A Jortian Delight

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𝒜 𝒥𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

Issued by the Jortian Directorate of Truthful and Unlocked Historical Events

 

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The Jortians Feast in Celebration

 

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Before any other formality, is it of utmost importance to personally thank all guests and patrons who attended this event. Many great Kings, Emperors, Rexes and Nobles came from every corner of the realm to witness this wonderful event, and we thank them and all other patrons for their well met assistance.

 

Longing for the feast, though, we invite all these patrons to return at any time they so wish. The Dunes will be unlocked always for those who assisted, and the man beyond the pond will hear their prayers intently whenever visiting the Nuns.

 

Only those with the Right Ears at the feast could hear the man beyond the pond, who informed them of the great patronage they witnessed and the mission they had endeavored to arrive in such a place. To quote the King of; “It was a wonderful experience”.

 

Obvious are the warnings of those who told them, as they have spent more time away than anyone else. The personal record is Ten (10, X, IIIIIIIIII) minutes spent away by the one with the Right Ears (A small mouse, rodent, or rat, or other), closely followed by Eight (8, VIII, IIIIIIII) from Rick.

 

Do never forget to obtain the Right Ears from those who have spent more time there than you, as they are much wiser than you can ever imagine. Though their locks are no more and they will wander this earth, finding them should not be of difficulty, as they march with blind eyes and high chins towards the ponds of allrealm.

 

ArchJortian Sur Bipip Bopoli, Forever Jortini, Defender of all Jortinia, Minister of Truth and Unlocked Events

 

Spoiler

Thanks to All who could come! Really fun Event.

Don’t forget To come RP at Jortinia Every time.

All the time! Thank You.

 

[Wet_Roaches 81]

Brancho stroked at his newly grown beard which took him two whole minutes to grow, looking upon the oil covered note with joy in his rapidly aging heart. He sat down at the nearly broken chair of his mighty fine dining table and prepared to eat Jubstinian eggs that were gifted to him during the wonderous occasion of the Josalian Feast. As he began to devour the eggs as if they were the only form of sustenance he's ever had, he thought to himself about revisiting the beautiful lands of Jusstima. 

[Viraj Dobrial 321]

Synthodialectic Itineratan of the Dieters Peterschmidt d'IlDagolos smirks keenly overlooking the well-penned note of admiration for his obscenely "kind" gesture of congressional aid for the matters once at hand, now but a side product to his mandlebroactic mind's activities. He'd ruffle his petticoat knick-knack collar clasps once, before laying  his head down a moment upon his desk lasting no more than a fortnight. Taking up his pen to scribble about a return note to thank the ArchJortian, he noticed the needle at his candleflame had grown red hot; of the utmost importance for the coming festivities. Taking it, he'd plunge it through the cartilage lobe of his ear, before quickly snapping through it a ring with two worn ends, of which he heated together. Inscribed upon the wring in barely legible writing was the phrase "GOGORATU HAIEK", a symbology of the night had - and those to come...