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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-08-23 05:16 pm

Event | Sinbrilee | Bacchanal

Characters: Any and all!
Date: August 24 - 30th
Location: Sinbrilee
Situation: An ancient festival of an ancient city, all are welcome at the Bacchanal!
Warnings/Rating: Please label threads as appropriate.

Death and destruction cannot curtail the single most important festival celebrated by the denizens of Sinbrilee: The Bacchanal! The ghosts in and about the city have begun to gossip about high fashion and festivities, sending any that inquire to the Amphitheatre -- a grand, circular structure nestled in the west side of the city.

This structure bore the fall of Sinbrilee and the wear of time with dignity, having lost handfuls of archways and one long stretch of wall to crumbling decay. Despite this, it is obvious that the amphitheatre once hosted many a display and every more festivities than the mind can grasp. This was their solace and safety; here is where the people of Sinbrilee came to find the mind's escape from all that threatened them and their great turtle.

Ghosts have been busy throughout the week, clearing paths through debris and hanging great cloth banners of soft blues and greens to disguise the more blatant signs of its decline. Many hundreds of them shimmer and slid through the area, providing for tables upon tables of food, offering drink, and overseeing competition of sport and skill (some even denying death's non-corporeal curse to enter).

Here, well... Here is where the party begins!

Food & Drink | Music, Discussions, & Dancing | Wrestling & Competitions
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[personal profile] myownhand 2013-08-27 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Alright... that reaction will give her pause... She'll take a deep breath and try to regain her composure.]

I can understand that. [She smooths her hands over her dress and then her fingers land on the belt at her hip. She presses her lips together looking at the insignia of three bears. Her mother's insignia.] I didn't mean t'make y'talk about anythin' y'didn't want to. I've just--[there's a sigh, this is more than she's told anyone, but it's a "safe" subject] I've had a run in with a spirit, not like you, but a spirit noneth'less.

He was trapped as a demon bear, apparently he used t'be a prince.

[Mor'du and his story had taken up more of her thoughts as of late. She was happy that she was able to help him, but she couldn't imagine being stuck in that sort of state.]

I was just curious is all.