Wedding Invitation

[Mercury199 86]

As you walk through the streets near your home a messenger runs up to you. After exchanging a few word she hands you an envelope and then head off on his way. Inside the envelope a letter reads.

You're Invited

to the wedding of Kolyat Alfakyn and Larien Táralóm.

Join us in beautiful Haelun'or at the end of the month three hours before sunset for a truly Magical evening.

The party will be directly after the official ceremony.

(( Friday 6pm EST ))

(( Your character cannot see this unless in Haelun'or or in Ceru if you don't live there and you have not spoken to me please do not come If you have any question feel free to contact me))

[Sporadic 2844]

Who shall be leading the ceremony, Mali'aheral?

[Mercury199 86]

Who shall be leading the ceremony, Mali'aheral?

You had mentioned something about Dio, and if not him Native said he could.

[Mithradites 1168]

After recieving the letter, Lucion sits down at his study and carefully reads it. He looks up from the invitation and grumbles.

"Everyone's getting married nowadays... damn Larien and that merchant whats-his-name..."

Getting up from his seat, he takes a bottle of wine out from his desk drawer. He pours himself a large glass. He then holds the bottle out in front of himself.

"Oh, sweet wine, will you take me as your lawfully wedded husband?"

He presses his ear to bottle and his face slowly becomes angry.

"What?! You ignorant whelp! How dare you doubt my purity! My mother had no wood elves in her family whatsoever! To the nether with you. Begone!"

He roughly flings the wine bottle out his doorway. Peering out afterwards, he grows steadily pale.

"Oh. Erm. Sorry Lona. I didn't see you there..."

"Come on, now! Your dress isn't entirely ruined!"

[Sock(Morgan/Xiyan/Galdor) 11]

Galdor opens the letter with a knife reading it to himself. "Finally, it's been ages since he proposed." sets the letter down on the tabel, looks out the window and says "I suppose I can go..."

[Distuth 69]

Huh. So it wasn't an assassin after all. Unless...the poison is inside the letter itself. Distuth carefully placed the letter in his pocket. Probable assassin or not, the letter had to be read. But how? Steaming it was no guarantee of readability, and the poison that was likely in the envelope may well react to the heat. Thick gloves would do nothing to protect him if the poison was airborne. But the letter couldn't contain very much poison, even if the entire envelope was filled with it. The hidden workroom might do the trick. With the problem solved, Distuth walked back into Ceru's gates.

...

Distuth carefully affixed each end of the letter to a clamp. And Bofric thought these clamps were a waste of time. Distuth thought, restraining a chuckle. A hidden room did no good at all if you started cackling like an idiot, after all. With the letter firmly in the clamps grip, Distuth headed to his workbench, and picked up a pair of thick leather gloves. Once he had the gloves on, Distuth picked up his crude contraption. While technically a spear, it could be more accurately called a sword tied to a long stick. Reaching a reasonably safe distance, Distuth slammed his sword-spear into the letter, ripping it in half. Odd. No plumes of dust, he thought, eyeing the two halves of the envelope. must be a contact poison, then.

If a contact poison was all it was, he was safe enough here. Distuth crossed the room and picked up the letter, aligning the two halves as best he could. It didn't take all that long to read the little note. He tossed the letter into a small pouch, and sealed it in place. Suspicious. On one hand, if it was an assassination attempt, was a poorly thought out one. The letter wasn't nearly long enough for him to be at any real risk from touching it, even with his bare hands. And yet, Larien would have told him of a wedding. Probably. Well. Perhaps. She'd never been much for words. Quiet.

Distuth left his workroom, carefully sealing the door behind him. He'd ask her in person.

[JoakimVonAnka 63]

After recieving the letter, Lucion sits down at his study and carefully reads it. He looks up from the invitation and grumbles.

"Everyone's getting married nowadays... damn Larien and that merchant whats-his-name..."

Getting up from his seat, he takes a bottle of wine out from his desk drawer. He pours himself a large glass. He then holds the bottle out in front of himself.

"Oh, sweet wine, will you take me as your lawfully wedded husband?"

He presses his ear to bottle and his face slowly becomes angry.

"What?! You ignorant whelp! How dare you doubt my purity! My mother had no wood elves in her family whatsoever! To the nether with you. Begone!"

He roughly flings the wine bottle out his doorway. Peering out afterwards, he grows steadily pale.

"Oh. Erm. Sorry Lona. I didn't see you there..."

"Come on, now! Your dress isn't entirely ruined!"

((You're so weird...))

Lona reads the letter and smiles. She decides to take her daily walk around Haelun'or and upto the collage.

"Nothing unusual he... She thinks to herself before getting interrupted by the flying wine bottle. Lucion? What are you doing?!"

Lona sighs and closes her eyes before leaving.

[Aryon 679]

[Am I the only one who wants to make Distuth a GM because of that?]

[Sporadic 2844]

I have been given the honor to lead the ceremony that shall take place in the assembly hall of Haelun'or college. I hope that I can make the progression one that is sufficiently grand and befitting of the union of these two pure High Elves.

They shall be the first couple to be joined in matrimony in Haelun'or, and I hope they may be the first of many. My best wishes to the pair.

maehr'sae hiylun'ehya,

Ellir'siol

[Lynesse {Celia/Jazzy} 398]

Pardon my ignorance, but in what building shall the wedding be happening in?

-- Celia Windsworn

[Sporadic 2844]

It shall be within our blessed college

[Mercury199 86]

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[Altariel_Alfakyn 8]

((wrong forum--- please delete))

[lugarthecougar 57]

Eryndir takes off his apron and puts out the fires in his ovens. After putting away all of his cutlery he claps his hands together to get off all the flour and crumbs from cooking all day. He walks over to his door and checks his mailbox to find a little letter. Eryndir takes the butcher nice off his side and opens the letter with it. After reading over the invitation he laughs. "So that shy and quite girl is finally getting married! I will have to be there!" Eryndir then turns around and goes to his desk to begin writing to the happy couple that he will be attending their special day and if they should need a chef too let him know.

[Maximas1211 34]

(( Hey I'm sorry about this but how many more hours until it starts? ))

After receiving the letter, Altasriel leans in on his chair in his home on his elbows, chewing on a loaf of bread thoroughly while reading through the invitation quizzically, after finishing the note he smiles warmly, sighing happily, mumbling his expressions.

Wedding? Brilliant this is truly a blessed event, I'm would happily attend this.

Finishes eating , lowering his hands, gripping his plate loosely, slowly getting up as he walks over to sink, humming a cheerful tune. Placing the plate gently within the sink before opening his draw pulling out a jar of water and a glass. Filling the glass with water, he takes a sip from it while recalling his happiest memory's, smiling gratefully, shaking his head numbly and laughing bitterly.