Malyk
House Levalle
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Post by Malyk on Jul 22, 2018 10:31:28 GMT 1
The Masquerade Ball had gone wonderfully. Well, wonderfully for everyone but Lord Hightower, but his sudden, untimely and tragic demise had done nothing to spoil the evening for the other guests who had praised the evening as a social triumph and praised Lord Gormon Peake for his generosity, good taste and administrative skills. By most accounts the highly theatrical and mockishly clandestine event had been a rousing success. The food was sublime, the wine flowed like fountains, the dancing was graceful and the conversation engaging. The scent of the Highgarden flowers still linger upon the colorful masks and equally colorful costumes that adorned the party-goers. So many amusing diversions packed into one short night it would be impossible to list them all. Even those with the most demanding and discerning of tastes had to grudgingly admit that Lord Peake had outdone himself. If the loss of Lord Hightower had been unfortunate, it did nothing to detract from the gathering as a whole. One that would be remembered fondly by many who attended.
There were rumors, of course, that the Ball might not have reached such vaunted heights without the coin of House Lavelle and the renowned administrative skills of their Senechal, but if such is the case, they have taken no credit. Humbly allowing Lord Peake to bask in the glow if his impressive achievement.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Jul 22, 2018 22:29:34 GMT 1
Titus received an invitation and attended along with his family. He was of Peake blood after all and both him and Balon had spent their childhood in Starpike, even if Titus had never caught the favor of Lord Gormon more so than him. Never the one for extravagance, Titus dressed in his fineries and received a mask upon arrival. He danced, mingled and observed.
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