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Jastatos 27, 5120 Competition

Hosted by Ianthra Nishaye Nalfein at Ebon Gate 2020 on Caligos Isle. Categories for this year's competition are Best Animal, Most Elegant, Most Creative, and Spookiest.

Introduction

[Merchant Lounge, Alcove]
Canvas sheets are strung across the ceiling of the small alcove, the bright indigo and silver fabric providing a protective screen against the elements. Small pockets in the walls house candles that illuminate the area at all times of the day and night. Several chairs are arranged in loose circles throughout the space. Also here: Birch Guardian Akenna, Patriarch Eruheran, Brave Soul Maevie, Yukito, Cimmorina, Kalaine, Barrister Faerinn, Jaysehn, Phanna, Lady of Manor Katara, Lady Alisette, Bbee, Rozy, Lady Ianthra
Obvious exits: southeast

Ianthra says, "I'm going to give people just another couple of minutes to get here. Then I will go over instructions one more time, then we will begin."

Ianthra says, "Okay right now I have Rozy, Alisette, Bbee, Phanna, Katara, Jaysehn, Kalaine, Maevie, Akenna, and Yukito."

Ianthra asks, "Anyone else need to be added to that?"

Speaking to Ianthra, Faerinn says, "And Faerinn."

Ianthra says, "Okay."

Giantphang exclaims, "Mel will be the most fancy dress!"

Giantphang waves a dead but elegantly clad warfly around.

Ianthra says, "Rozy, Alisette, Bbee, Phanna, Katara, Jaysehn, Kalaine, Maevie, Akenna, Yukito, Faerinn, and Giantphang's Warfly."

Ianthra asks, "Anyone else at all?"

Ianthra says, "I have some rules and information I want to go over."

Ianthra says, "The presentations should be 1 to 2 minutes in length. If you go over that, I will cut you off."

Ianthra says, "At the end of your presentation, please tell us what you are supposed to be."

Ianthra says, "And then whisper to me letting me know you are done."

Ianthra says, "Winners will be selected for most creative, most elegant, best animal, and spookiest."

Ianthra says, "I will do general alterations, lightening, or deepening for winners. I also can provide fully embellished metallic or Vanishing Point gowns, or 40 use nail polish."

Ianthra exclaims, "Not everyone will get a prize, but it's appreciated that you came out for the event!"

Moraye adds, "And I'll provide general verbal congratulations and appreciation."

Speaking to Ianthra, Moraye whispers aloud, "I can say nice things to all of them. I have an unlimited supply!"

Ianthra says, "Please be respectful to other people while they're presenting, as well."

Ianthra says, "With all that said, we're going to begin."

Speaking to Rozy, Ianthra says, "You're first."

Entry #1: Rozy the duck

You see Rozy.
She appears to be a Burghal Gnome.
She is incredibly tiny in stature and has a dainty-sized body. She appears to be extremely young. She has large, twinkling copper-haloed bile green eyes and freckled purple-sheened skin. She has long, ringleted void black hair arranged in tousled, slightly uneven pigtails and disheveled bangs that slide into her eyes. She has a delightfully pert nose and an upturned mouth.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a bright yellow fuzzy hat sporting shiny fake eyes attached to wobbly springs, an absurdly poofy yellow feathered jacket with huge wing-shaped sleeves, a yellow silk blouse, some skin-tight orange striped leggings sporting a fuzzy yellow tail attached to the rear, and a pair of resplendent orange boots with floppy covers shaped like duck feet.

Rozy exclaims, "Quack!"

Rozy skips around in a happy little circle.

(Rozy traces a finger over her hat, making the springs wobble and the fake googly eyes stare this way and that.)

Rozy nods slowly.

Rozy sagely says, "Quack."

Rozy ponders.

Rozy skips in a circle around Ianthra.

(Rozy waddles around and nearly trips over her large floppy duck feet.)

Rozy suddenly stumbles for no apparent reason.

(Rozy wiggles her bottom, causing the fuzzy yellow tail to flop about amusingly.)

Rozy exclaims, "QUACK!"

Rozy preens and gives herself a quick once-over, then strikes a pose that is perhaps supposed to be impressive.

Speaking to Ianthra, Rozy says, "Quack."

Rozy curtsies.

Rozy plops down to the ground in a sitting position.

Rozy gawks at Katara.

Rozy tosses back her head and runs her fingers through her hair.

Speaking to Rozy, Moraye compliments, "You are both cute and fuzzy."

Ianthra laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Rozy hoots excitedly at Moraye and runs around flapping her arms in the air.

Giantphang asks, "That whyfor you keep is say quack ton lot the time?"

Rozy reaches out and touches her feathered jacket.

Rozy nods vigorously at Ianthra!

Speaking to Alisette, Ianthra exclaims, "You're up!"

Entry #2: Alisette the faerie

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Drawing her left leg behind her right, Alisette briefly dips into a respectful curtsy before Ianthra and bows her head.

Alisette turns around.

Alisette turns around.

Alisette appears to lose some internal strength.

Alisette becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.

Alisette reaches out and touches her faerie mask.

With a firm grasp, Alisette tugs on the edge of her gossamer jacket, and a pair of garnet-hued organza wings unfolds from the back of the garment.

(Alisette rolls her head down,and folds her arms as if curling into a little ball.)

Alisette rolls her shoulders forward, and the garnet-hued organza wings on her gossamer jacket flutter gently.

(Alisette unfolds her arms and lifts her eyes to the heavens as a smile only Faeries can induce spreads across her face.)

Alisette tugs on the edge of her gossamer jacket, and the attached garnet-hued organza wings bounce playfully.

(Alisette begins to lightly dance around the quay. Faster and faster she dances until suddenly, amidst the twinkle of Faerie dust, she is dancing on air!)

(Alisette flutters over to Eruheran and waves her wings gently at him, causing the breeze to muss his hair.)

(Alisette continues to gracefully dance past you, rising higher and higher, with the whisper of a soft giggle escaping her lips now and then.)

Alisette tugs on the edge of her gossamer jacket, and the attached garnet-hued organza wings bounce playfully.

(Alisette just as suddenly as she rose in the air, she lights on the ground and winks at you.)

Alisette softly says, "It's just a little Faerie dust, you see..."

Alisette rolls her shoulders forward and bows, forcing the garnet-hued organza wings to splay elegantly across the back of her gossamer jacket.

Alisette winks.

Alisette sashays about with a contented look on her face.

Speaking to Alisette, Moraye compliments, "Very lovely wings."

Ianthra opens her journal and adds a few lines of script. She closes it swiftly and scans the crowd.

Speaking to Bbee, Ianthra exclaims, "You're up!"

Alisette giggles.

Entry #3: Bbee the dragonbbee

You see Bbee the Ravager.
He appears to be a Malghava Halfling.
He is tiny. He appears to be very young. He has thick-lashed sea green eyes and rosy skin. He has a shaven head of titian hair pinned back on one side with a tri-petaled snowy white trillium. He has a plump face, a small nose and protruding ears. A smattering of freckles dot his nose and cheeks. He has a fake-looking white beard.
He has old battle scars on his left arm.
He is holding a fuzzy striped toy bumblebee in his right hand and a golden honeycomb in his left hand.
He is wearing a battered bronze bascinet boasting brilliant blue boar bristles, a diamond-set platinum headband, an engraved peridot earcuff, a dragonsbreath sapphire mouse earring, a dirt-caked pink dreamstone medallion, an onyx-beaded white suede neckpouch, a crystal amulet, some emerald green robes, a long grey wool cloak lined with black leather, some emerald velvet dragon wings, a silver gremlock-shaped pin, some onyx hair ornaments wreathed in black frigatebird feathers, a pewter and red dreamstone stickpin, a light green cotton bandana, a verdigris green vest, a cushion-cut star emerald clasp, a onyx-inlaid black leather thigh-sheath, an inky black bandana, a pair of fake titian eyebrows stained with glowing blue ectoplasm, a maple aegis, a dusty deep black pack, some silver silk robes pinned with niveous jade, a honey yellow shirt, a knitted pale yellow and black sweater, some emerald green vultite greaves, a wiregrass bracelet, a kelp-covered silver-plated wrist pouch, a simple blued steel wristchain, a loosely woven wrist-cuff of white passionflowers and flaming violets, some crimson suede handwraps studded with black jade, a silver dragon-embossed ring, a sun-etched gold ring, an enruned amber ring, a jade-buckled grey leather belt, an enruned verdigrised bell dangling from an electrum chain, an archaic urglaes reliquary, a smooth black spidersilk dart pouch, a glittering diamond-dusted satchel, a gossamer web bag, a fur-lined suede loincloth, some emerald green iron greaves, an intricately woven anklet of luckbloom blossoms and yellow sapphire beads, a twining rose vine anklet, some grey wool socks with a silvery lace fringe, and some argent leather sandals inset with silver-swept jade.

Bbee says, "I am the unfortunate joining of a dragon abnd a bbee."

Bbee turns around.

Bbee turns around.

Bbee says, "I am a green and bbblue speckled velvet winged, lace footed dragon bbbee."

Bbee licks the honeycomb, dribbling the sticky stuff down his chin. Messy person!

Bbee licks the honeycomb, dribbling the sticky stuff down his chin. Messy person!

Bbee turns his honeycomb from side to side, admiring the golden color (and trying to find the least-messy spot from which to take a bite). Seeing a likely area Bbee can no longer contain himself....

Bbee takes a bite of his golden honeycomb.

Rozy giggles.

Bbee skips in a circle around Rozy.

Bbee skips in a circle around Rozy.

Bbee says, "Bzzzzzzzzzz."

Speaking to Bbee, Rozy responds, "Quack!"

Bbee exclaims, "Pollinatin!"

Rozy flutters her eyelashes.

Bbee bounces around happily.

Asben gazes heavenward.

Giantphang crosses his eyes.

Rozy sneezes loudly!

Bbee says, "Done."

Ianthra flips open her journal and scribbles off a few notes.

Speaking to Phanna, Ianthra says, "Your turn."

Speaking to Bbee, Moraye compliments, "The honey looked very tasty."

Entry #4: Phanna, the Ice Queen Issyldra

You see Phanna Green the Icebringer.
She appears to be a Human.
She is of a slight height and has an hourglass figure. She appears to have come of age. She has shadowed void black eyes and lightly tanned, almond-hued skin. She has sleek, cobalt-swept deep cerulean hair parted to the side and pinned back with a multitude of silver filigree hairpins dangling tiny snow white pearl charms. She has a silvery marbrinus mask bearing a pattern of indigo hoarfost covering the upper half of her face. The naturally dignified cast to her features manifests as the quintessence of refinement. She has shimmering wintry blue lacquer brushed onto her tapered fingernails.
Softly flickering constellations of light are traced across her form.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a silver latticework gorget framing a limpid dark indigo tidal pearl, a gathered flyrsilk capelet fastened with a thin chain, a rhimar blue damask gown weft-woven with complex silver snowflake patterns, and some narrow pearl-beaded indigo damask slippers.

Phanna smiles demurely and takes a few steps forward, letting the full skirts of her snowflake-adorned gown trail in her wake.

Phanna says, "Thank you."

Phanna fluffs out the damask skirt of her gown with a carelessly graceful gesture.

Phanna's fingertips trail over the edge of her marbrinus mask as her lips twitch up in an enigmatic smile.

Phanna says, "Tonight, I am dressed as the Ice Queen Issyldra, who brought the Witch Winter to the western lands five centuries ago."

Phanna runs a hand through her sleek cobalt-swept deep cerulean hair, trying to make herself presentable.

A thin layer of frost spreads across Phanna's skin as she incants an arcane phrase...

(Phanna pauses mid-cast, then abruptly waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.)

Phanna says, "The Kindom of Hendor fell to her frigid winter, which lasted nearly five years while she ruled from her fortress of Rimefast."

Phanna pirouettes gracefully, causing the skirts of her gown to flare outward in a billow of damask.

Ianthra turns an inquisitive ear toward Phanna.

Phanna says, "It was only through the combined powers of an artifact from the Tehir and the legendary sword Searswathe of the Anodheles that Issyldra finally fell - and spring returned."

The long, damask skirts of Phanna's elegant gown puddle around her feet as she sinks into a curtsy low enough to honor royalty.

Phanna smiles.

Speaking to Phanna, Ianthra says, "Thank you. A thoughtful costume."

Speaking to Phanna, Moraye compliments, "I am sympathetically cold. Also, educated."

Ianthra writes smoothly in her journal and then flicks over to a new page.

Speaking to Katara, Ianthra says, "Your turn."

Entry #5: Katara the angel

You see Lady of Manor Katara Stormwild the Master Painter.
She appears to be a Sylvankind.
She appears to be very young. She has long-lashed, haunting gold-flecked emerald green eyes and silky, faintly blushed lily white skin. She has long, lustrous golden blonde hair cascading past her shoulders with graduated pale to dark rose tones at the ends. She has a delicate face, a button nose and gracefully arched, upswept ears that end in delicately tapered points. She has a petite figure with a subtle, hourglass shape. She has full, lush, naturally red lips. A dark rose stormcloud diamond is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling pink sheen across her face.
She has a series of brilliant pink diamond roses embraced by emerald leaves set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, and an entangled rosevines tattoo with dark pink blossoms of varying sizes on her ankle.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a battered blackened halo, some singed grey silk angel wings, some diaphanous mist grey robes scorched down the back in a bolt pattern, a chiffon-skirted mist grey gown blackworked along the bodice, a silk-corded crystal orb, a diamond-set platinum signet ring, a brushed platinum talon ring, a delicate crystalline chatelaine, and a pair of glittering elesine ankle-boots with crystalline stiletto heels.

Katara grins.

Katara turns around.

Katara recites:

"Hi"

Katara recites:

"I know what you are thinking.. battered halo, singed wings, bolt mark down my robe.."

Alisette raises an eyebrow in Katara's direction.

Katara recites:

"And you would be correct.."

Alisette nods slowly at Katara.

Katara recites:

"My laundress has a lot of explaining to do"

Katara grins.

Alisette laughs!

Phanna laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Maevie laughs!

Akenna giggles.

Yukito grins.

Giantphang rears back his head and lets out a honking guffaw that would inspire envy in a donkey.

Katara recites:

"But .. also I am what you would call an Angel"

Katara recites:

"There aren't many of us.. well one less now apparently"

Katara recites:

"I might have upset a certain goddess"

Katara shrugs.

Katara recites:

"How I don't know.. I'm such a nice angel"

Katara smiles innocently.

Katara recites:

"But I suppose I need to find lodgings here on Elanthia"

Katara recites:

"Someone mentioned a Silvergate Inn? Anyone have directions?"

Katara giggles.

Speaking to Katara, Moraye compliments, "The robes are very nice, even with the scorching."

Katara curtsies to Ianthra.

Speaking to Jaysehn, Ianthra says, "Your turn."

Entry #6: Jaysehn the Laughing Man

You see Jaysehn Ranshai the Aristocrat.
He appears to be a Human.
He is taller than average. He appears to be young. He has calculating steel grey eyes and flawless olive skin. He has long, flowing mahogany brown hair gathered into a sleek ponytail at the nape of his neck and secured with a vaalin-tipped scarlet suede hair-tie. He has subtly aquiline features accenting a well-defined jawline. He is in good shape.
He is holding a toy soldier-capped scepter crafted from broken children's toys in his right hand and a witchwood crying child figurine in his left hand.
He is wearing a particolored jester's hat, a featureless ivory mask, a opal-clasped ebony silk cravat, a shoulder-pinned corbeau dupioni silk mantle swept with ebony undertones, a wilted maroon damask rose perched on a long dried stem, a fitted ebony shirt of silk satin edged in ornate embroidery, some onyx talon-tipped rippled black eel skin gloves, a silver-laced scarlet sash, some onyx black cordovan pants seamed with red satin piping, and a pair of slim black boots swept with sinuous patterns.

Jaysehn nods.

Jaysehn raises his soldier-capped scepter skyward!

Jaysehn recites:

"In my homeland, there is a place called the Whisper Wood. Wise mothers warn their children against straying into its borders. It's legends are dark and mysterious, reflecting the superstitious nature of our people."

Jaysehn recites:

"One such legend is of a nobleman of barely adult age whose name was lost to history. He is remembered only by his new name...The Laughing Man. It is unknown what drove him into the woods...no less what happened to him within them....but the most popular legends say it was the trauma of a childhood of mockery. Perhaps he was deformed at birth or perhaps he simply possessed ill-favored features. Perhaps he was simply unable to cope with the natural visciousness of children. The reason is unimportant."

Jaysehn recites:

"The legends are clear, the Laughing Man preys upon children, particularly those who are cruel or predatory to their peers. Mothers warn their children to be mindful of their japes and careful with thier childish cruelties....or the Laughing Man will hear them...and will find them."

Jaysehn points his soldier-capped scepter at Alisette.

Alisette trembles.

Jaysehn points his soldier-capped scepter at Yukito.

Alisette cowers.

Jaysehn points his soldier-capped scepter at Ianthra.

Yukito raises an eyebrow.

Jaysehn recites:

"Nothing...is heard from those children who transgress upon the Laughing Man's tastes....instead...some time after they have been lost, a woodsman who is braver than most may find a small carving at the edge of the Whisper Wood....."

(Jaysehn holds aloft the crying child figurine in his hand for all to see. Hauntingly lifelike in its appearance, the child kneels, pitifully weeping away its sorrows. Still dressed in its bed-clothes, its emaciated arms grasp feebly at the remnants of a torn stuffed bear.)

Jaysehn bows mockingly, his every move a grotesque exaggeration.

Jaysehn nods.

Speaking to Jaysehn, Ianthra says, "Thank you for presenting."

Speaking uncertainly to Jaysehn, Moraye asks, "Too scary for nice words?"

Speaking to Kalaine, Ianthra says, "It is your turn."

Speaking to Jaysehn, Moraye adds, "But I still like your scepter."

Entry #7: Kalaine the doomicorn

You see Kalaine the Grandmaster Alchemist.
She appears to be a Halfling.
She is average height. She appears to be very young. She has long-lashed, sparkling void black eyes and radiant, dewy ivory skin. She has very long, lustrous silky black-to-red ombre hair styled in perfectly tousled, loose face-framing waves and swept back at the temples with a fiery crimson leather headband centered with a glowing black obsidian unicorn horn, that is worn on the forehead. She has a flawless, delicately featured face, a dainty straight nose and high cheekbones.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a fuzzy ebony toy doomicorn in her right hand.
She is wearing a chocolate leather saddle bag, an ebon silk wrap dress secured by a trio of argent buckles, some rotted leather arm-wraps, and a pair of deep ebony plush velvet thigh-boots with rounded kelyn toes.

Kalaine coughs.

Kalaine attends to her crimson leather headband, carefully smoothing the hair underneath, and adopts a regal air as she surveys the area.

(Kalaine glances about warily, surveying the area with a forlorn expression, as her glowing black horn glistens in the evening light.)

(Kalaine pounds the ground with her rounded kelyn hooves in frustration before lowering her head and shaking her fiery red-tinged mane in an expression of utter despair.)

Kalaine gloomily says, "I bet the Serpent will get us after all. It's time to leave these grounds before it's too late."

Kalaine frets.

Kalaine trembles.

Kalaine sighs heavily.

(Kalaine hangs her head sadly and mopes.)

Kalaine grips her ebony toy doomicorn tightly and thrusts it high overhead! It bellows, rearing back as it belches out a gout of crimson flames! It looks angry!

Kalaine shows Ianthra her ebony toy doomicorn.

Kalaine shows Moraye her ebony toy doomicorn.

Kalaine recites:

"I am obviously a doomicorn!"

Ianthra amusedly says, "Obviously."

Kalaine wobbles, looking a bit faint.

Speaking to Maevie, Ianthra exclaims, "It is your turn!"

Speaking to Kalaine, Moraye says, "I am both horrified and in awe."

Entry #8: Maevie the cat

You see Brave Soul Maevie Hemperior the Gypsy.
She appears to be a Halfling.
She appears to be in the spring of life. She has mismatched viridian and icy green eyes and sun-kissed, lightly freckled skin. She has waist-length, multi-shaded blue hair elaborately beaded with seashells and glass. She has a delicate face, a freckled nose and petal pink, bow-shaped lips.
She has a crescent moon tattoo on her ear, a mystical berry tart tattoo on her finger, a ruby-studded silver ring in her right nostril, a forest nymph tattoo on her waist, a ring of mournblooms tattoo on her finger, a tattooed symbol of Imaera on her wrist, and a pair of silver hoops dangling sapphire peacock feathers in the ridges of both her ears.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pair of snowcat fur earmuffs, an opal-dusted white snowcat mask, a snowcat hide satchel slung over her shoulder, a snow cat fur tassled sporran, and a white yellow silk gown back-buttoned with elegant faenor clasps.

Maevie smiles.

(Maevie slowly stalks to the center of the room before pouncing, playing with something unseen.)

Maevie says, "Meow."

Maevie says, "Meow."

Maevie makes a purring sound.

Maevie glances at Ianthra and makes a little purring sound.

Ianthra exclaims, "Very cute!"

Speaking to Maevie, Moraye compliments, "You are also both cute and fuzzy, but in a more furry way."

Entry #9: Akenna the Huntress

You see Birch Guardian Akenna Laeraun the Hedgewizard.
She appears to be a Half-Elf.
She is of a slight height and has a balletic body. She appears to be young. She has sizable dark blue-green eyes and honey-freckled, creamy white skin. She has long, deep sienna hair bound by an antlered wyrwood circlet strung with lengths of black garnet-adorned filament leaving the rest to fall in copper-spun locks. She has a cherubic face and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. The ridges of her long, pointed ears each bear three naturally occurring notches, and a graceful aquamarine pattern climbs the left side of her neck, curls around her cheekbone, and splits into tendrils that encircle her left eye.
She has rings of cobalt and aquamarine sigils inked on her left palm.
She is in good shape.
She is holding an ebon-hafted mithril scythe in her right hand.
She is wearing an elaborate silver brocade tabard over some silvery chain mail with a long-sleeved linen arming blouse underneath, a pair of coal black suede leggings, and some sable leather thigh-boots buckled with nielloed silver.

Akenna nods at Ianthra.

Akenna clears her throat.

(Akenna strides forward her scythe held in her hand as she confidently moves forward. She comes to a halt and lets her scythe fall to her side the tip of it hitting the ground with a *clunk*.)

Akenna quietly asks, "When wronged, what honor have you if you do not avenge yourself upon those that wronged you?"

(Akenna lets her gaze sweep the crowd, its air near predatory; her face a carefully controlled mask of anger. The gems on her circlet clink against her antlers as she moves her head slowly.)

Akenna seriously continues, "What honor have we if we do not aid those that cannot avenge themselves? It is a sacred trust, more sacred than any, and we shall be the ones that keep it."

Akenna wrinkles her nose.

Akenna says, "I am The Huntress."

Speaking to Akenna, Moraye compliments, "Very intimidating."

Speaking to Yukito, Ianthra says, "It is your turn."

Entry #10: Yukito

You see Yukito Lennan the Hospitaller of the Order of Venquinor.
He appears to be a Half-Sylvan.
He is delicately petite and has a slender build. He appears to be very young. He has deep, expressive woad blue eyes and smooth, creamy skin. He has very long, silky honey gold and chestnut brown hair that gently flirts over the curved tips of his ears. He has boyishly gentle features and a slight melancholy in his eyes. Perched on the bridge of his nose, he wears a pair of rimless spectacles that are almost too large for his face.
He has a violet-sheened silver snowflake tattooed upon his right cheek, a monochrome halfsleeve tattoo of inked brambles along his left forearm, and a silver key tattoo on his waist. He is in good shape.
He is wearing a platinum halo embraced by lustrous strands of burnished veniom, a triad of delicate white wings, a pale gossamer silk vest laced up the front with criss-crossing ribbons over a thigh-length cream silk tunic with trailing sleeves, a pair of fingerless pale gossamer gloves bound at the wrists with twining ribbons, some multi-layered pale silk pants, and some creamy beige chainsil wedge-heeled sandals.

Yukito nods.

Yukito slaps his half-sleeve tattoo, causing a brief redness to encircle the words, *Would you like my assistance?* that graces his smooth, creamy skin.

Yukito closes his eyes for a moment.

Yukito removes a glowing white fireleaf runestaff from in his grey longcoat.

Yukito slips a hand to the small of his back, deftly retrieving a clear glaes cinquedea with a brightly shining glimaerstone orchid pommel.

(Yukito keeps his eyes momentarily closed, and curls a beckoning finger.)

(Yukito silently grips his glaes cinquedea at his side, leaning lightly against the runestaff.)

Yukito glances to his left.

Yukito glances to his right.

Yukito nods.

(Yukito lightly taps his white fireleaf runestaff against the floor before slashing the blade decisively down to his side.)

Yukito brushes his fingers lightly against his snowflake tattoo.

(Yukito taps his lips once.)

Yukito's delicate white wings fold gently around him in protection.

Yukito tilts his head down.

Momentarily revealing the small leather back sheath hidden at the small of his back, Yukito deftly sheathes his glaes cinquedea, concealing both it and the sheath once more.

Yukito bows.

Yukito put a glowing white fireleaf runestaff in his grey longcoat.

Speaking to Yukito, Moraye compliments, "Your staff is very, very shiny."

Ianthra appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Speaking to Faerinn, Ianthra says, "It's your turn."

Entry #11: Faerinn, various

You see Barrister Faerinn Greatsinger the Insightful. He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Loenthra. He is of a towering height and has a balletic body. He has empty black chasms for eyes and lightly tanned skin. He has long, curly honey blonde hair falling to his shoulders in gentle sienna-tipped waves. He has a featureless grey ash wood mask over his face. He has a tattoo of snarling opossum hunched over a bloody scrap of meat on his wrist, and an ebon-veined gold bar set with a single shadow amethyst in the upper ridge of his left ear. He is in good shape. He is wearing an inky black hood, a sweeping raven-hued greatcloak with cerulean accents, some silk-lined paeline gloves stitched with mournblooms, and a kelyn ring tipped with a rough-edged matte white soulstone talon.

Faerinn softly says, "My name is Mother, and despite what you have heard I vehemently deny blowing up the outhouse."

Faerinn softly says, "I did not destroy the outhouse with a monstrous soiling caused by lactose intolerance."

Faerinn softly asks, "Am I lactose intolerant? Yes. Did I say the night before that I was going eat a mountain of cheese and destroy the outhouse? Yes. Did I say that while double fisting cheese?"

Faerinn softly says, "Yes. Was I and other Rooks spotted by the outhouse moments before? Yes. Do I have a history of eating mountains of cheese, destroying outhouses, and using children as human shields? Yes."

Faerinn softly says, "People are dead, and the only reasonable explanation is that a new criminal mastermind has come to Caligos to take over my territory."

As Faerinn pushes his shimmering trinket, a shimmer of light briefly overtakes his form. Faerinn gazes at his reflection in the silver mirror.

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Faerinn says, "I'm Barnom Slim! Forgive my nudity! I forgot y'all wear clothes up here. As you can see...."

(Faerinn lifts up his cloak and gestures at the white pelvis bone painted on his pants.)

Faerinn says, "This is all that remains...."

As Faerinn pushes his shimmering trinket, a shimmer of light briefly overtakes his form.

Faerinn gazes at his reflection in the silver mirror.

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Faerinn nods at Ianthra.

Speaking to Faerinn, Moraye says, "Quite multi-faceted."

Faerinn arrogantly says, "My name is Grishom Stone, notorious killer of women. Join my cult. We worship me. And blood, and the overuse of the wood blood."

Faerinn grins.

Ianthra says, "The last one we have is the Warfly."

Ianthra nods at Giantphang.

Entry #12: Mel the Warfly in formal wear (with some assistance)

You see Giantphang Obrhgror'rts'r the Fighter.
He appears to be a Giantman.
He is shorter than average. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has almond-shaped glacial blue eyes and even-toned ebon skin. He has long, black hair that has been meticulously plaited into hundreds of tiny, waist-length braids in the traditional style of a Faendryl swordsman, which has been pulled back to reveal slightly pointed ears and is tipped with a small mithril blade held in place by a thin veniom wire. He has an angular face, a thin nose and protruding ears. He has blue-stained lips and trickle of blue stains on his chin.
He has a rune tattoo on his arm, some long black silver-streaked braids, a crossed claidhmore tattoo on his wrist, an armor-clad black warfly tattooed upon his neck beneath his right ear, an inked crimson fly hovering above a fallen giantman on his neck, and a rune tattoo on his arm.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a dead but elegantly clad warfly in his right hand and a nightcapped toy town guard in his left hand.
He is wearing a folded white paper hat sketched with a giant helmet-wearing fly, a veniom-hafted mithril forging hammer earcuff, a troll heart necklace, a veniom-hafted mithril forging-hammer cloakpin, a gargantuan greatcloak, a warfly crest, a fake tin constable badge, a warfly charm, an etched militia badge, a cross-eyed green-scaled lizard, a guildmaster pin, a veniom bound troll hide weapon harness inlaid with mithril fangs slung over his shoulder, a black glyph-adorned yoke with alternating fly and warmaul buttons over a brass-riveted militia tabard, a master-forger's apron, an immense suit of mithril plate armor set with battle-worn veniom pauldrons, a large black mithril armlet etched with a fearsome warfly in red veniom, a saddle-shaped ring, a warfly-shaped kilt-pin, a wide leather kilt belt with a veniom-hilted mithril claidhmore buckle, a colossal greatkilt, and some enormous boots.

Giantphang says, "Ohh, that you Mel."

Giantphang drops a dead but elegantly clad warfly.

Giantphang points at a dead but elegantly clad warfly.

Giantphang says, "That Mel...the warfly."

Giantphang says, "Mel is mine bestest best friend and hunting partner."

Giantphang says, "Meeted Mel ton lot year ago when pappy was splatted by momma...that the long story..."

Giantphang says, "But Mel was stand guard over dead pappy."

Giantphang frowns.

Giantphang says, "Every since that one, Mel an me is bestest best friend."

Giantphang says, "Usually you will see Mel wear the armor."

Giantphang says, "And both me an Mel is militiasters in landing town so he got that militia unform too."

Giantphang says, "But sometime for haunted shopping, Mel is wear the fancy clothes."

Giantphang exclaims, "Like now!"

Giantphang points at a dead but elegantly clad warfly.

Giantphang says, "Oh and also, one time mister vantos gived me this and say when somemister is meet Mel, to pull this string."

Giantphang just tried to pull a nightcapped toy town guard.

Giantphang winds up his toy town guard then releases it.

The toy town guard looks unusually tired and a bit unsteady. Taking a drink from his miniature stein, the weathered town guard slurs his words and says, "Been a guard for a long time, but knew it was time to take up drinking when I saw a giantman playing with a dead fly."

Giantphang says, "Not knows why."

Giantphang looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.

Giantphang hoots.

Giantphang picks up a dead but elegantly clad warfly.

Ianthra applauds Giantphang.

Giantphang raises his elegantly clad warfly skyward!

Suddenly, you notice Giantphang floating several feet above the ground! After several seconds, he settles back to the ground, right where he left it.

Giantphang exclaims, "Mel stop!"

Giantphang scowls at a dead but elegantly clad warfly in his hand.

Moraye compliments, "Never have I seen a more elegant warfly."

Giantphang says, "Mel get excited and like pick me up. Sometimes."

Moraye adds, "Or any warfly..."

Ianthra says, "Please let me review my notes."

Giantphang put a dead but elegantly clad warfly in his saddle-shaped ring.

Giantphang nods slowly to a saddle-shaped ring.

Results

Ianthra recites:

"Okay we have the winners sorted."

Ianthra says, "I will announce each one, and then I will do their prize work for them. I thank ALL of you for presenting tonight. There were a lot of wonderful options."

Ianthra says, "It was much harder to choose than normal."

Ianthra says, "Usually it's quite easy."

Ianthra says, "Okay, here we go to announce."

Ianthra recites:

"For the best animal, we're choosing the DUCK! Rozy."

Speaking to Rozy, Ianthra says, "Quack."

Speaking to Rozy, Moraye compliments, "Quack."

Ianthra recites:

"For most elegant, we're choosing Phanna!"

Ianthra recites:

"For most creative, we've selected Akenna!"

Speaking to Akenna, Moraye says, "It was an excellent use of a... um... scythe."

Ianthra recites:

"And finally, our spookiest of the evening goes to Jaysehn!"

Speaking to Jaysehn, Moraye says, "I liked the way you made a bunch of cute toys into something horrifying."