The Haelun'or Gazette - Vol. XVI

[Beri 131]

 

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[Lumipire 110]

Adorellan An'asul at last found a moment of peace after the burdens of a very long day. He reclined upon his accubitum, the Haelun'or Gazette in one hand and two bottles of Visaj red in the other, ready to enjoy the rare luxury of silence. His eyes drifted across the pages until, to his satisfaction, he found his own name upon it. Nodding followed promptly, for the gazette had indeed spoken to him in flattering terms. 

Then his eyes reached the end of the passage.

 

He stopped.

 

He blinked. 

 

He leaned closer.

 

Blinking again, this time with the grave horror of an elf witnessing good wine being wasted. 

 

"I must be dreaming. Who put my name there?" He roared, for at last he understood that his name was written beneath the forsaken Bachelorette section of the journal. "ATLYN" He called out to his Tilruir'sil. "I believe it is time- " The Okarir'sil declared, rising with fury. " -that we pay a visit to this Gazette. Gather a force. We shall raid the printing room and uncover the villain behind this scandal." A pause, looking down at the Gazette again.

 

"And bring my wine, this is an emergency!" 

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

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i weep. no gazette

 

[GMRO 6186]

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this is beautiful!

 

[Atlas Got Cubed 49]

12 hours ago, Lumipire said:

Adorellan An'asul at last found a moment of peace after the burdens of a very long day. He reclined upon his accubitum, the Haelun'or Gazette in one hand and two bottles of Visaj red in the other, ready to enjoy the rare luxury of silence. His eyes drifted across the pages until, to his satisfaction, he found his own name upon it. Nodding followed promptly, for the gazette had indeed spoken to him in flattering terms. 

Then his eyes reached the end of the passage.

 

He stopped.

 

He blinked. 

 

He leaned closer.

 

Blinking again, this time with the grave horror of an elf witnessing good wine being wasted. 

 

"I must be dreaming. Who put my name there?" He roared, for at last he understood that his name was written beneath the forsaken Bachelorette section of the journal. "ATLYN" He called out to his Tilruir'sil. "I believe it is time- " The Okarir'sil declared, rising with fury. " -that we pay a visit to this Gazette. Gather a force. We shall raid the printing room and uncover the villain behind this scandal." A pause, looking down at the Gazette again.

 

"And bring my wine, this is an emergency!" 

 

The pattering of armoured feet sounded down the stairs of the An’asul home, as Atlyn emerged from her study with a third bottle of Visaj Red in hand for her guardian.

She wondered for a brief moment, after reading the latest edition of the paper, why Adorellan was so enraged with the section dedicated to the Darkspawn Watch. It was, after all, a brilliant suggestion that she had written to the Gazette.

The few traces of colour in the elfess’ cheeks drained from her face after she realised that it was the other article she had asked the publishers to feature, that drew her guardian’s ire.

“I shall rally elSillumiran at once, Okarir’sil.” The Tilruir’s response came quietly with a single twitch of her ear, while her eyes were fixed upon the portrait of the flower-crowned elf. “We shall find the culprit who dared besmirch nae’leh honour.”

Her pale gaze lifted from the paper to lay upon Adorellan, a cunning gleam present in her eyes.

 “Did nae like the section advertising the Darkspawn Watch, though?”

[Yuln 264]

In an newly funished house, a manor really, but we shall call it a house there is a room, a lounge. A lounge tastefully furnished with a sunken seating area with yellow pillows of a variety of rich patterns and fabrics. In said seating area sits, nay lounges, for that is what one does in a lounge, a red-haired elf in a dark blue dress of fashionable cut, shoulders exposed. She is enjoying a cup of tea and reading the Gazette.
She finishes the article about the dwarf's passing and takes a sip. Her attention falls upon another article pertaining to... her.
Her eyes grow increasingly wide in astonishment as she reads the short entry.
She chuckles and shakes her head. "I wonder who..."

[MrSyth 636]

8 hours ago, Yuln said:

In an newly funished house, a manor really, but we shall call it a house there is a room, a lounge. A lounge tastefully furnished with a sunken seating area with yellow pillows of a variety of rich patterns and fabrics. In said seating area sits, nay lounges, for that is what one does in a lounge, a red-haired elf in a dark blue dress of fashionable cut, shoulders exposed. She is enjoying a cup of tea and reading the Gazette.
She finishes the article about the dwarf's passing and takes a sip. Her attention falls upon another article pertaining to... her.
Her eyes grow increasingly wide in astonishment as she reads the short entry.
She chuckles and shakes her head. "I wonder who..."

Within said house, in a comfortable chair just outside said lounge, sits a certain quite old, quite bearded former maheral, now retiree, sipping from a chalice. The Gazette resting in his lap, a reasonably sized python curled up at his feet, he responds. "Wasn't me."