Lady Nightingale Vatul Feyranti, of the Danse Macabre asks, "And who shall be our next entry?"

Jolanthe tells you, "Or I can take the run before you? Either or."

Raising her hand, you say, "I can go next.."

Jolanthe nods her head emphatically.

The electrifying shimmer of arcane magics fills the air, accompanied by structured High Magic chanting from nearby.

Vatul looks towards the entrants curiously, and with a smile at you, she beckons the faeling forward.

Shaddus thanks Orventa profusely.

Shaddus gives Orventa a peck on the cheek.

Shaddus eats a sublime diamond platter of silky black caviar with obvious gusto.

Shaddus coughs a bit, a speck of caviar falling out of the side of his cheek before he stuffs it back in.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar snuffles softly at Shaddus.

Shaddus beams broadly at Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar.

A spectral violinist lifts her instrument with a flourish, pale blue smoke obscuring the instrument before swirling thinly away to reveal a flute. She puts it to her lips and issues forth a lilting, hypnotic melody as the violin, viola, and cello thrum softly into being beneath, the strains of a flowing bolero manifesting throughout the ballroom.

You have emoted: Coraline flutters up to the stage, the light of the candles reflecting her costume and mask in a rubescent array of colours. The ember butterflies adorned on her shoes flutter lightly with her movement as she takes her place on the centre of the stage.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Prelate Shaddus Trueflight, of the Broken Teeth says to Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar, "I missed you too, don't worry."

Alexandria quickly devours a platter of lobster and corkscrew cheese pasta.

The corners of Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar's mouth turn up as he grins mischeviously.

The electrifying shimmer of arcane magics fills the air, accompanied by structured High Magic chanting from nearby.

The hiss of pressurised air precedes the rush of blood through the tubes wreathing the Choir of Anguish, flowing toward its heart before being drawn hungrily into the porous volcanic stone.

The heads of a blood-streaked sable hydra with hissing wings of tenebrous black flame look about in several directions, forked tongues flicking out to taste the air.

You weave your illusion.

A draconic voice booms in your mind, "Greetings."
Your eye immediately notices the flaws in what is obviously an illusion.

You have recovered equilibrium.

Mahalath's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar noses around Shaddus's feet, looking for hints of scraps.

Kanaya tilts her head curiously.

Orventa tilts her head and listens intently.

Mahalath mutters and traces complex glowing symbols before her. The symbols fade away and Mahalath nods knowingly.

You weave your illusion.

A draconic voice booms in your mind, "I have come here today, dressed as Drachou, Sacred Guardian of Gaudiguch."
Your eye immediately notices the flaws in what is obviously an illusion.

Vatul lifts her wine glass to Mahalath briefly, though remains quite focused in judging you entry.

You have recovered equilibrium.

Shaddus sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.

Shaddus takes a platter of decadent golden apples on a bed of spun sugar from an ebon table draped in black silks.

Shaddus gives a platter of decadent golden apples on a bed of spun sugar to Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar.

Shaddus reaches over to Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar and itches his back.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar melts, apparently in an almost divine ecstasy.

You weave your illusion.

A draconic voice booms in your mind, "This might seem a strange choice: What does Drachou have in relation to the ideals or faiths of Magnagora?"
Your eye immediately notices the flaws in what is obviously an illusion.

You have recovered equilibrium.

The Iron Key to the Infernal Machine clicks and clanks with a cacophony of mechanical noises, a trickle of crimson blood streaming from one of the eye sockets for a moment.

Mechanical clankings rumble from deep beneath the ground, as though some great clockwork engine lay beneath your feet.

You weave your illusion.

A draconic voice booms in your mind, "However, I think that my costume can, in fact, be related to the theme of tonight."

You have recovered equilibrium.

Mahalath leans against Jarel and surveys the room, murmuring to him abut the glitterati arrayed around the room.

You weave your illusion.

A draconic voice booms in your mind, "Today, Lady Vatul and the others extolled the virtues of Magnagora, and how the city's ideals are based on Transformation."

You have recovered equilibrium.

Jarel smiles softly at Mahalath.

You weave your illusion.

A draconic voice booms in your mind, "The Guardian Drachou, as well as his beloved ember butterflies, are likewise also symbols of Transformation."
Your eye immediately notices the flaws in what is obviously an illusion.

You have recovered equilibrium.

Valkira d'Lardick says, "It was a lovely evening. Though time calls for me to resume my services to the Engine once more."

You weave your illusion.

A draconic voice booms in your mind, "The Guardian was born of the hopes and the dreams of an entire populace, and butterflies themselves are metaphors for transformation."
Your eye immediately notices the flaws in what is obviously an illusion.

You have recovered equilibrium.

Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar crunches into his new bounty of golden apples, smearing gilt paint all over his face.

Shaddus nods his head at Valkira d'Lardick.

Valkira d'Lardick inclines her head solemnly to the attendance left while she languidly prepares to leave.

Mahalath glances at you with an unreadable expression before turning and murmuring something to Jarel.

Uzriel inclines his head towards Valkira as she prepares to leave.

Fluid swathes of midnight satins engulf Valkira d'Lardick from sight as she strolls to the south, her dagger sheathes glinting fiercely underneath available light.

You weave your illusion.

A draconic voice booms in your mind, "I will end on this note. Thank you."

You curtsey gracefully.

You have recovered equilibrium.

You have emoted: Coraline steps off the stage with light footsteps and the fluttering of her wings.

Vatul gives up a round of applause.

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Sapphira gives up a round of applause.

Shaddus claps, nodding at you in appreciation.

Jolanthe gives up a round of applause.

You tell Jolanthe Myeras, "Hope that wasn't too bad!"

Kanaya applauds you heartily.

Alexandria flashes you a joyous smile.

Orventa gives up a round of applause.

Mahalath applauds you heartily.

A ghostly iron chain coalesces about Sapphira's neck, free end moving sinuously about. Sapphira lifts one hand to caress the chain almost lovingly, a faint smile on her lips, before the image fades into smoke.

Latifa y'Bolgari offers a slow clap and takes a sip of her champagne.

Kailanna inclines her head politely to you.

Jolanthe tells you, "I think I couldn't have done better with the same setup!"