Queen Daukhera’s Scribe Replies to Enestrie
The Queen responds to Enestrie, or, well, a scribe on behalf of Her Majestical Royalness. Herself is evidently busy … scouring … Pinefar.
Category: Towns
Topic: Icemule TraceDate: 04/26/2018 10:27 AM CDTFrom: THIRATA1Subj: Letter to Her Majesty: Queen Daukhera DarkflorrEnestrie sits at her writing desk and carefully pens a note on a pristine white scroll to the Queen.“Your Majesty,
You were missed at the Grand Opening of the Icemule Citizens Tent last eve.
The new Citizens tent features a most efficient sentinel at the entrance with all the sassiness we are so fond of from halflings.Councillor Emeritus Igerone generously came to oversee the ceremony, making sure that all citizenship pins were acquired by Icemulers.
He took the time to beautifully engrave each citizen’s name and the date of their citizenship on every pin.
A fine cart of refreshments bore a newly released Nihala’s Reserve wine which was an especially poignant touch.
You will love the announcement board in the main room of the tent, for now all decrees and announcements may be recorded there for Icemule Citizens.
There is a room for new citizens in which to find donated warm attire, which will help protect them from the wintery environs as they get settled here in Icemule.
The large meeting room features a lecturn where you or other speakers can store your notes, and command your audience with a large comfortable bench, and plenty of space for everyone to gather! This room is comfortably warmed by a masterfully crafted stove. No longer will you have to conduct gatherings out in the weather!
The comfort of our townsfolk and you will be well-served by this wonderful new establishment courtesy of ICICLE.I do hope you will visit the tent and make use of it soon.”
Sincerely,
Enestrie, High Priestess of Lorminstra
LightWeaver, House White Haven
Intercessor, ICICLECarefully sealing the scroll with a wax seal in the shape of a silvery “E”, Enestrie calls, “Calpa!”
Calpa merrily skips into the room. “Yes, M’lady?”
Enestrie cautions: “You must make yourself presentable at once and hand deliver this note to Queen Daukhera Darkflorr and be polite, as well as hasty! Do not cause the Queen any ire!”
Calpa pales. “You……..want…….me……….to deliver this to the Queen? In person?”
Calpa begins to wail mournfully, wringing her hands. She cries: “Oh M’Lady! I am sorry! Have I offended you so that you would send me straight to my death?”
Enestrie giggles at Calpa. “Shush, it is not that bad, the Queen will be delighted to accept your note. But do not tarry too long or touch anything!”
Calpa takes the scroll and carefully secures it in her pack. She rushes to Enestrie and hugs her. Calpa woefully replies, “If I do not return, know that I care for you greatly, M’Lady”
Calpa straightens up, does her best to look “heroic” and with a dramatic sigh, hurries away.
“To Enestrie, Cleric of Lorminstra:
On behalf of Her Majesty, the Most Exalted and Beautiful Queen Daukhera,
I give you thanks for your correspondence.
Indeed, the Queen had a representative report to her from the opening of the citizen’s tent, just to keep an eye,
as she is largely busy overseeing the scouring of Pinefar amidst this weather
(and with horrendous help, as you may have heard),
and could not attend, and likely did not care to much, as she has no desire to interfere in “governance” affairs
given her bloodline, thus her claim to royalty and authority with no one has need to debate as we well know.
She remains politically neutral, but appreciative of the continued betterment of Icemule for her Friends such as you,
and again praises the gifts of makeup and nail polish, having not had such luxuries during a thousand years of injustice.
(A note: more gifts grow increasingly appropriate given the lack of progress in the mountains and
Her Majesty’s temper of late should a spontaneous visit to the town soon occur.)
Regards,
Her Youthful Excellence’s humble scribe”
FGM Necios
Overlord of Icemule Trace
Subscriptions team flunky
Champion of subject/verb agreement
Honorary BADNAME committee chair
The ghostly voice of Dirvy softly says, “Just shove my soul back in me where it belongs.”