The Knight And The Dragoness

[Raptorious 1899]

Various squires run around the Empire, amongst all it’s provinces, delivering letters, all sealed with blue wax seal of House Varodyr, the falcon emblazoned in it’s centre. Beside the blue seal is another purple seal, the House Horen dragon clearly visible on it.

 

The following letter has been personally delivered to each and every one on the following list and no one else.

 

Lord Martial Solatius

Herun of the Golden Lance

Emperor Tuvya

Lord Eamon Blackwell

Konig Voron Rovin

Lord Olivier de Savoie

Lord Edmund Horen

Lord Symon Stafyr

Knights of the Red Dragon

Adeon of Rhoswen

The Privy Council of Oren

Kalameet the Magister

 

Upon the letter it reads

 

Dear Illustrious & Honoured guest,

 

You are hereby invited to the joining of the Houses Varodyr and Horen by the wedding between Noble Ser Maric and Lady Ayana. To those who receive this invitation you are cordially invited to attend both the Ceremony that binds these two individuals in the eyes of the Maker and that of the reception, that is to be of traditional heartland festivities that includes feasting, drinking and dancing.

 

The Ceremony will take place in an as of yet undisclosed location, officiated by His Holiness the High Pontiff Daniel I. After the bride and groom leave, the festivities may continue until the sun rises or the last man leaves. The Knights of Oren will be present for the protection of all.

 

Your presence, and that of your entourage, at this ceremony would be an honour and will be most appreciated by the couple. They hope to see you on the day of the event.

 

Signed

Noble Ser Maric II Varodyr

Lady Ayana Horen

Lord Edmund Horen

 

In the envelope, is a series of directions and a map to the secluded wedding area.

 

((Wedding will be Sunday at roughly 9-11pm GMT 0, about 4-6pm EST, Monday 8-10am Aussie times. Subject to slight change, but that is more or less the set time. Essentially about 30mins-1hr after the battle))

 

[Mouse 324]

Ayana Horen, The Storm Dragon, watches as the last of the invitations are sent to their guests. She links her hands in anticipation, glancing across to the fine dress that lays neatly on a dressing table. It was a beautiful gown, coloured white. Simple, and beautiful. Her heart raced in excitement for her special day.

[problematic z 477]

Adeon opens up the letter, reading over it briefly.

 

 

"Bloody hell." he mutters, tossing the letter into the fire, "I'll be there in spirit."

[Avacyn 1712]

A squire makes his way to the open forests and valley of the newly-established Junavos. The sound of hammers striking steel rings through the air, the thick sent of freshly-hewn pine strong on the wind. A few voices are carried over the hills, singing a work song in a seemingly-foreign language.

 

Duke Martial of Owynswood, his birthplace, watches the workers he has gathered erect a keep. He holds the blueprints in his hand, checking them occasionally to make sure everything is in order- and it is. He turns his head to the squire.

"Thank you." taking the missive, he opens it, and reads it over, nodding. "As I expected." he murmurs, stowing it away. "It will be a momentous occasion for the Heartland."

[Porko 397]

Evios hears word of the upcoming wedding from his lord and smiles. "Good for everyone, ain't it?"

[osumanduas 1442]

Stanimir Vladovic catches word of the wedding, while he hung around in Petrus. He would then begin scribbling out fake invitations for his nephew Franz, as well as the other men and women of Vladovic.

 

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

Ilaustius Horen frowns as his family excludes him once more, dulling the pain by disembowelling a cultist or two and lobbing their heads off and into a river "I want to be apart of the circlejerk too.."

[Flaying 26]

Pertinax states out loud "What is this foolery? This is a mocking of House Horen" as he comes to hear of the news. "We are Dragons, we shouldn't be marrying peasants!" He then begins to walk off disgusted and angered.

[nordicg_d 1847]

Big Ruff slams his fist on his desk after hearing word of the wedding. "This is a true dishonour to House Horen!" He frowns as he takes a gulp of his ale.

[Paint 51]

Harold de Silvarois would be one of the many squires running around the lands delivering the letters to the various lords and noblemen. He'd carefully ensure the two seals remained unbroken until he was sure it was the proper person receiving the letter; after finishing he returns to the keep on horseback, wiping sweat from his brow. 

[Mouse 324]

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