Open - A celebration of a new era

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Dormont, the Capital of Astorea, the pride and joy of all the players on Terrasphere which had stood for hundreds of years was victim of something truely remarkable. The streets of Dormont were taken over by dozens of festive kiosk's selling food, drink, goods and of course games for the masses that spanned in all directions to Castle Dormont. Castle Dormont itself was no different. Inside the castle's inner sanctum, sat a huge dining table in the center of the chamber that easily spanned a few dozen humans, able to seat countless and house enough food for a feast. Of course that wasn't the only table, there were four other dining tables of similar size to seat countless others who would wanted to join the feast with their own assortment of food and beverage as well as musician's playing their instruments . It was say to say only the most important of people nobe or not sat at the center. Against the walls sat end tables and louge chairs for those who didn't wish to sit with crowds but these were few in number.

It was pretty obvious this celebration was put into order once the Falderen King, Theodore D'e Falder had been killed in battle against Astorea's finest led by King Astor the First which in returne brought the Falderen invasion to an end. Though the invasion had ended quickly, it didn't end quick enough as countless died in the battle for Castle Dormont and even the task force led by King Astor the First didn't come back without casualties of it's own which included King Astor himself, Minerva and of course Seto whom were killed during the last moments of the battle. While it was true Astor, Minerva, Seto and the players of Terrasphere were immortal in the sense death was not permanent, to many and the people who inhabited Terrapshere as NPC's, death was still a frightening aspect and the pain it caused was not something a player could describe nor handle over countless times. Along with Minerva and King Astor, Seto was revived by Ashiore and with the help of others, him and the rest of the task force had returned to Astorea as heroes to there people. Even after a few days of returning back to Astorea, Seto was still greatly weakened by his wounds to the point it was hard for him to do basic functions like breathing and walking since he had refused to rest. He had decided against resting in favor of organizing a day of celebration
in an effort to commemorate Astorea's true indepence from Falderan yet he prohibited the masses from throwing the Falderan King's name into the mud in respect for the Falderan Princess, D'vangelline Falder. The celebration became public after the Ebony Duke had sent messengers and town criers all throughout Astorea civilization which in response drew thousands on the day the celebration started, those whom were part of the task force to kill the Falderan King and those close to the Duke such as @Aalam Abungu , @Vartock, @Alia and @Lesalia Jehanna had been sent personal invitions If they were away.

It was a bright albeit slightly windy, sunny day for the celebrations, amonst those outside, thousands of players and the people of Terrapshere gathered in the streets interacting with the vendors, playing games, socializing or signing up for the joust tournment or the areana scramble. Inside was slightly different, many veteran players and noble alike spent their time in Castle's Dormont's inner sanctum socializing and eating to their heart's content. Unlike the last celebration here where he was named a Duke, Seto choose a less active role in the festivities, sitting at the dining table in the middle of the innersanctum with only two chairs being between him and the end where King Astor would sit. Although he had plenty of company from before, Seto had chosen to be by himself for the moment with probably @Emmeline Valenick unless she ran off somewhere again. Seto laid back in his dining looking towards the ceiling sighing before he turned his attention to his mug filled with cherry whisky. For a moment he gazed into his mug, examining the crimson liquad before rising his mug to his lips and gulping some down his dried throat. He hoped Emmeline wouldn't kill him for drinking, he knew he shouldn't due to his condition but right now considiring what had transpired in the last few days, he didn't care, he just wanted to relax.​

 

Vartock walking into this festival showing now emotion or surprised or even care to socialize but he was hungry the second Seto told him where to go eat. Vartock ran straight for the buffet table and starting plowing through the mountains of free food eating like a starved dog. He finished all of his food within 5 minutes flat eating through 20 or more plates of everything he could get his hands on before dropping the plate. The chefs and other people attending the party stared at him like WTF with wide eyes as he finished all that food within a short time. Vartock stared back at the with a blank look on his face picking his teeth with a butcher knife.

Vartock looks up at everybody who is staring vigorously at him and replies the word Can I help you? everyone who was staring at him kept the party going and the chefs took care of his plates. Vartock then spend the remainder of the evening in the very back on the festival standing on his hands doing push-ups. He then continued to work out and swing his fists at the air trying to keep his martial arts sharp as a blade. before dropping back to the ground in a pretzel styled position and his hands folded as he began to meditate. He sat far enough in the back so he wouldn't be bother unless seto's voice spoke to him directly his concentration on his meditation would not break.

Vartock's way of relaxing and having fun has always been training and meditation. His way of life does not afford him such luxuries to sit down and socialize like a high school gossiper. The most fun vartock has ever had was his fight with seto and eating the whole buffet table clean of food. Now his mission was complete and his stomach was filled he blocked out the sounds of the festival and remained silent with his eyes closed. His third eye opening and his energy seeping out remaining around his body as he sat immobilized by nothing but silence.

Vartock is not much of a social bug when nothing calls for it he is mainly stand in the back while the party happens kind of guy. Remaining in thought mode now, he learned about the tattoos and the ability called endure and knew its capabilities now. Vartock was still unsure how to control it due to his lack of high ranking to understand how his powers had worked. He concluded it came out on instinct, his interaction with That cat lady really annoyed him because of how misplace and stupid she was but that didn't stop him. he had reached dunnstads and spokbon before following seth back to astorea.

The battle still raging inside his head as well as his encounter with nyx the beautiful amazoness princess as she behaved like one. I mean how many real beautiful woman have I really met vartock thought to himself if the right one did come along it be harder than ever considering how corrupted and dead inside I have become. there was no hope in saving the man he was once he was five due to the fact of how he was programed growing up. Not much to really say about it anymore but when others make ignorance to people who have tasted death it aggravates him. Most do not understand what it's like to be fucked up in the head by real shit.

Most people just worry about sex and perverted humor, he just shakes his head and walks away if not killing them first. that reminded him of a spell he had heard about in a dark magical book he was writing still trying to come up with the names for the dark magical spells. The spells were capable of making him immortal but he would not be able to produce such spells till he became illustrious in his masteries. Nonetheless everything was happening just as he had foreseen and it's hard not to given how predictable good people are.

 

There was a party going on, and it seemed that Lord Seto had decided to throw a gathering in response to well the players repelling the Falderen forces; well the man had to be in a good mod if this was the party he was throwing. There were chief lined up and down the streets drinks were flowing freely, and there were music lots and lots of music being played without any real reason or rhyme, it was a loud mess if a person was judging on looks along and by anything else it was just a noisy. Well at least the people were happy times had been rough and it was a lot of touches and go for the last few day, but they had found that silver lining in all of this. The people had survived, and well that was something to be happy about if nothing else.

Aalam had almost chosen to avoid the entire thing for some peace and quiet that would have been found in the further reaches of the duke’s land. He was already on the border relaxing in one of his favourite trees when he had received the message from the Duke. It was an informal letter just requesting his presences at the celebration, there were at least seven different ways that he would have been able to refuse, but the man was his lord, and his contract stated that when Seto called he would come. So that’s how he had ended up in the middle of a street fair, there were people in colourful costumes parading up and down the streets, dancing nonstop to the flow of music. Even those that wouldn’t usually be dancing or having fun could be found with a drink in hand and smile on their face. He was overlooking all of this from his position on the rooftop of one of the highest buildings in the capital. It wasn’t the castle but it was a close third in height, he had managed to grab a sack full of food mostly assorted bread, cheeses, and meats but that was good enough. While there were some fantastic dishes being prepared Aalam had his tastes and those did not suit his pallet. He could appreciate a find exile every now and again, but even then his mixtures were more to his liking, you could find flavours there that a person could find nowhere else.’

Making himself a sandwich with a few of the item from his bag, as he watched the crowd for people he knew that Emmeline would be as the duke’s side always but the other he had listed in the message. He only knows one of them, and well he would have to attempt to spot the others. He believes that he had already spotted Vartock, but one could never be sure. He would wait for the other so show before he moved.

 

So many dead bodies and wounded, to Lesalia the invasion was so scary she swore it was something taken out of a movie. She knew Terrasphere was a game and all but it wasn't like she could ever get completely get over seeing bodies and blood everywhere. The screaming and mourning and seeing a lot of people kill each other was something she never wanted to see it again but serving the Duke she probably would since she gave her word she would be by his side. She wasn't lying about that! She really did mean that! She wanted to help all the people she could but seeing blood and gore wasn't something she could get used to. Alot of time had passed since the invasion where she attended to wounded. She was happy to hear the invasion ended but was saddened to hear the death's of the King and her Master. When she first heard of her Master dead, she didn't want to believe it and thought of killing herself came to her mind but she remembered everyone of their kind was immortal. She was so thrilled when her Master returned home to her, Aalam and Emmeline. She did wonder where that alluring woman went. Was her name again? Lesalia couldn't remember her name but something about always felt off to her. Even though her Master refused to let her heal his wounds she stayed at his side with Emmeline If ever he needed something.

Her Master nearly gave her a heart attack with her Master wanting to throw a festival to celebrate Astorea's victory. Initially she thought it was a bad idea but in the long run she saw it as a chance to raise everyone's spirits. Was that her Master's idea? She was against her Master moving around so much to organize the event but she didn't say anything. She stayed quiet during the entire time and helped anyway she could with Emmeline. It was really nice when the festival started! The lights! The stands! Oh and the games! Everything looked like fun and everyone was having a good time! She really wanted to go out of the castle in the capital and go have fun but she knew her place was with her Master since she was his healer and all. She didn't wear anything fancy for the day, choosing to wear her regular outfit since was already fancy and absolutely adored it! But she didn't like it when all the men gooogled her like wanting to do dirty things with her! The nerve of those men! She couldn't help her face being the same color of a tamato but she really wanted to get out of her chair and smacked those men! Oh If she wasn't sitting in a chair near her Master, she give them a good smack! Lesalia sat quietly in her chair at the great dining table in the middle of the room with her hands folded on her waist. She was hungry too but she would wait for Sir.Aalam to arrive at first. She knew the man Vartock had already came earlier and snuffed his face with food than went off to train like usual so she knew she didn't have to wait for him.