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a friendly wager
FORM: Sending crystal as well as notices in the Tavern + Great Hall.
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: All the Inquisition!
WHAT: Thranduil issues a challenge.
WHEN: First of Bloomingtide, contest itself set on 8th Bloomingtide
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Possibly fixed contests, Thranduil trolling for allies. See notes!
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: All the Inquisition!
WHAT: Thranduil issues a challenge.
WHEN: First of Bloomingtide, contest itself set on 8th Bloomingtide
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Possibly fixed contests, Thranduil trolling for allies. See notes!
[ thranduil sends his message later in the afternoon, his polite, deep voice precise and careful as he first greets, then settles down to the mear of the matter: ]
Good afternoon. I am Thranduil, a rifter, arrived last month. [ he pauses, to catch the attention of whomever might have their crystal nearby. ] I seek to return the hospitality shown to my son and I. I propose an archery contest, open to all residents of Skyhold. For the winner, fifty crowns. The next-best, twenty, and the third- ten.
[ where did he get the money? who knows shh. ]
Those interested should come to treeline in the valley on the eighth of Bloomingtide at noon.
[ he stops, as if he might be finished, but then: ]
And further, if anyone finds themselves able to beat my son, Legolas, I will offer them their choice of ring from my fingers. [ he sounds, already, terribly amused. ]
((ooc: SO this is mostly for thranduil and legolas to court allies. people are free to challenge him in an attempt to win a ring! but it is legolas shooting so. the money prizes will be rng'd.))
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[Will she win anything? Probably not, her archery isn't that great. But it's an excuse to hang out.]
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Come now, you have nothing to lose.
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[ not that he'll get sick. ]
Are the Men here prone to over-serving themselves?