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The Party That Did Not Happen

‘When your back’s to the wall When you’re starting to fall You got something to lean on Love is everything’ The end-party of the Fantasy Faire, a gathering of all Fairefolk and party-peeps from allover the grid, did not happen this year. It was not held on The Rose, and certainly not in the pool. … Continue reading The Party That Did Not Happen →

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The Tyrant’s End: Jail & Bail of Alia Baroque

“Choose The Rose’s Destiny and join me for an event that will change the Soul of a City. Tonight, 28 April at 3 pm slt at The Rose, Fantasy Faire.” Yours, Alia Come witness the Story of The Rose unfold before you, come decide the Fate of Alia Baroque, and with him, the Soul of The … Continue reading The Tyrant’s End: Jail & Bail of Alia Baroque →

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Living at The Rose

The statues at The Rose are alive. You wouldn’t know it at first glance as they stand on their pedestals, pose in their carefully selected spots, frozen in moments of activity. You wouldn’t — couldn’t — guess, but it is true. Their sculptor imbued them with life and spirit full of humor and mischief. The moment you glance away, they end up giving merry buntoinettes unicorn rides and playing Fantasy Football with pigeons. When you glance back, they’re gone, only the sudden breeze revealing that something incredibly fast zoomed by. The breeze and a faint eeeeeee-sound in the wind. When playing with their flesh-and-blood friends, they often pretend to freeze back to statues again. That way you might see statues where there wasn’t any yesterday, nor will there be tomorrow. When asked, the blame is always on the Magician tending to The Rose. The statues couldn’t move on their own, after all. Especially not in the Fairelands.Read the rest