A Letter To A Coronation

[Lefty 1696]

*Couriers arrive to the lands of different groups and guilds. They bear letters that are given to the leader of each specific group or Kingdom. Each letter has the seal of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan upon it*

 

 

“Dear Noble of Anthos

You are hereby invited to the coronation of Grand King Wulfgar Grandaxe, it shall be held in an elven day within the halls of the grand city of Kal’Ithrun. You are welcome to bring your vassals and subjects, however violence of any sort is not allowed and is barred from the city.”

 

 

*The letter would arrive to the specific people listed below*

 

King Heinrik Carrion I of the Kingdom of Oren.

 

Justicair Darius DeNurem of the Conclave of Malin.

 

Rex Erik’Azog of the Dominion of Krugmar.

 

Tlatlanni Morthawl of the Empire of Karakatukua.

 

Lord Kayrin Elendil of the Kingdom of Anadune.

 

Great Prince Sparticus Tundrak I of the Princedom of Fenn.

 

High King Syrio Forel of the Kingdom of Alras.

Mayor Milo Herbwallow of the Summerset Isles.

 

((The Coronation shall take place at 7pm EST on Friday the 21st of February. If you are one of the people mentioned please say if you can attend or if you can send someone to attend in your absence.))

[Geo 1415]

Tlatlanni Morthawl soon returns the letter after thinking upon it, explaining that he too will be coming.

((Like above, more than likely should be able to, but if I can't, I'll say something.))

[The Lion 736]

Darius DeNurem walks down the hall with a mob of well trained Disciples stepping in perfect unison. As they near the shining seat of the Patriarch, a messenger disciple runs to Darius' side. "Sire, word from the dwarves- still sealed." he says as he opens it in the presence of Darius to ensure there is no foul play involved with the letter. All clear he hands over  the note to Darius who reads it over as he sits in the chair of enlightenment. "Very well, gather the ink! Seek the paper!" orders Darius, setting  the disciple on a mad dash to be the first to find what was requested. Disciple are pushed and punched by fellow Disciples as the best among them lead the vanguard to be the achiever of the quest. Disciple E is taken down with a soap on a rope by Disciple C, putting her nearest the scribe room.

 

Darius takes a smoke break looking up at the herd of bloodied and broken disciples, one carries the ink well and a scroll of paper, his blood stained teeth smiling. "Here you are sir." he says as he hands it over, stepping back in line to tend to his broken nose. The Justiciar gives his thanks and begins drafting a letter, the soldiers watch intently as their Patriarch makes art with swoops and flourishes of the quill, if you listened hard enough one might hear angelic music coming from the beauty of his return letter. He folds up the paper and places it in an envelope, heating the wax to seal it with his personal symbol.

 

The letter is then handed to a Disciple Runner and promptly ends up in the right hands within the dwarven lands. As you begin to take your letter knife to the envelope you get a sense of guilt removing the glorious seal, destroying such a work of art. You begin to take out the letter, the excitement to read such a personally crafted letter is almost too much to bear. Finally you unfold the letter, flipping it to the correct side.

 

 

Your eyes scour over the words, tears almost coming to them,

 

"Greetings, The Justiciar and gang have saved the date."

[Chikachu 402]

Lord Kayrin Elendil pours over the plans for his city, where he can usually be found, when he receives the letter. He glances over it quickly, then smiles. "Glad to see the dwarves made a good choice." He moves papers around on the table for a little while until he finds a blank one, then quickly begins to write.

"Greeetings and well-met to the New Dwarven King from Anadune, may his reign be fruitful.

Unfortunately, I am very busy and may not be able to attend his coronation. With any luck I will be there. If not, my High Thane Arnorian Earendil, as well as a small company, mostly intended to help him keep his temper should he happen to run into any old enemies. I wish the Grand King and his councilors fair winds and fare well, that the dwarves may dig prosperous mines and build grander halls under his rule.

Respects,

Lord Kayrin Earendil of Anadune."

((With any luck I'll be able to find a computer that can play minecraft and I'll be able to get online soon. If not... Well, Arnorian will probably end up going. Good luck Zezimus! I'm sure you'll be great!))

[Knox213 10]

King Heinrik Carrion is deeply upset he cannot attend, so he sends Lord Chancellor Archduke Edward Winter II in his stead.

 

((Friday/Saturday nights are tricky for me, doubt i'll be on at that time.))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.