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TT and Eline take you up on the offer Robwin. They bed down for a rest in the hut. They each spend some time in quiet devotion to their separate deities before sleeping.   

1d4 Roll for Yian: 3

1d4 roll for Robwin: 1 

Reverie roll for Silenus: 3  

Rinn laughs at Silenus, "No more than you should be with yours!" However, he then takes his drink off and chats to the dwarf-elf before finding his perch up high in a ruined building.

Rinn's d4: 2

Yian,

You open your eyes after an incalculably long blink.

You are in the gardens of a lavish chateau at a masquerade ball.

What does your gown or outfit look like?

Do you have a mask? 

What does it look like?

Robwin,

You attending a masquerade ball held in a lavish chateau.

You just arrived. You are standing in the hallways. 

What does your gown or outfit look like?

Do you have a mask? 

What does it look like?

Silenus,

You and your companion are laughing and giggling as you stumble out of the bushes.

The music played softly by the small string ensemble here in the gardens of the lavish chateau remind you as you adjust your outfit that the masquerade ball has already started. 

What does your gown or outfit look like?

Do you have a mask? 

What does it look like?

Who is your liaison?

Do you know them or are they an interesting guest like yourself?

Rinn,

You are laughing at the comment your friend just made as you enter the ballroom. 

It was not difficult getting to the chateau. The grounds are always so well kept.

You were looking forward to the masquerade ball.

What does your gown or outfit look like?

Do you have a mask? 

What does it look like?

Who is your friend?

Robwin has just arrived and is standing in the entrance hall. He can’t remember how he got there.

He feels the weight of a heavy bronze mask across his eyes. He catches his own reflection in an ornate mirror to his left. The mask is wrought into the shape of an owl’s face…

The mask rests uncomfortably against his face and the weight of it is oppressive.

He’s dressed in formal attire, of the style seen in Neverwinter… although his suit is divided: the right side is pale and the left side is dark, matching the colours and temperament of the two sides of the Weave he’s seen many times before.

The pale side is formal, and adorned with swan feathers all the way down the arm. The dark side is frivolous and a myriad of colours and textures: harlequin patterns and dark leathers.

Robwin,

As you scrutinize your appearance in the mirror, a guest a few feet away points excitedly at the colourful tiles in the shape of your footsteps that have been left behind in your wake.

Robwin acknowledges the guest with a small polite bow, his right hand, in a pale glove, formally over his chest… but his left hand, encrusted with gaudy rings, seems to flounce out to his side of its own accord, in an unnecessary flourish.

He frowns to himself but looks down to where the guest is indicating his footprints, lifting one foot and then the other, like someone checking they haven’t stepped in anything. He checks whether he’s still leaving strange prints… and if both feet leave the same mark.

His right foot is in soft shoe of pale suede. His left, in a slinky knee-high boot. The boot clicks loudly on the hard floor, like a tap shoe, as he sets it back down. The sound irritates him and pleases him in equal measure. The fact that it pleases him irritates him.

The gown outfit is simple but elegant a black satin dress with straps that cross over the otherwise bare back, and a cloak of red scale patterned silk which is almost reminiscent of wings,

The mask is almost like her own but covers her entire face extending like a Kitsune mask covering everything but her eyes which peirce through.

Yian reflexively looks for Ydri (I assume not finding him) and then feels for her blade or bow (Also assumedly not finding either).

 Is there anybody around who seems to be looking at me or waiting for someone?

Silenus stumbles out of the bushes, holding the hand of his companion, a golden green dryad, a short gown of leaves covering her body.

 Silenus shakes his head, causing a shower of leaves and twigs to shake out.

"That was rad," Silenus says to the dryad. He then turns to the sound of the music and smiles before looking back at the dryad, "Come, let's dance." 

He adjusts his mask, a blue and white jester's mask, pulling it down over his face. 

Silenus then looks down to adjust his clothing, where he discovers the mask is all he's wearing. He stares down for a moment, then looks back up towards the chateau and the sound of the music. He shrugs and laughs loudly before holding his arm out for the dryad to take.

"Shall we?" Silenus asks.

They walk towards the chateau, Silenus completely at ease in only wearing the mask.

Yian,

Ydri appears to be resting leisurely near a large fountain. 

You have a thin, short dagger strapped to your outer left thigh.

You see among the guests a nude Satyr save his mask and dryad walk together toward the chateau, stop in the clearing near a playing string quintet and begin to dance. (( DC 12 Perception to recognize the Satyr ))

You look around.

You have a plus one. 

Who is with you?

Robwin, 

The left and right print are different. The left is long, thin, three toed and clawed. What does the right print look like? 

Silenus,

(( Roll a performance check ))

(( If you wish, roll a DC 14 Perception to recognize other guests ))

Perception: 22

As a plus one, she has a friend she met on the road a long time ago, a woman equally tall as Yian is she has hair which is red, she is wearing an outfit similar to Yian's but her mask and dress are white where Yian's is black but the cloak is the same.

Her arms and legs are covered in red scales and her both end in claws and her eyes are orange through the mask and slitted like a cat's, much like Yian's green eyes

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Robwin, 

The left and right print are different. The left is long, thin, three toed and clawed. What does the right print look like? 

 
Robwin is surprised then not at all surprised to see that the footprints don’t match the shoes…

The right footprint is that of an overly large hind-foot of a rabbit or hare.

Much more of this and he will have to find a drink.

He also casts about, trying to catch sight of Elsa, his friend from town, suddenly unsure of whether he’d extended the invitation to her at all.

Does he have a sense for where Lia is too?

Robwin, 

As you cast about you do see Elsa in a simple yet elegant white gown adorned in ruffles at the other end of the hall. Her hair is up to the right. She has a white lace mask. Lia is perched on her left shoulder. 

The moment you notice them, you feel Lia more fully than you ever have since you first summoned them.

You see each other at the same moment. Elsa lowers her mask smiling wide and waves. She is clearly excited to see you.