In a twisted land of blackened sand, where twilight pricks through eternal night. A creature made of flickering ephemeral shadow speaks from a mirror-like surface that mocks the shape of a face. Its words flow into existence creating a large and wondrously complex painting…

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“In bold strokes, a canvas tells the tale, Of Mournfall's folk, their courage set to sail.

‘Gainst Nightfrost's grip, they stood their ground, Their towns fate in a war profound.

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With banners high and spirits bright, They marched as one, against the night.

Their garments donned no single hue, Defiant hearts, an unyielding crew.

 

Nightfrost loomed, a cold abode, Its icy towers, a tyrant's hold.

Misrule, in shadows, held command, His presence dark, an ominous stand.

 

Yet Mournfall's strength, a radiant blaze, In face of foe, in battle's craze.

A clash unveiled on painted scene, 'Twixt occupiers and souls serene.

 

With motion swift, the scene unfolds, The clash, the fervor, the tales retold.

Colors clash, a visual song, Of Mournfall's struggle, proud and long.

 

In vibrant hues, the canvas portrays, The clash of wills in the city's maze.

The citizens, united, stood in the fray, Defying tyranny, chasing it away.

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Nightfrost's domain, a grim, icy hold, Misrule's presence, cruel and cold.

Yet Mournfall's resolve, a shining parade, Their unity and courage, an escapade.

 

The painting's narrative, a scene so grand, Transforms from conflict to a joyous land.

A masquerade revels in victory's sway, Mournfall's triumph, in a festive display.

 

In masques and dance, they celebrate, Their hard-won freedom, no longer at stake.

A town reborn, in artistic grace, Mournfall's triumph, a painted embrace.”

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With a flick of a darkened talon the painting disappears to be replaced by a mirror, standing alone and out of place in a realm so far from grace. The mirror-like face of the creature reflects the reflection of the mirror creating a seemingly endless passage that then becomes a wounded man nailing a piece of parchment to a notice board.

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'Citizens of Mournfall, since our feet have touched these lands we have faced adversity. We have fought side by side against those who would claim what we hold. We have won. I say to you, be proud. Proud of this victory, proud of each other and proud to call Mournfall your home. We must also remember those we have lost and look to a future so as not to squander their sacrifice.

 

Therefore, in honor of our hard-won victory and in remembrance of our fallen comrades, it is with great delight that we invite all citizens of Mournfall to join us in a celebration of unity, courage, and resilience. As the evening falls, we shall gather in the fort to revel in a masquerade.

 

This masquerade shall not only mark our triumph but also stand as a beacon of hope for the days ahead. Let us adorn our finest attire and masks, casting away the shadows of the past and embracing the bright future we've secured. Together, in this grand celebration, let us commemorate our perseverance and the bonds that unite us as we dance and rejoice in the spirit of your beloved home, Mournfall.

 

Join us for an evening filled with music, dance, and camaraderie. May the masks we wear symbolize the strength of our unity, and the steps we take on this joyous occasion signify our relentless march towards a prosperous future. Your presence will add to the splendor of this celebration.

 

With esteemed regards and in anticipation of your company at the masquerade,

 

Vadeus Lysander'