An Invitation to all Female Dwed

[Lirinya 2634]

 

An Invitation to Female Dwed | ᛅᚾ ᛁᚾᚢᛁᛏᛅᛏᚬᚾ ᛏᚬ ᚠᛁᛘᛅᛚᛁ ᛏᚢᛁᛏ

 

Given that there are so few of us scattered between Urguan, Hefrumm and wherever else we may reside, to know one another proper might prove useful in certain times. 

 

As such, I extend an invitation to all of my female kin to join me for drinks and food, and banter at the Hefrumm tavern - The Sugary ***.

 

Wear your best dresses, bring your brightest smiles, and let’s put every noble lady tea-party to shame.

 

(Note: Unless you’re really against alcohol- there will be no tea. You will have to bring your own.)

 

(23rd Jan 9PM GMT/4PM EST)

[xMuted 2459]

Sigrina Ireheart is happy to attend.

[mika1278 2679]

The Silver Lubba looks over the missive "Impossible, there are more than three?!" he questioned then without answer for he is alone in the room, or so he thinks.

[SharpString 323]

Tuzic reads the posting with a smile plastered on his face "Look at ye go 'sis!... Ah gotta tell Hana.." he murmurs to himself, before walking off to find her. 

[Lirinya 2634]

1 minute ago, xMuted said:

Sigrina Ireheart is happy to attend.

Sigrina will find herself murdered.

[Korglaz the Lumberdwarf 4]

*Peeks over a wall*

[D3F4LT 607]

Thumbrindelena sister of Bruhelena Grandaxe attends

[Lirinya 2634]

[!] A missive was sent out following the first,

 

"If any male dwed have the balls to show up in dresses, by all means join in."

[UnusualBrit 2054]

Thalia Goldhand prepares to journey to the dwedess meet. 

[Terry 1859]

Ulfric would gaze towards his very dusty wardrobe of togas he received long ago from an old Irongut friend.

[Beholder 200]

"Oh hell yes."

 

Briga was always down to drink.

[Scatmanpro 120]

Bromdor would walk over to Elly. "Ef yer makeh ah dress fer meu, oi will beh t'ereh. Er 'r meh merchsnt clot'es guud enuugh? Oi dinnaeh... Anehwayeh... Bromalena es reader tuh drink soomeh boozeh!" He'd laugh.

[TreeSmoothie 4895]

19 hours ago, mika1278 said:

The Silver Lubba looks over the missive "Impossible, there are more than three?!" he questioned then without answer for he is alone in the room, or so he thinks.

 

Some deranged Councilwoman climbs out of his wall. "No, this is propaganda," she spoke, and then promptly weasels back into the drywall.