A Blessed Invitation

[Supremacy 3361]

As the sun sets upon the elven lands a single figure in white can be spotted meandering about the streets of Leumalin. Leaves rustle in the wind as he makes his way up towards the council chambers. Once he arrives he enters the council chambers. His footsteps are heard as he strides across the empty room and places a single ornate scroll upon the table. Upon further inspection it is bound together by a purple ribbon and addressed to the "Hieal'mali". In a radiant and flowing script it reads:

 

Hieal'mali,

 

The high council of Malinor is hereby invited to the blessed city of Lin'evaral whereby they may have the supreme honor of dining with the mali'aheral of Haelun'or. Events on the night shall include displays of magical potency, a tour of the eternal library and perhaps dancing. This event shall be held precisely three elven days from now.

It is worth noting that in no scenario will those other than the esteemed council of Malinor be permitted within the revered walls of Lin'evaral. Intruders shall be dealt with as the Okarir'tir deems necessary. Should those attending desire a single weapon may be kept on hand for their own peace of mind, though it shall likely serve no purpose during the evening's event. We should hope to see all eight hiealir present, the mali'ame steward may also attend.

 

Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya,

Elhieal'thilln of The Enclave of Haelun'or

 

((Time 11pm EDT/EST on Saturday, Location: Lin'evaral. It is worth noting that unless your character bumbles into the council chamber and decides to read their mail before one of them does, random people would not be aware of this unless told IC.))

[Supremacy 3361]

((Edit: EST/EDT))

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Avern'len reads the invitation twice over carefully. Squinting at the mention of magical displays, nodding as he passes over the allowance of a weapon, finally he smiles slightly as he reads who the final invitation goes to. Looking up from the scroll, he gives a small grin. Scratching his chin as he takes a moment to chuckle.

 

"This is the first time they've actually invited me to their city, rather than me simply visiting... I wonder if Lucion will be there."

[VonEbs 1224]

Ebs sees the white-clad figure making his way towards the Council Chambers, but thinks little of it, mentally filing away the occurence for use at a later date.

[Moot 1719]

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