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Near The Keep - Prepared Stage for the Play 'All's Well' which acted as a reenactment of a Dreadlords tale of battle. (After, at the reception)
It was a bit overdramatized. Though, he supposed that was the entire purpose of the thing. A dramatic retelling of Dreadlord's victory from a time long before his own. He thought he'd studied well on the history of his organization, but alas it seems that even Cassius can fall short on his book smarts. It was a bit depressing for the young fourth level as his intelligence was one of the only things he had that he considered to be a strength. Where his might lacked, his magic roared.
The play was overall, decent. It had been fun to experience, and the acting was above average from what he'd seen in Vel Anir. Though it was an interesting prospect to choose a play as a way to show gratitude to the Dreadlords. He figured most would have skipped the event entirely for the sake of something more exciting or deadly. But his eyes locked with many of his brothers and sisters, some he'd even been in academy with.
It was a smorgasbord of Dreadlords of every level, talking and reliving passed excursions.
Cassius, though, sat alone. With three glasses of wine in front of him. Well, three full glasses and four already downed.
He was pretty drunk.
He slumped back into his chair and held one of the glasses to his chest. Cassius had not eaten anything today and wasn't sure if he even would. Being drunk was a huge positive in his eyes, it allowed him to feel a bit more emotion than normal. While it never sent him into a full state of euphoria, he was in a good mood.
And he had a lot more wine to get through.
It was a bit overdramatized. Though, he supposed that was the entire purpose of the thing. A dramatic retelling of Dreadlord's victory from a time long before his own. He thought he'd studied well on the history of his organization, but alas it seems that even Cassius can fall short on his book smarts. It was a bit depressing for the young fourth level as his intelligence was one of the only things he had that he considered to be a strength. Where his might lacked, his magic roared.
The play was overall, decent. It had been fun to experience, and the acting was above average from what he'd seen in Vel Anir. Though it was an interesting prospect to choose a play as a way to show gratitude to the Dreadlords. He figured most would have skipped the event entirely for the sake of something more exciting or deadly. But his eyes locked with many of his brothers and sisters, some he'd even been in academy with.
It was a smorgasbord of Dreadlords of every level, talking and reliving passed excursions.
Cassius, though, sat alone. With three glasses of wine in front of him. Well, three full glasses and four already downed.
He was pretty drunk.
He slumped back into his chair and held one of the glasses to his chest. Cassius had not eaten anything today and wasn't sure if he even would. Being drunk was a huge positive in his eyes, it allowed him to feel a bit more emotion than normal. While it never sent him into a full state of euphoria, he was in a good mood.
And he had a lot more wine to get through.