Several notices were tacked on the boards, ranging from surface to the sewers - for all eyes to see and consider. ☆ [HEY YOU!] ☆ Want a GREAT party with a ton of pizza, people, and booze? Then come hang out at the Ino-Femunn's estate this coming week! Socialize, play daring drinking games, gamble, and do whatever you want until you're absolutely shit-faced and wild! Afraid about paying for the meals and drinks? Don't worry. It's FREE, courtesy of Valarosta. ANYONE AND EVERYONE IS WELCOMED! It doesn't matter if you have beef or bad blood with each other, let's just have a fun time! Spoiler: P.S. Hey so like, Valarosta doesn't know she's paying for this. Kabili ordered the pizzas. Not me. Love you! XOXO What: A giant party for the sake of partying! Who: Anyone can come When: December 10th 9 PM EST Where: The Ino-Femunn Estate Also, if you are planning to crash the event, please contact me before it starts.
Sigrid looked over the parchment with a shake of her head “So this is actually happening.” She muttered to herself well she took a sip from her mug in the den of her home.
A notice was put immediately into Abigail's attention, and after a short read, the Silven pouted. "She stole my bit!" Abigail scoffed in childish outrage. After a few seconds of upset stewing, the notice was crumpled and shoved into a pocket. "... I guess I'll go." she grumbled as she kicked a wad of snow.
"Did this bitch just blame me for ordering all those pizzas?" Kabili spoke, squinting at the notice, "If the purists don't kill me, Vala's boot is going to."
A letter pinned to Kabili in Kathar Elven. " Patriarch Drulvaar, While I haven't the slightest clue who this new Kaahl member of yours is, I expect nothing short of an entertaining party. See you all there. Thank you, Cazna Khor'enn-Teken'rret Priestess, Death-speaker. "
Erwin didn’t even have to look to the notice to feel a cluster coming over him- it was so unholy, so ostentatious, chills went down his spine. “Do you ... feel that? It feels like- oh, oh Spirit- minorities having a good time.” Ancient memories of being the designated driver flooded back. Not again. Never again. This wasn’t very Unionist of you. ... a very flirtatious varran, on the other hand
☆ [AFTERMATH] ☆ After a wild night of partying.. Shattered glass, splintered wood, blood spatters, spilt beer and wine littered all over the court yard floor! The burnt remains of the giant bonfire marked the center of the estate, splotching and charring the stone floor with a big black mark. Couches were stained. Opium pipes were knocked over. An empty cart was left hanging by the door. The host can now only hope that no one tells Valarosta.
