The assaulted party attendees were difficult to wake up and provided us with little information as to whom their assailants were. Small woodland mammal costumes are both specific and very vague but we can only work with the information we receive.
My fox costume was to die for. Every stitch was perfect, every gem shined with a glow so brilliant that the gods would wish to gaze upon them. I twirled around in the mirror to get a full view of what would be the vision as I would be glided along the dance floor. I stepped out to meet my compatriots only to find I would not, however, be the most glistening being at the party as Cyrus was barely wearing a costume at all and was absolutely covered in oil. I couldn’t help but giggle at the ridiculous state the barbarian was in. Shaved and oiled like some rich nobles manservant.
What was before a fairly common noble main hall was now a gaudy display of illusionary magic. Apparently, our selection of animal costumes was well placed as we entered a beautiful forest. The floor was grass and a canopy of leaves coated the ceiling. Animals scurried about, and a river flowed through with tables like stepping stones. Milah climbed a nearby tree which I found mentally puzzling. We split up to search the various venues to best get the lay of the area. I kept to the main hall as I expected that would require the most edict, interacting with the local nobility. I spoke with a squirrel and saw a shrew but neither seemed to be the people we were looking for. From there, it was time to meet with the rest of the group at the punch bowl. Lamont and Thomas didn’t arrive so we began to search for them assuming the worst. Fortunately, we both found them and uncovered a man who brought new costumes for the assailants and after a quick in-terror-gation, we would learn what those were. We returned to the main hall for Anna’s entrance.
She was dressed as a nymph of the spring and each of her friends entered wearing each of the other seasons. Her mother gave a speech and with that, the true festivities began. It was impossible to view any one specific costume from our locations so again we split up some to get better vantage points. Dancing seemed like a good way to interact with the guests and move about the hall. I danced with many, most of which were either okay or reasonable dancers, I even made a contact for some arms to help with our mission, but it wasn’t until the black feathered man asked me to dance did I truly find a partner worth my time. It was clear that he meant harm merely by the look in his eyes. Every move felt like a flow of energy, every slice only made me want to feel more. As I grasped with each of my spells I felt nothing but longing to touch his soft pale skin again. Our steps were displays of lust that only could be described by the greatest of bards. I could feel the heat off of his face as his mask fell to the ground damaged by my strikes. I wanted more of him. It was then that I knew I would need one last touch, and drained the rest of his being as my lips touched his. He kissed me back, confirming what we had; a true love that no one would ever understand. The darkest shade of love, deep red like the flow of blood coursing through our veins.