The dawn before Our Twelfth Night was crisp and clear in the Shire of Rusted Woodlands. The cooks peeled and chopped a mountain of vegetables, the staff packed and prepped, and the populace readied themselves for a wondrous time. The sun was high and clear, yet clouds gathered on the horizon.
A storm was brewing.
The air was thick with impending snow, winds threatened to rise, and temperatures began to drop. In fear of Mother Nature and her Winter Mantle did the site of our celebration close its doors, shutter its windows and prevent all entrance to the joys planned therein.
But hope was not lost! Straight away did our event steward, Lady Rosamund d'Alwareton, put out call after call, after call, after call. We were astounded; the event was moved to the next weekend and messages dispatched heralding the news to all and sundry.
We had our solution and Our Twelfth Night went on. And we laughed a little louder, danced with more fervor, ate with a fiercer joy and looked at the halls with brighter eyes, knowing that disaster had been averted.
Now, in celebration of the quick wits and ready tongue of our servant Lady Rosamund Do we Rapturous Darius and Blithesome Alethea, King and Queen of the East have the honor to induct her into Our Order of the Burdened Tyger.
Done this day the 11th of April, Anno Societatis XLIII at Coronation of Andreas and Gabriella in Our Shire of Nordenhal.
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