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Thank you to everyone who joined and supported us for the #OribosSitIn! We raised over $13, 100 for Black Girls CODE, and it would not have been possible without each of you.

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Oribos Sit-In

Eleven hours have passed since the beginning of this sit-in.

All of you, whether you’ve been with us since this morning or for only a portion, you have made a powerful statement with your presence. We hope this protest forces Blizzard to look in the mirror and see that those who inflicted harm—be it through direct action or by complacency—are held accountable.

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Oribos Sit-In

Fence Macabre encourages all sub-locked players to join us on Thursday July 22nd at 9AM PST at the Idyllia Steps, Oribos. 

Alliance Anchor: Vicaire-WyrmrestAccord  Horde Anchor: Loira-WyrmrestAccord  Fundraising Campaign: https://tinyurl.com/oribos-sit-in

CW: Sexual Harrassment, Sexism, Suicide

News Article: https://news.bloomberglaw.com/daily-labor-report/activision-blizzard-sued-by-california-over-frat-boy-culture

Lawsuit: https://aboutblaw.com/YJw

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Fence Macabre had quite a busy night at the first editon of The Cast Company’s Azeroth Culture Festival. Cesta, Duke and Sarlaros greatly enjoyed their time, and all are looking forward to the next edition come Spring!

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Ilandreline - The Call

“-and that’s how you can extract wickedness and disorder from a wayward soul, drawing into a crystalline matrix to use as a power source,” the gnome explained, briefly glancing up from the workbench to smile at her.  The expression normally would have made Ilandreline uncomfortable but for whatever reason, she was into it.  In fact, she found herself leaning over the unfinished power pack to clip her grounding cable next to Dresindra’s.  Her hand brushed against the gnome’s, causing the latter to look up again.

“I can think of something else I’d like to perform detailed analysis on,” Ila began in what was her most seductive voice.  “Why don’t we slip into something a little more antistatic and-”

Lina!  Come home!

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The Land of Dead brings Opportunity…  💀

☽  A new night market has appeared on WrA nestled in Revendreth. Have some unconventional wares you can’t sell without being side-eyed? Are you a rather unconventional vendor looking to sell your merchandise and not get questioned by the guards for “suspicious activity”? Look no further, you are most welcome here. 

☽  A partnership between the Sanguine Order and the @fence-macabre brings you this brand new market and we hope you’ll join us in the Shadowlands!

☽  We’re looking for vendors!

vendor application: https://tinyurl.com/TSNM-signup discord: https://discord.gg/trRFvtdAJB

@wowrpevents​​ @the-royal-courier​​ @moonguardevents​​ @wracentral​

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The Shadehelm

(The following is written for our guild campaign in Maldraxxus!)

Her crimson eyes studied the leather bracelet looped around Remington’s wrist. The sinewy cord held a silver wagon wheel symbol in place. “That… looks familiar,” Celaryn mumbled. “Fence… Fence Macabre?”

The mask still rendered the caravan master mute, a precaution against dangerous spellcasters the House of Constructs installed when Remington was captured. The older undead’s eyes crinkled as a hidden smile lifted her expression behind the mask. She bobbed her head yes.

“I had the pleasure of meeting two of yours. Do you know a Dezzie and a Calria?” 

Remington dipped her head once more.

“Ah. I apologize for the twenty questions. This conversation is a bit one-sided.”

“Perhaps I can aid?” A voice piped up from the cell’s corner. The figure there looked like a floating suit of armor pieces possessed by blue light. “I was overhearing your talk, well at least the one side of it.” An arcane light lit up in their metal palm as the figure hovered it before Remington. “I believe I can at least deactivate that muzzle’s magic.”

Rem squinted at the strange humanoid figure then peered at his hand. She shrugged then turned her muzzle toward him.

“This won’t hurt a bit,” he offered as he gripped the metal muzzle’s bottom. With a quick surge of arcane current, a crack spidered down the mask, separating the metal in two. Both pieces clanged to the cold stone floor. “Easy!”

Rem rubbed her jaw. It’s like she hadn’t used it in years. She opened her mouth, testing the joint. It made a sharp click. She’d get it fixed after she was back with the Fence. “Thank ya kindly.” She tipped her chin toward the strange figure. “What’re ya in fer?”

“Me?” The figure pressed a palm against his breastplate. “Let us say I am quite the thorn in the House of Constructs’ side.” He laughed. “My name is Kavar. I’m a Broker. And, yes, I would do it all over again.”

“Remington,” the one-eyed forsaken introduced. “If we’re doing icebreakers, s’pose I’m just a caravan master. Lead a lot of folks in the livin’ world. No idea if they’re okay right now.”

“I’m sure they’re doing fine!” Kavar chuckled. Though his tone did soften with sincerity. “Meditating on negative possibilities does no good.”

Both the broker and the forsaken looked to the elven figure who stared back at them with crimson eyes. “Celaryn,” she averted her gaze. “Just Celaryn, a wandering sword.” Her eyes fell to the floor.

Rem knew that look in other forsaken. Her voice softened as she scooched as much as her manacles would let her toward Celaryn. “Ya’ve been through a lot, haven’t ya?”

A knot choked Celaryn’s throat, partially blocking a shaking breath. Her jaw clenched, and she couldn’t bring herself to meet Rem’s eye. “I’ve… Lost family,” her voice threatened to break as she gripped the iron sword insignia looped around her neck.

A long silence passed. No words needed to be spoken to fill the air. Rem reached out, placing a cold hand on Celaryn’s shoulder. “Tell me about em?”

Celaryn shut her eyes. Her jaw trembled as she fumbled for the first words. “They were rowdy, reckless, and loud, but they cared and would have your back no matter who you were if you were one of their own.”

Rem squeezed Celaryn’s shoulder. “Ya cared fer them a lot too.”

A smooth gemstone slid into Celaryn’s palm. She looked down to the lapis lazuli shard in her hand. Its azure surface glimmered in the cell’s fading torchlight.

“This is the Good Stone.” Rem smiled. “Years ago, someone gave me this when I was in a dark place. Said it’d help good come to me, help me get through the hard days.”

 Celaryn peered at the stone, turning it over in her pale fingers.

“Gave it to me with one caveat,” Rem added as she held up a claw. “If someone needs it more, give it to them.”

Celaryn clenched the stone and cradled it to her heart. “Thank you, Miss Thornbolt.”

“Call me Rem.” The caravan master scratched at her nape with a short chuckle. “No need ta be so formal, Celaryn.” Rem’s pulled her hand from Celaryn’s shoulder and let it rest in her lap. “Ya know, when we get outta here, if ya need a group ta roll with. Ya can come with us.”

“I’ll… I’ll think about it. Though those thoughts must fall to the side if we must focus on escaping first.”

Kavar raised a hand. “Not to intrude on a tender moment, but I’ve already a semblance of a plan in mind.”

“Which is?” Rem shifted her gaze to the broker.

“Have you heard of the Veins which lie below Maldraxxus?” Kavar pointed down at the floor. Both undead raised eyebrows at the question. “Tunnel complexes below the land,” Kavar clarified. “But first: We must gather allies and supplies. You are a caravan master, so your caravan must be outside, yes? I know of a way to smuggle messages. All we need is a coffin, corpse, and phylactery.”

#celaryn #remington thornbolt #guild campaign

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This was a ton of fun! Thank you to all who came by our booth!

Fence Macabre is pleased to be in Dun Morogh for the Ironforge Craft Festival! Calria, Ranek, Cesta, Zori and Loira have been enjoying a busy night so far, and look forward to seeing you there. Thanks as always to @IronstoutBrews and @lynaeclarke for the event!

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Crash Landing

S-O-S

“Calling all Fence! Where the hell are y’all?!” Nothing but static played over the communicator as Remington fanned the hammer on an incoming squad of six Chosen soldiers coming over the hill. Six shots made six corpses. The earth rumble under her spurs as a gargantuan abomination bigger than a barn charged toward her.

The brute’s massive frame would have trampled her if she didn’t shed her physical form. Fading into a cloud of shadows, she shifted through the abomination and jammed her shortsword into its spine. The construct roared louder than a hundred angry bears. Like a pair of icepicks, she stabbed her way up the abomination’s back and climbed onto its stitched nape. The cold metal barrels of her sawed-off pressed against the back of goliath’s thick skull. Rotting brain matter mixed with gunsmoke as she squeezed the trigger.

“Up there on the corpse!” Rem barely had time to react before the whistle of arrows cut through the putrid air and homed in on her. She scrambled off the abomination. A surge of pain shot up her arm. Her eye fell to the source, a serrated arrow punched through the bicep, shattering the humerus. No time to reload the sawed-off with a dozen pairs of sabatons beating against the ground and converging on Rem’s position.

She squeezed the familiar grip of her single-action pistol and swung the cylinder out. It was time to tap into her reserves. Rem jammed her eyes shut and whispered. “Ash. Annihilate. Burn.” As she spoke those haunting words, a malevolent presence answered the call. It spoke alongside her voice like a discordant demon mimicking her.

A̷s̵h̵.̵ ̷A̶n̷n̸i̵h̶i̵l̴a̵t̸e̸.̴ ̵B̴u̸r̴n̶.̶

Each syllable grated the ears like raking claws, the very sound like an anti-thesis to reality itself, an abomination to all that was sound. She let the presence take the wheel. Her eyes flared with shadowflame. The roaring blaze flowed down the neck and surged to all her limbs to engulf her entire body. The pain was nigh-unbearable, but she forced herself through as she trained both eyes on her pistol’s cylinder. She forced down the urge to scream, choking her voice down in the pit of her throat and locking it there.

She would’ve given in if the will to stay alive wasn’t greater. With a restrained growl, she directed the chaotic flame and forced it into her pistol. It was like corraling an angry swarm of wasps jabbing your hand. Each chamber of the pistol flared like a grim furnace. Ghostly smoke wafted out from each as Rem peeked out from behind the abomination’s corpse and squeezed the trigger.

The pistol’s recoil kicked harder than a quad-barreled shotgun. Shadowflame roared out of the barrel and engulfed the dozen enemy soldiers in a gigantic fireball. The only thing remaining was the ash in the wind.

All strength in her limbs withered as she crumpled to the ground. Her palms hissed with still-smoking burns. Despite fighting to keep her eyelids open, they grew heavier by the second.

“She’s a caster!” the yell echoed in her ringing eardrums as darkness overtook her vision. Exhaustion. Pain. Hunger. All these lost sensations returned at the worst possible time. What was this place?

She awoke to tightened manacles around her wrists and ankles. Shifting even slightly raked the cold metal against the skin. Rem groaned. Her dry mouth and parched throat felt on fire as her vision acclimated to her surroundings, a cramped cell packed with maldraxxi undead. Some were already corpses. Some were pretty close, missing limbs entirely or haphazardly thrown into the room still bleeding.

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Captured

A pair of red eyes peered across the room and met her purple gaze. “You’re the newest, huh?”

Rem opened her mouth to find her speech blocked by a metal mask strapped over the lower half of her face. She made out a silhouette in the darkness across from her chains. Two pointed ears poked out of disheveled snow-colored hair. The figure across from her sat criss-crossed, her metal jaw perched onto her pale fist. All Rem could offer in response was a muffled groan to the other prisoner.

“Shit. Forgot about the Spellguard. You’ve been muzzled,” she said as those red eyes inspected the metal mask. “They only do that for dangerous magical inmates. Must’ve given them a real fight.”

Rem stared back at the elvish figure.

“Blink once for yes. Twice for no.”

Her purple eyes flickered once.

“Good,” the figure growled.  “Every casualty of theirs means an easier time breaking out of here.”

Rem pulled against her wrist’s manacles. The metal dug into her flesh, jabbing against the bone. She winced and flicked her eyes up to each one in sequence. The runes carved into the restraints hummed.

“No use. Chains don’t come off unless they bring in one of the liches to break the spell.”

Rem tipped her chin toward the figure across from her. The gesture’s meaning managed to get across: ‘Who’re you?’

“Celaryn,” the figure offered. “Just Celaryn.” Celaryn panned her crimson gaze across the room filled with maldraxxi in varying states of decay. “Been a while since an Azerothian was down here with us.”

( @slaughterjaw​ )

#fence macabre #guild campaign! #remington thornbolt #celaryn

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How to Survive in the Maw pt. 1

I woke up to wailing voices around me, crying out for relief in this stream of agonized souls. At that moment, I knew I wasn’t with the Light. I was somewhere worse.

Cold air seeped into my exposed bones as I stared up at the shattered sky. Fragments of reality glimmered in the air like shards of broken glass. Two pillars of black smoke wrapped around a dark tower looming above me. The top was forked like a grim trident, a monument of misery and a hopeless reminder of no escape.

My name is Gregory Thornbolt. I don’t know much about where I am. Other survivors call this place the Maw. They say it’s a place where evil souls go to suffer, a bleak prison where the most vile and corrupt are chained. I don’t know what I did in life to deserve this fate. I believed in the Light. I paid my dues. I gave to the poor, I protected my family, and I helped the needy. I guess the ‘why’ doesn’t matter anymore. All I know is that this place takes its toll on you, and the best thing you can do is to not let it break you.

Welcome to the Maw

If you’re here, then you must either be someone real bad or something’s gone wrong with fate. Either way, you’re here with the rest of us. Surviving your first day in the Maw is rare. But here’s a few tricks that I wish I knew when I woke up here:

Rule #1: The Mawsworn are not your friends. This rule should seem obvious, but you’d be surprised how many new people turn up here and look to the dark-armored torturers for help. They’re not help. They’re not here to save you. Rather, it’s the opposite. They’re here to rip you apart; torment you; wear you down; and, ultimately, break you. You’ll find no aid with the Mawsworn. And this leads into the next rule.

Rule #2: Keep a low profile. I don’t care how many wars you’ve fought in, which gang or guild you were a part of, or how good you are with a weapon. It doesn’t matter here. The Mawsworn are more vicious, violent, and cruel. You’ll die, regenerate, then keep dying again if you don’t learn how to stay quiet. Trust me. The more noise you make by fighting the Mawsworn or doing flashy Keeshan shit, the more attention you’ll draw from the Presence.

I don’t know what it is. But the Presence always feels like a hundred eyes boring holes into your soul if you make too much noise. It sends kill squads after you, catapults artillery at you, and even orders in swooping Mawsworn to pick you up and drop you from a hundred feet. I can’t stress this enough: Don’t draw attention. If you somehow survive all of the things it throws at you, it’ll begin tearing your soul apart, it’ll feel like a sting stabbing at your soul. But over time, it’s as excruciating as getting ripped apart limb from limb. And when your soul dies, you regenerate, and then you’re put right back here to experience it all over again.

You’re not going to impress anyone here. Forget your pride. Forget trying to be tough. Passing unseen will keep you alive better than your recklessness ever could.

Rule #3: Your needs. They don’t exist. You’ll feel thirsty, hungry, and tired. There isn’t any food or water in the Maw. And places where you can get a couple hours of sleep undisturbed are few and far between. Get used to your dry throat and rumbling stomach. There’s nothing but bleak rock, ash, and blood in this place. Save your energy for evading the Mawsworn.

Rule #4: Band together. Trying to roll solo in the Maw is a death sentence. There are other survivors if you look hard enough. These little pockets of civilization and normalcy are what keep you going in this terrible place. Two heads are always better than one, and the more the merrier. If you’ve got no other choice, you’ve got a chance at taking on a Mawsworn if you outnumber them. Just try to make the fight quick and quiet.

If you’re able to kill one of the Mawsworn, grab their weapon. Ways of defending yourself here are scarce, and anything is better than your bare hands. And if you don’t know how to use a spear, sword, bow, or whatever, you better learn now.

Rule #5: Don’t lose yourself. The most terrible thing about this place is that you can feel it changing you, tearing at your mind, erasing who you are and replacing it with misery, hopelessness, and agony. If you let it break you, there’s no going back. You become one of them, the Mawsworn. And when you are, there is no redemption. No relief. All there is will be eternal damnation.

You need something to hold onto while you’re here, an anchor: The memories of a loved one, a child, spouse, best friend, something. Someone. Carry it with you while you’re here. Remember it, and keep it close to your heart. It’ll carry you through when all seems hopeless. It’ll give you strength when you feel powerless. But most of all: It keeps the Maw from changing you.

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Rem, I don’t think you’ll be reading this book any time soon, or ever. But, well, I suppose this part’s more for me: I love you, and I always will, no matter how bleak my situation is or what forces of death surround me, you are my light. And as long as I’ve got you in my heart, I’m not letting this place break me.

I don’t know how many days, weeks, or even months have passed since I’ve come here. But there has to be a way out. I have to go now. I can hear the clanking armor of approaching Mawsworn. Maybe I’ll write more advice when I get the chance.

To anyone else that may be reading this: You can do this. You can survive. If you want to find me, look for a forsaken with a red handkerchief tied around his arm. That’s me, Gregory.

But until then, remember the five rules. You’re not here to conquer or win against this place. There isn’t any winning here. Most you can do is delay the loss.

#getting back into the swing of things! #world of warcraft #my writing #shadowlands spoilers #gregory thornbolt #ic

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Tonight!

🎶 🤘🏾Battle of the Bands 🤘🏿🎵

🎶☠️ B A T T L E  of the B A N D S 🎤🎵

When: Sunday, November 22nd at 5PM WRA | 7PM MG Where: Waycrest Manor, Kul Tiras (33.89, 8.48) Neutral and cross-server! 

Ever wondered who all the hottest bands are in Azeroth? Are you seeking to meet them? Maybe you heard one or two but are dying to rock out to more? Well, this is a call to all the bands of Azeroth to take the stage and battle for the right to be the best band! The spirit of rock and roll is real in all of us so kick those nerves to the curb and get out there to bring the house down. And for the fans, whether you jam out to alternative rock or scream to epic metal ballads you won’t want to miss this! 

LA MASQUERADE events presents a night like no other to bring together all the eclectic houses of Rock n Roll! Come out to mosh harder than ever before in a breathtaking manor that will enthrall with its atmospheric vibes. And the Fence Macabre caravan will be serving aromatic and robust drinks to keep you energized all night long!  The Harpies will be judging the competition with a special guest and there will be three winners for the night. All bands must pre-register to compete and the first place winners will get artwork of their group!!!

🤘🏿🤘🏾🤘🏽 Band Registration Form- https://tinyurl.com/BandSignUpx

⚓Anchors⚓

Horde: Xepher-WyrmrestAccord

Alliance: Cesta-WyrmrestAccord  @embersoot​

@the-royal-courier @wowrpevents @wracentral @fence-macabre @warcraftisastage​ @wraconnect​ @wrahordeevents​ @wraallianceevents​ @moonguardevents​ 

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🎶 🤘🏾Battle of the Bands 🤘🏿🎵

🎶☠️ B A T T L E  of the B A N D S 🎤🎵

When: Sunday, November 22nd at 5PM WRA | 7PM MG Where: Waycrest Manor, Kul Tiras (33.89, 8.48) Neutral and cross-server! 

Ever wondered who all the hottest bands are in Azeroth? Are you seeking to meet them? Maybe you heard one or two but are dying to rock out to more? Well, this is a call to all the bands of Azeroth to take the stage and battle for the right to be the best band! The spirit of rock and roll is real in all of us so kick those nerves to the curb and get out there to bring the house down. And for the fans, whether you jam out to alternative rock or scream to epic metal ballads you won’t want to miss this! 

LA MASQUERADE events presents a night like no other to bring together all the eclectic houses of Rock n Roll! Come out to mosh harder than ever before in a breathtaking manor that will enthrall with its atmospheric vibes. And the Fence Macabre caravan will be serving aromatic and robust drinks to keep you energized all night long!  The Harpies will be judging the competition with a special guest and there will be three winners for the night. All bands must pre-register to compete and the first place winners will get artwork of their group!!!

🤘🏿🤘🏾🤘🏽 Band Registration Form- https://tinyurl.com/BandSignUpx

⚓Anchors⚓

Horde: Xepher-WyrmrestAccord

Alliance: Cesta-WyrmrestAccord  @embersoot​

@the-royal-courier @wowrpevents @wracentral @fence-macabre @warcraftisastage​ @wraconnect​ @wrahordeevents​ @wraallianceevents​ @moonguardevents​ 

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💀Día de los Muertos

🏵️💀Día de los Muertos Fiesta💀🏵️

When: Sunday, November 1st at 5PM WRA | 7PM MG

Where: Cemetery in Dalaran, Broken Isles (37,45) 

Neutral and cross-server!

In this time of spooky spirits and fascinating frights, have you remembered to pay respects to the dead? Those loved ones who passed on to the spirit realm? We have all experienced the sadness of loss, but we must remember to celebrate the memory of our loved ones. Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) is a revelry that honors deceased loved ones with beautiful ofrendas (offerings), jovial music and delectable dishes! This festival encourages us all to examine the universal experiences of life and death.

LA MASQUERADE events proudly presents a colorful celebration to commemorate the dead! Join us for a Day of the Dead extravaganza like you have never seen before! Mariachi and various types of Latin music will invigorate the living & dead from dusk till moonrise. Calacas (skeleton) masks and calavera (skull) face painting will be offered for all. And there will be two special presenters speaking on the holiday from very different perspectives! You won’t want to miss this~

✨Art Raffles✨

Art raffles for pieces from two amazing and very talented Latine artists who are part of the WoW community. 💖 @boilingheart​ will be offering one person two sketched headshots! Link to Artwork- https://twitter.com/Boiling_Heart 🐤Chicken will be offering one person a single sketched bust! Link to Artwork- https://twitter.com/LilChickie_

💀🌹 Brief History of Dia de los Muertos

Día de los Muertos is a multi-day Mexican holiday that is celebrated in Mexico and elsewhere in Latin America. The holiday is celebrated each year from October 31 till November 2nd. It involves family and friends gathering to pray for and remember loved ones who have passed away. The roots of this tradition started about 3,000 years ago from indigenous peoples such as the Aztecs and other Nahua people’s rituals for honoring the dead. They held a cyclical view of the universe, and saw death as an integral part of life. Upon dying, a person was believed to travel to Chicunamictlán, the Land of the Dead. Only after getting through nine challenging levels, a journey of several years, could the person’s soul finally reach Mictlán, the final resting place. In Nahua rituals honoring the dead, family members provided food, water and tools to aid the deceased in this difficult journey.

El Día de los Muertos is not, as is commonly thought, a Mexican version of Halloween, though the two holidays do share some traditions, including costumes and parades. On the Day of the Dead, it’s believed that the border between the spirit world and the real world dissolves. During this brief period, the souls of the dead awaken and return to the living world to feast, drink, dance and play music with their loved ones. In turn, the living family members treat the deceased as honored guests in their celebrations, and leave the deceased’s favorite foods and other offerings at gravesites or on the ofrendas built in their homes. Ofrendas can be decorated with candles, bright marigolds called cempasuchil and red cockcombs alongside food like stacks of tortillas and fruit. Pan de muerto is a type of sweet roll shaped like a bun, topped with sugar, and often decorated with bone-shaped pieces of the same pastry. Calaveras, or sugar skulls, display colorful designs to represent the vitality and individual personality of the departed.

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🌙 Witch House

🕯️💀Ѡi†cђІng HøvЯ💀🕯️

When: Wednesday, October 28 at 6PM WRA | 8PM MG

Where: Lake Jorune, Stonebreaker Hold in Terokkar Forest | Outland

Neutral and cross-server!

Spooky scary things are going bump in the night all around. Tricks are being played and treats are getting devoured. The Hallows End spirit is in full force and everyone is getting into the celebration. The question is have you ever danced to the occult themed sounds of Witch House? Do you like getting into the darker vibes of the music scene? How about dancing under the moonlight while possibly summoning something? Come sate that curiosity and experience music that feels like a heavy pulsating blood-beat. Or so some have said~

LA MASQUERADE events invites all the ghouls and ghosts to a Witch House party at the mystical Lake Jorune in the Terokkar Forest. During the best time of the year, let your mind and body unwind to occult-based house music while tasting some sublime cocktails!

💿 Underground Music History: Witch House

Witch house is a microgenre of electronic music that emerged in the late 2000s into the early 2010s. The music style is heavily influenced by chopped and screwed hip-hop soundscapes with drastically slowed tempos and stop-timed beats. This technique comes from the famous and renowned DJ Screw of Huston, Texas.  Witch House utilizes industrial sounds and noise experimentation while also featuring synthesizers, obscure samples, droning repetitions and heavily altered near ethereal vocals. Dark synth pop-influenced lead melodies are a recurring theme as well, usually with distorted and/or pitched down vocals. This genre blends a couple of different musical ideas into its own.

The visual aesthetic of Witch house includes that of occult, witchcraft, terror and horror-inspired art. Many songs and musicians use typographic elements such as Unicode symbols or symbols like triangles and crosses. Some view this as a method of keeping the scene underground and harder to search for on the internet. Others point to dark mainstream pop culture as references such as the t.v. series Charmed and Twin Peaks. The origin of the name ‘Witch House’ is not clear but there is one person who many tend to mention. Travis Egedy or Pictureplane, came up with the name as a joke in 2009 since no one else could figure out what to call darker electronic music.

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Prompt: Treasure

She wrapped her claws around the bandaged handle and lifted it from the old treasure chest. The weapon thrummed in her hand. The shortsword felt light, as if holding a cloud. She swung the weapon, and the blade howled with a haunting shriek as air whistled through the three holes on its blunt side, accelerating the weapon's speed mid-swing.

This is Phantom, the Night Terror.

The enchantment itself spoke in a ghastly echo, playing out in Rem's mind as she glided her thumb along her new weapon's flat. Reacting to Rem's affinity, thick purple mist engulfed the weapon. The magic coalesced over the blade's edge, ensuring its eternal sharpness.

"A beauty that be," Delalia conceded as she peeked at the weapon from over Rem's shoulder. Her lips pressed together in an impressed grin.

Rem spun Phantom's handle, inverting the blade to grip it like an ice pick. As it spun, it was like the blade itself was hollowed, the balance shifting toward the tip to amplify its slashing power. "She looks and feels gorgeous."

Delalia raised her flintlock toward the skeleton sprinting toward the duo. Pulling the trigger, the firearm's hammer ground metal-on-metal down the frizzen, smashing sparks into the gunpowder resting in the firing pan. The weapon hissed, and a steel ball exploded out of the barrel. The projectile punched through right between the skeleton's eyes, and it clattered to the floor in a heap of useless bones. The san'layn bared her teeth as more bony footsteps neared the two. She could see the skeletal shadows just around the corner.

"We got more incomin'. I don't know about ye, but ye may want to test it out on our attackers before, we, ye know, might get killed?" Delalia flicked open her powder horn and poured more gunpowder into her gun's pan. "Just a suggestion, ye know, boss?" She dropped another steel ball down the gun's barrel and cocked back the hammer.

"Let's try her out then." Rem grinned as she turned toward the incoming skeletons. "First ta, uh, let's say five pays fer the next round when we get back?"

BOOM! Another skeleton scattered across the floor. Delalia grinned as she blew the smoke from her barrel. "Deal, and that's one fer me!"

The newly-armed forsaken swooped across the chamber. She disappeared just short of entering the torch light illuminating this underground vault. Rem emerged from a shadow on the far wall. She christened the weapon with three deft slashes, and three more skeletons collapsed into bone piles at her feet. "Looks like yer -two- slow, Captain Jaggedteeth."

"Pfft." Delalia's cutlass rasped as she drew it from its scabbard. That pun was terrible, but she couldn't help but cackle. She bared her fangs in a competitive grin. But Delalia didn't cut an enemy. Her pale skin dripped red as she drew the edge across her palm. Three globules of her blood rotated around the san'layn's flintlock.

Squeezing the trigger, blood splashed over the steel ball exiting the barrel, forming a crimson spike. The projectile staked through three more skeletons, impaling the last through the sternum into the brick and mortar of this secret tunnel. "That be four!"

Rem flung Phantom at another fast-approaching skeleton. The blade buried itself into its forehead. She stepped through to the shadow behind her target. She grabbed the handle and yanked out the blade. With it, she slashed hard across the spine, severing it from the rest of the lower body. Rem snatched the falling upper half by the neck and held it up like a grim trophy to Delalia. "All tied up now, Captain."

The theatrics earned another laugh from Delalia. One skeleton remained, the only thing separating the duo from venturing back to the surface out of this forgotten crypt. Blade versus Bullet, typically bullet would win. But this time?

BOOM!

The skeleton's skull exploded as both projectiles flew. Phantom embedded itself into the wall behind it, and Delalia's second blood spike plunged in right beside it. Both Rem and Delalia raised an eyebrow.

"What the fuck?"

"What the fuck?"

Leontine peeked around the corner to the two. "Miss Thornbolt! Captain Jaggedteeth!"

The naive tidesage emerged out of the corner, holding a double-barreled shotgun whose muzzles smoked from the blast. "Are you all right? I managed to figure out this thing!" She hefted the shotgun up. As she held it aloft with pride, both barrels drooped down, flaccid.

Rem slapped her palm over her face. Delalia fell to her knees. Why, world?!

There wasn’t free booze. It was a draw. Blame Leontine.

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🌴Dancehall Party

🏖️ Dancehall Party 🏖️

When: Saturday, September 5th, 6PM WRA | 8PM MG Where: Mijus’s Retreat, Zuldazar Neutral and cross-server!

The summer season may be coming to a close, but that doesn’t mean the beach parities have to end! Ready to dance till the sun comes up? Sip on fresh fruit cocktails mixed with quality rum? Devour sweet morsels like coconut drops? Try a cup of sorrel tea? If yes, then do we have a party for you! LA MASQUERADE events proudly presents a night of Caribbean revelry under the stars. Come celebrate Reggae and Dancehall music with timeless classics and new favorites. The party will go off at Miju’s Retreat, a secluded island of the coast of Zuldazar. So let’s get together and feel alright~

🥥 Caribbean Music: Jamaica 

Jamaican folk music called Mento emerged in the 1940s and 1950s. Mento strongly influenced the birth of Ska and Rocksteady in Jamaican during the the late 50s into the 60s respectively. The two genres developed into Reggae during the late 60s and became known for its limitless flexibility. In 1965, Bob Marley and the Wailers released their debut studio album The Wailing Wailers. The album contained the single “One Love/People Get Ready”, the song was popular worldwide and established the group as a rising figure in Reggae. In 1968, the following records were released and considered legends in Reggae: “Nanny Goat” by Larry Marshall, “Do the Reggay” by Toots and the Maytals, “No More Heartaches” by The Beltones.

In the 1970s, Dancehall was born and became a more sparse version of Reggae than the roots style which dominated the Jamaican music scene. In the mid-1980s, digital instrumentation became more prevalent, changing the sound considerably, with digital Dancehall becoming increasingly characterized by faster rhythms. Key elements of Dancehall music include its extensive use of Jamaican Patois rather than Jamaican standard English and a focus on the track instrumentals or “riddims”. The popularity of Dancehall has spawned dance moves that made stage performances more energetic. Many dance moves seen in Hip Hop videos are actually variations of Dancehall dances.

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