The Gala Ball in Karbala

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Roleplay from Lucius Poe, Duke of the Grand Court & Margrave of Aix
Gala Ball at the Grey Palace in Karbala

The personal announcer of Lucius Poe entered into the gala first ahead of the Duke of the Golden Court.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Gala I give you the Margrave of Mystery..The Duke of Danger. The Lord of Lordlyness Lucius The Poe!"

Lucius sashayed into the gala, resplendent in a garish ensemble with his amethyst cape held aloft by his following household. He wore a golden masquerade mask to complete his transformation from steadfast duelist to perfect party goer.

"Thank you. Thank you" spoke Lucius as he waved his announcer back out of the room.

"The Pride of Perdan has finally arrived....Join me as I welcome Perdan's finest".
Lucius Poe, Duke of the Grand Court & Margrave of Aix


Roleplay from Aila Storme, Duchess of Perdan & Margravine of Perdan
Gala Ball at the Grey Palace in Karbala

The flashy Duke is left behind as the Duchess of Perdan enters the Gala venue, ducking under his cloak held aloft by peasantry. She is dressed in a luxurious dark green evening gown in the style most popular in Perdan, her expression is impatient thanks to Lucius' lengthy entrance and while the herald had taken twice as long to announce him, Aila had gotten the more attention thanks to her golden hair and haughty looks.

A court full of new nobles, and a small group of Perdanese nobles was no match for her easy confidence. It does not take long for her to begin dispelling the crowd of curious minor nobility making smarmy, backhanded compliments to the lesser known lords and their wives. "The cut of these Northern styles nearly hide all the extra weight on you dear." She quips to one while swiping a tall glass of a passing servants tray.

While taking a long sip she looks over her shoulder at Lucius again, shooting him a threatening look that dares him, try to outdo me again.
Aila Storme, Duchess of Perdan & Margravine of Perdan