Hearken, ye merry and whimsical beasts of the Realm!
I, thy humble herald and promoter of mirthful gatherings, do bid thee lend thine ears. I come to beseech thee to put forth a most noble event — one wherein folk who seek adventure, the honing of craft, or delight may tempt fortune, prove their prowess, or simply partake in the joys of rest and fellowship and be drawn to thy revels with the merry strains of music and cheer!
Shouldst thou possess such a merry happening, let not thy plans remain hidden in shadow. Send them unto me, and I shall bear them on wings of word to the furthest fires of the encampment. Let adventurers, bards, and wanderers near or afar be drawn by the call — whether in pursuit of glory, craft, or joyous revelry amid harp and horn beneath the stars.
Deliver thy missive unto me, thy Steward of Merriment, in the form thus outlined and I shall inscribe it for all to see:
The title of thy noble gathering:
Speak plainly of what mirth, challenge, or craft awaits those who attend:
The one who doth take up the mantle of host for this revel:
When the bells shall toll to commence the merriment:
Where within the realm shall this gathering unfold:
I bid thee, let thy tidings reach mine hands ere the 25th day of July, if thou wouldst see thy merry revel inscribed upon the sacred scroll of printed lore, to be passed from hand to hand 'neath sun and star.
Your Herald of Revelry and Joyous Mischief,
Xander Frost~