A Flyer Posted in the Inn

[mythosfakir]

A parchment decorated with an ivy-like trim is tacked up in the Regal Griffon. Upon the parchment in Elven symbols written by a fine hand is the following:

Cousins, brothers, and sisters it is with great honor and happiness that we invite you all to join in a celebration to be held to lift the spirits of our troubled People in these times of strife and war. Though you may not know the bearer of the hand that pens these words, I hope that if you are of Corellon's blood you may find the chance to join in the festivities of a great feast to be held.

If you are an elf new to the lands of Cormyr or an old veteran alike, please join us for song, dance, merriment, and fine food. The feast promises to be a revelry in true elvish spirit and indeed will include a ceremony celebrating the bonding of two of our cousins.

The Great Feast will be held on the day of the next half moon and will last long into the night and perhaps into the next day. Should you wish to join the rest of Corellon's blood in this celebration, simply gather at the western gates of Suzail on this day.

At the bottom of the flyer is a small drawing of a mask half-white and half-black laying beside a flower. It appears to be some form of signature.


//This event is scheduled to take place on Friday November 27th beginning (hopefully) at 1:00pm EST and lasting until Sunday evening (hopefully). Oh, and the flyer is written in Elven, so if you can't read Elven it's gibberish.

EDIT: Now has the right date. lol Sorry about that.

[Lokarn]

Grushnak blinks at the writing several times before licking the paper, smearing some of the text in the center.

He spits after his taste.

"Dis no good it stupid, taste bad. Mees make it taste better."

Grushnak leaves only to return later with an armfull of condiments and spices from a nearby table whose occupants are now arguing over who is going to fight him.

Grushnak uses a finger to dip into the containers, mixing various contents with one another and smears it on the page. He licks it again.

"Yus! Dat a good stuff! Hwarhahahaha."

He walks over to the table and drops the things he took from them.

"Uhh,,, okays... fare well byes!"

He leaves.

[Vortex]

Alindariel looks to the spot where the poster used to be. She murmurs to herself in elvish, then produces a fine parchment and inks. She begins writing in flowing, artistic elvish script decorated with floral patterns.

Cousins! The feast is almost upon us! Invite other Tel'Quessir whom you may know to come and celebrate with us. Our fragmented state in this land will be remedied by revelry and communion!

*she scribbles out the dates and location from the previous poster*

[mythosfakir]

The poster is taken down by a somewhat weary elf in a mask, though the smile that hides behind that mask is warm indeed.

//Thank you everyone who joined us for this little event. I hope you all had as much fun as I did. However, I think it's a bit unfair to ask the DMs to help out with this all weekend - especially considering that almost everyone who said they were coming already showed up last night. So, this event will not last throughout today and tomorrow and is at an end, but I'm sure there will be more Elvish revelries to come.

//Thanks again to everyone who participated, and to those who weren't able to make it I look forward to seeing you at the next revelry that we can find an excuse to throw.

[qewaye]

Somewhere in a forest far away a very tired elf in a splendid gown helps a pixie with a *huge* hangover to get back his tree.

//three cheers for Mythos! *thumbs up*