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ERNSTBURG FEAST

 

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Issued by the Baron of Brandthof

In the year of our Lord 2052

 


 

AS WE SETTLE INTO OUR NEW LANDS, the kin and kith of Brandthof invite the Empire of Man and its allies to break bread in the halls of the newly constructed keep, Ernstburg.

 

When the guests have taken their seats, the Baron and Baroness shall offer their welcome and proclaim that a small wooden lion lies hidden inside one of the meat pies served to everyone. Whoever finds the wooden lion shall be named Chief of the Feast and granted the right to issue harmless commands, such as raising a toast, swapping seats, or anything that amuses the hall. However, if someone wishes to claim that title instead, they can call the Chief of the Feast to a small challenge of their choosing.

 

 

INVITATIONS

His Imperial Majesty, Tiberias Horen, and his Imperial Household

The Empire of Man and its vassals

His Princely Highness, Erwin Barclay, and his Princely Household

His Grace, Theodemar von Kanunsberg, and his Noble Household

His Lordship, Aerik von Wesenburg, and his Noble Household

The Reinmaren Tribe

 

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Sunday, November 2nd, 4PM EST

16, 18, -1373

 


 

WER RASTET DER ROSTET

 

HIS LORDSHIP, LUDOLF, Baron of Brandthof, Ritter of the Order of Saint Tylos, Seneschal of the Heather Court

 

HER LADYSHIP, MATHILD, Baroness of Brandthof, Hand of the Bailiff

 

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Warm rays of sunshine slipped through Mathild's lashes and cast long shadows across the apples of her cheeks. She rested her bones upon one of the chests being hauled onto the courtyard of the keep Ernstburg, and observed the proceedings. The edge of her knife scraped rhythmically on a small chunk of wood.

The keep was busy as a beehive in the late morning. Brisk footsteps, voices giving out directions, a bad joke—then, a hoarse laugh. Mathild enjoyed all of the noises of Ernstburg equally, and she felt so amused by them all in that moment that she adorned the horse's head with a lion's mane and carved two feline paws growing from its hips, snickering to herself all the while.

 

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