Arcaea/Dining Hall/Spring Festival
Letter from Maurus Barek (3 days, 21 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (60 recipients) Arcaeans!
It is Spring, and we, along with the King and the Regency Council, invite you to take part in the Spring Festival!
Together, we will celebrate the end of Winter and the beginning of Spring! We will welcome a time when the nights grow shorter, and the days longer, and soon, a renewal of our campaign against Soliferum!
The festival will commence in two days' time, and will be held at the estates of Remton. We encourage all nobles of Arcaea to join us for competition and sport! There will be prizes given for best ballad and best poem. There will be contests of hunt and drink and riddle solving, and a purse to the winner for each! In light of the coming campaign against Soliferum, we will postpone games of money and chance, but in the mean time, we offer you the chance to gossip and rub elbows with your fellow nobles.
[OOC to all Arcaeans: We want everyone to be able to participate in the Spring Festival, regardless of your location. If you can join us in Remton, great. If you cannot, we encourage clever use of space-time. Even if you cannot be physically present in Remton, we hope that you will join the festivities. We especially encourage Role Playing for this festival. The objective is to involve all of the nobles of the Kingdom, and we especially encourage new nobles, or those that do not often engage in role playing, to jump in. If you're nervous about role playing, now is the time to jump right in! Submissions for best ballad or poem may be made to the realm, or if you are feeling shy, directly to the Celebration Committee. A panel of judges will decide the winner. One entry per participant. Hunting and drinking will be decided by offline dice rolls. Let the Planning Committee know if you are interested. Additional details will be released shortly!]
Maurus Barek Count of Isular
Roleplay from Maurus Barek (3 days, 20 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (60 recipients) "Goodman Hurley, be certain that all is in order here. If any problems should arise, I expect you to notify me immediately." Maurus spoke to his household steward, even as his horse stomped in the mud, ready to be off.
More than a few things had required his attention in recent days, amongst them, the well being of Isular, and the coming Spring Festival to be held in Remton. There was much still afoot, and much that still required supervision and preparation.
Two casks of good wine rested amidst other provisions in the back of a small wagon, and the men of the Red Stags formed up for the ride.
After conducting a quick, last minute visual inspection of the estate, as well as his Stags and their goods, the party set off on the muddy road, intent on making good time.
Maurus Barek Count of Isular
Letter from Maurus Barek (3 days, 20 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (60 recipients) We on the Planning Committee hope to have a Summer Festival to follow our campaigns in the south. It is our hope that at that time we will be able to consider swordplay and gambling as primary attractions to the festival.
As King Jenred has suggested, we felt that right before the start of the Campaign, such activities might be ill-timed.
Still, we hope to see you there to demonstrate your skill with spear and bow against the animals on the hunt, as well as your ability to mix alcohol with your noble blood. Last man or woman standing!
Maurus Barek Count of Isular
Letter from Maurus Barek (1 day, 21 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (61 recipients) Fellow Arcaeans,
At dawn, we will begin the festivities of the Spring Festival.
We will start by offering a riddle. If you can puzzle out the answer, a purse of gold will be your prize. We ask that nobles only attempt one answer per twelve hours.
Soon after, we will start the hunt, and once the hunt is completed, there will be a drinking contest. If you wish to be involved, please send a letter to the Planning Committee.
Please send your song and ballad submissions as soon as you have them prepared!
A gala will be kicking off in Remton shortly after dawn, and we welcome you to mingle with your fellows.
To our nobles marching south to bring the war to Soliferum, we salute you! We hope that you can still take part in the festivities. In truth, they are for you, bold warriors of Arcaea!
Maurus Barek Count of Isular
Letter from Maurus Barek (10 hours, 21 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (61 recipients) I present to you a riddle.
Please submit your answers to the Celebration Committee. One submission per twelve hours, please.
~ Forged of metal am I. Your treasures I guard, Tireless, I cannot die. I will keep you out, or keep you in. Forever watching with my one eye.
What am I? ~
Please make your submissions for ballad and song. There is a 100 gold prize for the winner!
Maurus Barek Count of Isular
Letter from Maurus Barek (9 hours, 52 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (61 recipients) After just a few guesses, it seems that we either made the riddle too easy, or the nobles of Arcaea are simply too smart.
Gabriel de Grenefeld guessed correctly, the answer is "a lock".
~ Downward I run, falling. You can thank me for life, or for taking it away. I am hard as stone, but not all the time. I gurgle but I do not talk. I smooth away any rock.
What am I? ~
Maurus Barek Count of Isular
Letter from Maurus Barek (9 hours, 36 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (61 recipients) Indeed, our nobles are simply too clever, and make brutally short work of these riddles. I shall have to encourage my castellan to craft more difficult puzzles.
Harmony Kindon and Gabriel de Grenefeld both quickly sussed out the truth, and guessed that the answer is Water.
We shall have more riddles on the morrow!
Maurus Barek Count of Isular
Letter from Maurus Barek (3 hours, 8 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (61 recipients) Three riddles to pass the night.
This time, I will not announce the answer and the winners until dawn, giving everyone some time to guess. Please submit only one guess, and please submit it to the Celebration Committee.
My life is measured in hours or less, I serve my time simply by being consumed. Quickest when thin, slowest when fat, The wind is the nemesis of the gift that I bring. ~
Free am I for the taking through all of your life, Though I am given but once at birth. My weight is less than nothing, But will fell the mightiest of you if held. ~
A human and a cave have me in common. ~
Maurus Barek Count of Isular
Roleplay from Arlian Bedwyr (11 minutes ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (60 recipients) The bagpipes announced the arrival of members of House Bedwyr-Kindon as Arlian and Harmony strolled into the festival grounds, a few servants trailing while their personal guards took ceremonial position with the rest of the assembled troops near the musicians. The twins had been sleeping, rocked by their parents' smooth gait, but the blast of sound woke them with a start. After a short panic (Rowan briefly tried to crawl into her father's shirt to hide) Arlian and Harmony convinced them there was nothing to worry about, and they clambered onto their accustomed place on their father's shoulders, bright violet eyes staring around at the festival gathering eagerly.
"Note for next time, wake the children before the bagpipes..."
Harmony grinned at her husband as they made their way over to the buffet. She drew more than a few eyes, as even after the twins she was still accounted one of the most beautiful of the Far East. There were a few questioning glances among the younger folk present at Arlian, as they made an odd couple at first glance. Harmony was tall, perfectly curved, just a little dusky, had flowing, shining mahogany hair, and those striking violet eyes her children had inherited. Arlian was shorter than she, almost squat, with shoulders seeming to be as wide as he was tall, looking rather more like a mason than a noble. His eyes and hair were an unremarkable, dull brown, and his skin was lightly burned despite a lifetime in the sun.
But any parent present nodded in understanding as they saw the interplay between the four, slow smiles spreading at the scoffing of the youngsters. A good husband, good father...And the best courtier in Arcaea, quite possibly the best in the world. That meant more to some than all the victories on the battlefield.
Besides, rumour had it that his shoulders were but one example of his innate broadness...
Sir Arlian Bedwyr (Knight of Nocaneb)
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