A Plan For A Party

[Mithradites 1168]

The tea-house of Tahn'siol was bustling with the chattering and gossiping Mali'aheral. Today was an auspicious day, after all, as it was pronounced that Lucion Sullas had won the election. His supporters were relatively pleased, and thus there was an excuse for a small gathering. 

 

Sitting at a table with a number of his associates around him, Lucion scratches his chin slowly and leans back in his wooden chair. 

 

"It seems rather odd that I, now the leader of the only known elven political entity, has no official celebration for this day. One feels like he should indulge himself, should he not...?"

 

Quickly, his associates began to chatter their approval and disapproval of the idea. Which Lucion dismissed away with an airy hand-gesture.

 

"I am Sohaer, and I think it best that we have a celebration. The retreat of the Uruk, the alliance with the Valah, the end of the Conclave, all seem to be too fortunate to do otherwise."

 

Looking at Kalenz, Lucion scowled briefly, before speaking to him in his stern monotone.

 

"Go and fetch some of those Valah Lauriran who signed the Concordat with us. Perhaps some of those Bortu fellows as well. Oh yes. And elves. Invite some of their more agreeable fellows. Elorna tends to be pleasant at gatherings, I hear."

 

"And someone prepare food, seating and entertainment."

 

The high elves around him began to grumble at the prospect of having to work, but slowly put down their tea and ambled out of the building.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"Can I come, or does Kalenz still hate me?"

 

~Artimec

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz enquired coldly "Do I look like your personal minion or the Okarir'tir?"

 

The high elf swiftly stood before stating plainly "I shall complete this task this one, if only because some form of ball would entertain me— Should you wish for someone to serve your every party-whim, I suggest you find a new Tilruir for the job".

 

(Meanwhile, Kalenz ponders how Artimec heard a conversation in the inn within Haelun'or).

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Artimec can't be expected to read every detail of a forum post when the person playing him is severely sleep deprived and should probably be in bed instead of being in the process of typing this out.

[Sporadic 2844]

Ellir puts her fingers to her temples and squints very hard as she tries to join in on a telepathic three-way communication.

[Stag 3231]

Iatrilemar does a small twirl, the tail of his coat swinging around with him "We are going to have a ball! Shall we have the mali'ker excavate a ballroom? Oh how glorious! This will be a wonderous time to try out some new tea I have been planning! A suit! I need a new suit... Mmm perhaps not. Maybe one without a shirt- hmmm maybe not... Oh! I wonder what Ari- " Iatrilemar falls silent, his expression numb and his visage turned cold. He slowly walks away.

[Proddy 2415]

"Let's crash it" says Oren

[Raptorious 1899]

"Let's crash it" says Oren

 

"Don't be dum" says man

[Proddy 2415]

"Don't be dum" says man

 

"Oh come on Raptor don't be a puss" replies Oren

[monkeypoacher 8055]

"Let's crash it" says Oren

 

"Da" -says other Oren

[Mithradites 1168]

"Da" -says other Oren

"No peasants." Says High Elf.

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

"No peasants." Says High Elf.

"Wut ehboot Raplur Jesus" said Raplur Jesus

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien simply sighs.

 

She stays in her unfinished library.

 

"Feck y'all."

[dank 413]

Lelien simply sighs.

 

She stays in her unfinished library.

 

"Feck y'all."

"Go back to making love with Caln McHarnish." Says man.

[Geo 1415]

(("Please keep it IC" says Scottish))