The Sorcerer Shindig

[Jon Evaglno 202]

Jon coughs up the note.

"...Ambros?! Is this why there's streamers all over the library?! Such a mess after a party of this sheer size! I'll have to clean for weeks!"

[Agnub 605]

Prince Garth Horen-Hightower was eating supper at the family estate when he felt the most peculiar feeling in his throat. He stared at his plate thinking it was a pheasant bone that he had mistakenly swallowed. After a great deal of coughing, a saliva covered note appeared and he removed it from his mouth. Garth read the note and handed it to the butler whom he ordered that is schedule be cleared so he can attend the party.

 

He then returned to his supper without even a word.

[Eleatic 1033]

The odd elf makes a glass-shattering shriek  in hyperbole, staring aghast as he chokes up a bit of parchement, staring ablank at it for a few moments, wondering quiet obviously why someone would send him such a letter? He puts his hands to it, and unfurls it, staring at it with a faint smile, "Ah, a party! I'll wear my cordial mask.." He shrugs a bit, before staring to the fireplace infront of him, throwing it in, ink and all shredding into the flame, before he returns to his previous examining of a small round item, unfurling it, and putting the steel onto his fingers, shivering a bit at the cold,

"Intresting.." As he takes a bit of tea, before falling asleep a few moments later, from the boredom. Before waking a few hours later, and nods to himself in memory,

"eh, eh? i'll be there.." He says in a daze. Continuing with his afternoon nap.

[Saviordude 133]

Ol' Treehugger stares down at the pool of saliva and flem slowly soaking into into his floorboards, letting loose a small chuckle.

"Mages..."

Bending down and picking up the paper, he uncrumples it and gives it a quick shake. Scanning over the letter, he turns towards the small wooden toad wandering aimlessly on his workbench.

"Why th' feck d' yeh think invited a Druid? O' course, might 'ave just been sent t' everyone..."

Rubs his beard, lost in thought. Eventually, he throws his hands into the air

"Very well! I shall attend! Better nay expect meh t' dress up tho'. Feckin ' Druid, I am!"

He goes over to the door, grabbing his staff and straightening his hat. Opening the door, he glances up at the sky. Deciding that it is a fine day for a walk, he makes his way down the path whistling a merry tune.

((It's not a party without at least one Druid! ^.^))

[ski_king3 0]

Rose slumps down on the stone steps, an annoyed expression on her face. She'd been searching for hours, and still couldn't find him. She looks around her, hoping to see her sister, or perhaps Bran. Seeing no sight of anyone she knew, or anyone for that matter, she sighs loudly, wishing that a cure for her sister could just appear to her. At the completion of this thought, she began to produce another long, drawn-out sigh. In the midst of her excessively long sigh, she starts coughing. Shocked by the feeling of something pointy trapped in her throat, she begins to gag repeatedly, attempting to dislodge the seemingly foreign object. After what seems like several minutes, but is only a few seconds, Rose manages to cough up the note. Even more annoyed than before, she uncrumples the saliva-covered note and begins to read. By the time she is finished reading, a look of pure hope and joy lie plain on Rose's face. "Maybe here I will finally be able to find one of the clerics I seek!" After this outburst, she excitedly runs off to search for Bran.

[Sagwort 833]

The party has started!

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

A delivery of five barrels of wine, bearing the letter "H" on them are delivered by a white pony to the party. A note on one of the barrels reads,

"For the many times you have come to my aid, and for the friendship you have offered to my kinsfolk, have my first official batch of wine for your party. - Bili"

Though it is maybe not the most splendid wine, it is sweet and has the keen ability to remind one of love and home. The white pony that delivered the wine turns around, and with a swish of his tail, he makes his way down the mountain.

[Kaiser 2347]

Be happy I supplied the cakes

I added my secret ingredient of HATE AND PAIN

[Merkaken 516]

Asch blinks, at the paper, staring at it. "... I don't know if I should be excited or angry..."

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

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