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Monday, 3rd September, 2012, 02:35 AM #1
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Mandyran: "Just about everyone's gone home," he mutters. "Not that I blame them. A dark omen like that! I might as well close up for the night. It is nice of you to stay, Dorius," he says to the gnome sitting at the table with him, "but there is hardly anyone left. Most of them them went to hide at home I suppose. Judging by the screams I keep hearing, there are still people just catching sight of it for the first time. That," he trails off for a moment, "or something more sinister going on. Anyway, I will start locking up the doors. I'll leave one open for the rest of the folks to leave."
Dorius had never seen his mentor so graven and distraught before. Of course, even back in Zilargo thirteen was an unlucky number. The gnomes were as superstitious as any, and had their own tales about the Thirteenth Moon. Its appearance was said to herald the rise of an opposition to enlightened ideals, as well as war and famine.
Across the room, Dorius crosses eyes with his friend, Berrent. He had met with the fellow a few times starting with his first missive back to Zilargo. Berrent had received an invitation from Dorius to attend the party at the Golden Horn, for which he was grateful. He was hoping to start building up a network of friends and associates to get his reputation as an inquisitive off the ground. A gathering such as this held promise, that is, until the arrival of the Blood Moon scattered almost everyone to the wind. He was beginning to think it might be best to call it a night.
Mandyran: "You can probably take the rest of the night off too, Bront," Mandyran says to his bouncer. "There just isn't enough business tonight to justify staying open."
Brad, the changeling who was moonlighting as his half-orc persona, Bront, could not help but reflect on the fact that Mandyran was right. There was hardly a soul left in the Golden Horn. Even some of the staff had fled in abject terror when the Blood Moon appeared. It did not frighten Brad, however. Within the changeling community there was a saying about the Thirteenth Moon: "All will be righted on the rise of the lost moon." For many it was a reference to the many years of persecution changelings had suffered at the hands of Inquisitions, purges, and other misunderstandings that had plagued their race, and perhaps a strong spirit of optimism, even if it was something most considered impossible. Yet Brad could not deny his eyes. The Blood Moon hung in the sky, clear for all to see.
Alise sat at a table with some fellow students from meditation class. They had agreed to meet in advance of the start of classes to get to know each other, but there were very few of them left and the last of them were just now deciding that going home would probably be best. As the other students rose, Alise was dejectedly nursing her drink and caught Brad's eye. He had noticed the human just the other day coming to the defense of a poor girl in the streets being accosted by guards making lewd and raunchy comments. He was not sure how she had managed to do so. It was clearly not magic, but obviously something that involved more than honeyed words.
Lt. Dane: "So much for a party, eh?" the knight of the Citadel says to Vigil as the two sit alone. The other members of the King's Wands had retreated to Ambassador Towers already on Lt. Dane's orders to prepare for a potentially busy night. "I figured this would be a great place to spend the evening. Such a pity. And Mandyran was happy to have more warforged like yourself around in recognition of the evening's theme. I was hoping you'd have more chance to socialize. I know acclimating to non-combat situations has been difficult for you. Well, I had best be moving along as well. It is quite possible the King's Wands may be called upon this night to deal with some dangerous threat. Things like this always seem to bring out the madness in people. Feel free to stop by the Citadel later if you have the need." With that, Lt. Dane rises to leave.
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