The Winter Veil Party
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Midnight
It was the night before Kirenestus's banquet, and already his estate was a flurry of activity. Small runestones dotted the grounds. Their glowing runes cast blue light on the plants that the Tauren tended. Due to the corruption in the soil, the effect of the vegetation was less calming and more sinister, but the three men talking in hushed voices on the lawn didn't seem to mind. Kirenestus and Aegnas were both dressed similarly in black robes. The necromancer, Anthalan, was dressed in his usual purple, grey, and green robes. All three were clustered around one runestone, a stone whose ward was problematic. The runes on its surface were strange, spiky, written in demonic script. Its purpose was clearly to obscure Fel magic being performed on the estate.
"Perform the ritual to remove this one, and any others that refer to Fel magic. We'll replace them after the banquet. Strengthen the wards hiding use of the arcane and wards against the undead. Those are wards one would expect here." Aegnas ordered the others around as if he were in charge, and Kirenestus just nodded at Anthalan and they got to work.
Late Morning
The estate was teeming, with people darting here and there across the grounds and from one building to the other. Not all of them were Kirenestus's employees. He'd arranged for deliveries from Silvermoon City, as well. Fine wine, floral arrangements, deliveries of food he wouldn't be making. On top of the preparations, Aegnas and Solandis were also going over the grounds in detail, with the necromancer, Anthalan, following them. Each point in the grounds that one of Kirenestus's demons used to patrol was assigned to one of the undead the three of them had been collecting. The ghoul, Tombstalker, was assigned to the grounds furthest from the house. The geist jumped from spire to balcony to ramp on the main house, keeping watch, occasionally landing on one of the two undead gargoyles under Anthalan's control.
In his rooms, though, Kirenestus lay in a wide marble bath. Candlelight glinted off of bubbles in the water, and the entire room smelled of the sweet-scented herbs used in the soap. Kirenestus looked as if he was asleep in the warm water. Hanging nearby, his dress clothes also shimmered in the low light. Purple robes in a style favored by the Sin'dorei, and a necklace with a large, purple crystal.
Early Afternoon
The scent of food was positively mouthwatering around the estate. Turkey and stuffing were cooked, along with Sin'dorei specialties like herb-rubbed lynx steak, Springpaw appetizers, and little spiced and roasted balls of Ghostlands bat meat. There was more exotic fare, too. Wildfowl ginseng soup. Spicy salmon roast. Steamed crab. Stir fry. All recipes from Pandaria. The dessert table could barely be seen beneath the pumpkin pie, rice pudding, peach pie, chocolate cake, and even ice cream that laid on it. On another table, all manner of beverages lay waiting on someone to serve them. From the non-alcoholic apple cider, juice, egg nog and tea, to bottles of Suntouched Reserve, lager, kungaloosh, and rum. People ran to and fro, making sure that plates were clean and silver was polished
That evening
The estate was resplendent, each delicate spire of the manor wrapped in Winter Veil decorations, runestones glowing in the shadows, a light coating of snow and ice on the ground, probably due more to the efforts of the death knight still wandering the grounds than any natural phenomenon. The undead guards wandered, but did not stop any guests. Solandis stood at attention at the gate into the estate, checking invitations. The tauren, Authalka, brought steaming dishes out from the kitchen and laid them on the table with the rest of the food. Shadows were deep inside the manor, and more than once, one moved slightly, as if someone were watching from it. Not a demon was seen on the estate.
Kirenestus himself was dressed in purple Sin'dorei robes. His hair was neatly pulled back. He looked every inch a respectable member of the Sin'dorei. He waited near the door to the manor to greet his guests.
Midnight
It was the night before Kirenestus's banquet, and already his estate was a flurry of activity. Small runestones dotted the grounds. Their glowing runes cast blue light on the plants that the Tauren tended. Due to the corruption in the soil, the effect of the vegetation was less calming and more sinister, but the three men talking in hushed voices on the lawn didn't seem to mind. Kirenestus and Aegnas were both dressed similarly in black robes. The necromancer, Anthalan, was dressed in his usual purple, grey, and green robes. All three were clustered around one runestone, a stone whose ward was problematic. The runes on its surface were strange, spiky, written in demonic script. Its purpose was clearly to obscure Fel magic being performed on the estate.
"Perform the ritual to remove this one, and any others that refer to Fel magic. We'll replace them after the banquet. Strengthen the wards hiding use of the arcane and wards against the undead. Those are wards one would expect here." Aegnas ordered the others around as if he were in charge, and Kirenestus just nodded at Anthalan and they got to work.
Late Morning
The estate was teeming, with people darting here and there across the grounds and from one building to the other. Not all of them were Kirenestus's employees. He'd arranged for deliveries from Silvermoon City, as well. Fine wine, floral arrangements, deliveries of food he wouldn't be making. On top of the preparations, Aegnas and Solandis were also going over the grounds in detail, with the necromancer, Anthalan, following them. Each point in the grounds that one of Kirenestus's demons used to patrol was assigned to one of the undead the three of them had been collecting. The ghoul, Tombstalker, was assigned to the grounds furthest from the house. The geist jumped from spire to balcony to ramp on the main house, keeping watch, occasionally landing on one of the two undead gargoyles under Anthalan's control.
In his rooms, though, Kirenestus lay in a wide marble bath. Candlelight glinted off of bubbles in the water, and the entire room smelled of the sweet-scented herbs used in the soap. Kirenestus looked as if he was asleep in the warm water. Hanging nearby, his dress clothes also shimmered in the low light. Purple robes in a style favored by the Sin'dorei, and a necklace with a large, purple crystal.
Early Afternoon
The scent of food was positively mouthwatering around the estate. Turkey and stuffing were cooked, along with Sin'dorei specialties like herb-rubbed lynx steak, Springpaw appetizers, and little spiced and roasted balls of Ghostlands bat meat. There was more exotic fare, too. Wildfowl ginseng soup. Spicy salmon roast. Steamed crab. Stir fry. All recipes from Pandaria. The dessert table could barely be seen beneath the pumpkin pie, rice pudding, peach pie, chocolate cake, and even ice cream that laid on it. On another table, all manner of beverages lay waiting on someone to serve them. From the non-alcoholic apple cider, juice, egg nog and tea, to bottles of Suntouched Reserve, lager, kungaloosh, and rum. People ran to and fro, making sure that plates were clean and silver was polished
That evening
The estate was resplendent, each delicate spire of the manor wrapped in Winter Veil decorations, runestones glowing in the shadows, a light coating of snow and ice on the ground, probably due more to the efforts of the death knight still wandering the grounds than any natural phenomenon. The undead guards wandered, but did not stop any guests. Solandis stood at attention at the gate into the estate, checking invitations. The tauren, Authalka, brought steaming dishes out from the kitchen and laid them on the table with the rest of the food. Shadows were deep inside the manor, and more than once, one moved slightly, as if someone were watching from it. Not a demon was seen on the estate.
Kirenestus himself was dressed in purple Sin'dorei robes. His hair was neatly pulled back. He looked every inch a respectable member of the Sin'dorei. He waited near the door to the manor to greet his guests.