BANQUET OF THE GOLDEN WITCH
[OOC;The moment you've all been waiting for, starts at six'o'clock! This is for those who commented on my OOC thread titled, 'KILLER PLOT LITERALLY B)'. If you were in that, then you can participate. Be sure to tag yourself in and have fun! Feel free to make threads, but please note that eventually it will be just you and Beatrice.
For those specific threads, I will title it with Beatrice/ YOUR CHARACTER, where you will be served your special..dinner, and please note. You really don't have much choice when it comes to whether you eat it or not~ Oh and there might be a special interruption with the name of 'ANGE' so please don't be alarmed if your table explodes with arcane bolts flying across the room. All in all, please enjoy this! /o/;]
Who: The Golden Witch, Beatrice and her guests.
What: The Golden Witch has hosted a Banquet, those who obtained the golden-winged letter, what intent did you see? The clock has struck six and the magic has begun. The Witch will judge your heart, feed you your fears, like a judge. What will your verdict be? The night is just begun!
Status: Open to those who participated.
Style: First or Third.
Location: Beatrice's mansion, which just magically reappeared.
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The sun was beginning to set in Somarium. With it a brilliant awash of colors set over the scenery. Those brave enough to accept Beatrice's invitation were suddenly led from their locations by a beautifully sparkling gold butterfly. You felt compelled to follow it, and almost in a trance, headed to a large clearing in the outskirts of Espoir. It was barren, empty. What sort of trick was this?
A great sound, like a door being unlocked, could be heard echoing around your ears, as suddenly you felt the earth shake beneath you. The air rippled with a sheen of almost rainbowish light, and with a flourish of thousands and thousands of those same butterflies, a mansion appeared when the wings ceased to beat and instead headed into the clouds.
It seemed real enough rooted in the ground, elegant with it's spires and ivy covered walls, a lovely courtyard with carefully trimmed bushes and even a fountain assaulted your eyes. This hadn't been here before. None of it. What was going on? You walked up the steps, your hand moving to open the door but it already opened, the golden knob twisting as if by invisible strings..or hands.
You were met in the lobby with silence. Above you chandeliers hung with golden strings and orbs dangled and glinted in the light of the thousands of candles placed conveniently around beautiful furniture, couches, and least of all, the two rows of stairs that led from a minature balcony to two downward ones converging to the marble floor which your feet now stood. On that balcony something caught your eye in the shadows.
A portrait of a beautiful woman with proud blue eyes and a saucy smile greeted you. Something instantly clicked. Beatrice. It was Beatrice, who invited you here. Where was she? The gold butterflies at your side led you up those steps, until you reached an elegant ballroom with a long table covered in a red velvety cloth. It was currently empty, and flanked behind each chair were...goats. http://calamitousintents.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/55.jpg
They had plates of food in their hands and the other held a white tablecloth draped over one shoulder. They were tuxedos and as you hesitantly ventured into the great room, their red eyes honed on your face, unblinking and eerie. You felt a chill, but you shouldn't be impolite. Beatrice did invite you after all.
You hesitantly mingled with your friends, only to hear a hearty cackling echo all around the room. A cloud of gold butterflies were congregating, and all at the head of the long table. Suddenly there she appeared.
Beatrice, in her ballroom gown she wore always, pipe in her hand, and her blue eyes glinting, she was beautiful and coy as she cried, "Welcome, guests in my banquet! " Arms spread, she chuckled. " I trust you have made it here well? Hopefully I led you here without much trouble! To have guests here, how nice, how nice! I know it will be an excellent evening!" She cackled pleasantly, giggling into her hand before clapping again.
"Please, sit. " And suddenly as you moved to pull back your chair, you found them pulling back for you with a loud scrape against the floor. With another clap the goats came to life, placing the napkins in your laps and lighting the candles one by one, thousands of those butterflies floating in the air above you. Beatrice only watched with a smile, seating herself last as she pulled her chair in, hands in her lap.
"I Beatrice welcome you to this banquet. My furniture, " She gestured to her servants, their eerie red eyes glowing, "Shall be your servers. Each of you has a specially coordinated meal. I found it a good way for us to get to know each other. Not only am I eager to know you, guests in my house, but also to see what sort you are, you see? I pray this wlil be an intellectually stimulating and elegant night!" With that, Beatrice clapped again, and the goats placed silver platters covered with lids in front of you.
"You may begin."