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[Silent Poet]

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written in celctic roundhand

Oyez! Oyez!

Let it be known on the 5th day of the 5th month there is to be a grand celebration.

I am hosting the Surprise Birthday party for Duchess Molly.

Celebrations will commence at 7 by the Eastern Sun Transcendant.

There will be a grand feast that will include a public roasting of the Duchess Molly.

Door prizes will also be given away.

Just remember this is a secret surprise.
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"When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden

[Alaundril Do'Rhett]

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The old dark elf melted from the shadows for a moment to read the posted notice. This was one of the rare times where he was actually seen in his usual stroll through Vesper. The idea of a roast enticed him and wicked grin crossed his face as he looked at the flyer.
A roast hmmmm? Perhaps the night would go more easily if the Dutchess were actually roasted. I never did enjoy the taste of pale elven flesh. I'll leave that to the vampires...
With a dark chuckle to himself he melted into the shadows once more continuing his evening round. Doing what the Sirah had done for centuries....watch. He pondered the possibilities that evening and began making some tentative plans in his own mind.
I will let Matron Viaxus know about this....she may find it entertaining...