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Where the Valley meets the Sea

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[!] Posted throughout Urguan and many nearby nations (as well as being pushed into passerby’s faces by a particular persistent dwedki) would be this announcement, written on golden filigree with silver lettering


 

From the imposing caverns making up Kal’Darakaan to the waves beating on the edge of Tor’Sjorvath, all dwedmar and allies of The Kingdom of Urguan are invited to the eternal union of two working dwed. Blessed under the eyes of the Brathmordakin by approval of the High Prophet is this marriage of Dorimnur Goldhand, Yemekar’s Pick of Urguan, Clan Lord of the Goldhands, and Mica Grandaxe, Second Medic of the Medical Guild.

 

The ceremony will be held in the hallowed halls of the Temple, above the Clergy District.
 

Invitations go out to the following groups:

 

The Grand Kingdom of Urguan, specifically the Worker’s Guild

 

The Citizens of the Kingdom of Norland

 

The Kingdom of Haense and its inhabitants

 

Der Baer Hanza

 

The Warnation of Krugmar, specifically those of Clan Lur

 

The 8 Precepts Guild

 

The Mitzuul Grove

 

The Citizens of Talon’s Port

 

Personal invitations will be sent out directly

 

 

The reception will be held on the southern beaches of Urguan (follow the path to the ports, or take the G&G Railway Line) at Tor’Sjorvath for the joyous lifting of weights in competition, and the throwing of a ball over a net in the fashion of Dwedball. Food and ale of copious amounts will be provided, as well as exotic entertainment. 

 

Fine dress is expected, as well as fine manners. However, bring a change of clothes for the beach party for a more casual time.

 

“Remember, gift giving is a Dwarven tradition” - Jorvin Starbreaker

 

((Friday, March 19th, 5 PM EST, Beach Party at presumably 6 PM EST))

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Hums to himself as he reads over the post upon the wall just outside the Worker's Guild office, nodding to himself "About time they got married. This will be a lovely event"

 

 

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Aghuid Ireheart sat alone in his forge, the dark cave illuminated only by the heat of the forge, but no sound came from the forge for months, as if the river of metal had run dry. Aghuid struggled as he silently read the notice, not suprised too not receive an invitation and sighing “ Ah fink ahm buseh on dat day anehways”

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Rha'kir would pick up his letter, smiling as he did so. He would quickly read it through before showing the other Kha in the village and planning on a gift

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Davli Goldhand would be seen running around the streets of the various cities and towns of Almaris, any passerby's would have a copy of the invitiation pushed into their faces. "Come tae dah temple kessen'! Mah eh dah gonna Kes en dah temple! Yah shud realleeh come tae et! Ets gonnae beh suppeh duppeh cul!" The young dwedki would shout full of enthusiasm and excitement.

 

Darrindrabor would come upon a copy of the invitation which had been nailed to the message board. A proud smile, accompanied by a single ghostly tear that inmeddiately dissapeared could be seen. "Das meh lasseh a'iote" He muttered before vanishing once more into thin air.

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Aeonn would happily take up the invitation "So o'l Dorimnur is gettin hitched, well ill be sure the rest of the Eight know" laughs at how just a month ago they were bashing a naga's brains out together and now its a fancy get together. 

He then taps his chin thinking "Wonder if that suit i requested will be prepared in time?"

 

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"Mycah gehtting mayrried?" Nin cries at the news, sniffling and wiping at her eyes. "Zhi dehzerve ohnly behzt behzt dwed mayte ahnd behzt wehdding ahnd behzt lyfe." The little goblin needed to help plan this wedding. Whatever went into them...

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