Achaean News
Revelry Unlocked
Written by: Katch Starling, Lady of the Carnival
Date: Saturday, November 23rd, 2024
Addressed to: Everyone
Hullo, friends!
The Carnivalis Institute of Jestering invites the world to Revelry Unlocked on the 5th of Ero, 962 AF! This will be a night of mirth, wonder, and whimsical exploration, where outsiders are invited to visit our beloved Carnivalis Estate in Delos.
Guided tours will be available, but for those intrepid explorers chomping like a humgii to dive right in, we'll allow you a bit of freedom to wander through our hilarious halls and help fill out your maps of Delos!
Ladies, gentlemen, and undecided others, step right up and prepare to be amazed! The price of admission? Not gold, not gems, not even your left shoe! Oh no, my friends, it's simply this:
Lend us your ears for a few moments as we tell you who we are and why the jest is best! But waita"here's more! For the low, low cost of your undivided attention, you'll also receive:
- A crash course in merriment
- An exclusive peek into our fun house mirrors
- And possibly a few extra giggles stashed in your inventory!
Carousel rides, historical artefacts, ice cream with Mr. Quackers, AND impromptu performances? Who could possibly resist such fun?!
If you're currently enemied to the CIJ, now's the time to correct what was surely either a misjudgement of a bad joke's hilarity or a case of tragically misinterpreted performance art. Hey, it happens to the best of us!
Even if you were temporarily afflicted by a serious case of greyface, that's a condition we're more than happy to help cure with laughter and joy. So, what are you waiting for?!
Lend us your ears now (we'll give them back, I promise!) and get ready to experience a night of wonder and more cheese-based humour than you thought possible!
Katch Starling
Lady of the Carnival
Posty-script: We are not responsible for any visitors who are eaten by Jaws or Eleanor, who become irretrievably lost in the maze of our Estate, or who decide to lurk within afterwards and find themselves deader than a suicide mouse with a short-lived bomb timer.
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Glacian, in the year 961 AF.
Revelry Unlocked
Written by: Katch Starling, Lady of the Carnival
Date: Saturday, November 23rd, 2024
Addressed to: Everyone
Hullo, friends!
The Carnivalis Institute of Jestering invites the world to Revelry Unlocked on the 5th of Ero, 962 AF! This will be a night of mirth, wonder, and whimsical exploration, where outsiders are invited to visit our beloved Carnivalis Estate in Delos.
Guided tours will be available, but for those intrepid explorers chomping like a humgii to dive right in, we'll allow you a bit of freedom to wander through our hilarious halls and help fill out your maps of Delos!
Ladies, gentlemen, and undecided others, step right up and prepare to be amazed! The price of admission? Not gold, not gems, not even your left shoe! Oh no, my friends, it's simply this:
Lend us your ears for a few moments as we tell you who we are and why the jest is best! But waita"here's more! For the low, low cost of your undivided attention, you'll also receive:
- A crash course in merriment
- An exclusive peek into our fun house mirrors
- And possibly a few extra giggles stashed in your inventory!
Carousel rides, historical artefacts, ice cream with Mr. Quackers, AND impromptu performances? Who could possibly resist such fun?!
If you're currently enemied to the CIJ, now's the time to correct what was surely either a misjudgement of a bad joke's hilarity or a case of tragically misinterpreted performance art. Hey, it happens to the best of us!
Even if you were temporarily afflicted by a serious case of greyface, that's a condition we're more than happy to help cure with laughter and joy. So, what are you waiting for?!
Lend us your ears now (we'll give them back, I promise!) and get ready to experience a night of wonder and more cheese-based humour than you thought possible!
Katch Starling
Lady of the Carnival
Posty-script: We are not responsible for any visitors who are eaten by Jaws or Eleanor, who become irretrievably lost in the maze of our Estate, or who decide to lurk within afterwards and find themselves deader than a suicide mouse with a short-lived bomb timer.
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Glacian, in the year 961 AF.