[AdmiralDigi]

What is news to rejoice for, for some, is lost on Aisenliche.

Missive finally spreads, the Dragon of Dreams survived the sinking of Pscaela - this much is long known by some. But his lifespan is drawing to an end, this is no secret to those of the Fel circles and spheres of influence. At least, if it is, it is not a well kept one. 

Perhaps it was once the height of secrecy, but the Dragon has little left waiting for him in this realm.

And nothing, in the next.
Wyrms deliver letter pinned to feet and wings, when culled- for what they are- the scrawlings on their leather make themselves known to hunters. When discovered as pests and critters, they leave behind notes in dens of rats and in nests of city-birds.

"A party. 
A celebration.
That's what this is for most people, isn't it? So it shall be."

Aisenliche's castle. (No, he's not handing out directions to it. If you know, you know.)
He will die.
Friday, the 8th.
1 PM EST

[AdmiralDigi]

My two daughters, the people I want there most, cannot make Friday.
Quietly prolongs my life as any good lich should

Saturday, the 9th.
2 PM EST.

[Sanguine415]

It appears that the invitation list of the funeral had been missing important names. Names now long lost to Ganlodur and further expeditions, and yet one remained.

"Aisenliche, though Orthys and Kraggen remain not to witness yer doom, ye' can be certain I have not forgotten your place in the Book of Grudges. Yer the worst kind of filth. Undead and a dragon to boot? Since I was a boy, yer antics have plagued me. No longer! The Dwarves march to make sure you die for good this time."

It appears that experimental Dwarven land ships are spotted arriving forth in the waters beside sunken doom! A raid, a simple cause for battle, a forgotten grudge? Who can say.

[Astronomical]

Amidst preparations for the celebratory moment dedicated to the Dragon of Dreams, the rumbling of innovative ships atop waves can be viewed on the horizon nearing the lands by which her father's Castle rests concealed.

If they are to land, they will be met with one of his beloved daughters, Viraliche, who rests a sign to ward off those who threaten opposition to whatever is to occur for this Celebration.

Those of lesser variety who find themselves crossing this boundary are attacked relentlessly, with only few of Daggar Coalthooth's Dwarf allies kept alive to return; whether they end up in Crownforge's Stonehaven or other cities- the same message will reiterate, meant for the Dwarven King.

"Keep away if you know what's good for you, Daggar Coaltooth.
I care not for what Yurgir, Orthys, or Kraggen missed out in in their absence for solitude, and what you haven't forgotten.

If you show up, or any Dwarves in your steed, and cross my set boundary, you will regret that decision immensely.

You get one warning."

There is a prompt sign or two resting atop the shoreline, and in large letters does it read to turn back or face consequences.