[eidolon]

"When the lid is popped open, a small mannequin-esque ballerina slowly twirls and spins; yet

there is no music that plays. Or is there? You could swear you just heard something from it..."

Found high upon a shelf and covered in dust, it had been an age since hands last clasped the enigmatic music box that had come into Alaric's possession during one of his escapades into abandoned quarters. A little prize, he figured, and he pilfered for himself a pretty souvenir to bring back home. For days, it stood harmless and still atop its new display, oriented above the bedsteads of he and his brother — 'til in the night its distant tune interspersed throughout their slumber, and the dancer's steps picked up where they left off...

...unbeknownst to them, it was...

Name: Alaric
Attendees: Alaric + (possibly) his brother
Theme: i̷̢̧̨̮̹̟̮͗̅̈́̀́̓ ̶̭̜̜͍͒s̴̡͓̳̙͑h̷̞̳̼̳̾͘͝ơ̵̤̯͇͈̩̓͗͌͆̑͘ù̶̡̞͕̙̻̬̀͑̾l̴̡͙͔̞͋̈́̉̀̕d̵̢͖̻̖͆̌ ̷̫̙̤̟̜̣̊̆̈̓h̴̛͕̘͂͋͐̓͘a̶͚̓̑́͌̉̔̐v̴̨̧͕̠͚̓̍̈̕͝ȩ̸̨̞̣̥̥͂̿̔̑ ̶͈̞̻̥̖̍l̴̮͔̏͛e̶̬̬̥̔̂f̶̡̛̬̀t̵̠͕̽͋̆͐̏͜ ̸̭͙̈́͐̃͗ï̵̝̫̻͇͂̅͒̅̚͝t̵͍̙͛̑̐̆̀̓͝ ̸̟̞̜͖̠͖̀́͂a̵̢̮̜̠͙̿̆̋́͠l̸̨͈͚̺̻̽̿͐ō̷͓̖̤n̴̟̜͗ȅ̶̖̍
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DM: ludi