Caer SidiBoard

Congrats!

unofficial question of the day, what dino do you think, would taste the best?

T-Rex because ancestors of chickens

Emhain wrote:

Any other Elven nations out there?

No idea about Elves but we are pretty close, we are Dunedain

Northern Sha Gunos wrote:

hello i am new country plz dont invade me

Hello new friend!

And the previous poll has concluded and burgers beat hotdogs 17-4! Y'all really like the burgers!

I also hope everyone is having a great Friday and here's to a great weekend!

*Long seeming abandoned, the bulletin board has not overgrown this time, instead it stands there, its pages fluttering in the gentle breezes that sweep the grasslands of Caer Sidi. From somewhere over the horizon a gentle baaing can be heard, and then another, and another. Rising into a swelling chorus of baaing almost seeming intent on shaking the sky down. As the herd comes over the horizon and floods the plains, returning to their grazing grounds as they begin to monch the delicious grasses.

A small lamb breaks away from its mother and approaches the bulletin board, staring up at it for a moment before bleating, as though asking what the board is waiting for.

The bulletin board shakes, trembles, and sheds the papers stuck to it like leaves falling in autumn. The drift to the ground and are promptly devoured by passing sheeps.

A new paper appears in their place, which reads:*

"unOFFFICAL QUESTION OF THE WHENEVER: The Queen is throwing a funeral for herself. She is not dead, and is in fact in absolutely perfect health. The same way she has been since she fist took the throne 300 years ago. She believes that by seeing who attends her funeral and how distraught they are, will reveal who her truly loyal friends, retainers, and servants are.

How will you show your grief at the Queen's Funeral? What will you arrive wearing and how will you behave so that the queen knows that you are her most loyal... friend?

*Beneath the page, another piece of paper appears:*

HAVE YOU ENDORSED YOUR WORLD ASSEMBLY DELEGATE YET? IF NOT WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR

Sheepy Hollow wrote:

*Long seeming abandoned, the bulletin board has not overgrown this time, instead it stands there, its pages fluttering in the gentle breezes that sweep the grasslands of Caer Sidi. From somewhere over the horizon a gentle baaing can be heard, and then another, and another. Rising into a swelling chorus of baaing almost seeming intent on shaking the sky down. As the herd comes over the horizon and floods the plains, returning to their grazing grounds as they begin to monch the delicious grasses.

A small lamb breaks away from its mother and approaches the bulletin board, staring up at it for a moment before bleating, as though asking what the board is waiting for.

The bulletin board shakes, trembles, and sheds the papers stuck to it like leaves falling in autumn. The drift to the ground and are promptly devoured by passing sheeps.

A new paper appears in their place, which reads:*

"unOFFFICAL QUESTION OF THE WHENEVER: The Queen is throwing a funeral for herself. She is not dead, and is in fact in absolutely perfect health. The same way she has been since she fist took the throne 300 years ago. She believes that by seeing who attends her funeral and how distraught they are, will reveal who her truly loyal friends, retainers, and servants are.

How will you show your grief at the Queen's Funeral? What will you arrive wearing and how will you behave so that the queen knows that you are her most loyal... friend?

*Beneath the page, another piece of paper appears:*

HAVE YOU ENDORSED YOUR WORLD ASSEMBLY DELEGATE YET? IF NOT WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR

As befits my position I will be arriving dishevelled, unwashed with red eyes and clearly sleep deprived, and at appropriate intervals throughout the event I shall scream incoherently and tear articles of my clothing until I am removed

Away from the crowd, two figures stand inconspicuously in a shadowy corner. One is a noble, dight in fine - though suitably sombre - attire and jewellery. The other a quiet man in a long, dark cloak, his face lost within the voluminous hood. The noble is discreetly pressing a purse of monies into the pale hands of his companion. This other man appears briefly confused, as he has not yet had time to carry out the appointed task, but takes the money anyway and slips silently away.

The representative from Rhanukhan, attired in garments all of one colour - as the funerary customs of her homeland dictate - observes this transaction and, while the noble makes a great show of his grief among his peers, she has a quiet word with one of the guards in attendance. A moment later the noble is politely, but firmly ushered out of the hall. The people he thought to be his friends are already making moves to dissociate themselves from him.

*sounds of a soda being drunk is heard*
Glad everyone's still okay. Especially the Wooloos... mostly the wooloos

we arise from the depths! worry not, for the chaosbringer has returned ;3

Sheepy Hollow wrote:

*baas and trots over for pets*

*gives them a head pat* hehehe. Wooloo.