Solstice in Glomdoring: Day 1, the Ceremony

Entrance to the putrefied glen. <--NOTE: wrong spot LOL
The shadows violently writhe and twist along the ground here, indicating a war shrine of Nocht nearby. A strong breeze whistles over the ground. A stone bridge to the southeast provides entry into this dark area of the forest. A dark mist pervades the air, brushing close between the plants and swirling past anything that disturbs the stillness. What look like willow trees at first glance are actually dead trunks and branches, draped with hanging vines. Water drips from these tendrils, and slime coats their surface. The trees themselves are black, although they bear no sign of having been burnt. A sense of disquiet pervades the air - perhaps the smell of rot, the damp air or just the uneasy stillness of this dank glade. Glaring about the area suspiciously, Brultk Thornblood paces back and forth here. Split down the middle, a ravenwood sapling has been crushed here. A mature hemlock tree stands proudly here. A golden stocking has been hung here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. Mushrooms are growing here in a perfect circle. Surrounded by an aura of brilliant hues and searing heat, Ankaa perches here on one leg. With murderous amber eyes, a slender wyvern with delicate butterfly wings prowls around here. Blade Betwixt Ebon Veils, Alary al-Saaoud, the Arch of Mages shifts and blurs, their figure cast into uncertainty by the enveloping Presence that lingers large, unseen, and heavy about their form. They wield a mercurial ivory staff streaked with scarlet in their left hand and a black rose-shaped wand in their right hand. Kihr is here. Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia is here. She wields spectral psiblade claws in each hand. Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk floats here, suffusing the air with the sickly-sweet scent of blackthorn blossoms. They wield an athame dagger of dusk in their left hand.
You see exits leading north, northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.

Long neck cocked to the side and cold eyes spinning wildly, Ankaa leans towards you and opens his beak, an outpouring of ancient tongues replacing speech briefly, until he takes notice and straightens his head, nodding at you as if nothing had occured.

Jolanthe Myeras says, "Should be even more plentiful if Pandaemonium can get properly cultivated."

You cough softly.

Rancoura tells you, "Ah, closer to the Ravenwood than that, little one."

Kalaneya's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Esei sucks thoughtfully on their teeth.

Your snout twitches and trembles at the air, sensing through a striped badger nose upon your face the faint traces of others in the surrounding area.
You make out the scent of Xenthos coming from putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Alary coming from entrance to the putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Tridemon coming from entrance to the putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Tsakali coming from entrance to the putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Kihr coming from entrance to the putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Jolanthe coming from entrance to the putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Nepenthe coming from putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Rancoura coming from under a dark root.
You make out the scent of Kalaneya coming from entrance to the putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Geran coming from putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Norra coming from putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Romaan coming from before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
You make out the scent of Esri coming from putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Unitos coming from putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Afollia coming from putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Esei coming from entrance to the putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Eritheyl coming from entrance to the putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Feoragan coming from putrefied glen.
You make out the scent of Shulamit coming from entrance to the putrefied glen.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Are we starting the opening ceremony?"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "North of ravenwood said?"

Esei blinks.

Norra murmurs, "I hope I wasn't expected to be dressed formally for this."

Visionary Esei of the Ascending Dusk says, "You were not."

Tsakali's eyes sparkle with amusement at Norra.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says, "Good, what you see is what you get for me."

Rancoura tells you, "No no - at it. Beneath its branches."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Ah - At!"

Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
The dark heart of Glomdoring Forest is almost audibly beating in this, its shadowy centre. Tall, blackened trees surround this clearing, pressing together into an imposing barrier of rotten vegetation. Moulds and fungi are smeared across the plants, their pungent stench suffusing the forest. The branches are coated in dark slime, slick tendrils that hang downwards. Although a variety of trees might actually grow here, the black tar that coats them renders them indistinguishable. A thin black mist creeps between the trees, hanging low across the ground. The floor of the clearing itself is simply bare earth, cracked and dry. Overshadowing all is the Master Ravenwood Tree itself, jutting into the sky like a twisted fist. The sound of laughing crows echoes down from the treetops, a harsh sound for the ears below. The atmosphere vibrates with a palpable power. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power.
You see a single exit leading north.

You yell, "Many apologies - please gather AT the Master Ravenwood for ceremony."

You yell, "Can teleport to myself should need to! 1337's the place!"

"Ok!" Tsakali exclaims.

You beam broadly.

Tridemon Regalis, Keeper of Pure Waters says to Esei, "What, you weren't aware that Norra was supposed to wear a ballgown?"

Apologetically, you exclaim, "Sorry for mix-up!"

You see the following people here:
Kihr, Eritheyl, Nepenthe, Tsakali, Skye, Romaan, Tridemon, Alary, Jolanthe, Geran, Shulamit, Kalaneya, Esri, Afollia, Esei, Gurashi.

Esei stares implacably at Tridemon.

Esei narrows their eyes at Tridemon in an unnerving manner.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Have most gathered - am making sure..."

Kihr blinks.

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "We are beginning the opening ceremony north of the Master Ravenwood shortly."

(The Crux): You say, "At the Master Ravenwood, apologies."

(The Crux): Xenthos says, "Ah, at the Master Ravenwood, then."

**Cue lots of giving out lanterns and a smidge of lingering confusion XD**

Comprehension flashes across Alary's face.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Disciple of the Thorned Willow Esri, Proselyte of the Awakening.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Tantisper, the silver lion's lips.

Blade Betwixt Ebon Veils, Alary al-Saaoud, the Arch of Mages says, "I remember the words..."

Geran thanks you profusely.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Alary, "I remember...you, very well!"

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd whispers, "Crow is in the trees if you want to pay your respects."

Shulamit glances about, her body turning a hazy shade of grey.

Shulamit looks upwards and confused, waving at the trees above.

Blade Betwixt Ebon Veils, Alary al-Saaoud, the Arch of Mages says to Feoragan, "Perhaps later."

Esei lets out a soft, short laugh.

Alary smiles softly at Shulamit.

Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Miss Kalaneya is handing out the lanterns really quickly - am sorry to make wait! Are almost done!!"

Rancoura tells you, "Not at all."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Kalaneya, "Let know when have given them all out."

You beam broadly at Kalaneya.

Nepenthe bobs his head and shuffles his feet to an erratic rhythm apparently only he can hear.

Esei tilts their head curiously at Skye.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Kihr.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Kihr, "Happy Solstice!"

You think to yourself: Wow, look at everyone...!

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Does anyone need a skylantern?"

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Wandering Skye.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Last call for skylanterns."

Faintly buzzing, you say to Skye, "Happy Solstice!"

Xenthos pats a bewitching wyrden rose lantern in a friendly manner.

You chirp happily at a stylized crow lantern.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Are ready."

Faintly buzzing, you whisper, "Are ready."

Esri ponders the situation.

Kind Nepenthe laughingly says, "Am ready."

You have emoted: Gurashi straightens, looking up towards the Master Ravenwood.

(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "Thundercats are GOOOO."

Rancoura tells you, "Call for silence then, please, and inform me when it is so?"

Loudly over the gathered din, you say, "May ask that all please be very very very VERY very quiet, please!"

You chirp happily.

"Shh!" you say, putting a finger to your lips.

You have emoted: Gurashi looks this way, then that... then nods.

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel, "Is so."

As Feoragan releases a bewitching wyrden rose lantern into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward. <-- *internal screaming*

Brennan Stormcrow cocks his head to one side, looking Rancoura over with an appraising stare.

Hauntingly beautiful with its petals glowing in shades reminiscent of true shadowfire, a bewitching wyrden rose lantern drifts languidly upwards through the skies.

Feoragan peers about himself unscrupulously.

Rancoura sweeps forward in silence, reverently bearing a bundle of long, unlit torches in her arms. Thin argent chains glint from the aphotic, silken skirt upon her hips and the anklet revealed by her steps, a silver-streaked black scarf winding around her waist.

Tsakali rolls their eyes at Feoragan.

As Esri releases a bewitching wyrden rose lantern into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

As a bewitching wyrden rose lantern drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "Stop."
(The Shadow Kindred): You say, "Do not release your lanterns lol."
(The Shadow Kindred): Feoragan says, "Oh my god."

A halter blouse reveals the pale flesh of her abdomen, strong yet smooth; every inch of her indigo-brushed skin is covered in violet-painted runes and symbols, and Rancoura moves with a smooth grace despite the burdens she carries.

Casting a jewel-toned lazuline gaze around for a moment before selecting a clearing amongst the crowd, Rancoura solemnly drives a torch into the ground at each of the four cardinal directions, twisting the ravenwood poles as she drives their sharp points into the loam, the earth firmly packed by centuries of movement beneath the boughs of the Master Ravenwood. She leaves the torches unlit, disappearing into the darkness beneath the roots of the towering Tree.

As she emerges a moment later, the Wyrden Haruspex grasps a verdant branch of hemlock in each hand, the brush-like leaves of the evergreen hued a deep emerald. With swirling movements, Rancoura sweeps the boughs along the ground, brushing over the organic debris upon the forest's floor.

A stream of whispered prayers flow from Rancoura's pale lips as she circles the perimeter set by the standing torches, the names of Night, Crow, Idols, Shadowbeat and Dark Spirits amongst her invocations. Once the circle is complete, the Haruspex continues the trail towards its centre, setting the branches to rest at her feet.

Extending open palms at her sides, Rancoura's eyes flutter closed as she concludes her whispered communion, form stilling save for the immense, shadow-spun wings expanding slowly at her back. Unfurling like a cloak, their ethereal adumbration shifts and stirs in the wan breeze.

Suddenly, Rancoura snaps her fingers, and the torches flare to life with purple and black shadowflame.

The Haruspex's eyes slowly open, the last blue streaks seeping out as her irises shift into shades of violet, shadows of the same ebon and mauve flames flickering within their depths. "Welcome, Wyrdenkin, and those who come from beyond," Rancoura breathes, words a steady cadence that resonates amongst the dusky trees.

With a steady, melodic flow, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "As the Solstice draws near, The Glomdoring's borders are open to you, but beware: the Heart of Darkness lives, and it breathes, and it seeks."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Tread carefully through our woods, for the Wyrd fears not death. Death is but a new beginning, and the rhythm of the Shadowbeat paces the journey of Rebirth."

Rancoura gracefully bends to unwind a series of long strips of dark cloth from the handles of the hemlock boughs, arranging them in her grasp in a tassel-like array. The material is dusted with a curious, pale powder, already leaving thin clouds of particles in the air as the Haruspex organizes them.

Rising to the balls of her feet, Rancoura crosses her wrists high above her head and arches her slender form. "We dance these steps, in peace and war," she continues, her voice silken. "The storm crescendos as it ruins, the snows ferry death as they fall; yet new life thrums as it abates, awaiting the time of its emergence."

Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Snald hopefully.

Drawing a breath, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "So does the Solstice portend; and this Rebirth we celebrate, for it is ours to transcend."

Rancoura lapses into a momentary silence, allowing the distant beating of the Drums of the Dead to fill the quietude. With a faint, knowing smile, her eyes close once more, chest rising as she draws a deep breath, bated with anticipation.

Seamlessly, the demidivine descends in a graceful movement, moving with the thumping rhythm and swooping forward, torso curved towards the ground as she draws the cloth tassels through the air. Rancoura swirls the strips above her as she rises, snapping them like a whip and sending the powder coating them billowing into the air.

The shadowfires atop the torches crackle as the powder makes contact, sending bursts of flame outwards. Rancoura begins to move in a mesmerizing dance, snapping the tassels whenever she nears a torch, sending tongues of wyrden fire snarling outwards outwards as they react. Her dance a study in fluidity, the Haruspex moves a few more steps before she begins to chant.

Feet stamping lightly as she moves, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel chants, "Evernight, evernight, the eventide is nigh."

The shadows slowly start to dissipate.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel chants, "Isa, isa, the shadows a-flight."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel chants, "Slumber, slumber, the biding shall end."

You have emoted: Gurashi watches Rancoura from near the edge of the crowd, alternating between being fixated on the demigoddes and those entering.

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel chants, "Waken, waken, the Hallowed portend."
Rancoura's movements gain in speed, skirts sliding about her long legs, the symbols upon her skin cavorting beneath the dark illumination of the torches. Shadows chase each step, twirling and undulating about her form like insubstantial, ebon flames themselves as she twists the strips of cloth over and around her swirling figure.

Continuing to flow around the circle, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel chants, "Glory, glory, webbings and weave."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel chants, "Hunger, hunger, afore the eve."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel chants, "Journey, journey, adapt and survive."

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel chants, "Revel, revel, the Solstice arrives."
Rancoura throws her arms outwards, whipping the cloths one last time -- and the shadowfire torches burst with engorging dark flames, tendrils of black and violet flaring out across the glen as a murder of crows launch themselves from the Ravenwood's boughs, cawing their symphony to the drumbeat as they take flight.

Her chest heaving lightly, Rancoura's gaze moves among the gathered, lingering upon a visage here and there. "Blessed are we, who walk the shadows of the Wyrden Woods," she whispers breathlessly. "So do we revel in the art of Rebirth."

You think to yourself: Gosh..

With a delicate sigh, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Let the Solstice Festival begin."

You think to yourself: Is amazing....!

Rancoura sinks into a deep curtsy, arms outstretched and wrists gracefully curled, wings unfurled elegantly at her sides.

Snald cheers wildly!

You give a short gasp of elation.

Geran cheers wildly!

Eritheyl whistles appreciatively.

Romaan cheers wildly!

As Romaan releases a bewitching wyrden rose lantern into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

Esei claps their hands together merrily.

Shulamit takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of her face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.

Tridemon pats a rainbow-furred seal with slippery flippers in a friendly manner.
Looking endearingly at Tridemon, a rainbow-furred seal with slippery flippers bounces to his side and buries her head against his torso affectionately.

Tsakali claps their hands together merrily.

Jolanthe gives up a round of applause.

Kalaneya applauds Rancoura heartily.

Kihr cheers wildly!

As Tsakali releases a bewitching wyrden rose lantern into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

Afollia gives up a round of applause.

As Esei releases a bewitching wyrden rose lantern into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

Norra cheers wildly!

As Kalaneya releases a stylized crow lantern into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

You have emoted: Gurashi quickly claps and claps and claps, beaming at Rancoura from his spot.

You lay out a spread of your finest cuisine and delicacies before your guests. Enjoying the food yourself, you delight even more at the sight of everyone indulging themselves in this epicurian feast, eating and drinking until utterly satiated. The fine meal not only lifts your spirits, but enhances your body as well.

<-- also cue at least 25 lanterns getting released lol

"Huzzah!" Romaan shouts triumphantly.

As Rancoura releases a bewitching wyrden rose lantern into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.
Hauntingly beautiful with its petals glowing in shades reminiscent of true shadowfire, a bewitching wyrden rose lantern drifts languidly upwards through the skies.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow.

Nepenthe congratulates Rancoura with some wild clapping.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Snald, "Happy Solstice."

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says, "And a visit from Ironbeard to boot."

You have emoted: Gurashi looks to his lantern, holding it out before himself thoughtfully...

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Happy Solstice to all."

Feoragan doffs a gold trimmed pirate captain's hat to Rancoura.

As you release a stylized crow lantern into the air, it begins to float slowly upon the breeze, drifting upward.

Rancoura exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Cheers, everyone! Happy solstice!"

A sombre, twilit glow permeates the area as a dusky lantern of the gloaming looms like a shadow overhead.

Nepenthe giggles happily.

As a stylized crow lantern drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

Squeaking ominously, Nascent Feoragan, Attendant to the Wyrd says to Rancoura, "That was a beautiful opening, Lady Haruspex."

You have emoted: Gurashi watches his lantern ascend before quietly parting the crowd, wandering up to Rancoura and chittering softly.

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins exclaims, "Merry Solstice!"

Norra says, "Happy Solstice to all!"

Nepenthe throws his hands into the air and gives a loud, "WOO!"
Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says, "Happy solstace everyone. In darkness, may you all find peace, on this hallowed day."

With a bow of her head, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "My gratitude to all."

"Heh heh heh" Romaan chuckles.

Shulamit blinks.

The corners of Jolanthe's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Speaking quietly despite the chaos, you say to Rancoura, "Was a beautiful ceremony. Many thank yous."

Blade Betwixt Ebon Veils, Alary al-Saaoud, the Arch of Mages says, "Merry Solstice!"

Jolanthe Myeras says, "He really is a Dwarf on a Mission right now."

A homunculus resembling a deformed furrikin says to Ironbeard the Magnanimous, "Just drop a bag of presents and we'll pick through them."

Acknowledging Jolanthe's point to be true, Shulamit nods her head gravely at her.

Kalaneya nods her head at Jolanthe.

Razhril tells you, "Congratulations. It seems like a success."

Tridemon quickly unwraps a crystal anniversary present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and grins enormously upon receiving 10 Wondercrystals, 13 Ikons, 142416 Gold, and 22 Wakabidrome Tickets. <-- THIS HECKIN GUY

You see the following people here:
Eritheyl, Xenthos, Rancoura, Skye, Kihr, Romaan, Snald, Jolanthe, Alary, Tsakali, Kalaneya, Razhril, Nepenthe, Feoragan, Geran, Tylwyth, Norra, Tridemon, Esei, Shulamit, Unitos, Afollia, Esri, Gurashi.

Shulamit gives a horrified gasp.

"Wow!" Romaan exclaims!

You boggle at Tridemon.

Eritheyl stares blankly into space.

Feoragan stares implacably at Tridemon.

Tsakali stares implacably at Tridemon.

Nepenthe looks at Tridemon in disbelief as he shouts, "Oh my GOD!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Uh....wow."

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Disciple of the Tah'vrai, Razhril.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Razhril, "Happy Solstice!"

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Tridemon, "I am very jealous!"

Disciple of the Tah'vrai, Razhril says to you, "To you as well."

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says to Tridemon, "Happy Solstice!"

Kalaneya chuckles softly with a throaty growl.

Kind Nepenthe asks Tridemon, "Want to trade?"

Shulamit glows bright green, as if to prove the point of envy.
Sandswept Mummer Eritheyl Ryseni, Walker of a Thousand Ways says to Rancoura, "A beautiful and inspiring rite. Now I am more than
glad I was able to make it for the festivities."

You beam broadly at Eritheyl.

"Nope," Tridemon says with finality.

Beaming, you ask Eritheyl, "Isn't Lady Rancoura wonderful?"
Drifting up on the wind, a crow lantern almost appears to fly, small flickering light growing ever distant.

Kihr says, "As am I. It was such a spectacular sight to see. One i shall not forget!"

You beam broadly.

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says to Rancoura, "As always, Lady Haruspex, your rituals are beautiful and awe-inspiring in equal measure."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rancoura's lips as she glances at Eritheyl.

Shulamit appears to puff up slightly as her entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Beaming, you ask Eritheyl, "Isn't Lady Rancoura wonderful?"

Herald of Strife Geran, Blade of Shadows says to Rancoura, "As always, Lady Haruspex, your rituals are beautiful and awe-inspiring in equal measure."

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Thank you for everyone that worked hard into making this solstice a reality, I absolutly look forward to the rest of it these comming months."

Ironbeard the Magnanimous exclaims, "No nneeed to *hic*  thank me! Thank the Gods fok bh *hic* eir gift wf life!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says to Ironbeard the Magnanimous, "...and less of you."

Faintly buzzing, you say, "Do not all leave just yet! Still have to announce the winners of the Solstice Design Contest...."

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Ooooh."

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Yes, the Solstice Design Contest, then two live contests!"

Comprehension flashes across Skye's face.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim, "And theeeeennn... dun dun dun RIGHT here, RIGHT now, design contests!"

Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins says to Rancoura, "It was a wonderful thing to witness. Thank you."
Ironbeard the Magnanimous exclaims, "No need to thank me! Thank thz Godds for TheiR gift of life!"

You have emoted: Gurashi suddenly plays an intimidating little ditty on his lute.

You chitter at Kalaneya with energetic clicks of your mandibles.

Kalaneya clears her throat in an attempt to gain everyone's attention.

Romaan tilts his head and listens intently to Kalaneya.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "We want to thank you all again for coming. And now, the results of our Solstice Design Contest: The Beauty of Snow-Covered Glomdoring!"
Ironbeard the Magnanimous exclaims, "No need to thank mee! Thank the Gods for Treir gift of life!" <-- why

Kalaneya rolls her eyes.

(Glomdoring): You say, "Many thank yous for all that attended the ceremony. In a short while, will be announcing the winners of the Solstice Design Contest, so do not go too far if were someone that submitted something!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says to Tridemon, "Thank you."

You nod your head at Kalaneya.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "In any case."

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Darach Tylwyth Nightshade.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tylwyth, "Happy Solstice!"

You see the following people here:
Kihr, Xenthos, Alary, Razhril, Tsakali, Skye, Romaan, Jolanthe, Tridemon, Eritheyl, Nepenthe, Snald, Unitos, Afollia, Rancoura, Feoragan, Kalaneya, Shulamit, Geran, Norra, Tylwyth, Esri, Gurashi.

Raising a bottle of rum in the air, Norra says, "A toast to our hosts! May we always welcome each other!"

Tylwyth thumps the ground with his cudgel and an earthy aura surrounds his form.

You beam broadly at Tsakali.

Rancoura inclines her head politely to Tsakali.

Faintly buzzing, you say to Tsakali, "Many thank yous!"
Ironbeard the Magnanimous exclaims, "No need to th *hic* ank me! Thank the Gods for Thewr gift oof life!"

You stare implacably at Ironbeard the Magnanimous.

Ironbeard the Magnanimous taps his nose knowingly at you.

You see Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins yell, "Tully!"

In smooth, silken tones, Lady Haruspex Rancoura So'hthae, Ole'noc Caihel whispers, "Ah. Another familiar guest."

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "In third place -- Corissai with 'a circlet of frosted blackthorn flowers'!"

Rancoura inclines her head politely to those around her.

Tully, Janitor of the Basin shouts, "Hiya Boyo, just figured I'd see some folks for a wee bit..."

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "In second place -- Evette with 'a necklace bearing a snowy wyrden orb'!"

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "Ooooh Tully wow."

You see Sir Romaan D'Rose, Knight of the Paladins yell, "Just in time for the festivities! Come join us."

Tully arrives from the north.

You see Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism yell, "Tully? Tully! Oh Tully!"

Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia, "Be sure to also announce on City Channel!"

Kalaneya's lips form a casual half-smile as she bows her head crisply to greet Tully.

You see Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner shout, "Welcome home Tully."

Tully pats Shulamit in a friendly manner.

Skye smiles warmly at Tully.

Rancoura inclines her head politely to Tully.

Shulamit flaps her hands suddenly, glowing an extremely bright yellow.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says, "Tully!"

With a flourish of her arm, Jolanthe bows deeply.

You give a ravenwood picnic basket to Tully, Janitor of the Basin.

Romaan raises his hand in greeting to Tully and says "Hi!"

Tylwyth thanks you profusely.

With a flourish of his arm, Tully bows deeply.

Faintly buzzing, you exclaim to Tully, "Happy Solstice!"

Rajakumari Silvanos Lunarose, Herbal Connoisseur shouts, "Oh! Nice to see you, Tully!"

Romaan claps his hands together merrily.

Tylwyth greets Tully with a sincere smile.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Tully something unintelligible in a gruff, harsh language.

Esri bows respectfully to Tully.

Tully, Janitor of the Basin says, "Thanks, nice to see all of ye."

(Glomdoring): Kalaneya says, "Our design contest results: in third place -- Corissai with 'a circlet of frosted blackthorn flowers'!"

(Glomdoring): Kalaneya says, "In second place -- Evette with 'a necklace bearing a snowy wyrden orb'!"

Alary smiles softly at Tully.

Shulamit gives a rainbow dreameater moth sky lantern to Tully, Janitor of the Basin.

Spinner Afollia, the Grand Diviner says, "It's a delight to have you with us."

(Glomdoring): Kalaneya says, "And we are awaiting everyone to greet Tully before we proceed." <--amazing

Tully, Janitor of the Basin says to Shulamit something unintelligible in a gruff, harsh language.

Multifaceted Designer Shulamit Lunarose, Mysrai's Ivory Prism says to Tully something unintelligible in a gruff, harsh language.

Kalaneya smiles wryly as her golden eyes glint with amusement.

Tully nods his head emphatically.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says to Tully, "Indeed, we are happy to have you."

Blade Betwixt Ebon Veils, Alary al-Saaoud, the Arch of Mages whispers, "May Glomdoring persist through all."

Shulamit sways back and forth excitedly, glowing brightly.

Shulamit hugs Tully compassionately.

Shulamit flares up brightly as she hugs Tully, trying to tamp down and failing.

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Just in time to hear first place in our design contest -- Daem, with 'insulated greatrobes of wyrden winter'!"

Kalaneya Shee-Slaugh, Ma'lanas Runia says, "Cheers to all of our winners!"

Romaan claps his hands together merrily.

Esri's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You cheer wildly!

Alary claps their hands together merrily.