Post by Skylla on Apr 2, 2011 17:00:35 GMT -5
This is a general narration for everyone at the festival. This narration will effect all threads and should be incorporated into roleplay. I will narrate threads as I see fit, but what happens to your characters is largely up to you.
[/center]The fire roared to life and the volume of the crowd had jumped an octave higher in order to talk over the crackling of the flames. The alcohol fueled party which had been going on the entire day was now finally hitting its peak. The dance floor was packed as couples spun and danced merrily, their sidhe grace saving them from being totally uncoordinated in their intoxication. The tune the band played was high pitched and whiny, fast paced and loud enough that the roar of the crowd and the pounding of the dancers did not impede the melody. In fact, the scene was nearly chaotic, so chaotic that no one noticed the screams of several faerie on the outskirts of the clearing.
Arrows rained down, the canvas tent no match for the razor tipped projectiles that pierced through it with deadly intent. Dozens of fae were struck, some stricken with minor injuries others with mortal blows that dropped them into trances where they stood. The music stopped and the masses began to scatter. Screams of panic and fear tore through the crowd, tables, chairs, and all décor torn asunder in the chaos.
Despite the gigantic size of the bonfire which burned brightly a strange inky darkness crept over the place. Unfamiliar creatures, human in theirs features but entirely black moved from the cover of the woods. They hovered a foot or so off the ground and moved with a fluid grace and sidhe-like speed. All of the creatures brandished weapons: daggers, swords and even flails and with them they attacked the faerie ruthlessly and indiscriminately.
Those who escaped into the woods only met more of these creatures. They seemed to have only one thing in mind: carnage.