#ravkahq:event

[heartsck]

where: the ball, near the bar when: early in the evening who: open! @ravkastarters​

The grisha was far too sober for the number of people who were here, a point that became all the more clear as she recalled the number of grisha’s in the little palace and compared it with the crowd. Being told your whole life that you are only worth something if you are grisha will fuck up a kid, and while she’d never admit it, Daciana was far too uneasy by the inability to easily sort the guests into proper categories. This situation was veering dangerously close to feeling entirely out of her control, even though it was still early. And so, she did the only thing that helped in times like this - use her power.

The servant was unlucky enough to catch her attention, tray laden with empty glasses they were discreetly trying to remove from the ballroom - she wasn’t a monster, she’d never waste perfectly good drinks. With a sharp jab of her hand, Daciana caused the muscles in the servant’s right leg to suddenly tense which in turn sent the servant and their tray tumbling to the floor, the glasses shattering with a satisfying clatter. The heartrender smiled, and then realized she was no longer standing alone. Without quite removing the cruelty from her smile, Daciana turned her head to the newcomer.

“Your costume is incredible.”

#give the bruises out like gifts | threads #ravkahq:starter #ravkahq:event #is she being sincere ? #stay tuned!

[ravkahq]

you need not worry yourself with the acts of kings and gods,

normally peasants and mortal fret about it, but tonight we are one.   place upon your mask and become someone else.   grisha lose your colours and mortals let your hair down.   the masquerade will shield you,  darling.   with a mask,  no one needs to know who you are.   you are no longer your orders or your status,  live the fantasy of being someone else tonight.   or something else.   enjoy the glamour and bask for a few moments in the limelight.   — for this night,  you’ll dine in the presence of royalty.   graced by the king,  the queen and his children,  remember to keep your head down near them and remember:  tonight you are no one but they will always be someone.   prepare your masks and outfits,  for the masquerade shall being.

                                                                                    —     with love,   from ravka.

a lavish ball right after a brutal attack?   definitely a wise idea.   but no one ever said the king was known for his wisdom.   but for one night,  almost everyone is equal.   everyone is invited.   with the king and his son in attendance,  their personal guard shall take over,  giving the usual guard the night off and a chance to join the festivities.   this is a night to lose yourself,  to stop being who you are.   put on your nicest clothing and wear a mask,  who you are only matters outside this room.   what happens tonight doesn’t exist outside of the ballroom.

this event will last approximately 12 hours in terms of the canon timespan but will take place over one week days on your dashboard:      other threads can continue as normal but will take place  before  this event.  

#ravkahq:event #ravkahq:event02 #mumu rp #period rp #open rp #active rp

[somewhatambivalent]

one moment he’d been standing against one of the messhall walls, performing his duties as a guard during the fête, the next a bone-chilling scream could be heard over the music. causing adrian’s entire body to tense up. was this it? had fjerda finally tired of waiting and instigated an attack? the sound of running footsteps coming around the corner, made adrian shift his rifle from his shoulder, ready for an incoming threat. a group of grisha and non-grisha stormed into the messhall, some wounded, some not, clearly on the run as they kept moving. switching tactics, the trained and logical part of him urging him to regroup and find hannes, accompanying the fleeing grisha and non-grisha down the hallway. rounding the corner, on high alert, rifle poised, he walked right into hannes, reaching out to steady the other from the collision while lowering his rifle. ‘’hannes, all this chaos, is it us, is it the fjerdans? have you heard something?’’ he asked his friend, looking more confused than worried at the moment.

@dvndelicns​

#ravkahq:event #plot drop 01 #dvndelicns #threads: hannes

[infuriiate]

one moment had been full of laughter, dancing and drinking, the next astrid felt something rip into her side before her vision turned to black. when she gained consciousness the first thing she noticed was a pair of hands putting pressure on her wound. ‘’what the hell are you doing?!’’ slightly disoriented, she pushed them away instinctively. astrid immediately got up the second she realized what was going on. an attack, they were under attack, their home was under attack. starting to walk away in the direction of the danger, she stopped for a second to look back. ‘’well, are you coming or not?’’

@ravkastarters​

#ravkahq:event #ravkahq:starter #plot drop 01 #who says you can't kick ass when you're injured #adrenaline one fear zero

[vasiliair]

EAT THE RICH.     the clothing?  stolen.   the rings?  stolen.  the mask?  took him like twenty minutes to make.  the goal?  eat all the cheese at the party.

#ravkahq:event02 #ravkahq:event #im done now im done ur free of me

[ravkahq]

the great dawn rises and they watch the light bleed in through the intricate windows of the workshop.     the group emerge,  masses of damage to the castle — west wing partly destroyed and bodies strewn across the lands.   guards,  guests,  and grisha alike.   death did not discriminate.   and then they see it:   one lone creature remained.   it was covered in leather like skin,  creature wrought of shadow with a null face devoid and barren of all features.   where it ought to have hands,  large claws that burst from the blacken skin.   with thick wings that had bone jutted from it,  unfurling and shifting like a black stain.   ‘it’s a volcra,’   someone whispered.   but they all saw it.   it was far larger then a volcra and far more human.   and unlike volcra,  this creature did not fear the light.   they come together — the might of all the grisha as they stand and take down the creature.   the burning of inferni and thick winds of the squallers,  heartrenders desperately reaching out and trying to claw at something in the creature.   they can feel it but cannot touch it.   it’s human but not enough.   the death of it brings relief and they all cluster together,  staring to the body of the thing.   but what remains?   what is it?   

with the death of many grisha,  the darkling has called court with the king.   demanding more power and control over the second army,  that he should be able to grow the second army.   the king,  old and foolish,  grants it.   and with the sly hands of someone who is kept close to the darkling,  the king grants control of the first army to the darkling.   the manipulation of the mind,  after all.   training begins,  harsh and beginning before the sun rises.   all with the plans of crossing into the fold and wiping out the volcra once and for all.   

the healers and heartrenders are given the corpse of the remaining creature,  unpeeling it and dissecting it.   trying to find out what is underneath.   the etherealki are given strength in name,  training and fighting until they can barely move.   they need to be ready for the crossing.   and fabrikators spend their time trying to create weapons and transport for the trip.   new blue light and armored skiffs,  trying to protect them.

and of course,   the fjerdan spies.   it was just meant to be a simple mission.   it was meant to be spying and preparing for an attack.   they were supposed to attack.   not whatever this is.   but they continue,  loyal to their cause and a letter is sent back to fjerda,  detailing the attack.   and outlining the weakness of ravka.   of the mass damage to the palace and the dead grisha,  the laziness of the king and that if there ever was a perfect moment to strike:   it is now.

➔  to summarize:    new grisha has been recruited,  desperate to fill the gaps in the second army and members of the first army have arrived to the little palace,  gaining training to help with the crossing.   the body is being analyzed and trying to be understood by the corporalki & the etherealki train aside of the first army.   the fjerdan spies are planning an attack upon the king & queen,  to unravel ravka even further.   for now:   it feels ominous,  the visible damage of the palace a reminder and the mourning still thick in the air.   the darkling haunts the grounds,  not present but his control overwhelming and everyone awaiting what comes next?

➔  this draws our event to a close & thank you all for participating.

#ravkahq:event #ravkahq:important #plot drop #appless rp #fantasy rp

[heartsck]

daciana ‘red is my signature color’ zhirkova attends the king’s masquerade ball

#sitting pretty on the throne | face #can you hear the violence | muse #ravkahq:event

[somewhatambivalent]

adrian was ordered by his superior to go against the stream of grisha and non-grisha fleeing in the direction of the basement to look for those injured and in need of assistance, and guide important and powerful grisha as a security and safeguarding measure to the basement. rifle at the ready, he took care to not make a sound as he exited the hallway, only to find nikolai in the midst of conjuring his squaller wind, no a storm. unnatural and sudden, a sound could be heard around the corner. adrian, cursing his orders-not needing to think twice-rushed forward, taking hold of the squaller’s arm and yanked him to the side, out of sight, away from the open door the sound had come from. ‘’have you completely lost your mind, or do you want to die, hm?’’ he hissed at nikolai.

@empyrcals​

#ravkahq:event #plot drop 01 #empyrcals #threads: nikolai

[vasiliair]

A DARK SUN.     the one known as a sunshine who layers herself in black and intricate flowers,  velvet embossed boots & a bronzed mask.   her usual black leather gloves swapped for thick mesh ones with pearls twisted in a bow around the wrist and her fingers layered in heavy rings.

#ravkahq:event02 #ravkahq:event #snack girl

[vasiliair]

A PATCHWORK FOR THE FABRIKATOR.     pieced together from materials from the workshop,  a gown of handpainted silk,  and a porcelain corset and gloves.   the mask dons itself to the peculiarities of the fabrikator herself,  slowly shifting in shape and patterns during the night. 

#ravkahq:event02 #ravkahq:event

[ravkahq]

something wicked this way comes!     the building is filled with laughter,   people dancing and the night is filled with ethereal joy.   how rare in these terrible times of war to find happiness.   but as anything good in these dreaded times,  it all comes to an end.   the night sky begins to darken,  dimming of the stars but only in patches.   inconsistent and spotted..  almost as if there is something in the sky.        — and then a guard screams.

slathered in blood and terror,  deepened claw marks mutilating their face.   something has arrived — infiltrated the palace grounds.   everyone looks to each other in terror.   the fjedan spies chatter,   ‘is this us? surely it cannot be.’   while those with loyalties elsewhere ask themselves the same.   but for all:   one thing is clear.   hide.   run.   survive.   someone calls out,   the basements!   and the panicked people flee,  pushing through the doors & scrambling for safety.   majority find their way to safety,   few stragglers on the surface left to the mercy of the creatures and some gouged on the way.   isolated and locked within the stronghold that is part of the fabrikator workshop,  the group wishes for silence as the screams of those above are far worse.   

➔  the next  48 hours  are dedicated to this period of lockdown within the workshop as something tears apart the surface.   the group awaits for daybreak,  hoping whatever it is will be killed by the light  or  have fled.   for now,   devising an attack plan is key.

#ravkahq:event #appless rp #oc rp #shadow and bone rp #active rp

[ravkahq]

AN OPENING & WELCOME,   THE DOORS OF RAVKA OPEN TO YOU...

come one, come all to the spring fête!     to be held as the sun sets,   the spring fête holds a celebration of new life and the new season.     be prepared to dance the night away and wear of your shoes out in the little palace with live music and champagne galore.     formal wear is a must;   customs dictating for silks and other light fabrics  —  light colours and pastels are a must.     we hope to see you there!

                                                                                     —     with love,   from ravka.

the spring fête is a lavish and glitzy party,   one of the few that grisha are allowed to attend without being part of the attraction.     held in the courtyard primarily & the cleared-out messhall,   the spring fête celebrates the coming of a new season and new life.     flowers of all colours and shapes fill the courtyard,   blooming and layered everywhere.     pastels and light colours are considered appropriate for such an event but following dress-codes can be overrated,   right?     the night will be filled with dancing and drinking,   a pile of gossip and a twist or two.     while the  winter and summer  fête occur at the grand palace at the hands of the king and queen,   the  spring and autumn  fête belong to the grisha and therefore happens at the little palace.      few outside the grisha themselves but some have been given select invites or found other ways in.   so relax,  have a drink or two.    nothing bad will happen,  right?

this event will last approximately 12 hours in terms of the canon timespan but will take place over 4 days on your dashboard:     lasting from the 12th of may  to  the 16th of may.   other threads can continue as normal but will take place  before  this event.   

#ravkahq:event