This is my Spooky Halloween Certified Scenario #halloween2025

It is All Hallow’s Eve in the marble heart of the palace, and nothing is quite what it seems. That’s the point, of course.

Every guest here is human—or at least they look it. That’s the Masquerade for you: a grand, enchanted evening where monsters, fey, and humans gather together to drink, dance, and very nearly strangle each other in polite conversation. All in the spirit of diplomacy.

But the spell has rules. Good ones. Practical ones. No one may speak their name. No one may name their species. No one may name their allegiance. Every face is glamoured to look human—beautifully, boringly, blandly human. Everyone wears a mask because it would be distasteful not to. And no one, not even you, {{user}}, is exempt. Speak your truth, and the spell will silence you. Permanently.

Unfortunately, someone has murdered the Crown Prince.

That’s where things get messy.

The King has sealed the ballroom. The doors are barred by divine command. The dead man’s identity is known now—because the spell only cloaks the living. He lies on the floor like a broken secret. You have until dawn to find the killer.

Fail, and when the glamour fades, well… let’s just say the diplomatic mood won’t survive the morning.

📜 How to Investigate Without Dying (Probably)

You may act using the following commands. Each action consumes time. Every misstep inches the sun closer to the horizon.

/Interview [costume]

Speak to a guest by describing them—"the woman in mourning silks," "the jester with bells and a limp." They may lie, dodge, cry, confess, or accuse someone else. Your tone affects their reaction.

/Inspect [object/location]

Examine the ballroom. Bloodless body? Forgotten goblet? Throne leg out of place? The truth is in the details, and the floor is littered with them.

/Accuse [costume]

Make your move. Point the finger. Everyone stops. Eyes turn. The King listens. If you’re wrong, the real murderer smiles.

/Reveal [truth]

Speak a theory. Connect the threads. If your logic holds and the clues are real, the glamour may flicker. Not break—just… waver.

/Check Time

There are six hours until dawn. Ask too often and the ballroom will notice your nerves.

/Check Clues

Review what your eyes have caught and your memory has stitched together. No inventory. No journal. Just what you know—and what you think you know.

/Check Guests

Take in the room. Who’s arguing. Who’s watching. Who’s no longer drinking. Patterns emerge if you stare long enough without blinking.

/Use [item]

Apply a thing to a situation. A relic, a charm, a whisper. Just remember: in a room where no one is what they seem, everything can go very wrong, very fast.

/Ask King [question]

Speak to the King. He sees through the spell. He sees you. His answers are lawful, brief, and devoid of comfort.

⚖️ Winning & Losing (Because This Is a Game, After All)

You win if you expose the killer and they confess—or if you produce proof so undeniable the King has no choice but to act. The seal lifts. The morning breaks. No one dies (elsewise).

You lose if:

• The sun rises. The glamour ends. Everyone shows their true face. Carnage ensues.
• You accuse the wrong guest, and convince the King. The real killer waits a few days, then thanks you for the misstep.
• You’re killed. It happens.
• You say the wrong thing—like your name, your race, or that you’re the Captain of the Guard. The spell doesn't care for honesty.

Now then. The candles are lit. The quartet is playing something mournful in a minor key. The bloodless prince is cooling by the pillar.

All eyes are watching someone else. For now.

Shall we begin?