Tag: Doings at the Red Moon x 3

Leanri Silverwind
Leanri @leanri#87
2018-01-01 14:56:53

"Don't Shoot Me Greatfather Winter..."

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Kissed by sunlight and cocooned in silk, Leanri lazed. It was glorious this, the morning off. Since she’d arrived back under Kaereah’s roof, she’d been delegated to work the morning shift, sequestered from the better pay and more interesting members of the staff. Instead of the Knights, Nobles, and Magisters who came to partake in the evening hours, she plied her trade with the overnight laborers, the old men, and the rakes who made their coin in the cover of darkness.

 It was punishment of course; Kae knew how she loved the music, the dim lights, and the intrigue. How she sparkled and shined among the upper crust. This was akin to keeping a candle under a bushel basket, and it was growing thin. She understood, of course, she...

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Greneda Brightmorn
Greneda @greneda#78
2017-12-26 15:54:49

"Get Me Through December..."

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The room was dark and cold, the fire having gone out from inattention. While the porters were good to keep the other rooms toasty, silently slipping into each through the night to bank the fire- places against the chill of a Winter eve. Yet, Greneda's room had been barred, a small sign hung upon the door, “Do not Disturb.”


If any save Kaereah had entered the room the carnage they encountered would have been shocking. Across the floor were puddles of clothing, tables topped with empty bottles of Neal’telore Apple Brandy; drained of the contents and ashtrays full to spilling found home on nearly every surface of the room. It had all the evidence of a party but the chill and the darkness put one in mind more so of a wake.


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Madam Kaereah Bitterdawn
Kaereah @kaereah#77
2017-12-24 22:24:42

"I heard the bells..."

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She knew it was coming. She had been reading the signs, listening to the wind, extending her senses into the signature of energy that filled The Red Moon and waited. While she’d done her best to fill the place with a sense of home; boughs of evergreen and winterberry, great braided garlands of holly and mistletoe, candles in red and gold, the scents and sounds of the season - she knew they were all but padding on the cruel edges of reality. 

Among the staff there were a few who, despite their chosen career were welcomed and accepted amongst their families and friends, there were others who were not and never would be. There too were those who had no family and only the friends they had made within the home and halls of The Moon. Such...

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