[The evening sun is setting in the Nexus, signaling the final act of the revel. Most of the food and drinks have been consumed and the satyr have cleaned up the festival grounds so everyone can stand around the bonfire. Many Nexus visitors are wearing their masks as part of the celebration, since this is a masquerade-style affair, after all. Anyone involved in the organization of this festival is either standing in front of the bonfire or off to the side, as if waiting for something to happen.
From the top of the Pantheon, emerges a man, dressed in a red and green suit, wearing a white scarf around his neck. He must be the host of this revel, as the satyr and humans alike start hollering with excitement at his appearance. The mask he wears resembles the face of a satyr, but has large horns. It’s safe to say he is dressed like a devil, with the red paint on his mask, and the glowing spear he carries in one hand. He steps up to the microphone and speakers that have been installed at the top of the Pantheon, speaking to everyone in the crowd. There's something dark and intimidating about his voice and wearing a mask is only adding to the suspense.]
"I welcome you all here, for the pinnacle of this grand revel. This celebration is not for the seasons, but to commemorate the nature of all living beings. The god you have all forgotten..."
The crowd seems to murmur at his words, uncertain as to what he's talking about, but unable to look away.
"Deep within yourselves is a greater potential that you've ever known. But the world rejects that way of thinking, thus you're forced to wear a mask and be someone you're not. That changes today." He points the spear out at the crowd. "Call out his name! Nyarlathotep! Free yourselves from the chains of normal behaviors and embrace chaos! All of the sadness, grief and anger you've ever felt...Become that which you reject! Accept the Elder God as your own and give in to your unworldly desires!"
The man steps away from the microphone, leaving the confused crowd below to ponder his words. Without warning, the satyr begin cheering from below the Pantheon steps, sloshing their mead and wine glasses feverishly. As if on cue, the bonfire erupts in a beautiful display of fire, as the visage of some unworldly being can be seen in the flames. As for the party-hosting humans, they seem to be watching the crowd of people carefully...Then the revel turns into something worthy of its namesake.
A woman in her 30’s turns to look at her best friend, the mask on her face hiding any emotions she might have. However, she takes her wine glass and splashes it in the face of the other woman, then starts pummeling her with her fists. Another group of men begin fighting with one another, physically and clearly not in the drunken sense. People are screaming interesting things: whether it be angry accusations or jealous statements, emotions are at a high. The darker side of humanity is starting to show, and those with a weak will are easily swaying into wanting their freedom. Everyone who seems to be starting the fighting is also wearing a mask. Imagine that.
Whether you wanted to be here or not, violence and destruction are on the horizon, and if left unchecked, the entire Nexus threatens to be burned to the ground.]
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From the top of the Pantheon, emerges a man, dressed in a red and green suit, wearing a white scarf around his neck. He must be the host of this revel, as the satyr and humans alike start hollering with excitement at his appearance. The mask he wears resembles the face of a satyr, but has large horns. It’s safe to say he is dressed like a devil, with the red paint on his mask, and the glowing spear he carries in one hand. He steps up to the microphone and speakers that have been installed at the top of the Pantheon, speaking to everyone in the crowd. There's something dark and intimidating about his voice and wearing a mask is only adding to the suspense.]
"I welcome you all here, for the pinnacle of this grand revel. This celebration is not for the seasons, but to commemorate the nature of all living beings. The god you have all forgotten..."
The crowd seems to murmur at his words, uncertain as to what he's talking about, but unable to look away.
"Deep within yourselves is a greater potential that you've ever known. But the world rejects that way of thinking, thus you're forced to wear a mask and be someone you're not. That changes today." He points the spear out at the crowd. "Call out his name! Nyarlathotep! Free yourselves from the chains of normal behaviors and embrace chaos! All of the sadness, grief and anger you've ever felt...Become that which you reject! Accept the Elder God as your own and give in to your unworldly desires!"
The man steps away from the microphone, leaving the confused crowd below to ponder his words. Without warning, the satyr begin cheering from below the Pantheon steps, sloshing their mead and wine glasses feverishly. As if on cue, the bonfire erupts in a beautiful display of fire, as the visage of some unworldly being can be seen in the flames. As for the party-hosting humans, they seem to be watching the crowd of people carefully...Then the revel turns into something worthy of its namesake.
A woman in her 30’s turns to look at her best friend, the mask on her face hiding any emotions she might have. However, she takes her wine glass and splashes it in the face of the other woman, then starts pummeling her with her fists. Another group of men begin fighting with one another, physically and clearly not in the drunken sense. People are screaming interesting things: whether it be angry accusations or jealous statements, emotions are at a high. The darker side of humanity is starting to show, and those with a weak will are easily swaying into wanting their freedom. Everyone who seems to be starting the fighting is also wearing a mask. Imagine that.
Whether you wanted to be here or not, violence and destruction are on the horizon, and if left unchecked, the entire Nexus threatens to be burned to the ground.]