Spring 22, 521AV
Lhavit, the city of stars and scholars, was unrecognizable as Syna set and the reception began in earnest. People flooded the streets. Trading their prim and modest robes befitting a noble Dusk wedding, for garments of silk and satin embedded with sequins and stones that shone like the stars they worshipped. After another dark, cold winter the promise of a night of indulgence proved too tempting for some.
And nowhere was the air more thick with revelry than in Surya plaza. Brightly coloured lanterns lined the open space, cutting great swaths out of the darkness and adding to the festival like atmosphere. Musicians could be heard playing hearty upbeat ballads about lovers and heartbreak while magicians and artists demonstrated their skills and slight of hand to astonished and vocal crowds. Colorful banners and sparkling gowns swept over the open space as the live music coaxed the partygoers into an inebriated dance. A talented fire breather spat flames above the crowed to their roaring approval while prostitutes from the Red Diamond wearing little more than a smile merged seamlessly with the crowd and coaxed lonely souls away from the party.
And tucked into the corner, teetering at the edge of the crowd and just out of reach of the lamplight a full sized, fully stocked bar was laid out across the empty cobblestones. The rough unfinished oak countertop bore no brand and advertised no shop or business. If someone were to ask the revealers they'd ponder for a moment before remarking that the nondescript bar had just sprouted from the ground like a weed. The warm dark wood seemed to soak in the light, shining a fiery red and illuminating the selection of spirits whose bottles clanked with every movement of the rather boisterous barkeep.
"WINE, ALE, SPIRITS OF ALL KINDS! A COPPER EACH! COME HAVE YOUR FILL! "
Jomi, brash, carless and wearing his most charming smile and convincing materialization, danced around the bartop holding a wooden bowl. The few coins inside rolled and clinked merrily as it was swept out towards the crowd invitingly.
The wide grin split his face as he emptied the contents of another bottle of mystery liquid into the hefty pitcher that stood front and center of the modest bar. "It's free if you're cute!"
The ghosts eyes flashed mischievously in the firelight. It was his Masters wedding tonight. Madeira was now officially the wife of the Dusk heir and a member of Lhavit's ruling class. With all the power that comes with the title casting a net of protection around her lowly undead servants. And what was the point of that protection if he couldn't use it to coerce a few drunks out of their coin at an unregulated bar? Sure, the Kelvic ghost couldn't read the spirits labels or taste the contents but why would that matter? It was all just rotten fruit juice anyway, Jomi had mused privately.
A few heads turned towards his dramatic display, regarding the nondescript bar with curiosity as they drifted closer. Jomi eyed them hungrily from his perch. He didn't need them or their money. He was situated in the home of a master spiritist, he could come and go as he pleased and never had any need for material items. But over the passed seasons a growing emptiness had gnawed deep inside the old ghost. A hollow ache for something the ghost couldn't identify, like a piece of him was missing leaving a void that needed to be filled. It was tainting his every thought.
But perhaps these naïve fools had that something he needed.
The ghost was careless with his movements, making only a token effort to hide his undead condition. The Dira stone imbedded in his palm pulsed a dull red in the dark feeding its power into his materialization. But the stone couldn't hide the way his realistically scuffed and worn leather boots made no sound as he jumped off the bar top. Or the way his body didn't bend with the force of impact when his weightless materialized body hit the ground. Or the fact he was still conscious after having been so close to the fumes emanating from the now brimming pitcher.
In a flurry of motion the ghost produced a clear crystal glass and a tray of garnishes. Tipping the pitcher with great effort he managed to splash some of the torrent of brackish liquid into the vessel and topped it with a green sprig. Jomi presented his masterpiece with a flourish, whipping around and presenting it to the closest patron with a big toothy grin.
"it's my own special blend."
And nowhere was the air more thick with revelry than in Surya plaza. Brightly coloured lanterns lined the open space, cutting great swaths out of the darkness and adding to the festival like atmosphere. Musicians could be heard playing hearty upbeat ballads about lovers and heartbreak while magicians and artists demonstrated their skills and slight of hand to astonished and vocal crowds. Colorful banners and sparkling gowns swept over the open space as the live music coaxed the partygoers into an inebriated dance. A talented fire breather spat flames above the crowed to their roaring approval while prostitutes from the Red Diamond wearing little more than a smile merged seamlessly with the crowd and coaxed lonely souls away from the party.
And tucked into the corner, teetering at the edge of the crowd and just out of reach of the lamplight a full sized, fully stocked bar was laid out across the empty cobblestones. The rough unfinished oak countertop bore no brand and advertised no shop or business. If someone were to ask the revealers they'd ponder for a moment before remarking that the nondescript bar had just sprouted from the ground like a weed. The warm dark wood seemed to soak in the light, shining a fiery red and illuminating the selection of spirits whose bottles clanked with every movement of the rather boisterous barkeep.
"WINE, ALE, SPIRITS OF ALL KINDS! A COPPER EACH! COME HAVE YOUR FILL! "
Jomi, brash, carless and wearing his most charming smile and convincing materialization, danced around the bartop holding a wooden bowl. The few coins inside rolled and clinked merrily as it was swept out towards the crowd invitingly.
The wide grin split his face as he emptied the contents of another bottle of mystery liquid into the hefty pitcher that stood front and center of the modest bar. "It's free if you're cute!"
The ghosts eyes flashed mischievously in the firelight. It was his Masters wedding tonight. Madeira was now officially the wife of the Dusk heir and a member of Lhavit's ruling class. With all the power that comes with the title casting a net of protection around her lowly undead servants. And what was the point of that protection if he couldn't use it to coerce a few drunks out of their coin at an unregulated bar? Sure, the Kelvic ghost couldn't read the spirits labels or taste the contents but why would that matter? It was all just rotten fruit juice anyway, Jomi had mused privately.
A few heads turned towards his dramatic display, regarding the nondescript bar with curiosity as they drifted closer. Jomi eyed them hungrily from his perch. He didn't need them or their money. He was situated in the home of a master spiritist, he could come and go as he pleased and never had any need for material items. But over the passed seasons a growing emptiness had gnawed deep inside the old ghost. A hollow ache for something the ghost couldn't identify, like a piece of him was missing leaving a void that needed to be filled. It was tainting his every thought.
But perhaps these naïve fools had that something he needed.
The ghost was careless with his movements, making only a token effort to hide his undead condition. The Dira stone imbedded in his palm pulsed a dull red in the dark feeding its power into his materialization. But the stone couldn't hide the way his realistically scuffed and worn leather boots made no sound as he jumped off the bar top. Or the way his body didn't bend with the force of impact when his weightless materialized body hit the ground. Or the fact he was still conscious after having been so close to the fumes emanating from the now brimming pitcher.
In a flurry of motion the ghost produced a clear crystal glass and a tray of garnishes. Tipping the pitcher with great effort he managed to splash some of the torrent of brackish liquid into the vessel and topped it with a green sprig. Jomi presented his masterpiece with a flourish, whipping around and presenting it to the closest patron with a big toothy grin.
"it's my own special blend."
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