Nineteen [event]
Who: Anyone and everyone! Just read the notes below to make sure you know under what conditions your character would find themselves there.
Where: The Dalmascan Estate, inner city
When: Wednesday 5th December, around about 6:00pm
Notes: Ashe's (tornhallelujah) birthday party event - commence! Basically for the unknowing, her father's blackmailed persuaded her into having a party for her nineteen years, and all the high ranking families and government officials will be there. High ranking family with power? Have social status? Live in the inner city? Balthier? Great, you're invited! However, the event is open to all - whoever said guards can't fall asleep even if their is maximum security? ;) Just make sure to bring a mask, since it's a masked ball/masquerade.
There was maximum security at the estate of Dalmasca that night - Sir Dalmasca was taking no chances at having a repeat episode of what had happened many years ago tonight. It seemed he'd returned from the land of the barely living for the past week, which had annoyed his daughter, Ashe, to no end. It was her ninteenth birthday, and as he'd stated, it would only come the once. In such, he'd planned and prepared, spent money on food, gathered the court together, and made Ashe send out the invitations. On a final combined decision it had been upgraded to a masked ball - and now his efforts were showing.
There was a surprise turn out and every lord and lady in the city was most likely there for the free food, even if they'd only heard of the Dalmascan's by name. The wide hall, glittering white, had been polished from top to bottom, wreaths and chains of flowers hung about the place. A large, intricately designed banner with the words 'Happy Nineteen Years Ashelia' hung on the staircase leading to the upper levels where Sir Dalmasca stood alongside the band. Table upon table laden with food stretched along each side of the hall, the tables already starting to fill on the inside and the outside leading into the garden. Many were dancing to the waltz that was playing, keeping in tune with the masquerades of long ago, not caring to tell their dance partner just who they were.
More people were arriving through the gates - the guards ticked off the list, and several partrolled the walls. Security was tight, but in an hour or so, the lazier ones would more than likely be asleep. This would be a night to remember - or so Sir Dalmasca hoped. The hostess had yet to show her face to the festivities.
Where: The Dalmascan Estate, inner city
When: Wednesday 5th December, around about 6:00pm
Notes: Ashe's (tornhallelujah) birthday party event - commence! Basically for the unknowing, her father's blackmailed persuaded her into having a party for her nineteen years, and all the high ranking families and government officials will be there. High ranking family with power? Have social status? Live in the inner city? Balthier? Great, you're invited! However, the event is open to all - whoever said guards can't fall asleep even if their is maximum security? ;) Just make sure to bring a mask, since it's a masked ball/masquerade.
There was maximum security at the estate of Dalmasca that night - Sir Dalmasca was taking no chances at having a repeat episode of what had happened many years ago tonight. It seemed he'd returned from the land of the barely living for the past week, which had annoyed his daughter, Ashe, to no end. It was her ninteenth birthday, and as he'd stated, it would only come the once. In such, he'd planned and prepared, spent money on food, gathered the court together, and made Ashe send out the invitations. On a final combined decision it had been upgraded to a masked ball - and now his efforts were showing.
There was a surprise turn out and every lord and lady in the city was most likely there for the free food, even if they'd only heard of the Dalmascan's by name. The wide hall, glittering white, had been polished from top to bottom, wreaths and chains of flowers hung about the place. A large, intricately designed banner with the words 'Happy Nineteen Years Ashelia' hung on the staircase leading to the upper levels where Sir Dalmasca stood alongside the band. Table upon table laden with food stretched along each side of the hall, the tables already starting to fill on the inside and the outside leading into the garden. Many were dancing to the waltz that was playing, keeping in tune with the masquerades of long ago, not caring to tell their dance partner just who they were.
More people were arriving through the gates - the guards ticked off the list, and several partrolled the walls. Security was tight, but in an hour or so, the lazier ones would more than likely be asleep. This would be a night to remember - or so Sir Dalmasca hoped. The hostess had yet to show her face to the festivities.