I know this is a band guild, but I also know that some of you also roleplay. The link to the rp I created and the basic storyline is below, so please check it out and JOIN!
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The ballroom was spendidly decorated, candles lining the walls, hanging from the cieling, the centerpeices of the tables... Not a single electric light was turned on in the mansion's grand interior; every passageway lit by candles. Nearly ten thousand scentless candles had been bought and scattered throughout the house to light the way for the guests. But it wasn't the Chateau de Monchere's splendor that caught the eye, it was the guests.
Black suits with tails were littered among beautiful gowns made of the richest silks. Every lady was on display, their ball gowns made to emphasize every curve and their hair created to make the perfect frame of their face. But the dresses and suits weren't the reason others looked on with envy. The masks they wore were as elaborate as they were stunningly beautiful. Solid Golds embelished with rubies and saphires mingled with black velvet so dark it would appear as if the wearer had stripped the stars from the night sky and cut their mask from what was left. Bold feathers created wings along the sides of many and others had lace trimmings or jemstones winking at the corners of their eyes.
The ball itself was as grand as they came. Ladies and Lords mingled, danced, and even chattered over dinner as the evening progressed to the finale. When the giant gilded clock struck midnight, the real party would begin.
The first chime of midnight echoed through the masive chamber as all talk died off.
The second chime rang without incident.
The third chime a single voice rang out, but no one payed any attention.
The fourth chime rang and people began shifting around, the swish of skirts across the marble floors the only sound in the room besides the ringing of the clock.
The fifth chime. The sixth chime. The guests watched eagerly as the hammer struck the chime.
The seventh chime, the eighth chime, the ninth chime, the tenth chime... the room was tense, everyone waiting for that twelfth chime at would signal the new year.
The eleventh chime rang loud and clear, fading off before the hammer struck the chime one last time. Twelve.
"Welcome to the year 2013!" Hundreds of voices rang out around the room, a chilling cadence. Masks were thrown off of faces as beautiful as they were dnagerous, and the unsuspecting guests could only watch in horror as the doors that led to their freedom were slammed shut one by one.
"Let the festivities begin."
Band Nerd Guild
The coolest most awesome most BAND NERDIEST place EVER!
