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The Luci’lin Celebration
One Year of Luci’lin Celia’sul

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Published Seventh of Malin’s Welcome, 194 S.A.

 

“Almost one elven year ago, we Vintners set the cornerstones for the restorations of Celia’nor. Those of the winery thus invite all of Celia’nor and its allies to join them in their celebrations in the halls of Luci’lin. We will drink, dance and celebrate not only Luci’lin, but the restoration of Celia’nor as a whole!”

 

 - Llora Soltée

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Itinerary★ 

First; The Drinking Contest 

[FRIDAY 23rd, 3 PM EST]

 

No efforts shall be spared upon the first elven day of the celebration. Many drinks shall be handed out in celebration; wine, cider, liquors, champagne and many more. In addition, a 100-MINA PRIZE shall be given out to the winner of the drinking contest.

 

Second; The Wedding of Raziel & Elora 

[SATURDAY 24th, 2 PM EST]


Within the Halls of the Amethil Talonnii, Ember shall officiate the wedding of the Lord of Luci’lin, Raziel Amethil, and his bride Elora Soltée. All those of Celia’nor and abroad are invited, especially those of Amethil and Soltée blood.

 

Third; The Starlight Ball 

[SATURDAY 24th, 3 PM EST]

 

As a grand finale of the celebration, a ball shall be held to remember the foundation of Luci’lin Celia’sul, the Starlight Winery. To remember its central role in the restoration of Celia’nor, the visitors are asked to don colors of red, black, purple, yellow, and blue. Another 100-MINA PRIZE shall be given to the couple who performs best during the dance.

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AY’PUERAN;

Lord Raziel Amethil,

Laurir ito Luci’lin Celia’sul, Vintner-Captain, Patriarch of the Amethil Talonnii

 

Elora Soltée

 

Llora Soltée,

Matriarch of the Soltée Talonnii

 

 

 

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Ember looked upon the missive, as she sat in the tea house carpet floor. The elf, seemingly smiled, sent the letter to Amber through an automaton messenger.

 

"I wonder if she would like to attend this..."

 

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Rína's gaze fell upon the missive as she stared at it, "Raziel is marrying? And he said he had enough after the first two wives died!" She spoke cynically.

 

Aeth scanned the missive with a growing smile upon their scarred features. "I hope those two will get along...women can be quite a handful"

2 minutes ago, TeawithFrisket said:

Ember looked upon the missive, as she sat in the tea house carpet floor. The elf, seemingly smiled, sent the letter to Amber through an automaton messenger.

 

"I wonder if she would like to attend this..."

Amber muffled another yawn with her hand, as she began to read the missive that her mother had sent her. "Maybe I will watch..." Soon the paper would found itself used as a pillow, a comfortable rest for the teens head.

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"Another drinking contest? Free minas!" Said Uriella. "I can ne believe this man found someone hopefully permanent this time! Hope it works out, as for the dance, ne I can ne dance." She murmured to herself

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Llora read the missive with a smile as she was sewing Elora's wedding gown, "Now we'll be really a big family" she huffed a smile as she was sewing the threads on the silver silk. Outside the Soltée house rested plenty of owl kinds, and new ones safely landed resting on the roof.

 

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Althaea reads the missive with a small widening smile as she had an idea on who could accompany her to this all. As she set to work on finding something to gift as a wedding present.

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Ciradyl, sitting at her vanity, read the missive, her interest piqued. "I knew it!" A snicker escaped from the Akaln'riv's mouth as she shifted her gaze back towards her vanity for a moment, opening it up and picking up a makeup brush. "CYLIA! CYLITHRA! VE ARE GOING TO DO ACTIVITIES, GET YOUR BOTTLES!" she screamed across the house, loud enough for nearly all of Celia'nor to hear.

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Elora sat upon the bench within the Winery, letting the fresh breeze of Sun's Smile hit her face. A soft hum escaping her as she read through the missive intently. Her smile only widening as she read through the second part. "Ah, this does put a smile on my face! Finally, a great celebration!" The mali then stood up, wondering when her dress would be finished and ready for her to try!

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“Another wedding?” Questioned Valindra with a quiet sigh, a hand raising to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Do they not know that elven weddings have a nasty habit of ending in messy divorce?”

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A distant friend read over the missive with a faint smile, she rolled up the parchment and tapped it thoughtfully against the arm of the old chair.

"So much for romance being a waste of time, Old Man." She scoffed. 

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Sul'irrin receives the missive, though it takes him a time to read it, sitting up on a cliffs edge, sun bearing down and the ocean roaring below "Perhaps it's time to head back"

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Aywinn Ibarellan glanced down at the missive, eyes widening slightly as she realized it's almost been an elven year! Glancing at the dates she sighed, figuring out she couldn't make it.

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read the missive with enthusiasm in her eyes "Time to get the ballgowns out! The Lensul'ems are on their way."

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"It seems he has a thing for breezing through wives." The crimson elf scorned as the missive somehow came into his possession. He walked the night streets and left the parchment on some tavern table as he cruised by. "What is this? 3? 4? Should've learned his lesson after the first."

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From afar within the comforting office of the Celia'diraar offices, the Cerusil can only watches the celebration preparation being done right outside of his window. He sighs as he slowly raised his stolen bottle of Amethil wine from upon. The Cerusil quietly toast to the hardworking vinterfolks before taking a generous sip.

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