Sigil: City of Doors

* Various invitations were sent to the following people*




- Karath'rok
- Neli la Meor
- Zilvai
- Raymond Tallinger
- Milan
- Vale Reynolt
- Vanya Lindethiel
- Gwendolyn Arris
- Sondaal Ayakra
- Ixia Larkspur
- Dom
- Jach Sensbane
- Firtraad
- Arvolexia
- Jade
- Deo Andrastos
- Nicholas Millin
- Elrik Fenswarden

wrote: Dear friends, those known, and those close to us,

We are happy to anounce that on *date written here*, Kelth McEwan and Naya'il, will be giving eachother their vows, in wedlock.

We hereby invite you to attend to the ceremony, which will be held in a secluded place, followed by a celebration in the Civic Festhall, open for all who wish to attend there.

We are looking forward to have you with us,

- Kelth McEwan and Naya'il

//
All who will attend to the celebration will be searched for weaponry at entering and requested to hand them in, to be returned at leaving...

We hope to see many faces share the happiness on this day ;)

Event will (provided no alterings due to RL) begin on 21st (sunday) at 7.30 UK time!

Harmonium guards desiring to participate at the door, are more than welcome!


*Also, a public notice is made to note the celebration at the Festhall*

// depending how long ceremony will take, an announcement will follow, notifying when the celebarion will start

As Sondaal receives the invitation she opens the envelope wondering what it is, when she reads it her first thought goes to her roommate Gryphienne wondering if she can bring her as a companion to the wedding of her two friends. After eating her breakfast mulling over this she walks out and spots a sleepy Kelth. She sits down waiting for him to finish waking up before holding the wedding invitation up between two fingers asking as much, fortunately for her the answer is a yes. Now all she needs to do is find Gryphienne and tell her she has been invited to the wedding by Kelth as well. The Sigilian Aasimar, Sondaal, wonders if Naya'il will mind too much. Sondaal just hopes Gryph will actually be able to show up.

An armored man wielding an oddly-shaped halberd stalked two figures in the secret network of tunnels underneath Ecstasy. In the ethereal plane- everything around him appeared gray and insubstantial - that is, of course - besides his possessions (which at the moment included the wedding invitation). Having read the letter just a few moments ago- he wasn't in a good mood.

Jach Sensbane would have wanted to attend the wedding (and would probably be the one crying the most). Jach Sensbane would...and will - send Kelth and Naya his regrets for being unable to make the wedding. He also would, and will send them both extravagant wedding gifts, not to mention help them pick out the right silverware and drapes for the new house. Jach Sensbane would have been sad that he had to miss the wedding.

The armored fellow, however - was not sad... nor was he Jach Sensbane. Wrinkles around his cruel, green eyes made him appear at least twenty years older than Jach. Though most his face was covered by a rusted mask, it wasn't difficult to see that he was....enraged.

Missing the wedding lent itself to only a small part of his wrath

The figures he was stalking were on their way to kill Jach Sensbane. They would, of course, meet the same fate all of their predecessors have. The man abruptly stepped out of the ethereal plane, chanting viciously, but the would-be assassins quickly overcame their shock. Chivs drawn, they lunged towards the armored man. It was too late. As the Artificer finished the last line of the incantation, a blood red glow erupted from the darkness, filling the air... and stopping the figures in their tracks. Other than the muffled clanking of two blades falling to the dusty ground, an eerie silence hung thick in the air. The blood drained from the would-be assassins' faces. All of it. Literally. . .

Vampiric Feast.

Jiro has already talked to Keth and is aiding with guarding the doors

Mil wakes up from a bad case of hangover, to find two notes on his room's table; one is a short letter from Tara, filled with jovial slurs, ending with short message "off to hunt down recipes, will return in few days". The other, a much more formal one, is from Kelth McEvans.
Mil reads it over his breakfast, frowns and shakes his head; now he has precious little time to find appropriate gifts for the happy couple.

Zilvai smiles brightly every time the marriage is mentioned. She smiles even more so at the invitation and bursts out in joy in the middle of the Bazaar, on duty and jumping up and down like a little child.

"I can't await till the two finally get married! So sweet and adorable! They are truly are made for one another." She blurts out. She then blinks, flushes around the normally pale cheeks and ears and strikes a rigid guard pose. "Ahem... move along... keep the peace and all."

*Neli makes a serious effort to arrange her extremely busy schedule to be at the wedding*

//I ~want~ to come, but we will see if time permits. What exactly is 7:30 pm UK time? I'm at GMT-6. Is that 1:30 my time?

*Gwendolyn RSVPs that she'll be attending.*

((Much like Neli I'm not 100% certain what time that translates to in Eastern us/ca))

OOC: Can already tell you im not availiable there...still at work at that time unfortunately :(

//http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/gmt-converter.htm

11:30 pm for me which might work. :D

*shiv looks over a notice*

"....hmm probably 'ave ta buy em a gift...*tilts head thinking*....not poison'n cake tis a gift 'nuff..'sides em want me ta check me weapons at the door?....'haps em 'ave issue wit me wear'n a helm ta....*shrugs* might prove interest'n just try'n ta attend".