An invitation was mailed to every member of the Vanguard. It was on crisp, snow white parchment, and penned in Ambrosine’s delicate and precise hand. With green ink, of course.

Dearest Friend,
Your are hereby cordially invited to a Wintersday gathering! We will begin the evening at my residence in Divinity’s Reach, before moving on to an amusement or two for the evening.
I’ll provide plenty of food and, yes, ale. I do run a brewery so I expect even the Norn among us will be satisfied. 
Please let me know if you will be attending, so that I can arrange a casual little gift exchange.*
When: December 17th
Dress code: Nothing that would put you at a disadvantage in a snowball fight….

((*I’m still working out the exact details of how this would work, but please put your hat in the ring even if you’re not sure you can attend. No actual items need be involved, this is just for RP fun. I figure if you can’t come last minute, then you and your assigned ‘secret santa’ can work things out in RP later or journals.))

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  • fiel
    November 27, 2018 at 12:59 pm
    Fiel folds the invitation. "Ale? Well count me in." He briefly wondered if cute undead turtle doves would make for a good gift... but only briefly.

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