Parties

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Miranda the not-so-well-disguised blue dragon stares at you when you ask if she could possibly explain the whole situation. Then she slowly, gradually smiles, showing her sharp canines again, as her long fingers pluck a fruit-laden toothpick out of her cocktail.

“How adorable you mortals are, always asking for explanations. Always asking us to reveal our plans. This is where I’m supposed to speak in a clever parable, aren’t I? Where I will somehow draw parallels between some fictional events and what is happening as we speak without ever spelling it out? I could do that, you know.”

My great-grandfather was the first of my line to dabble in the acquisition of art. He was a great proponent of the “I Know What I Like” school, and in his case What He Liked were depictions of well-muscled men. Nude ones.

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As you wind your way out into the open street, you find your feet turning towards that beacon of light and life in the still night of the city, the Legerdemain Lounge.  While adventurers of both the Horde and Alliance had their own styles of taverns for rest and relaxation, the Legerdemain was something else entirely. Perhaps a bit of elven opulence, perhaps a splash of human recklessness, perhaps a touch of gnomish ingenuity, perhaps a large dollop of goblin greed: it all came together in the colorful vibrancy of the Lounge.

Obviously, a private party was being held in the upstairs rooms and balconies tonight, as groups and couples and the occasional loner either waltz into the building or stagger out at your approach. Thudding, humming music spins around the lights shining from the upstairs windows, and the smell of alcohol and perfume hits you as hard as a bouncer as you step inside. You swiftly turn away from the lobby, where bouncers are indeed waiting to deny entrance to those without an invitation, and make your way to the relatively undisturbed bar.

Rumors of the EAD run like water between the wealthy and the downtrodden alike, between the high nobility and the lost wanderer.  Like a wellspring, evidence appears in unexpected places and changes the course of even the most subtle of streams.

One by one, all rivers must run to the sea...

The party began at eight in the evening.  Dusky golden light fell over the parade of fine ivory shoulders and glittering epaulets as the glimmering attendees filed, two by two, out of coaches and carriages and into the house.  Flowing forth from the wide-open doorway, beams of lamplight washed into the street carrying an echo of chamber music, danceable even from a distance.  Major Duke Mellingham did love to throw a party, and it was, after all, his third wife’s birthday.  Something special surely had been planned.

Next time, if I get tainted by a demon, I am NOT letting myself get tossed into a raw mana stream. The end results are too chaotic for me.

Mairead grimaces as she works on a new gem carving, the light in her work room catching on her raven hair. The silver streaks some mana-high mage had placed there as a thank you for allowing her to tap some of the raw mana that had been coursing through the warlock's body now faded, thank Elune.

I doubt Iloam will tell me what in the Hells happened during that 'party', but I will have to ask anyway. Perhaps when I next see him.

Hey all, I'm gonna make this much more informal than all my other party announcements.

I am pleased to announce, that next Monday, July 9th, is my birthday. And so, next FRIDAY, July 13th, Opalissa will be hosting her Birthday Bash!

Dawn’s a quiet time in Nighthaven; the Kaldorei have pretty much all gone to bed and the rest are just stirring. Of course, with two new babies, quiet is kind of hard to come by lately. But it was quiet now. I’d just put Joseph back to bed with a full stomach and a clean diaper and Isabelle wasn’t stirring yet. So it was my time to watch the mists rising off the lake and contemplate the letter I’d received.

There’d been a murder in Darkshire, a real one this time, and the murderer had used the Light. My patrons at the Cathedral were calling in a marker and asking me to take a look and “resolve the situation appropriately”. I could read between the lines – if someone from the Church was involved it was better that the Church caught them first.

Hallow's End in Stormwind's a good excuse for lots of parties, so I went to a couple this week. Lady Opalissa had a little costume party a few days ago. She seems like a nice person for a noble. I enjoyed it, even though I still can't get over seeing Lorith in that dancer's outfit.