A wedding!

[Tentoa 3161]

-Bannermen are sent to the cities of the Oren empire as well as the city of Karik, posting identical notes to the message boards of the settlements before heading off, The note has a couple sketched upon it.-

This document is to announce the wedding of Count Indorill Basileus and Lady Faethurin Basileus.

The wedding shall be held in the county of HearthVale, all are invited to attend provided acceptable clothing is worn and weapons stay sheathed. Gifts are not required, but appreciated.

A feast will take place after the ceremony ale and wine shall be served to all guests with a meal of their choice. We hope to see you join us on this most joyous of occasions.

-The note goes on to state the date and time of the event.-

((The wedding shall be held on Saturday November tenth at 8:00 eastern time, The point is to have a peaceful celebration and provide casual, warm-spirited roleplay, Hope to see you there!))

[Botar 39]

* eldrean see's a notice as he walks out of the tavern, making a quick stop on his way out of asulon near oren's far borders. He stops and looks at the notice, frowns at first but then smiles * " I hope she will be happy at least... if not I'm going to kick that count's arse all over peckerwood."

[Dr. Eggnog 74]

*Once Bannerman Edward Sirfalas Wanders out of the carriage to Arethor and notices one of the notes*

"perhaps....Nah. I wouldn't be looked upon too favorably there... I left his service after all."

[Esterlen 4499]

It had been years since Velarin Basileus had contact with the rest of his family.

Ever since Lorethos and Mayethill died he had simply lost the motivation to continue. He had lived alone in a hovel near Westfall for almost a decade now.

A fate I never expected myself to succumb to. Velarin the Hermit. How Lorethos would be proud.

His incursions into the duchy of Westfall had been sparse as of late, and this was probably for the better. To the locals he was likely nothing but the peculiar swarthy man with the dark hair and heavy eyes. But he needed sustenance, as do all mortal men, and so he travelled into the town to get some bread, cheese and perhaps a wine.

Walking through the town caught him odd glances from the peasantry, but Velarin valued the attention well enough. Under his patched brown cloak he still wore the tarnished red and gold fineries of a better age - a prosperous age in which Lorethos was alive and all was good in the world. He was vaguely reminded of the grey travelling cloak that his brother Allister used to wear over his platemail armor so as to appear more common.

He reached into the pocket of his pants to get a few copper coins to pay for his commodities and found nothing. Cursing, he turned to his left.

There it was. His green eyes scanned the flier and he seethed with rage.

No, no, no. This is not to be. Indorill is nothing but a bastard. I was the heir. I was the heir. Indorill is a bastard. A bastard, nothing more. Lorethos left it all to me. To me. That lowborn scum is marrying a dark elf. A dark elf, nothing but a ***** like the rest of them and he is taking her to wife. He is not the count. I am the count. I am the rightful count, he is a bastard. He should know his place.

His rage quickly turned to despair.

This is his legacy? This is the legacy of the great Lorethos Basileus, Count of Lumonte, General of the Twilight Legion?

No, no, it shan't be.

[Sultan 3953]

Godfrey receives a invite, as he looks at the picture of the two his eyes goes wide and he feels a sense of disgust fill his stomach. He looks towards his scribe and orders him to call the Count to court for him to explain himself.

[Tayelikel 193]

Scarlet Drake looks at the message and blinks confused "FAE IS GETTING MARRED?!"

[dandan1350 479]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.