trooper Kalas Iosen, Trainee Third Class
sits here upon a regal chair of carved mahogany. Gavriel d'Vanecu, of Intrinsic Ire is here. He
wields a pair of diamond shears in his left hand and a short, viscera-laden flensing whip in his
right. Rideta sits here upon a regal chair of carved mahogany, pondering thoughtfully. She wields a
blighted symbol of pestilence in her left hand. Css. Mlle. Vatul d'Noceur, of the Danse Macabre sits
here upon a regal chair of carved mahogany. She wields a charming violin hewn from aphotic willow in
her right hand. Heresiarch Esca n'Lochli, Count of the Dominion sits here upon a regal chair of
carved mahogany. He wields a blighted symbol of pestilence in his right hand. Mystagogue Kailanna
n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals sits here upon a regal chair of carved mahogany. She wields a bloody
symbol of pain in her left hand and a barbed whip in her right.
You see a single exit leading west.
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These faithful of the Divine Order of Drocilla, the Enchantress are online:
Pectus (Outer Circle)
Css. Mlle. Vatul d'Noceur, of the Danse Macabre (Outer Circle)
Gavriel d'Vanecu, of Intrinsic Ire (Outer Circle)
Mystagogue Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals (Outer Circle)
There are 4 mortals in your Circle (and below) on this Plane and 0 on other Planes.
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Sooner than later, the song of Countess Vatul comes to a gentle end as her fingers wander upwards
across the string-board to reach a final warbling note, sliding downwards into the lower strings to
perform a winsome turn of unresolved notes that abruptly end - fading out like sunlight against
agitated dust. The sweetness of the melody's unfolding ripped away, before it could be given.
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Vatul lowers her dark lashes to the ground as takes one step back in a manicured flourish that
sweeps her the skirt of her gown around her with effortless grace. With a stiff back, she nearly
appears to graze the ground, her swan-like neck lifted in serene mien as she waits in poised silence.
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Your motto may not be greater than 55 characters in length.
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Rideta closes her eyes as she listens, head swaying gently from side to side in cadence with the
rhythm as it ends. With a sudden start, she stands and brings her crimson hands together in vigorous
applause.
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Rideta gets up off a regal chair of carved mahogany.
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Kailanna applauds lightly, lips curving in a pleased smile.
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Rideta Feyranti, of the Gaping Maw says, "That was beautiful."
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Exotic, heady fragrances of pungent cinnamon and myrrh tickle your senses, mixing with a slick, oily
aroma.
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Gavriel sets aside his cup for a round of quiet applause. "Lovely, Aois-Dana, as is typical of your
work."
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