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Jastatos 27, 5120 Competition

Hosted by Ianthra Nishaye Nalfein at Ebon Gate 2020 on Caligos Isle.

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

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.

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."

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."

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.

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

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.