Poetry Gala ((Cancelled, Sorry!))

[kuroi13 67]

((Cancelling the event for now. Sorry for the inconvenience. I'll try to host it again at a later date, thanks to those who were interested.))

 

A carefully scripted bit of parchment adorns various notice boards across Malinor and Oren.

There's enough scattered about that if a few were ripped down they wouldn't be missed. 

 

All the posters have been mysteriously ripped down.

 

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Time: Cancelled

Location: ---

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Clavonita smiles fondly as she reads the flyer.

 

"Oh, this will be fantastic! I bet Art would like to come along..."

[Major Tom 139]

On one of Posco Bramble's very rare visits to Malinor, he happens to notice the elegant parchment. After quickly skimming over the poster, he mumbles to himself.

"I ain' 'alf bad a' wri'in' a naugh'y limerick meself!"

After a short nod he rips the poster from it's notice board, then crumbles it up and stuffs it into his waist coat pocket. Far too excited for the event to realize that he doesn't have a clue where "Lin'evaral" is.

[Jman 1]

James spies one of the posters, and looks it over.

"Fine dinner indeed..."

[V0idsoldier 1139]

Muse let his eyes sweep the piece of parchment before him. He had recently returned to his home city, and felt the warm embrace the Elven forest seemed to give him. A smile crossed his lips. A poetry Gala. 

 

Organization was never his thing. He had always preferred spontaneity, events that happened on the flip of a mina, but this truly peaked his interest. He shifted his shoulder, a backpack resting on it. He would have to go recover his Lute at some point, and attend the beautiful event. He scratched the fresh ink upon his face and beamed to himself, something new to look forward to.