"Dear Mr.8,
We're delighted to inform you after seeing some detailing of your works me and some of my fellow colleagues have decided we would be delighted to make your acquaintance. I am what is known as the Head Tarantula. I'm certain you've heard of our group, and of our influence, as with our line of work I'm certain you've met or worked with people in our forces. As such an influential figure I'd like to see your potential, and possibly introduce you to the Grand Spider.
Before I can possibly give you more info I'd love to invite you to a little soiree. Go the wealthy housing district or Remano, and go to the manor of the Latinus family on the coming eve of the summer hare moon. You will wear the mask provided for you with the letter. The only reason for this is well, the host loves a theme party. The theme he gave the guests is poetic, like a true wealthy elite he's trying to seem eloquent in some way but I digress.
Once arriving to the party, present them this letter, showing them my seal on the bottom indicating that you're a guest of mine. Bring no weapons or beasts, but you may bring "wares" as a gift but I shouldn't have to tell you to no shackle them in any way as Reim as been quite rough to our kind these past few years.
I'll be wandering around the party, likely in the back showroom avoiding most of the partying nobels but feel free to enjoy yourself before coming to find me, we have a whole night to discuss. I'll be wearing a Swan Mask and a yellow sash to indicate who I am. I am excited and hope that you come to the party so we can work together towards a future."
That is what the letter that would arrive upon the slaver's hands would detail. A couple of days ago this should've arrived upon him in good faith, that is if he were resting his head consistently instead of working. Carried by an albino ferret the letter would be rolled up with a velvet string and a wax seal of what appeared to be the crest of an orange tree and curled up around it. Either way once the letter had reached him he would only have so much time to prepare for the party night.
As the night would come upon the liveliness on these streets of Reim would seem more than the day in this part of Remano. It truly was a gathering of some of the most prominent of Elite in the country. Plenty was sorted out into what looked like the manor grounds as. As a long pathway with decorated, and sculpted flower bushes, marble statues, and fountains adorned the path. The crowds hiding the most of the spectacle as the washed over the scenery, drinking, dancing, and enjoying the party that kept most of the guests outside of the actual building.
Enticing the guests outside, and leading those who knew the parties' true goals inside, were musicians of all kinds. Lining up the house as the sounds of lyres and drums, flutes and lutes, different bands to get the overwhelming crowd in the party mood. It seemed there were plenty taking advantage of the party, and weren't the true guests. As only a few select few wore masks outside, those who were surrounded by mobs grinding on them, or the attendants who walked around keeping those in line with plenty of different intoxicants.
"Anything you see that you like sir?" the smell of roasted lamb curl into 8's nose. As it would guide his face to the plater presented in front of his face, held by one of the canary masked attendees. Along with it was a packed pipe of opium, some other rolled flower, alcohol, and assorted mushrooms. "Feel free to pick your poison sir or just enjoy a light snack, as one of the chosen guests please present your letter at the house gate if you wish you make it further inside."
The path would twist and turn to pass the various ornaments that seemed to endless line the path in variation in theme. Up towards the manor, they would see the crowd bottlenecking the door as men in cyclops masks.
"No one goes any further without the proper seal." boomed the bouncer's voice as it pushed pass a clearly drunken, and possibly high teen who was trying to see what was happening with the parties elite. Before even getting inside it seemed like there were multiple layers to this party, there was still the navigation to come inside of the massive house, which seemed too large to even be considered such. And as he approached he too would be stopped before he could go any further.
Barred by arms from both guards they would look down at him as the one on the right would ask him, as his head bobbed up and down examining his mask. Outward his voice questioned with a gravely monotone voice "Do you have the proper identification in order to proceed further into the party's inner sanctum, and if you present it are you prepared for whats inside?"
We're delighted to inform you after seeing some detailing of your works me and some of my fellow colleagues have decided we would be delighted to make your acquaintance. I am what is known as the Head Tarantula. I'm certain you've heard of our group, and of our influence, as with our line of work I'm certain you've met or worked with people in our forces. As such an influential figure I'd like to see your potential, and possibly introduce you to the Grand Spider.
Before I can possibly give you more info I'd love to invite you to a little soiree. Go the wealthy housing district or Remano, and go to the manor of the Latinus family on the coming eve of the summer hare moon. You will wear the mask provided for you with the letter. The only reason for this is well, the host loves a theme party. The theme he gave the guests is poetic, like a true wealthy elite he's trying to seem eloquent in some way but I digress.
Once arriving to the party, present them this letter, showing them my seal on the bottom indicating that you're a guest of mine. Bring no weapons or beasts, but you may bring "wares" as a gift but I shouldn't have to tell you to no shackle them in any way as Reim as been quite rough to our kind these past few years.
I'll be wandering around the party, likely in the back showroom avoiding most of the partying nobels but feel free to enjoy yourself before coming to find me, we have a whole night to discuss. I'll be wearing a Swan Mask and a yellow sash to indicate who I am. I am excited and hope that you come to the party so we can work together towards a future."
That is what the letter that would arrive upon the slaver's hands would detail. A couple of days ago this should've arrived upon him in good faith, that is if he were resting his head consistently instead of working. Carried by an albino ferret the letter would be rolled up with a velvet string and a wax seal of what appeared to be the crest of an orange tree and curled up around it. Either way once the letter had reached him he would only have so much time to prepare for the party night.
As the night would come upon the liveliness on these streets of Reim would seem more than the day in this part of Remano. It truly was a gathering of some of the most prominent of Elite in the country. Plenty was sorted out into what looked like the manor grounds as. As a long pathway with decorated, and sculpted flower bushes, marble statues, and fountains adorned the path. The crowds hiding the most of the spectacle as the washed over the scenery, drinking, dancing, and enjoying the party that kept most of the guests outside of the actual building.
Enticing the guests outside, and leading those who knew the parties' true goals inside, were musicians of all kinds. Lining up the house as the sounds of lyres and drums, flutes and lutes, different bands to get the overwhelming crowd in the party mood. It seemed there were plenty taking advantage of the party, and weren't the true guests. As only a few select few wore masks outside, those who were surrounded by mobs grinding on them, or the attendants who walked around keeping those in line with plenty of different intoxicants.
"Anything you see that you like sir?" the smell of roasted lamb curl into 8's nose. As it would guide his face to the plater presented in front of his face, held by one of the canary masked attendees. Along with it was a packed pipe of opium, some other rolled flower, alcohol, and assorted mushrooms. "Feel free to pick your poison sir or just enjoy a light snack, as one of the chosen guests please present your letter at the house gate if you wish you make it further inside."
The path would twist and turn to pass the various ornaments that seemed to endless line the path in variation in theme. Up towards the manor, they would see the crowd bottlenecking the door as men in cyclops masks.
"No one goes any further without the proper seal." boomed the bouncer's voice as it pushed pass a clearly drunken, and possibly high teen who was trying to see what was happening with the parties elite. Before even getting inside it seemed like there were multiple layers to this party, there was still the navigation to come inside of the massive house, which seemed too large to even be considered such. And as he approached he too would be stopped before he could go any further.
Barred by arms from both guards they would look down at him as the one on the right would ask him, as his head bobbed up and down examining his mask. Outward his voice questioned with a gravely monotone voice "Do you have the proper identification in order to proceed further into the party's inner sanctum, and if you present it are you prepared for whats inside?"