The Malinorian Masquerade!

[Wyvernbane 252]

*A elegant white bird with a golden collar redelivers the invitation to all people but orcs*

 Hello men and women of Anthos!

I have realized many have mistaken me for a rebel and have recrowned Titania! Well no that is not true. I am using the site out her crowning as a place for a simple Masquerade! Please understand we are simply having a ball to celebrate the recent success of the Conclave! The ball will be held in 9 elven days ((Saturday 15, 3:00PM EST)) I hope this resent letter clears up some of the suspicion and I hope all people will have fun! Make sure to wear your costumes! 

Signed,

The Melda' Kemi Construction Team 

((Edited 9:56PM EST 3/6/14))

[Lark 2227]

Salazar blinks and shakes his head, "Mali cling to the past far too hard."

[Wyvernbane 252]

 

Salazar blinks and shakes his head, "Mali cling to the past far too hard."

 

*Flo'rean the reply and shakes his head*

"Men, this is to show that the elves are still a strong race."

[Evilbanana5757 154]

The Bird Druid sighs. "We have two 'malinor's' already... the conclave, and Lenniel... who said we needed another...?"

[Rig 17590]

Myth frowns. "More Usurpers."

[Wyvernbane 252]

The Bird Druid sighs. "We have two 'malinor's' already... the conclave, and Lenniel... who said we needed another...?"

*Flo'rean reads the reply and sighs deeply*

"The Land of the Elves is fit to hold another city, and it is not a Malinor."

[Wyvernbane 252]

*Flo'rean reads all the replies, sighing*

"The ball is to have fun! The point is not to criticize the elves!"

[Watyll 1104]

Brutalus whistles as he sharpens his broadsword.

"Nope, not even one more time."

[Hanrahan 2983]

Arnorian grumbles.

 

"I remember Titania's first Coronation.. I stabbed two would be Assassins, the scourge invaded, and killed almost everyone.."

 

"Let's not repeat that in any way."

[Luxury 1085]

*Eliza would note that guests should dress lavishly*

*Bright colors and ornate masks and junk*

[Wyvernbane 252]

 

Arnorian grumbles.

 

"I remember Titania's first Coronation.. I stabbed two would be Assassins, the scourge invaded, and killed almost everyone.."

 

"Let's not repeat that in any way."

 

*Flo'rean frowns as he reads this one*

"If this would happen, guards are waiting by, hopefully the Scrouge does not have the mind to do so. Sir remember come for fun."

[- Pastry 931]

Captain Griff merely laughs at the invitation. His laugh persists, expelling the last breath from his little lungs. Within a few moments tears of laughter and slight pain swell in his eyes and he gasps for air. After composing himself, he straightens his back and regains his posture. To nobody in particular, he giggles a few choice words.

 

"No masquerade ball has ended nonviolently, to my knowledge. Let's see if this one fares any better."

 

Regardless, he pockets the invitation, smiling broadly.

[Crayfishchris 751]

Kristian looks at the notices, and immediately goes to the grindstone. Time to sharpen his sword for that inevitable slaughterfest that comes during a ball. Or party. Or wedding. Or really, any public festive event in Anthos.

 

Passing by Griff, he gives a happy whistle.

 

"Five minas says they last an hour."

[- Pastry 931]

"You're on, Kris. Fifteen minas say they don't make it ten Elven minutes." 

 

The Captain grins wickedly, raising an eyebrow as he places his bet. As he does so, he folds his arms and gives his voice an exasperated, though somehow still slightly sarcastic, tone. 

 

"Sooner or later they're going to have to stop calling them 'red' events and just assume there's going to be bloodshed. Either way, you've got yourself a wager."

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Blinks a few times at the letter, tilting his head to the side.

 

"Are we celebrating the raiding parties at the Conclaves gates? Or perhaps the recent flooding of their city? So much to be thankful for, so let's throw a ball!" he says with a sarcastic roll of the eyes.