Re: Of Impositions and New Traditions
Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 7:59 pm
“No, no, no, no. Definitely not... that’s out, hmm, I think this is an insult, and that could spark a war.”
With growing impatience Eithriel groaned at the ‘very important papers’ Illithias had shoved at her so unceremoniously before storming out. The scribble was confused, awkward and rude. Much like that damned Elf.
“Well, if this is what passes for an internal monologue, it explains a lot.” Reading over the first page she parsed Illi’s meaning, giggled quietly and read it again, just to make sure she understood.
dear PERSON'S NAME - make sure to find names. or what people call them. is fells lady drachmas? i don't know
OR TITLES. YES. perfect. if no name then title.
PUT DATE HERE
you have been cordially invited to the celebrations of the anniversary of the birthdate of Illithias. this will be held four weeks hence from now at the atrium of the great city gateway of the city of Darnassus, on the world tree of Teldrassil
(limited) beverages will be provided. feel free to bring food and drink of your own NO GOBLIN FOOD FOR THE LOVE OF ELUNE
no rsVP REquired. we reserved the right to refuse participation by uninvited shadowmancers, demonologists or members/sympathisers of the Horde (should threaten with violence ??) or other abominations
ALL OTHERS WELCOME (is this a lie? i'm not sure)
yours sincerely
A large inky thumbprint was smeared across the bottom of the page. ‘Alrigh’, shouldn’t be too hard.’ Eithriel pulled out a new nib and ink as well as a fresh pile of papers and got to work.
Occasionally some bit of armour or kit went ‘clunk’ in the other room, threatening another headache-inducing landslide. Her apartment, once a sanctuary of learning and the subtle practice of arcane arts now stank of leather, oil and the tang of metal. Eithriel turned a baleful eye on the door and considered polymorphing something important.
Hours later and with fingers now stained with ink Eithriel sat back and considered her once tidy room. It was littered with sheaves of papers, some of them scratched with Illithias’ horrid scrawl, most of them marked with her own neat cursive. The most recent additions to the pile were, at the very least, legible. But here at least was the first perfect copy – she could have one of the younger scribes make more. It was.... shorter than Illithias’ original, certainly. But it was also more likely to result in actual guests.
Dear....
You are cordially invited to a party in celebration of Illithias’ birthday, to be held on four weeks hence at the Great City Gate in Darnassus, perched on the World Tree Teldrassil.
Festival foods will be served, but guests are invited to bring their own contributions for the feasting.
I look forward to seeing you there,*
Illithias
*All friends are welcome, however please consider Kaldorei traditions and the locale
With growing impatience Eithriel groaned at the ‘very important papers’ Illithias had shoved at her so unceremoniously before storming out. The scribble was confused, awkward and rude. Much like that damned Elf.
“Well, if this is what passes for an internal monologue, it explains a lot.” Reading over the first page she parsed Illi’s meaning, giggled quietly and read it again, just to make sure she understood.
dear PERSON'S NAME - make sure to find names. or what people call them. is fells lady drachmas? i don't know
OR TITLES. YES. perfect. if no name then title.
PUT DATE HERE
you have been cordially invited to the celebrations of the anniversary of the birthdate of Illithias. this will be held four weeks hence from now at the atrium of the great city gateway of the city of Darnassus, on the world tree of Teldrassil
(limited) beverages will be provided. feel free to bring food and drink of your own NO GOBLIN FOOD FOR THE LOVE OF ELUNE
no rsVP REquired. we reserved the right to refuse participation by uninvited shadowmancers, demonologists or members/sympathisers of the Horde (should threaten with violence ??) or other abominations
ALL OTHERS WELCOME (is this a lie? i'm not sure)
yours sincerely
A large inky thumbprint was smeared across the bottom of the page. ‘Alrigh’, shouldn’t be too hard.’ Eithriel pulled out a new nib and ink as well as a fresh pile of papers and got to work.
Occasionally some bit of armour or kit went ‘clunk’ in the other room, threatening another headache-inducing landslide. Her apartment, once a sanctuary of learning and the subtle practice of arcane arts now stank of leather, oil and the tang of metal. Eithriel turned a baleful eye on the door and considered polymorphing something important.
Hours later and with fingers now stained with ink Eithriel sat back and considered her once tidy room. It was littered with sheaves of papers, some of them scratched with Illithias’ horrid scrawl, most of them marked with her own neat cursive. The most recent additions to the pile were, at the very least, legible. But here at least was the first perfect copy – she could have one of the younger scribes make more. It was.... shorter than Illithias’ original, certainly. But it was also more likely to result in actual guests.
Dear....
You are cordially invited to a party in celebration of Illithias’ birthday, to be held on four weeks hence at the Great City Gate in Darnassus, perched on the World Tree Teldrassil.
Festival foods will be served, but guests are invited to bring their own contributions for the feasting.
I look forward to seeing you there,*
Illithias
*All friends are welcome, however please consider Kaldorei traditions and the locale