A Grand Re-Invention, or, Gond but not Forgotten

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A Grand Re-Invention, or, Gond but not Forgotten
« on: January 26, 2021, 05:07:14 PM »
The House of Gond has long been overlooked by many travelers and locals in Essembra. For the many decades that Gulmarin Reldacap, the High Smith, has been in charge here they have operated a mostly closed door - only briefly and quickly (and grumpily) dealing with the matters brought to them by craftsfolk, faithful, and even church visitors. Still, the works that came from Reldacap's private workshop have gone down in renown among his colleagues, rumor has it that the venerable priest's mortal clock has ticked its last tock.

Early last month -Nightal- a few nosy folk spotted that Caldeen, Reldacap's personal assistant, was hiring messengers at the Watchful Eye and swiftly dispatched them. A day ago, a spectacle arrived in response. A halfling man, clad in bright saffron with a broad hat atop his head, wandered into town on the shoulders of a strange, metal man. This weird mechanical figure set him down in front of the House of Gond, and the pair of them disappeared into the temple and have not yet ventured back out.

Today, Caldeen emerged from the temple to pin the following notice to the door.

Quote from: A fine parchment marked with the cog sign of Gond in gold leaf
Good Folke of Essembra

At the Last Day of this Weeke and Monthe
Shall be Held for the Public in this Hall
The Enthronement of a new High Smith of this House
And Memorial Service for High Smith Reldacap

All Faithful and Friends be welcome

Tea & Buffet - Donations accepted



Who: Anyone and everyone!

What: Let's start the year off with a small social :) The Gondites are reinventing themselves and it's an excuse for a little bit of a party and some networking.

When: Sunday 31 January 3pm ET / 8pm UTC

Where: The House of Gond, Old Town, Essembra.
« Last Edit: January 26, 2021, 05:20:06 PM by Druie »
Her skin is pale, her eyes are red,
Her leaden voice commands the dead,
To rise and stand beside their dreadful queen.
No mortal power escapes her thrall,
Her hunger will consume us all,
And even now I hear her call: Jolene