Swan Song: Invidia

[Bologna Prime]

An oddity on the far edge of existence, a shadowed wood and an umbral visage distant from the flock most reverent, surrounded by the otherwise foreign. A hunting ground dormant for all of one fortuitous instance. For what greater and true purpose did that icon of Nemea, Goddess of the Hunt, wait in the depths of Unreality of all places? Seemingly unacknowledged by those more to mind Her image and domain, or at least obscured in their nature for what much had gone paid. For what business has the Lumin King kept contact with the Mind Eater? Visited sporadically by the royalty of Delphina, a design slowly amounting in silence until, as is of the way of the Faeborne and their ruler:

Springing into action, as all the tools are assembled at last.

Abruptly proclaimed from the office of His Royal Luminescence is an event described a number of ways. A grand hunt for a prey most elusive in its unthinkably abstract nature, the greatest and likely final performance of House Caewynn's most wayward of scions, and perhaps most boldly a rite of sanctification upon the collective heart of Mankind itself - most ominously, for all it could be, a thing to be witnessed only by those prepared to face peril most grave. In the Slaughtering Grounds of Unreality, a distant terminus upon which something too wretched to rightly invite upon this world would be called, invoked, lured to what may very well be its undoing.

One freed of an emeraldine eclipse upon the self, yet still it hangs upon the hearts of us all. To break its grip an end to one tragedy, yet to pull upon its claw and unravel the beast whole is what shall bring true closure. Not only relief, but a purpose in having fallen to that clutch at all: By music's grace was Aubrey Caewynn freed of Envy's guise, and now let music's grace ensure she is the last ever to be snared by its curse.

The Slaughtering Grounds of Unreality, as accessed via the east wing of the keep.
Tentative Date/Time: Tuesday, February 25th, 2:30 PM EST