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 Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 5:52 pm
Dear neighbors of Sundamia,
............I'm glad to invite you to the Masquerade of Suns. For centuries our land has been isolated from yours but now it's time for the merging of cultures and the time of love. I do hope you will join us...
 From four lands you travel from, I hope our past histories will not interfere with our new relations.
Empire of Fairval- The north empire to Sundamia, the people of this land are known to be rather beautiful and rich by exploiting segments of the west colony. Seeming cold and pompous at times, their attitude only comes from the every day feed they get that says they're better. The diplomats are sons and daughters of the nobles, here to show not only their knowledge but more importantly; their beauty. These aristocrats' beauty is most beloved by most.
By the title 'Count' or 'Countess'
Colony of Loistin- The west colony to Sundamia, the Empire of Fairval keep a tight leash on the poor while the few rich are to do what they please. No contact is allowed though with other states, in fear of new ideas and rebellions. The diplomats from the colony though, few have hidden agendas to help their people by enlisting the help of other nations. The spirit and wild urgency in these people are what is most noted.
By the title 'Captain' or 'Counsel'
Barracks of Jumilis- The southern border to Sundamia, the men of these countries are war consumed. Physically well above the average man, these men are jacked. What they make for in strength though, they lack in mind. That's where the woman come in, and their cunning, deceitful ways.
The diplomats are united in a mission to gather allies to conquer Dysintia, for after many attempts themselves, they feel as if they need allies.
By the title 'Sir' or 'Madame'
Dynasty of Dysintia- Learning and experiencing are the ways of life here, and knowledge is more prized than beauty or strength every will, in this Dynasty to the East. The competition for knowledge and wisdom is so intense that beauty at times by radicals, are looked upon as a disgrace; the people sometimes intentionally hurt themselves to look 'smarter'. The diplomats from the Dynasty are the wisest of the people, and are typically observing at all times. Little goes under their noses. The diplomats are here to learn more of other cultures and gather strength against the next Jumilis attack.
By the title 'Scholar' or 'Mistress'
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 5:55 pm
Rules.
This Masquerade will last from April 24th to April 26, 2009.
Don't ignore each other, and if you guys haven't posted a profile in the other thread, please do so or refrain from posting.
I'll add more rules if I see fit, however everybody in this guild is kind and I don't think that's needed :]
**This isn't a rule, but it'd be nice to have your tektek and name in each post so we don't have to look back to the profile post for details.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 5:58 pm
Profiles.My name is Cecilia Cortez Montiago, and I'm 19 years young. I hail from the far far away land called Dysintia. My goal in coming to the Masquerade is to discover the new customs of Sundamia. I have a deep deep dark secret, I'm really MissTress of DisTress.  My name is Thanos Rothschild, and I'm 23 years young. I hail from the far far away land called Jumilis. My goal in coming to the Masquerade is to gain reputable connections in the men and woman of other lands. I have a deep, deep dark secret, I'm really [ B E E L Z E B U B ]. My name is Logan Alexander Stonewall, and I'm 20 years young. I hail from the far far away land called Loistin. My goal in coming to the Masquerade is to learn what I can about the other countries, hopefully bringing back some of their customs for a more balanced Loistin. I have a deep deep dark secret, I'm really chaosmaster1315.  My name is Melody Lynn Stuffer, and I'm 19 young. I hail from the far far away land called Fairval. My goal in coming to the Masquerade is to share my wealth and help rebuild my sister and brother countries. I have a deep deep dark secret, I'm really Under_Darkness.  My name is Mialyn Camillie Silverstein, and I'm 21 years young. I hail from the far far away land called Jumilis. My goal in coming to the Masquerade is to gain allies from bordering countries to further the betterment of my own.. I have a deep deep dark secret, I'm really Aliryia202.  My name is Sabriel Annaraya, and I'm 20 years young. I hail from the far far away land called Jumilis. My goal in coming to the Masquerade is to pilfer information from the guests and host alike so that I may help my own country gain glory and allies. I have a deep deep dark secret, I'm really DrunkenMonkey89. 
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 6:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 8:59 pm
Masked face, masked pearl of the night
mistress.cecilia.cortez.montiago Cecilia held her breath as she stared out of the carriage from her natural homeland of Dysintia to the new land of Sundamia.
It's even more beautiful than I thought...
Sighing, she couldn't help appreciate the floating lights of the darkening sky and the beautiful marble homes and the upcoming white castle. Already, the new land impressed her, for there were no signs of the poor or abused, just rich nature flowing in the glow of candles.
The castle came closer and closer until Cecilia found her self at the steps of Royalty. Ushered in with many other diplomats, then being introduced by the herald at the staircase in the ballroom, she found herself in an array of masked strangers, not knowing exactly what to do.
She'd try to find the ruler of Sundamia, but where exactly could he or she be?
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 6:23 pm
Fairval looked nothing like Sundamia, it was more welcoming and warm to look at. Melody stepped out of her horse drawn carriage and was dumbfound at all the wonders her eyes saw. The richly glowing lamps leading to the front of the castle, the white marble stairs that led to the huge front doors that took two men to open, and the laughter that was coming from behind those doors. Thank you Antwon, she said to her servant that was helping her from the carriage. As soon as Melody was out of her carriage she was guided to the two big doors that made up the front of the magnificent castle. They opened and she was amazed at the sight in front of her, everyone wore masks and no one could tell who anyone was. 'Who is in charge of this ball? How can I help my neighboring countries if I don't know who is who?' Melody thought to herself. She stepped forwards and joined the crowd.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:02 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxThanos RothschildThanos’ fingers were rapping anxiously upon his knee. He felt uncomfortable in more ways than one. Firstly, this attire was absurd. One could not effectively move in the restricting things. Secondly, he was unsure about the whole affair. The fact he was ignorant to any and all customs of this land left him feeling vulnerable. And when he felt vulnerable, he got angry. Anger led to violence, and violence led to numerous other problems. Then man made one last plea to his sundry deity as the coach came to jerking stop. That was another thing he was not quiet accustom to; long trips.
He frowned, his brows dipping in the center as a helpful hand opened the door to the carriage. Stepping out, his eyes carried upward. The imposing edifice before him was quite breathtaking. The architecture was far different than that back home. Blinking the dumbfounded astonishment from his face, the figure climbed the steps that would lead him inside. He had already waved the servant away. Reaching the precipice, the doors were opened, granting him access. He stepped beyond the door.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 1:00 pm
Logan Alexander StonewallLogan had arrived at the masquerade on his own terms, riding on horseback for much of the trip. In truth, the empire of Fairval was likely not one to take the possibility of new knowledge of the outside world kindly back home in Loistin. Not that the empire cared much what his family did, being one of the few in the line of the aristocracy. Arriving at the castle of Sundamia, he slid off his horse, a brown stallion who he had named Jackson, and tethered it to a post several feet away from the main entrance. Placing his single eyepiece mask over his face, he ran towards the still open door, slipping in quietly and staring in awe at the elegance of the castle prepared by their host or hostess.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 1:44 pm
Sabriel AnnarayaSabriel's family had decided for her that she was to go to this masquerade ball. It was going to be easy to pilfer valuable information her father told her since she was to be masked like anyone else. No one would know her lineage she recalled him saying as he let out a laugh. Sabriel however, was not amused. This was going to be tedious and rather annoying. Of course she cared about her home country but politics failed to interest her. Her mother of course was outraged which is why she was on her way today. She however did make her own plans. She hated riding in carriages; they were dreadful, stuffy, and bumpy. She elected to ride her own horse. He was a great stallion, all black and was rumored to be the fastest in all of Jumilis. No one else could ride him except Sabriel; she liked it this way. Her sisters thought it very funny to steal their father's prized horse for days at a time. But had they tried that on Sabriel's horse, they would be hard pressed to survive the situation.
Finally arriving, the duo trotted up towards the castle of Sundamia. Sabriel dismounted and walked her stallion closer and was greeted by a servant. He offered to take the horse to the stables but Sabriel dismissed the notion and walked him there herself. After leaving the stables she finally got a good look at the marvelous castle. It was beyond anything she had ever seen before. She fought hard against a look of disdain and placed her mask on. She hated being cooped up inside. Even such a large and splendid place looked like it was as foreboding as a cemetery at dusk. She sighed audibly and walked in through the grand doorways. Even though she wasn't happy to be here, she still wanted to make her mother proud.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 8:59 pm
Closed until next weekend!
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