Saturnalia Club

[Azuloth]

A courier would hand off a letter of great importance to all that would be able to attend. The letter spake the words written upon its parchment as thus:

"It is with great anticipation that you are hereby invited to the Saturnalia Club! This is an auspicious occasion celebrating all the good that has happened through the past year with a series of events! If you wish to partake in these events, simply reply in the affirmative to this letter."

Once the individual replied in the affirmative to the letter a list of events would be read aloud to them.

• Party Games -- The Will of the Dice
• Party Games -- Saturnalia Dinner Murder Mystery! (No actual murders please!)
• Feats of Might!
• Joy to the New!

"Please stay as still as possible, as Facsimile transmission through portals has an error margin of .0004%!"

They would then find themselves in a great banquet hall, with a great game room attached, and an open veranda and garden for them to browse about and introduce themselves to persons in attendance. The stone of the structure was all made out of a naturally white rock that could be seen throughout the landscape. It was midnight, or appeared to be, as a blue and green and white world twisted below. Mountains in the distance made up the entire horizon. It seemed to be a well catered event. As many different foods from a variety of cultures were present on the banquet tables.

As the guests would arrive, their names and titles would be read aloud by the hall itself.

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NPC's in attendance:

Danika Starhunter
Moris d'Ailignmort
Furia Deimos
Hake Longsaw
Coran Demer
Nuke Mardocia
Jair Ohmsford
Jen'ligr San'Ligr

Players In attendance:

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[Azuloth]

The Will of The Dice

Persons can come and go to the gaming tables as much as they please during their stay at the Saturnalia Club as the event ends when the final event Joy to the New! occurs.

To play:

Players may place up to six bets on the dice. For every number they get right they receive a payout. Players must go to a different event between playing The Will of the Dice.

Payout Table:
1 correct: +50% of bet.
2 correct: +100% of bet.
3 correct: +150% of bet.
4 correct: +200% of bet.
5 correct: +300% of bet.
6 correct: +500% of bet.

[Azuloth]

Saturnalia Dinner Murder Mystery!

"Come one, come all! Let's play two truths and a lie! Or more.. this time two truths and four falsehoods!"

One of the guests says, or was it the host? The man clad in a cloak of stars seemed to be of indeterminate gender or being even. Those that wished to play would simply have to voice themselves. Of course half the court did (all npc's) voice their willingness to play. Who would you be to simply sit out?

To Play:
-PM the admin for your 2 truths and 4 falsehoods with the title to your message SDMM, called your Theory. (You won't know which are which)
-Go around the party in this thread interacting with the various guests to determine what is true and what is not.

To solve the mystery you must have all six categories correct:

• The Murderer
• The Weapon
• The Location
• The Time
• The Motive
• The Victim

Each player gets three guesses to solve the mystery. The correct first guess for a player yields 50 stat points. On their second try they will receive 35 stat points instead of 50. If they get it right on their third attempt they receive 15 stat points.

To determine a clue as true, you must find three other individuals with the same clue.

[Azuloth]

Feats of Might

Players can test themselves against a shadowy version of themselves. Those that do so and triumph are lauded as heroes of great might. The arena is ten meters by ten meters, on any type of terrain the challenger wishes. Others may come and observe any fight in progress. The fights will last five rounds, or until a contestant or their foe has lost all of their HP. Upon losing all HP a player is simply returned to the party, unharmed.

A player may only challenge the Feat of Might! between other events during Saturnalia, and only if they've already lost before. Upon winning they may not challenge again.

Reward for Loss:
+1 stat point.

Reward for Win:
+5 stat points.
+Self Conquest Bonus: May reroll any failed roll once a battle.

[Allyria Allenmorde]

At first, Allyria was very confused as to why this talking letter was inviting her to this club thing. She examined the piece of parchment thoroughly and found nothing wrong with it, nor did she find anything magical about it. Perhaps the parchment was beyond her abilities to discern? No matter, what harm could come from attending some kind of magical party? Oh how naive she was.

"Uh.. sure, why not? Ehehe..."

She laughed nervously as she was transported with a margin of error of .0004%. She wondered what the margin of error was on her own teleportations. Probably much higher. How the hell was a letter transporting her to anywhere? And where was she going? The mage was very boggled by these circumstances. Her mind swirled, and the next thing she knew she was somewhere else.

Her memory egged her about the appearance of the palace. She felt like she had been there before. The white stone was something she couldn't forget. The mountains in the distance as viewed from the garden. The blue orb twisting in the night sky above. Even the architecture of the palace seemed to be something stuck in her memory. White columns making up the structure of many halls, with open air spaces a plenty. The great banquet hall expansive, yet warm and cozy. No matter where one stood it felt like they were among friends. The sorceress went around introducing herself to everyone. First Hake Longsaw, a man she hadn't heard of before. Then Jen'ligr San'ligr. Someone who she hadn't heard of before either, yet whose name at least sounded familiar. Then a Jair Ohmsford whose manner she seemed to find familiar. A Nuke Mardocia, whose last name sounded familiar as well. In fact, everyone other than Hake, had some sort of familiar feeling to her.

Allyria wandered around and got her bearings of the palace before stepping up to join in on the murder mystery first. The speaking figure of course looked familiar as well... then it hit her. It was the thing cloaked in stars that attacked her after she died that time to the giant worm.

So many teeth....

Then it said some weird cryptic shit and sent her back. Now it was hosting a party? What was this, a party for dead people?

She found herself a few moments later sitting at the banquet table stuffing her face with snacks and fried chicken, with sudden knowledge about some clues for this game they were playing.

[Fyrra Na'Limndra]

"Oh I love parties! Yes, let us go immediately!"

Fyrra was at first surprised and then excited by the talking letter. She didn't even manage to get around to questioning how the piece of parchment worked. All she could focus on was the fact that she was invited to a party. She was so excited in fact that for several moments between the transfer beginning and ending, she was consumed with thoughts of games, discussion, and delicious food. The likes of which she had no chance in partaking of since hitting the road after the battle in Morith.

Then it hit her like a wave of saltwater, clearing her sinuses and allowing her to breathe and think clearly. She was in no shape to attend any sort of soiree or fete. She hadn't bathed in days, her hair was all in knots, and she felt like she was starving.

It was too late though, she had agreed to go to the party, despite being a mess, and had been transported there. She ran into several people whom she did not know at the party and could not find Merrake anywhere. Had she not been invited? Alas, poor Merrake. Completely missing out on such a party.

The place was lavish and well stocked. Whoever owned the palace spared no expense in getting things done. Her focus for now was finding a room where she could pamper herself before things got fully under way. She spent twenty minutes peeking through doorways until she found a perfectly inviting bath to wash in. Twenty minutes later she emerged a new woman.

Now she was ready to mingle.

[Jorkahn Wealddir]

A mysterious individual approached the Champion of Jewels, handing him a letter. The letter began to speak aloud before the half-elkagr could speak. It startled the man and he looked down at this talking scrap of parchment. Good of the past year? The lad wouldn't say the year was particularly good, in fact, it had been the worst year of his life in many cases. Jorkahn chuckled, a bemused smile adorning his face. He shrugged half-heartedly before speaking. "I suppose that would be alright. Yes."

In response, the scroll asked him to stand still and spouted off some nonsense about portals. The warrior blinked a few times in confusion before standing up straight. "Uh, wh-" He was still staring down at the scroll when they teleported, his periphery changing rather drastically causing him to become dizzy and stumble. --at... The hell?!" He quickly regained his balance and looked around in an attempt to ground himself. The dizzy feeling didn't last long as it was less the effect from the portal itself but the sudden change in scenery. It was a beautiful castle with lots of variety in its food, rooms, and entertainment. A closer look revealed people he recognized and people he shouldn't recognize. Moris, Nuke, and Jair almost brought memories to his head, but unfortunately, they were too foggy to make out. He felt an especially deep connection with Jair when their eyes met. The human man gave him a nod and a knowing smile. What he knew the half-elkagr couldn't quite make out, but the feeling was nearly overwhelming.

He shook himself out of his ponderings and tried to find the different events and areas mentioned on the scroll. Gambling didn't really interest him, but the mystery and especially the test of might were up his alley. But first, there was all kinds of foods he had never had before to sample. Maybe Allyria or Fyrra would know more about this than he did.

[King Redgar Karligar]

Redgar had arrived at the party much like the others did. Approached by a strange courier. Given a strange letter. Forced to sit through some tirade about something.

"Yes yes... whatever. None of that sounds important... where am I?"

Suddenly he had been whisked away to some unknown party in some unknown land in some even more unknown palace. There were plenty of people about.All of them seemed to be at least moderately important. The Duke sampled the food and the wine and came to discover that this party had some familiar types in it. He didn't recognize anyone specifically, other than the two half-drow women. He knew they were at the battle in Morith. They helped defend his city. Which was a great thing for him that they did that. He firmly believed their efforts ranked somewhere near fourth or fifth during the battle, his own leadership being at the top, and his friend Tyr's involvement being below his.

Redgar was mainly interested in securing a spot at the dice tables when they became available. He did however agree to play the murder mystery game.

He wanted to figure out the mystery before anyone. But first. Gambling. He placed a one hundred ritz bet on the following sequence:

44, 32, 10, 88, 94, 78

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[Azuloth]

A Fete Like No Other

"Look at this Moris, you've got some descendants here!"

This voice was otherworldly, and its timbre changed on every word. It belonged to a woman clad in a black and white dress, wearing a black and white mask. One half of the mask was smiling, the other half was in a grimace. She was standing and talking to a man sitting at a table with a drink in his hand. He wore a black cloak with silver threads of wind blowing across it.

"Shut up, you rotten bitch. She might not even be mine."

His voice was also otherworldly, but it had a metallic quality to it and was otherwise normal.

"Oh she's definitely yours. Can't you feel that well of power coming off her? The bloodline's still strong. Oh and what about that one? She's powerful too. Quite powerful, with a hint of dark flavor too."

"Knock it off."

"You're no fun at parties, you know that?"

"What do you want from me?"

"Go introduce yourself! Go say, 'Hi there, I'm your great great great great great great grandpappy'."

"I always knew you were an idiot."

"You won't do it, cause you're a little bitch."

"I swear, I am this close woman! This close to roasting you right here!"

He indicated a short distance with index and thumb.

"I wish you would! I miss our games!"

She leaned in close to him, putting her mask almost directly on his. He shot up out of his chair.

"FINE, BUT FUCK YOU!"

"Tah!"

She waved at him as he walked over to Fyrra first. I mean, this is Moris we're talking about. He just seems to naturally gravitate to women that are well endowed. At first he felt awkward for approaching her out of now where. Then he was curious.

"Do you have a tattoo?"

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"Wow, I've never seen someone lose in such a colossal way. You just blew six hundred ritz, you moron."

A small girl wearing a set of blue tinted armor with dire wolves emblazoned on it said to the man gambling and losing. She had long black hair done up in a pony tail, and striking blue eyes.

"Jen'Ligr San'Ligr, nice to meet you."

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[Fyrra Na'Limndra]

"Do you have a tattoo?"

The man said. Fyrra assumed it was a man. He was a normal build, with broad shoulders, a black cloak and a metal mask. The cloak was interesting. White winds spread across it, gently rolling along. It reminded her of a cool spring breeze. The question, normally, would have not been out of place. But here in this magical place some things were just not right. The food kept appearing out of nowhere on the plates, as did the drink. The patrons seemed to be having too good of a time. Like they had been there too long and had overcome whatever drama that they had built up over the years. Fyrra knew parties. There was always some kind of tension. There was always some squabble over something. She would suss it out.

But this man was in her way. With an intrusive question. Intrusive because he was in her way.

"Why yes. I do. Would you like to see it sir...? I'm sorry, I failed to introduce myself. I'm Kalimbra Fyrra Na'Limndra. You are?"

She was annoyed, but she would not allow it to seep onto her face. She was ever the pleasant party guest. After all. She adored parties.

[King Redgar Karligar]

"What makes you think you've got the right to talk to me that way... miss... San'Ligr. Your name is hard. Why do you have such a hard first and last name? Where are you from? Out of country?"

Count on Redgar to be entirely oblivious to the fact that she was in fact Cruinthian, just like he was. And in fact that it was more than likely they were from the same neck of the woods. His idiocy extended to the dice table, he did not care he had just blown six hundred ritz. He bet yet again, on the same numbers, hoping to bank on good odds.

44, 32, 10, 88, 94, 78

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