OOC: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/the-felanan-myths-veiled-fantasy-ooc-reboot.55270/ Always open. IC: To say the City of Teluma was in an uproar would be an understatement. In scarcely an hour King Timan's annual ball would begin, and the King had opened the gates to the general public, something that hadn't happened in thousands of years. But at least there was precedent for that. What there was no precedent for was the invitation of the Terna and the Rewan. Sure, the merchants had dealings with the Terna, so they weren't such a big deal. The Rewan, on the other hand... To invite the unintended, the byproducts, the waste from humanity's creation was an affront to every principle the nobles had upheld for centuries. What the King was doing was simply not done, ever, and his advisers had certainly let him know it. Not that he seemed to mind, something else seemed to be bothering him. *** Only one person in the city seemed to not care at all about the ball, and that was Erikon Warwick, the man currently putting a banner up outside the King's palace, standing unsteadily on a ladder and tapping a nail into the stonework, the light evening breeze mussing his hair. "GODS!" The ladder shook and Erik dropped the hammer into a pocket on his tool belt, holding the thumb he had just hit. OOC: All player characters that want to go to the ball are welcome, though it hasn't begun yet. Feel free to interact with Erik or do whatever you please!