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Several posters are placed on the notice boards within the Kingdom of Oren and the Cloud Temple, some would make it to distant lands.

 

The Royal Abresi Ball

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To celebrate Oren and its allies new found victories against the Scourge and the peace between the nations, our most glorious King Heinrik I. of House Carrion has hereby declared a royal ball in the city of Abresi, for all men, orc, dwarf and elf to attend!

The ball shall be held in exactly one elven week ((Sunday, 9th March  4 pm est))

 

There shall be drinking, dancing, eating and celebrations to honor the victorious dead that has fallen against our dark foes in the north and to celebrate the honorable living who has fought against the scourge and live to tell the tale.

The city shall be open for all who wish to attend but any violent acts from anyone is intolerable and will be handled with by the guards present.

 

The House of Carrion and Holy Kingdom of Oren sincerely hope that as many as possible will attend this grand event and partake in these celebrations.

 

((Would politely request that...

A) No harbringers turn up to cause trouble, I would like this to be a calm, peaceful RP event.

B) Everybody acts in a serious manner, no trolly RP.

C) Everybody enjoys themselves.

D) Everybody dresses appropriately!

E) No dumb Setherin RP ****, i've had enough of that in previous Oren events.

 

I was supposed to make some edits, totally forgot what I was going to add. Credit to Emenzi for writing up this piece whilst I thought about what I was going to add.))

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A harbinger-totally-not-harbinger hears of this... peace was what it would go here for, but how? It was then that it turned to the corner... the multifarious bodies lining its walls... yes, this is what it would do...

 

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Days later, what could appear as Artimec Camoryn walks about Anthos, speaking to some and yelling at others... perhaps this new disguise would work well.. perhaps not, there was but a week to perfect its guise anyhow.

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There is a sudden sound of forging metal as Wrath prepares his staves for the ball, smiling grimly. He pulls his cloak over his head, tightening his masks' straps, readying for the three day journey to Abresi.

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Ordenmarchall Thorne grunts as he puts on pants.

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Jonathan Blackwell nods, preparing some fine garments ahead of time. He then goes off to tell his uncle and cousin of the ball.

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William chuckles about how he will steal all the silverware he can while attending

Konrad proceeds to get the Blessed Stick of Separation and Beating granted to him by Ragslav in case that vile Stafy lady came to try and get close to him again. There would be no touching of elbow, or holding of arms this night, Konrad swore it.

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"Am I invited?" Silus asks.

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An Artimec totally not Artimec hears of this... Peace was what it would go here for, but how? It was then that it turned to his corners, the multiedgy antag bodies lining the walls...yes, this is what it would do.

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Days later, what would appear to be an edge Shaela walks around anthos. Sleeping with some and sodomizing others. Perhaps this new disguise would work well, perhaps not, but there was a week to sodomize them all.

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Lorethos mumbles to himself some profanity as he sits on the steps of his unfinished manor, grinding his whetstone over his sword when James arrives and informs him of the ball. He frowns. "Victory? What victory, the pointless excursion that cost us lives and wasted resources?"

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Jakob sees to it that the ships go in an out of Flotsam swiftly carrying many party supplies. He yells to his workers,

 

"Pick up pace, da! Only one elf week to Royal Crow Ball! Flotsam make appearance with Jolly Band having most beautiful of wenches around arms."

 

The Maer nods to himself as he munches on a warm biscuit

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