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Across the city of Haelun’or, notices may be found, depicting of an event yet to come. If one were to read it closely, their curiosity would be sated with the following:


“Greetings Mali’aheral, and or esteemed guest,


The days of the tribulations of our people have been long and many. Therefore as our blessed city progresses towards completion, we must not forget our traditions and way of life. For without our traditions, we are merely pale Mali’ame.


In celebration of this continued progress, a ball shall be held on the south side of the city. All Mali’aheral (and invited guests) are requested to attend such, and will be held in approximately two Elven days.

We wait in anticipations for this wondrous day to come,

maehr'sae hiylun'ehya.”

 

The Silver Enclave of Haelun’or had also sent out specific invitations, which would be addressed to:


Olivier de Savoie

Jan de Savoie

Dwyn Signus
Thomas Delaney

Dak’ir Des’nox and his accompanied entourage

Adeon of the Marked Men and his accompanied entourage
Brandt of Kal'Kaarad and his entourage

If an entourage wasn’t permitted, do not bother bringing one. They will be shot at the gates, or you will not be permitted entrance.


((The ball will be held Saturday,  8:30 EST))

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"Hurhur, mi gruk latz forgut tew ahd mi, zilleh." Shreck'Dom says, confused.

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If an entourage wasn’t permitted, do not bother bringing one. They will be shot at the gates, or you will not be permitted entrance.

 

 

"I've honestly never seen a party invitation that also included a death threat on the same page." Art muses, before tossing the paper away and letting it float off in the wind.

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"I've honestly never seen a party invitation that also included a death threat on the same page." Art muses, before tossing the paper away and letting it float off in the wind.

"How dare you litter you brown motherfucker." says snickers

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Brandt finds Art's bleeding body in the woods, a 9x9 grid and numbers bloodily carved into his chest with a sword. He leans down, checks for a pulse and for breathing, then pulls out his knife and corrects a mistake on the grid before the monks arrive.

 

Brandt picks up the scrunched up invitation off the floor, unscrawls it and scrawls on it in dark ink "Why was ah not invited?", folds it into a paper plane and throws it over the city wall.

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Kalameet lifts a bloodied partchment, his invitation no less. He gasps softly

"W-who done it?"

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Lilliana sends a note to Kalameet. "I have been providing food from my farm to the cihi. Is there anything special you would like brought for the ball? I will not join unless invited, I wish to bring it so you have good and healthy food for your gathering."

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Art realizes he indeed did just litter and proceeds to commit sudoku for the shame he's brought to his people.

 

Leithlan watches Art doing sudoku and peers over his shoulder, "What'cha...what'cha doin' there? Doin' a puzzle?"

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".. But I dont- That's not my last name" Dwyn sighs ".. if they start calling me Mister Sigjus again I'll just walk out"

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Leithlan watches Art doing sudoku and peers over his shoulder, "What'cha...what'cha doin' there? Doin' a puzzle?"

Art continues carving numbers into his chest and counts the rows and columns.

"9....9...9...8. DAMMIT."

He then begins gruesomely correcting his mistake.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH"

((I hope everyone realizes this is for the luls, on the off chance someone takes it seriously lol))

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Dak'ir mulls over the thought for a few moments, setting the invitation down as he pumps the bellows of his forge. A pile of pick axes and shovels beginning to form in the corner. 

 

"Perhaps..."

 

He mumbles to himself before returning to his work, glancing at the pile behind him.

 

"May have more important things to do first though."

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Resmira's eyes scan the letter before a smile crosses her lips, 

 

"A party? I must begin writing a toast..."

 

Swirling ink dots the top of her page: 'I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.'

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Kryllaal growls angrily after hearing about the party, not recieving an invite of his own. He grunts at any nearby High Elves, "Why am mi nub eynveytuhd? Mi wuhnt parteh tu."

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