The Official Opening of The Muse

[PufferfishTrash 75]

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Menu tasting & Games of Chance!
Where: The Muse
When: Tuesday, the 16th, 3 pm EST

 

Inaugural Alban Auction
Where: The Muse
When: Wednesday, the 17th, 3 pm EST

This is the link to fill out the form if you want to sign up for the auction! Feel free to msg me on discord @pufferfishtrash

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfz1lSZyuPIBIomiRQ-73j2zUFJt28maPpXGm3ZkkO3NPWYJA/viewform?usp=publish-editor

 

The Frostfell Masquerade
Where: Chateau Constantia
When: Saturday, the 20th, 3 pm EST

 

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[Starfelt 1437]

Sébastien Jean-Chastel received word of the rising new social club by way of a flyer carried by a courier dove. The small bird soaring high as it clutched the missive, carried on the wind upwards to the mountainous keep overlooking the Imperial City of Rittersburg , the Krak des Châtaigne. The young page sat within the small outdoor courtyard, his amber boyish gaze cast upon the bust statue of Lothar The Leper as he read from a book detailing the Lothringian histories. Beside him a volume on the Lothringian Code lay open on the stone bench on which he sat. 

 

The bird plunged into the courtyard, then snapped its wings wide to slow its dive. The white pigeon dropped the flyer by the boy's feet before it darted upwards again, sailing from the keep, out into the vast god-touched landscape. Sébastien bent to retrieve the letter and unfurled it slowly within his grasp, a soft smile growing over his features as he scanned over the upcoming events for the social club. "Impressive.." he uttered as his eyes continued to glide down the parchment. 

 

When he finished reading, he rose to his feet and collected his books within his grasp, before making his way through the immaculate halls of the keep, where portraits of knights from ages past lined the walls. The boy's eyes glanced at them with quiet reverence one might reserve for honored guests. Sébastien made his way to his bunk within the barracks, opening the wooden trunk that held his belongings, pulling free a small intricately etched wooden box which was filled with fresh parchment, a cork sealed inkwell, and a small battered hawk feather, with a silver quill-tip. Settling into his bunk, he began to write..
 

"Dear Lady Devereux, I hope this missive finds you in good health. 

I Sébastien Jean-Chastel - write to offer my congratulations on the official opening of the Muse! I am sure you are most excited- for I recall we spoke of such an establishment at the ball in Alba, last we met. I look forward to what the future holds for you and this social club, as I've no doubt in due time all the bards and poets will be in fisticuffs over who has the honor of performing at your events. It shall be a great pleasure to soon raise a glass beneath your new banners. A toast awaits you Lady Devereux, and if I am so fortunate perhaps a dance at the upcoming Frostfell Masquerade. With fondest regards"
- Sébastien Jean-Chastel
Page of Squire, Lord Hughes d’Amaury

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Having plenty of time in reading over the letter, she had sat herself down near a fire pit in the capital of the empire, idly speaking to Sir Bryden at the time, a family friend of the Devereux. It had been on her mind, though she was most terrible with writing letters to people in reply, especially to people she didn't know well. As she took out a piece of paper and began to scribble a draft of a letter in response, Sebastien had approached, and they spoke, and then the incident happened of his foot being shot with a crossbow bolt. A few weeks had past and the like, and she had spoken with him a bit more and considered him a friend at least by this point, and so she finally sent her reply after much thought of thinking.

 

"Dear Sebastien Jean-Chastel, I hope that this missive finds you in better health.

Upon your request, despite our previous conversation, I am writing to you in turn. I thank you dearly for such congratulations on the official opening of my establishment, for it has been something I've been working on for a long time. I wish that my future is full, and with many joyful moments and plenty of friends to share in my success, as I hope the same for you and anyone whom I call a friend. This started as a passion project by my Lady-Mother, as told to me by my brother when he handed me the keys. It has been a long time coming, and I'd be more than happy to see you there along with my other friends. I look forward to their smiles and similar toasts. As for dancing, we shall see, as I am the one to be hosting that day."

Sincerely,

      Vivienne Beatrice Devereux

The letter was stamped with a light green waxy seal of a goose in its design, surrounded by grape vines.