05-10-2023, 04:18 PM
an auspicious day, she announces as she whisks herself from her bed chambers. her harried maids rush to attend her, flustered by the fact that the matriarch has risen. her daughters look on in varying stages of surprise as constables hustle to attention and dapifer's rush to corral herds and choose the best for the coming feast. "a feast," the courts whisper together, heads bent close with insidious gaze following the heralds that all but sprint down the halls in their panic to get the events the matriarch demands started. a feast! but what of the thau-" a stern glance of the constables, and a murmured threat, has the words dying on their tongue.
instead, they gather in the crown hall and look up to the matriarch where she lounges on her gilded throne.
plain, by all accounts, painted in shades of white, grey and brown, but accentuated by jewels and golden chains that lay at her throat, her wrists, her haunch - but the eye, naturally, turns to the crown atop her head. welded bits of gold and gems, bent to create a delicate tiara placed atop her brow, the shade matching the rich yellow that stretches down her mohawk.
"{citizens!}" she purrs, her voice low and throaty, slow and rolling. there's no hurry in her words, her motions, as she curls a paw in front of her to toy with a chalice laying before her. "{wintertide comes close to its end and with it, we shall expand!}" a glance to her daughters, hanging at her shoulder, jaw inclined to Hollyhock. "{my heiress has been dutifully working to find a solution that will open the southern continent and allow the courts to return to their rightful homes.}" had she? the matriarch doesn't know - but it sounds good, even if it were a pretty lie.
"{but for now, i relish in your company.}" another lie, no doubt - you have not seen hide nor hair of the matriarch since her former heiress met her death. "{and we are due for a celebration.}" a paw lifts in something of a grandiose gesture to the masses. "{a week celebrating you. tournaments of strength, storytelling and feasts, feats of thauma,}" a stirring at this, which quickly silent with a few well-placed orders. "{so go, enjoy yourselves.}" she all but commands, waving her paw once more and attention immediately turning to her daughters - uninterested, it seems, with the masses once more.
OOC NOTES.
instead, they gather in the crown hall and look up to the matriarch where she lounges on her gilded throne.
plain, by all accounts, painted in shades of white, grey and brown, but accentuated by jewels and golden chains that lay at her throat, her wrists, her haunch - but the eye, naturally, turns to the crown atop her head. welded bits of gold and gems, bent to create a delicate tiara placed atop her brow, the shade matching the rich yellow that stretches down her mohawk.
"{citizens!}" she purrs, her voice low and throaty, slow and rolling. there's no hurry in her words, her motions, as she curls a paw in front of her to toy with a chalice laying before her. "{wintertide comes close to its end and with it, we shall expand!}" a glance to her daughters, hanging at her shoulder, jaw inclined to Hollyhock. "{my heiress has been dutifully working to find a solution that will open the southern continent and allow the courts to return to their rightful homes.}" had she? the matriarch doesn't know - but it sounds good, even if it were a pretty lie.
"{but for now, i relish in your company.}" another lie, no doubt - you have not seen hide nor hair of the matriarch since her former heiress met her death. "{and we are due for a celebration.}" a paw lifts in something of a grandiose gesture to the masses. "{a week celebrating you. tournaments of strength, storytelling and feasts, feats of thauma,}" a stirring at this, which quickly silent with a few well-placed orders. "{so go, enjoy yourselves.}" she all but commands, waving her paw once more and attention immediately turning to her daughters - uninterested, it seems, with the masses once more.
OOC NOTES.
- This event will last 2 OOC weeks ( and is about a fortnight IC )
- During those 2 weeks, you may make posts set during the fete! Choose [EVENT] in in your prefix and table to let your fellow players know what your thread is set.
- This thread is meant to be the official start - it is a bustling, busy sort of chaotic event in which everyone is rushing to and fro while the Matriarch watches. You may post here as a "starter" or post elsewhere.
- You are not required to partake in the fete, but you will gain various little prizes throughout if you do! Keep an eye out for Divine Will and their events that are posted.
- Oh and just as a reminder... thauma is still on the fritz from the eclipse and no one seems willing to acknowledge that. How strange. The Matriarch's Constables, in fact, make quick work of silencing anyone who voice their concerns.