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The Eighth & Last Guest

The eight guest bestows a distinct nose capable of an agreeable molecular formula.

As the clock tower bell began to ring out, Fredrico having joined the other guests, watched intently the eighth masquer enter into the room. As this guest drew closer toward him, to all appearance he was seized by the sudden realization that the violet eyes that shone behind the mask were those belonging to that of the beautiful lady seen in town a few days prior. But it wasn't just the eyes he recalled which forever burns in his memory. It was also her irresistible fragrant perfume that drew him to her like a bee to a flower. 

At length, all the masquers passed into a room where a group of musicians began playing a poet's sonnet. Without hesitation Fredrico took the hand of the alluring guest and lead her onto the dance floor. And they dance oblivious to others present, transfixed by their own presence through gaze and touch. When the music had faded, Fredrico whispered into her ear, "What is your name?"

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Standing from afar, Fredrico's brother watches the enamored couple. Unbeknown to Fredrico, his brother had taken it upon himself to contact the violet-eyed lady after listening to his story about his feelings for her. Fortunately, Fredrico's brother knew the identity of the woman having collaborated with her father concerning numerous business dealings in the past. Therefore, he kept this knowledge from Fredrico and immediately sent her an invitation to the masquerade ball.

And so, a romance begins in a castle by the sea.

The End.

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Hooray! The game is officially over!

 I've decided not to include a final illustration depicting the clock tower mentioned earlier in the game.  Henceforth, if you would like to participate in guessing the true identity (occupation) of the eight guests, please send me an email with the pertinent information before September 1st. Also, if you think you know the name of the eighth guest (Hints: Latin origin with five letters - Roman Mythology) be sure to include this to acquire a second card! But please remember...you will only receive this second card provided you have correctly guessed all other guests occupations too.

The first TEN responders with correct answers will receive their free custom-made card (or two) once I obtain a mailing address where you would like the gift sent.

Note: offer ends midnight August 31st!! After which I'll provide the answers to guests identities in my next post coming this weekend. 

Thanks so much for your participation and especially your patience. Ciao!

EMAIL: please click Email Me link in sidebar under About. Also in Subject type Masquerade Game.

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The Seventh Guest

The seventh guest employs art, science, and instrument, whereupon reveals the world measurable.

When the seventh guest appeared, his presence eventually produced a bevy of questions from the second guest. There was no mistake that the two had mutual subject interests. Meanwhile, the other guests made casual conversation amongst themselves while sipping upon refreshments. As to Fredrico...he thought all this very good but nevertheless grew steadily anxious for the ball to officially begin at exactly eight o'clock. Shortly afterward there would follow the merriment of delectable food and classical music. This was after all, his brother's utmost wish.

Presently, to seek a few moments of solitude, Fredrico made his way out onto a veranda overlooking the castle grounds. Here, a breeze dissipates fog producing brief glimpses of starry sky and moonlit sea. He tried to make out the shore but only heard the sound of waves crashing against rocks like shredded thunderbolts. In the near distance, his eyes followed the narrow ribbon of road that wound its way up toward the castle. The castle itself spellbound by dark secrets, ancient trees, and subterranean tunnels, beheld enough mystique to form the ideal place for an intimate masquerade ball. And with regard to the invited guests, Fredrico decided thus far that the majority of them were satisfactorily identified.

Suddenly his eyes caught sight a horse-drawn carriage making haste up the road. Without question, the last guest would soon make an appearance.

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Note: the necklace around the neck of seventh guest holds a partial rendering of an ancient map. Sorry this isn't showing better here on post.

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The Sixth Guest

The sixth guest under a full lunar glow, secretly dances within the enchanted grove.

At seven forty-five the sixth guest appeared and joined the fifth guest. Fredrico assumed they were a couple and found both to be quite an amusing study in personalities. Like night and day, he thought. For instance, the sixth who steadily held her glowing mask, went out of her way avoiding the other guests. Meanwhile, the fifth with his radiant mask relished the company of everyone in the room.

Presently, Fredrico watched the sixth cross the room toward a darken corner. Like a dancer she moved while ever so slightly lifting the hem of her long dress. Suddenly Fredrico's brows lifted like a drawbridge. To his astonishment, he noticed two bare feet!

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Note: Sorry about the horribly rendered illustration. Unhappy with hairdo and stupid stars. Later I will redo. Guess I'm too busy concentrating on too many other things at once. Suffice to say, in the midst of creating many new products for my upcoming online shop including website to showcase it all!!

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The Fifth Guest

The fifth guest learns the art of observing an infinite system orbiting life's radiant stella.

Nearly seven forty and the castle is enveloped by gray mists that rose from a nearby lake. Standing before a window, Fredrico watches intently two mysterious forms coming towards the castle. One further ahead blazes bright like fire while the other shimmers pale like frost.

Moments pass and now his attention focuses on the fifth guest entering through the castle doors. Holding in one hand a radiant mask, the stranger is immediately surrounded by the other masquers. It was obvious to Fredrico that this was the radiant form seen earlier. While contemplating the stranger's occupation, he simultaneously wonders when the other form will appear and reveal it's mystery. 

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The Fourth Guest

The fourth guest erudites and lovest best, whether wit or tragedy.

As the bell tower rang out the half hour, the fourth guest entered through the castle doors. At once, Fredrico and the other guests greeted the stranger with utmost courtesy. Then, as if the stranger's painted mask were nothing more then a thin veil, there came a distinct feminine voice. Measure for measure, Fredrico and company stood spellbound listening to a sonnet of expressive thought and feeling. Henceforth, so powerful the spoken language, Fredrico's guess as to the stranger's true occupation whether to be correct or not, was momentarily no great concern to him.

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