Woodland Revel

[Kabaffahp 566]

 

House Halcourt d’Artois graciously invites all within our Empire to partake in an evening of laughter and fellowship beneath the open sky, a break from the bustle of the social season.

 

Embracing proud Campanois traditions, we hold dear the bond between man and nature, cherishing the gifts it bestows upon our lives. And as Auvergnat we believe in savoring life’s fleeting joys and celebrating its abundant blessings.

With our culture in mind we welcome all to join us in a clearing just beyond Alba for a night of merriment, music and natural beauty.

Festivities shall include:

⚜ A feast fit for kings, featuring the finest Auvergnian fares

⚜ Dancing about the bonfire, as music and laughter echo between the trees.

⚜ Games and light hearted contest for all ages

As the night wanes, The hosts shall crown a King and Queen of the Woodlands, those who most embody the free and untamed spirit of the wild.

 

Guests are warmly encouraged to don masks covering at least half the face, and to wear garments in the hues of the natural world, leafy green, earthly browns or blues that mimic our sky.

 

Spoiler

 OOC:

When: Tuesday 08/19 5pm EST

Where: Outside of Alba near the ruins

Coords: 2302 / 28 / -61

 

Signed,

Olivier Lucien Halcourt d’Artois

 

[Chorale__ 2147]

The Baron of Artois Charles of Montresor laced his fingers together and nodded approvingly at his son Olivier’s plans— particularly impressed with his inclusion of the family’s culture. “See to it a basket of fruits is sent up to the growing Lord’s study in the morning before sunrise. A reward for his diligent work!” he proudly tutted to a nearby serviteur of the household. 

[Digit___ 1226]

Ser Aviel would read the missive as the local courier passed through the frontier county of Stirland. Seeing that it would be an evening under the stars and outside, he would begin to make plans on what he would wear.

As the Helfgott rummaged through his bedside trunk, he would find the garb that had been once to big for him that was passed down by his elders when he was a child. “Perfect.” The Knight simply said to himself.