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[menaceoftheskies-blog]

open to: masters & slaves

With the chaos of a massive black dragon flying overheard, people could probably be forgiven for not noticing successive ones, or the fact that one of the following dragons seemed to have decidedly more heads than the normal number of one. 

What was probably difficult to miss was the rush of air and massive thud as one lands, only to emerge as a somewhat less impressive figure wearing, of all things, an NSYNC t-shirt. There’s a riot of noise as Felix makes his way over to the the slave fighting pit -- cheerful insults directed at everybody, the occasional stomp, and the jangling of what could almost be described as a cattle tag in the drilled hole of one horn.

He comes to a stop at the edge of the pit with the other audience members, and casually reaches across to steal a massive pretzel from the man next to him. Felix takes one bite, pulls a face, drawls, “Gross,” and hands it back. “So is this shit just for slaves? Sucks. Why don’t the non-slaves get a chance to fight?”

[svintdeath]

@menaceoftheskies + Open!

The booth the Bedwyr Coven had obtained was a peculiar one. It certainly seemed large inside that it appeared to be outside. Shelves stacked with all goods, gifts, supplies, snacks, and trinkets any magical person could need for the upcoming season. But what truly made this booth peculiar was the tall canvas tent in the back. There were no signs to indicate just what was in there, nothing to warn patrons to keep out, just an empty dark room, with icy fog spilling out from its open entrance, dissipating just a few feet beyond the threshold.

It was enchanted, yes. It was only supposed to draw those haunted by something or someone from their past, and those looking for answers that only they have within them.

Orrin watched as a man ventured into the tent, following after him just to ensure the safety of his object. It was dark, a single candelabra illuminating the small space, standing beside a tall black abyss framed in gold. “It’s a scrying mirror,” Orrin’s voice pierces the darkness. There was no reflection in the mirror, even as the witch slowly approached it, it remained an inky black. “It lets you see what you need to see, what you’re searching for, and the unseen. Such as spirits.” He paused, examining the other man’s profile. “Do you know what you are looking for? Why you were drawn here?”

[sirenxjinju]

This type of celebration wasn’t really his scene. He was only there to examine the free slaves they had to offer and he had offered a vendor of his tea from his shop. He had left his stand for a moment to walk around, leaving his assistant to take care of it. He then noticed the apple bobbing section. His eyes watched the dancing waves of the water. Inticing. Walking over, the siren pushed the participates out of the way before getting into the tank.

[willwoodhq]

For maybe the first time since his arrival, Will was seen with a smile. Yes, it was absolutely fake, but to the masters it would at least look better than his usual melancholic scowl. The reason for his cooperativeness was simple: He was given the choice of being on display to all masters for free or being drafted in the pit-fights. Seeing as the last thing he wants to do is to pick fights with other humans, and most other humans are huge muscular men anyway his choice was pretty clear. They had him in a skimpy outfit, being watched closely by guards along with other slaves and offering whatever the masters wanted. Starting with candy, apparently. “Hi. Candy apple?”

[ashtcngreene]

his border security arrived right on time and all of the festivities were underway. he knew slaves shouldn’t have been invited deep down, but once in a great while they deserved a treat. catch was, they still weren’t off duty. if a master desired something from them then they were still rentable and usable. currently the vampire was roaming, just scanning over everyone to make sure everything was in place and there were no issues. “are you enjoying the fest?” ashton asked, ice blue eyes turning towards them slowly. whether it be a master or slave he always appreciated opinions of how something could be done differently if there was a next time.