In the fields of lavender I’ve made my lounge while watching the affairs of the Celian Citizens. For you all make for remarkable entertainment for a muse of the quip, goss and lies you so often spread. Might I remind you that far too many of you are busy being self-indulgent to even realize your own delusions of grandeur are naught but fantasy? I brush my hands idly through the flowery field as if playing a cither with the wind, to your daily dealings. Yet my ears catch all said between friend and foe alike, in the dark or even the open streets. My Lavender Loyalists know full well I will indulge any of your whims, should you divulge to me secrets, while keeping tight-lipped of your identity. Let us get this interesting game going for this City of Lavender Lies.
Tie to a lavender the secret of your choice. Don’t worry for I will not lose sight nor fail to hear your voice. There are no mistakes made when speaking of lies to this lavender field, so rejoice. I await to hear from you all My Lavender Loyalists, with rapt attention. Let’s indulge and partake in some gossip as is truly the right of the long-lived.
A PRINCELY ARRIVAL
Introduced into society at the most recent court was Indris Ibarellan, proven to be as witty as he is charming from the latest quips made from him at court. It’s evident that more than one of the ladies of the court have taken a liking to his presence, yet his love of botany remains the strongest of all the bonds forged thus far. He has clearly enjoyed tending to the new bonsai garden of the palace over tending to entertaining any potential ladies. We can only hope he does his part as is required of all of us to carry on our kind.
A THUNDEROUS PROPOSAL
This year's court did not falter in twists and turns from the citizens' petitions, and that did not stop with the appearance of Ball-Thunder of the Thunder Clan. Upon approaching the dias, Ball-Thunder made no hesitation to get to the point of his arrival and he came prepared. In his quest for revitalizing the Thunder Clan he had found love in the Chancellor, which he made known in front of the whole Principality. Ball-Thunder proposed to Laurir Illarion with a stunning ring, however the beloved Chancellor had rejected the advances of Ball-Thunder with grace and dignity. Hopefully they shall find love in others if not each other.
THE BEHEADED SAGE
The night of the Gemstone Gala was certainly one of intrigue, though the trickster of Celia’nor’s pranks finally caught up to him when the Great Sage lost his head amidst the chaos of the night. In an attempt to sweep the hostess Verayla Wynasul off her feet and onto the dance floor, the magician stretched out like a rubber band and soon, someone tried to assassinate him with a cookie! An unknown partygoer threw a cookie at his head in which he was soon decapitated! Thankfully, he was able to reassemble himself, yet, perhaps he has a rival amongst the Celian citizens.
A GLORIOUS GALA
The night of the Gemstone Gala was not all chaos and havoc, the Gala was certainly a success by all means and that includes the endless dancing that the night had brought forth. The dancing competition was a clear success with Valindra and Galadin having stolen the show. In the midst of their display of movement that flowed as if natural for the two, they had begun to teleport to various places around the ballroom and with their movements from the moment that the music had started. With their dramatic beginnings of magic came a dramatic ending of the mundane as Valindra was dropped into a dip only to be caught at the last second. It certainly was a grand display to all of the onlookers.
WHIMS OF A WYNASUL
During court Velu was seen flaunting off her latest attire of Wynasul Designs, believed to be one of the latest models hired. A most recent sighting of Valyris Wynasul has been with who she calls her dearest friend Velu. While clearly inebriated at the after-gala party in the tavern, Valyris was singing her praises of her so-called friend to the table she was at. Velu was later seen taking her home from the tavern. Everyone knows what happened between her and the last so-called model for Wynasul Designs, perhaps with her recent change in relationship status she decided to take a more feminine approach to love.
TROUBLESOME THUNDER-CLAN TRIAL
With the recent arrival of our Thunderous Ball, if we might call him such. There has been a radical retelling of his tale as well as origin. The many gathered at the tavern were not only shocked to find there to be Seven Balls in total, but perhaps one was missing. Driven to tears by the tale. It seems the Celian Citizens are more interested to test their might and strength through what can only be described as a mix of Valah and Bortu cultural trials. Than to Ball-Thunder displaying a large warhammer for all trial-goers that might dare take the test. Though the newly arrived Prince showed faux pas as his companion Valyris suggested entering the ringer, it seemed he accepted the challenge far too soon, not realizing the woman was a fearless contender. This left Slith the only true trial taker and by extension the only one crazy enough to entertain it beyond just a jest. With a thrust unlike any other Ball-Thunder struck between his legs. It was, to everyone's surprise, the elf did not die at that very moment, or lose himself any chance at a happy future. Instead he somehow found victory and survived. This caused jubilation amongst the crowd as the man was inducted officially into the Thunder Clan.
BEASTS ON THE BORDER
Times are strange and so is the environment around us likewise. We find ourselves being encroached upon by the very nature we keep at bay. It is to no surprise then that we likewise find ourselves assaulted by beasts, most yet identified, but some slain all the same. The Diraar and their Mordu’lar Atheleon Py’lrie is no doubt on the case, and if not then so help us - for this blessed city is under assault. I hope my fields go unravaged as I have seen greater boar and some sort of goretusk pace my boundaries, leaving me in worry. May we find a solution to this newfound problem and hope for a swift resolution.
MYSTERIOUS MALFORMATIONS
Likewise in relation to the aforementioned, I must say these beasts are clearly by no means of common make. I have spotted several which sported upon them malformations of various sizes, shapes and uses. While some had tentacles where none should grow, others had horns where none were needed, and some had extra pairs of mouths - in need of feeding. Color me even more surprised when two beasts seemed to have come to a combination, creating a new one entirely. I fear there is some secret hidden, may it be a vagrant alchemist, chimera maker or evil doctor up to no good, their experiments will cause havoc. The oddest thing is that for now the creatures seem to exhibit intelligence as if they can communicate or are a part of some greater hivemind. Whenever their hoards or numbers grow far too difficult to handle, we must strike. I have no doubt that they are influencing the local livestock and animals. This might be explaining the beasts on our border and a result of some kind of mind control. I am not entirely certain as of now.
THE BARDS COLLEGE SETS UP CAMP
In lighter news along the main road to the capital city, the bards have set up camp. It is most exciting to see such a change of pace with the Bards College having arrived on the outskirts of the city and it is the hope that they will bring with them as much excitement as is anticipated by the common populus.
If you have secrets to divulge and lies to be unveiled, tie to the fields of lavender the release of such knowledge.
Spoiler
OOC: There is a drop box in the lavender fields for gossip or you can send a message through the forums for a longer note to be left.
THE LAVENDER LIES
in Principality of Talar'nor
Posted
13th of the First Seed, 89 S.A.
𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅰𝅘𝅥𝅮
In the fields of lavender I’ve made my lounge while watching the affairs of the Celian Citizens. For you all make for remarkable entertainment for a muse of the quip, goss and lies you so often spread. Might I remind you that far too many of you are busy being self-indulgent to even realize your own delusions of grandeur are naught but fantasy? I brush my hands idly through the flowery field as if playing a cither with the wind, to your daily dealings. Yet my ears catch all said between friend and foe alike, in the dark or even the open streets. My Lavender Loyalists know full well I will indulge any of your whims, should you divulge to me secrets, while keeping tight-lipped of your identity. Let us get this interesting game going for this City of Lavender Lies.
Tie to a lavender the secret of your choice. Don’t worry for I will not lose sight nor fail to hear your voice. There are no mistakes made when speaking of lies to this lavender field, so rejoice. I await to hear from you all My Lavender Loyalists, with rapt attention. Let’s indulge and partake in some gossip as is truly the right of the long-lived.
A PRINCELY ARRIVAL
Introduced into society at the most recent court was Indris Ibarellan, proven to be as witty as he is charming from the latest quips made from him at court. It’s evident that more than one of the ladies of the court have taken a liking to his presence, yet his love of botany remains the strongest of all the bonds forged thus far. He has clearly enjoyed tending to the new bonsai garden of the palace over tending to entertaining any potential ladies. We can only hope he does his part as is required of all of us to carry on our kind.
A THUNDEROUS PROPOSAL
This year's court did not falter in twists and turns from the citizens' petitions, and that did not stop with the appearance of Ball-Thunder of the Thunder Clan. Upon approaching the dias, Ball-Thunder made no hesitation to get to the point of his arrival and he came prepared. In his quest for revitalizing the Thunder Clan he had found love in the Chancellor, which he made known in front of the whole Principality. Ball-Thunder proposed to Laurir Illarion with a stunning ring, however the beloved Chancellor had rejected the advances of Ball-Thunder with grace and dignity. Hopefully they shall find love in others if not each other.
THE BEHEADED SAGE
The night of the Gemstone Gala was certainly one of intrigue, though the trickster of Celia’nor’s pranks finally caught up to him when the Great Sage lost his head amidst the chaos of the night. In an attempt to sweep the hostess Verayla Wynasul off her feet and onto the dance floor, the magician stretched out like a rubber band and soon, someone tried to assassinate him with a cookie! An unknown partygoer threw a cookie at his head in which he was soon decapitated! Thankfully, he was able to reassemble himself, yet, perhaps he has a rival amongst the Celian citizens.
A GLORIOUS GALA
The night of the Gemstone Gala was not all chaos and havoc, the Gala was certainly a success by all means and that includes the endless dancing that the night had brought forth. The dancing competition was a clear success with Valindra and Galadin having stolen the show. In the midst of their display of movement that flowed as if natural for the two, they had begun to teleport to various places around the ballroom and with their movements from the moment that the music had started. With their dramatic beginnings of magic came a dramatic ending of the mundane as Valindra was dropped into a dip only to be caught at the last second. It certainly was a grand display to all of the onlookers.
WHIMS OF A WYNASUL
During court Velu was seen flaunting off her latest attire of Wynasul Designs, believed to be one of the latest models hired. A most recent sighting of Valyris Wynasul has been with who she calls her dearest friend Velu. While clearly inebriated at the after-gala party in the tavern, Valyris was singing her praises of her so-called friend to the table she was at. Velu was later seen taking her home from the tavern. Everyone knows what happened between her and the last so-called model for Wynasul Designs, perhaps with her recent change in relationship status she decided to take a more feminine approach to love.
TROUBLESOME THUNDER-CLAN TRIAL
With the recent arrival of our Thunderous Ball, if we might call him such. There has been a radical retelling of his tale as well as origin. The many gathered at the tavern were not only shocked to find there to be Seven Balls in total, but perhaps one was missing. Driven to tears by the tale. It seems the Celian Citizens are more interested to test their might and strength through what can only be described as a mix of Valah and Bortu cultural trials. Than to Ball-Thunder displaying a large warhammer for all trial-goers that might dare take the test. Though the newly arrived Prince showed faux pas as his companion Valyris suggested entering the ringer, it seemed he accepted the challenge far too soon, not realizing the woman was a fearless contender. This left Slith the only true trial taker and by extension the only one crazy enough to entertain it beyond just a jest. With a thrust unlike any other Ball-Thunder struck between his legs. It was, to everyone's surprise, the elf did not die at that very moment, or lose himself any chance at a happy future. Instead he somehow found victory and survived. This caused jubilation amongst the crowd as the man was inducted officially into the Thunder Clan.
BEASTS ON THE BORDER
Times are strange and so is the environment around us likewise. We find ourselves being encroached upon by the very nature we keep at bay. It is to no surprise then that we likewise find ourselves assaulted by beasts, most yet identified, but some slain all the same. The Diraar and their Mordu’lar Atheleon Py’lrie is no doubt on the case, and if not then so help us - for this blessed city is under assault. I hope my fields go unravaged as I have seen greater boar and some sort of goretusk pace my boundaries, leaving me in worry. May we find a solution to this newfound problem and hope for a swift resolution.
MYSTERIOUS MALFORMATIONS
Likewise in relation to the aforementioned, I must say these beasts are clearly by no means of common make. I have spotted several which sported upon them malformations of various sizes, shapes and uses. While some had tentacles where none should grow, others had horns where none were needed, and some had extra pairs of mouths - in need of feeding. Color me even more surprised when two beasts seemed to have come to a combination, creating a new one entirely. I fear there is some secret hidden, may it be a vagrant alchemist, chimera maker or evil doctor up to no good, their experiments will cause havoc. The oddest thing is that for now the creatures seem to exhibit intelligence as if they can communicate or are a part of some greater hivemind. Whenever their hoards or numbers grow far too difficult to handle, we must strike. I have no doubt that they are influencing the local livestock and animals. This might be explaining the beasts on our border and a result of some kind of mind control. I am not entirely certain as of now.
THE BARDS COLLEGE SETS UP CAMP
In lighter news along the main road to the capital city, the bards have set up camp. It is most exciting to see such a change of pace with the Bards College having arrived on the outskirts of the city and it is the hope that they will bring with them as much excitement as is anticipated by the common populus.
If you have secrets to divulge and lies to be unveiled, tie to the fields of lavender the release of such knowledge.
OOC: There is a drop box in the lavender fields for gossip or you can send a message through the forums for a longer note to be left.