Stories from RhyDin & The Rings

Barry Finch may have been a man of few words, and fewer social interactions amongst the denizens of Rhy'din, but the troupe down at the RCPA had quickly won him over with their earnest appreciation of the arts and what he was able to provide them with for their shows and activities. Plus they seemed to like and respect their surroundings well enough, and that on its own made them just fine, as far as he cared to see.

As such, he was more than happy to show up for the little acrobat's shindig. He brought along a carving he'd fashioned from a recently felled tree, and as only he might, carried it in on his shoulder before setting it somewhere for the newly-minted Keeper to enjoy it.



Not much for flights of fancy, though, he decided to take the option where his pants were on for the evening. Even if they were part and parcel to a much more casual getup than he usually wore about.

A certain redhead even made an appearance. She didn't intend to stay long, but she would make sure to remain long enough to greet the Keeper of the hour and potentially ogle a few of the other attendees. She also took the dress suggestion very seriously, arriving sans pants ... and a top. Every single blemish and scar was visible, a criss-cross web of damage from sword, whip and fire marking her body from chest to knee on front and back. Her right arm was covered by a subtly-patchworked sleeve of skin, from tips of her fingers to nearly her elbow.

A white tiger, shaded with blues, roared on her left side. Lovingly inked, it went from a head just under the swell of her breast and curved with her form down to the top of her hip. Her right thigh sported another tattoo, a slick and sleek serpent in blue, coiled twice. Its tongue flicked on the inside of her leg while the tail ended just under her rear end. The monster curled around and commanded ten blades as it traced around her leg.

She didn't come completely unadorned, however. ShadoWeaver was subtly woven into her silver-streaked red hair, the centerpiece of blue, black and silver ribbons that held her hair back from her face. The ring representing her "stewardship" of Old Market wasn't visible, however.

Saila was a little fuzzy on the details -- she'd been at the fight, sure, but whatever particulars she'd learned about Keepers and Towers and such had gone straight out of her head when she was viciously assaulted by that freakin' goose thing.

What she did remember, though, was the important bits: her pretty circus pal Morgan had done something awesome, and there was going to be a party. Following the rules to the letter, she showed up in an oversized black t-shirt that probably didn't actually belong to her, and ...not a whole lot else, honestly.

Fizzy like a little kid on too many pixie sticks, the purple haired mercurial muse spent most of the night bouncing on the toes of black boots that laced all the way to the thigh with silky purple satin ribbons as she socialized, chatted with friends and strangers alike, and of course, scouted every accessible inch of that tower to see what she could see. An excessively social butterfly on this particular evening, she was never found in any one place for too terribly long, and she was absolutely down for any late night acrobatic shenanigans.



At some point in the evening, she would be sure to take a moment to hug Morgan in earnest (so what if she had to stoop a little?) and pass over to him the present she'd made for him: A vividly lifelike drawing of Morgan in his crown of haloing lights, just as he'd been on the night of the challenge.

Mallory may have shown up a little late, but show up she did -- with plenty of treats! Dressed in a black dress with a broad golden band in a style evocative of Ancient Greece, and wearing a three-faced mask of Hecate, she showed up with her arms around three amphorae. Within one was an abundance of the best herb she could find for people to enjoy together; within the second, smoke, enough of it to fill one of the chambers within the Tower; and within the third, brownies and blondies and other treats that were each frosted with a numeral indicating their potency.

She didn't stay the whole night (especially on the Isle, where the nights never ended!), but she did stay long enough to enjoy a little bit of everything, including what she had brought. Somewhere, somehow, she located a stash of frozen hot dogs and let people take turns tossing them to Hot Dog and attempting trick shots. By the time she left, she was exhausted but giddy and still very buzzed.

Rhi wore blue as a nod to Eregor's element, Water. She opted for a swimsuit and sparkly cover as she would be visiting with Orinel, Kanaloa, and Kohloss later on. The three Túr Gairdín children had been entrusted to Andrina for the duration of the party. They made no objections when she promised to tell them more of her stories.