Rain.
One by one, you file in, coaches creeping up the mountain to the Castle atop.
At the door you are met by a smiling butler. Something about his face gives your pause.
"Welcome, one, and welcome all!" he smiles, extending his arms. "It's been quite a while since we've had visitors, I'm afraid, and my Master is, shall we say, a bit of a recluse. He won't be joining us until the sun sets."
"What is this about!?" you demand, thrusting your invitation forward. "I was told this was an event of some import, not a foolish kid's game!"
The butler's smile does not falter. "You will see shortly, I'm afraid, yes. Though fools we all may be, this is no game."
And with that the doors slam behind you, startling your houses to run away.
"But fear not. You will not be mistreated! Indeed, if you would but follow me to the dining room..."
Intrigued, but cautious, you proceed through the entry hall and into the large, well lit dining room. A feast has been laid out. Candles flicker and dance in the light and shadows.
The butler goes to sit at the head of the table, alone, and silently extends one hand for you to sit, smiling.
The food is excellent. The wine sublime. You soon feel right at home. Pale, slender serving wenches silently attend to your every desire. Their beauty is only equal to the quality of the food.
As the sun sets, the butler stands and invites you to join him in a toast.
"To the enduring foolishness of mankind," he says through thin lips.
But before you can finish the toast, one of you leaps up onto the table.
"Enough of this cheap charade!" he says, brandishing his holy whip and cross. "Olrox, you and your master must return to the shadows whence you came!"
"Ah, my dear Belmont, do not be hasty," the butler smiles, unfazed. "All things in good time."
Suddenly, another one of your ranks jumps upon the table and shoves the hunter aside.
"Give way, human," he growls. "This wretch and his mewling master are mine to engage. Did you think your little insult would go unanswered?"
"Ah, so the dog barks," the butler says, his smile fading, brushing a bit of lint off his shoulder. "I'm amazed you mangy mutts can even properly put a sentence together. You pitiful beasts have no place in tonight's festivities. I'm afraid I'll have to... dispose of you."
Chaos erupts at the table. The wolf lunges forward toward the butler, his suit ripping down the seams as he transforms. Some people are screaming, some are reaching for weapons, others for claws.
But before the grand melee can take place, all the lights suddenly extinguish, leaving everyone in darkness.
"ENOUGH," rings out a stern voice.
A lone candle relights, illuminating a tall, pale shadow descending stone steps.
"It is time for the endless dance of darkness to commence. I will not have you upstarts ruining my party."
A wave of dizziness sweeps over you. When it passes, you are unable to remember anyone's face!
"It seems the lord of this castle has placed some sort of spell on us," someone says.
"The front door is locked," another exclaims, pulling on it.
"Then we have no choice but to engage once more, as he suggested, in the dance of darkness," you say.
1. Bongo
2. Romosome
3. Niku
4. Classic
5. Laser
6. Koah
7. Envy
8. Newbie
9. McDohl
10. Kazz
11. Kayma
12. Transportation
13. Verde
14. Angry Beaver
15. Friend
16. Zara
17. Guild
18. Smiler
19. Zach
20. NexAdruin
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