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The Union of Sun & Moon

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Margot de Rouen threw open the doors of her wardrobe, sifting through her many dresses to find one to celebrate the approaching Alstion nuptials.

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"Why would you commit yourself to an incestuous marriage willingly?" ponders Parzifal.

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"I must find a gift fit for Prince Edward... Da..!" The d'Arkent boy said to himself as he read over the invitation delivered to his estate.

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The couturier's door practically flew off its hinges as Mary Aldersberg flew in, shouting hysterically. "Oh, Missus Campoli!" she cried, throwing herself onto the buxom illatian, "Oh! How terrible this is!" Mary cried once more. Mrs. Campoli beckoned a worker to fetch the youngest Aldersberg some water. Just as Mrs. Campoli opened her lips to question Mary, she bawled: "I have no dress for the Prince and Princess' wedding! Oh, woe is me! Woe is me!"

 

Mrs. Campoli groaned, and the two set off to make a most exquisite dress for the occasion. 

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Charles Phillip was nestled in his chambers at Castle Montresor as a handmaiden drew back the curtains and plopped the announcement in front of him, “From the Crown, my Lord!” they announced and clasped hands together excitedly. The young Baron of Artois responded by hissing briefly at the sun which had enveloped the room, rubbing at his eyes and taking lean over his bedside to read the missive. “Bien times! Do post this somewhere up front so the other Halcourt’s know of our invitation.” he spoke, and the handmaiden quickly dismissed themselves. 

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Norido would stumble across the missive flying through the wind as he processed his mining duties near the remains of Whitespire, he'd grab it out of the air, unfolding it, to read it's contents gently; as he read through, a grin crept across his face, obscured by his black bandanna, he'd comment briefly, in a more sinister tone "Heh- heh- I sense a special opportunity.", after which, he'd pocket the missive, continuing with his typical tasks

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