An Ensemble of Costumes

A flash of lightning surveys the sky as the accompanying thunder rumbles across the landscape. Silan greeted the Patrons and Loyalists at the entrance of the broken-down chapel. Many newcomers showed themselves for the second gathering, while others have been long-standing members of The Fallen House. Some new members included Oldcob, Kani, Ysdetta, Kaserra, For'shal, and Triox.

She spoke to them to the woes that they will struggle with in the upcoming weeks and months. Orge scouts wandering further from the camps, eyes pressing rather intently upon the camp. Demons continue to rise, remnants of the Legion hiding beneath the cellars. That, and the overbearing castle that sits next to them troubles them most. With no signs or idea of where the Heiress is, seven days pass with no efforts bearing fruit.

The loyalists and patrons spoke to this, questions asked, and Astartes rather impatient of their progress. He ended up leaving and coming back finding news that the leylines were messed up around them, causing their arcane prowess to be dulled for the time being. For the rest, signs pointed to Kara as the desired place to go. Updates were given, and an overall town meeting took place between them with Silan at the helm.

However, as they conversed with one another, a rather disturbing event took place...

Every radio suddenly went off. “This blasted place...” The statement said by someone who’s voice sounded awfully like the Heiress. “That gravestone can be found somewhere in Raven Hill...but where...” The voice trailed off like a cool wind blowing away.

Every person in the chapel heard this clear as day, contrasting the rather foggy atmosphere that plagued Deadwind Pass. Questions were asked left and right as a sense of frustration and worry permeated around them, Silan especially so. She would quickly gather them together in an effort to go directly towards Duskwood at once, their path suddenly made clear. Though, as most things go with many people, discussions continued to take place to ensure everyone was on the same page until...

The sounds of laughter and conversation could be heard from the radio devices, voices sounding eerie and lifeless. A clicking sound came over as none other than the Heiress spoke over them all in a whisper. “Where is this blasted thing she spoke of…This castle is just too big to navigate…” Suddenly, a startled cry came from her as the radio once more turned off.

The party once more was found silent for a moment as the radios went off, finding themselves in confusion with the two conflicting broadcasts. Mylis, the Heriess, was both in Duskwood, -and- in Karazhan? Impossible! So after a brief conversation between them, it was decided that Silan would press into Duskwood alone, and everyone else would venture into Kara, finally...and see what lay inside.

As the group opened the gate, pressed through the door, and walked up the grand staircase and finally found themselves in the Grand Dining Room, no other than Mylis herself could be seen waiting for them, standing most regal. She spoke up to them as they entered the hall, her words echoing throughout the room.

“Grand plans...Grand ambitions...Grand endeavours my loyalists. You stand in the presence of the beginning of a new chapter for The Fallen House...If it weren’t for this blasted shield that prevents me from going further into this castle...It needs to be dealt with promptly, however means and whatever needs necessary.”

The group gathered her as she spoke, and those who knew of her felt something was off somehow. She looked the same, spoke the same, and appeared to be the same...but something...something was different. She would look awkwardly at others from time to time, and dodge certain questions.

Questions were asked to her, mainly of why they would wish to go further into Kara...her response to that is as followed.

“Now now loyalists...not all can be revealed just yet. For now, just know that it will help our cause greatly, and an oath was taken, or in some of you newcomers...will be taken, to fulfill my vision. Let us celebrate getting to this point! Where is my wine?”

Jezz and Triox would gather the wines and food, passing them out among the gathering as idle small talk too place after. In time, Mylis would look around her group and request that a Costume Contest be done, in order to celebrate their efforts of getting into Kara and setting a stronghold in Deadwind Pass.

Many of those who attended joined in, costumes of various creatures of myth and legend were showcased, and prizes were even given out to those who were deemed winners by For'Shal.

However, towards the end of the event, a third and final broadcast went out through the radio devices...None other than Silan.

Static started broadcasting off of all the radio devices, along with sounds of frequency changes that seemed to be random. All of a sudden, that static turned into a softer tone as the voice of Silan came through. “Can anyone hear me!?” Her voice was in a state of panic as the interference kept cutting her in and out. After a few seconds of white noise, her voice cuts in once more, “Mylis...Mylis is an illusion, Loyalists!” A terrifying shriek broadcasts out as the sounds of Silan running against cobblestone could be heard after. “Run away! It’s not safe!” With that, all traces of static and noise ceased.

Mylis chuckled at first, her laugh turning most sinister as she spoke out.

"I guess my charade is over..."

Her form started to shimmer as the party moved away from her, shadows melding around the girl. What was Mylis transmorphed into none other than Nightshadow. She let out timed, distinctive rasps behind a skull-like half mask, as a deep crimson right eye flashed at them all, while the other eye remained an onyx black, like she were some cyborg, was the curious red flash of light. And for a few eerie moments she stilled herself, in silence with only the haunting breathing.

"One is the Lost Heiress and what once was and was meant to be, will come with the final dusk. You will find the half-blooded infidel known as Mylis deep within Karazhan should one be lucky enough to get inside. Anu'dorini Talah."

With that, she vanished out of sight from everyone as the dark shadows bent once more around the dark-haired woman, and that red gleam went to a diminished glint and then nothing, leaving the party even more confused than how it started.