Ceremony: Wedding of Fisher & Sepret
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Ceremony: Wedding of Fisher & Sepret
Tentative Time - Subject to change:
Sunday, July 14th, at 1:00 PM Eastern Time
Background:
Following the acquisition, and now in the midst of brewing the fabled Ambrosia, the Golden Geese have finally scheduled a date for the wedding rites of the houses Fisher & Sepret, through the marriage of Elizabeth Fisher and Aoth Sepret.
Peltarch's Herald Isaac Thaddeus, Siamorphan High Priest, is slated to officiate the wedding. He and Isolde Garibaldi have been working hard behind the scenes to plan out the wedding details.
Several rumors are abound about the wedding. First and foremost is the fact that Ambrosia may be served. That is in contrast to Sembian food, for apparently there shall be absolutely no Sembian food served in the nine course dinner. A celestial Bard and her cohort are scheduled to perform. And various figures throughout Narfell and Faerun have been invited to attend.
Consideration:
This is a scheduled plot event. Party decisions will affect plot and character outcomes, which may involve merriment, affection, and/or permanent vows.
Scheduling & Planning:
Participants, please post your OOC availability below, both for the above date and for any in game meeting plans you intend to make between now and then.
You may also use this thread for IC planning.
[DM Xanatos Gambit]
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When Thaddeus retires to his chambers, he finds the window opened and under a paperweight, two tickets for passage to Saerloon, a guidebook to the city's restaurants and architecture, and a note: Surely Isolde, George and Adrian can handle advising the Crown for a tenday? You've earned some excitement of your own making. Perhaps even a tan.
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The ceremony begins in 3 and one half hours.
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Uncharacteristically, George is missing. That's odd, so is the Wisp. He is officially on leave, but left no information on where he was headed. One encouraging bit of information is that his leave ends two days after the wedding.
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A mysterious merchant has offered to set up a small booth before the ceremony and to stay through the celebration before moving on. Should they be permitted, their goods and wares will be available to attendees.
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The printing press is preoccupied for days as the controversial-blue invitations pour forth. The gray druid calls upon winged messengers to carry them far and wide. It seems the wedding is to be a monumental affair in the vision of the betrothed. One to be remembered. One to be imitated but never surpassed.
Smaller song birds range across Narfell and onto the stoops of Peltarch’s elite. Others fly south into the northern Rawlinswood and the hands of the druid elders there. An eagle carries a small twine-wrapped parcel over the mountains to Deepwood Court. Herons fly further afield. Two of them magically carry the names of Szath Durro ‘the Voice’ and Doona ‘the Scale’, and the others cross all of Faerun in their search.
But word spreads farther than leagues and miles can measure. On a mountaintop in the Giantspire, air elementals slip through patches of thinned planar fabric to find the djinn Aldoon and Fidoosh and even more denizens of the inner planes. One package is delivered with instructions and a generous tip to the headquarters of the Smiling Monkey, to be divided and shipped to planes distant and bizarre. A few days before the celebration, a celestial of Milil finds their name invoked, called upon to fulfill an obligation for entertainment.
Once the birds and summoned and so tasked, the gray-clad druid flies to a valley in the sparsely inhabited stretch between N’Jast and Rashemen, one shielded from traffic by rocky outcroppings. There a thousand wildflowers bloom, seeded years ago and let spread with abandon. Lilies, narcissus, gladioli, irises, peonies and more are cut and gathered into a bag of holding.
And though no invitations are addressed to Bezantur in southern Thay, a white-haired visitor came asking for books on a particular family lineage not long ago. It’s revived a name long forgotten in the scramble for regional power. Three words bring a smirk to the lips of distant relations: Sepret, Peltarch, princess.
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I can most likely make it! While I've some vacation plans, I won't be going further away than being able to pop back home when need be.
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((I'll be available all weekend))
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Date changed to the 14th!
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(( I cannot Saturday the 13th as I lead a support group in the afternoon. But Sunday the 14th works. Sundays in general are best for me. ))
