A large area by the shore of the lake has been cordoned off by a fence of autumn colored cloth extending from the ground to several feet in the air. Adorning several posts are scarecrow gargoyles smiling with toothy grins and candle lit eyes. The sounds of music drifts out of the enclosure with the smells of rotting leaves, apple, pumpkin, cardamom and cloves. A great fire burns casting dancing shadows about that stretch over the field and up onto the trees. A pair of strangely dressed servants stands at the entrance one on the right in black the other in white. Their masks are that of the crying man in black and the laughing man on the white. All simple lines and curved moons for eyes and mouth; when facing you the masks appear to be turned sidewise as though they were looking at each other. It is rather disturbingly hard to see anything but this view of the masks.

Welcome to this fall masquerade party! How shall we announce you?

OCC: Welcome! Welcome! I do quite enjoy a good party. Feel free to announce yourselves using the servants and describe yourselves in your costumes (I do hope you were one… and it is slightly required.). After some people announce themselves I’ll get the description of the party up for you. Join me! Join me and play with me forever and ever and ever…. Mwahahahahahaha! Opps… um ignore that, the party is full of fun and NO evil… well maybe just a little bit.

The servants' voices boom across the fields and to the crowds.

"Here to join us is Kyra, a guest who has traveled far from the land of Saria. Let us welcome her and remember...this is a celebration!"

Kyra, clad in bright green and wearing a mask, seemingly shattered in all places, walks gracefully to the center of the stage.Her smile radiants across the crowd as she kindly bows to the others as she lifts her dress in courtesy and begins to dance in circles around the booming fire. Her dress dancing in the scented air as she lifts her hands in glee. She is oblivious to the others who smile at her swift movements. Her eyes, emerald green shine in the light of the fire. Her skin is decorated with long white gloves that reach over her fore arms. The wind carries her hair as it follows her movements as it accompanies her nimble dancing. She spins her arms as she loses her self in the entrancing music.

OOC:I think that this is the first celebration themed topic in HA. Great idea Burning Monkey. I also advise people to join even if it isn't your main character.

The flaring bonfire light casts a cheerful radiance over the party. To one side: tables laden with food and drink with the servants in the same black and white outfits hurrying in pairs to and fro to keep the guests well feed and happily full of spiced milk or cider. A banner above a second table announces, “Charkote’s Confection Consuming Contest (and other assorted alliterations)”, and of course waiting on that table is an intoxicating assortment of pies steaming and cold. Nearby a trough has been filled with water and floating within are beautiful red apples. Across the way a large stage has been set up for a band of strange creatures. Mouse on the fiddle, accompanied by a rabbit with a guitar. There is a badger on the base while a squirrel pounds on drums. A trio of two skeletons and a witch play brass instruments off to one side and on the other a loin-cloth clad man playing the calliope. The torch light illuminates a painted sign that reads “Cougar Darke’s Traveling Troubadours.” Several other areas are clothed over, perhaps waiting the proper moment.
The sun is painting the last of a passionate red on the horizon as the last rays of light play over the lake toward the party. The last moments of the day draw attention to the center of the enclosure where a large tree still holding on to its crimson leaves stands. At the moment that the light leaves it candles flare in intricately carved jack-o-lanterns that have been hung in its boughs.

OCC: Yea! My first guest! Truly it is a day to celebrate! Feel free to participate in any of the party games that I have shown so far; have fun and be a creative as you want… Just have fun!

Azador walks at the lake side,
he hears some festival music in the distance,
He gets curious and after walking a half mile
He sees the festival, and also smells food in the air,
He hasn't eaten since breakfast so he's really hungry

Hallo Sir he says to man, I am Azador can i join the party?

OCC: With greatest regret I must close this party, as it is no longer fall. I must apologise for my long absence as well. Look for the Winter ball begining soon!