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Post by Darkhand on Mar 9, 2012 18:24:49 GMT -5
Klathakk was working overtime for the next two days, pounding on doors, yelling in the streets, going through people's underwear drawer. Oh yes, it was time. "Heeeeeeyyyyyyyyy VILLAGE PEOPLE! The wedding of Lord and Lady Darkhand will take place tomorrow on the lawn of the Upper Island! For whatever reason, he says you worthless scum can come too! So dress up fancy and get your asses up there tomorrow evening!" (5:30 PM Central) "Anyone who doesn't attend, has to massage my naked body for the whole duration of the cerimony! MWEHEHEHEHEH!" The sound of Klathakk being strangled a few times would not be uncommon today.
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Post by Hannah Green on Mar 10, 2012 12:59:07 GMT -5
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Post by vensyn on Mar 10, 2012 13:00:25 GMT -5
Captain Vensyn would be positioned near the Orb as people arrived to be teleported to the manor. Those who had not been to the Lord's Manor before would be given some quick instructions into what was to be expected of them, and informed with all seriousness of the very precise ritual involved to get back down. A magical incantation had to be spoken, quite loudly, three times, for one to be teleported back down to the ground. Unfortunately several people might be given conflicting magical words.
-Itis apit y ima nass
-Itis apar ent mya asiz veraphat
-Itis tra jeek mahdy ckis tyne ee
[[ because of RL I will not be able to rp at the wedding. Feel free to have Ven there at the manor as a 'door guard' or whatever he was assigned to.]]
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