Feast Of The Fallen

[Calise11 841]

 

A letter was left at your aviary, snug within the confines of a Norlandic Falcons foot was an invitation. Upon unscrolling such would detail the following.

The Feast Of The Fallen

   
Penned by Sissel av Freysdóttir, on the 10th of Sólsmánaðr, 224 of the Third Age

All who hold honour are summoned to attend the Feast of the Fallen. On this night, we shall raise our tankards, break bread, and share the tales of those who no longer walk among us. Their names shall not be forgotten, nor their deeds left unspoken. We shall stand united in our sorrow.

We shall celebrate—drink deep, feast well, and test our mettle in games worthy of our forebears. Let their stories be woven into the tapestry of memory—be they valiant, sorrowful, or sung in triumph. Let no grief be borne alone, for we stand as one, bound by blood, by the All-Father’s fire, and by unyielding kinship.

 

Should the Southron or outlanders seek to attend, let them do so with the utmost respect for our ways. Ours is a hall of warriors and kin, not idle tongues and loose customs.

Come forth with honour, and let the mead flow in their name

The Feast shall take place at the Golden Lyre. 

OOC:
The event will take part at
23rd of March
GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) – 10:00 PM

EST (Eastern Standard Time) – 6:00 PM

 

Edited March 19, 2025 by Calise11

[ichigomaster98 966]

Smiles the Sun's smile.

[Qaz_The_Great 1394]

"To tell the tales of those who now dwell the Allfather's Halls; what a joyous time."

Ægir remarks looking over the announcement

[Memenade 264]

Livius didn't have stories of his own to tell, but he would be looking forward to hearing all the tales.

[Weebmaster36 390]

Arvia picked up the missive, checking the aviary daily for her certificate. Blank eyes guided over the page before it was tucked away. “Listen to stories and serve patrons, hnn sounds like a normal day.” Quietly she went to sit behind the counter, silent and still.