[As ash and soot hung high in the city’s sky, and as a torrent of denunciations, calls for arms, and cries for justice filled the Regalian notice board, one more parchment joined the fray. Unlike others, it was done on bright paper, and was decorated colorfully. Entirely meant to catch the eye. Despite the whimsical appearance and kiddish make of the posters - of which there were only a few - their message was revealed to be rather dissonant to their design upon reading.] To the following that missed my birthday party yesterday: › ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[ ❤ ]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ‹▸ Baron Abelhard Latimer ▸ Aeawyn Sylbess ▸ The Arken of Glee ▸ Ailwin ▸ Anathema <Anathema's name has been crossed out> ▸ Anhalia Beileee ▸ Anya the Ice Queen ▸ Aq’uello ▸ Atre ▸ Atticus Faulkner ▸ Count Augustin Reinard ▸ Azra ▸ Lord Commander (and ex-husband) Bel-gyarbrin Tibearthus ▸ Bera the Url ▸ Bronwyn Cuffburt ▸ Cal ▸ Christopher Black ▸ Coren ▸ Denzel Waywood ▸ Deo de Termini ▸ Baroness Dianne Black ▸ Dothraen ▸ Eihnjar ▸ Enki ▸ Erwin Braunswager Branchwiger Brawn <Erwin's name has been crossed out> ▸ Esmerava ▸ Fansho ▸ Baroness Haeddi Harhold <Haeddi's name has been crossed out> ▸ Hagmer ▸ Hanz Rosengart ▸ Hengest Harhold ▸ Humaria Reinard ▸ Ilmadia ▸ Irel the Witch <Irel's name has been crossed out> ▸ Jamat <Jamat's name has been crossed out> ▸ Jarak Farrin ▸ Lord Chancellor Jared Bancroft ▸ Joasaie Lloablen ▸ Jocelyn von Duerr ▸ Kabili ▸ Khayri ▸ Kinteh ▸ Kolvar ▸ Laurel ▸ Leon las Llanuras ▸ Lorelei ▸ Lucallian ▸ Lyra the Witch ▸ Marilyn Starrett ▸ Marzipan ▸ Malaqar ▸ Malruthiia (Mal Practice) ▸ Mercurio Ascencio ▸ Count Merdoc Slumberwood ▸ Countess Milena Cadieux <Milena's name has been crossed out> ▸ Mosmo ▸ Murielle Mae Barkhardt ▸ Myrani Sylbess ▸ Nadina Haaven ▸ Nerissa ▸ Nevaria ▸ Niriana dei Moreno ▸ Countess Novellia Reinard ▸ Nym'vrae Helvath ▸ Oma ▸ Baron Quin Goretaan ▸ Rhosell (I don’t know how to spell your new name) ▸ Sae'viir ▸ Sephekh ▸ Shadowman ▸ Shalia ▸ Shane Marth ▸ Sidressa ▸ Sib and her kiddo ▸ Susan Burch ▸ The Entire Tucker Family ▸ Tim Borros ▸ Tommen Howlester ▸ Countess Valarosta ino-Femunn ▸ Va’la Tahlruil ▸ Vanora ▸ Vimirsi ▸ Countess Vivana Avalorn <Vivana's name has been crossed out> ▸ Winifred Marth ▸ Wulf Grofsmeid ▸ Xaella <Xaella's name has been crossed out> ▸ Xilthruum the Lich Lord ▸ Zagrius ▸ Zambezi› ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[ ❤ ]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ‹ This is your only warning. I am coming for you. With great love, Abigail Tucker (The birthday girl, whose birthday you missed.)
I’m currently lodged in the Greygate, come chat if you want. Walk always in the light of the Spirit The Desert Rose Paladin of the Lion Pelt Order Kommandant of the Ivorymane Company
Coren groggily wakes up, his hair disheveled, his appearance equally so. Having been snuggled up in a nice warm blanky that's been haphazardly discarded off to the side of his bed. He shambles downstairs to the kitchen and fixes himself a glass of apple cider, smacks his lips, and takes a seat on his balcony. He looks across the way at the intricate looking pottery he saved for Abigail's birthday, a nice little bowtie wrapping it up all nicely. One long sip taken, he thinks to himself... wonder when the party is gonna happen, and he hopes she's okay after all of the terrible news yesterday. The early birds of the morning day chirp.
“Fools, Always send your gift ahead Friends.” The Url laughs thanking the Gods he had sent Abigail a Present from Hadar after all, “She is a wonderful ball of Chaos, Bep and Merschell only know what she will do if you miss her party.”
"Perhaps some fancy bone jewelry gifts will save me from my impeding doom at the hands of one Abigail Tucker?"
Abigail would find that a large bouquet of flowers had found its way to the Whimsy, addressed to her. All of them were winter flowers, the odd ball sort that managed to survive the frost. Additionally, a box of cookies iced with individual letters of “ABIGAIL” would be delivered with the flowers. To the Birthday Girl, Miss Abigail Tucker, I did not receive an invitation to your lovely party! It is my deepest regret to have missed the event and I hope you forgive me. Please enjoy the cookies and I’ll be sure to give your party a mention in the next Newsletter, should you like? Spirit Guide. Much Love, Baroness Haeddi Jehanne Harhold @Lizmun Cant believe you listed THREE of my characters, elizabeth
"Glad I didn't miss that party, it was a hoot, anyone that missed it doesn't understand why life is worth living. They deserve what's coming." Osira eerily taled along to the patrons ahead as they discussed the paper.
Vivana Avalorn swung her weight onto the deck of a boat, thudding onto the oaken boards as she stepped from the quay. A courier handed her a roll of parchment, pulling it open and glancing over the words. Her jaw shifted from left to right, and she thought about a few past encounters, a few chance goings-on. Initially her hands moved to roll it back up, but she thought better of it, and with a slight smile quirking at one corner of her mouth requested a writing surface to pen a letter. "Abigail, Well done on scripting and presentation. Contrast between tone and message is a great way to raise the stakes of anything by making it scarier than it is. That said, you really should've actually invited me; because as far as I am aware you did not, and I cannot attend something I do not know about. How disappointing that there was a party, and you deigned not to even inform me: do not worry, I will be merciful. Just don't do it again. Also, even if you had. I could not have gone anyway, because I am currently engaged in traveling to Daen to court my way across a realm. I like you, though. Incredibly comedic woman. So expect a gift dropped off later today. Hopefully it's to your liking. Sol Vivanaláryna Avalorn."
Spoiler Einherjar wilting away in what was left of his cell in Greygate, lying amongst the debris of cracked masonry and bent metal bars.
abigail comes for heads and is instantly disintegrated by the lovecraftian elder god Tim'Borros himself for daring to threaten him with a good time
A scrawled parchment appeared on Abigail's desk - how did it get there? Did Bel have her key? As any ex-husband would. "Not if I get you first." "Also that bread in your cabinet went stale, buy some more."
Polyphemus lay his one big red eye over the notice, his browse risen as he lay eyes on a name so familiar yet so distant. He scratched his metallic jaw, going to manually cross out his name with a brief swipe of his charcoal pen. @Lizmun
"I missed a party.. At least I would have shown up...." The Cro-Allar mumbled to himself with a bitter tone, looking around the empty room.
