[Metrice]

A long-awaited Fais do-do.

A flier with a small colorful image of dancing crocodilians was sent throughout the empire, its vassals, and to most of the country; albeit those amenable to such an invitation. It was a chance for merriment, for good Kreyol food and music to boot. One that was soon to be hosted, in only a few month's time for both the small folk and magi alike.

No matter the circumstances, there was always a purpose to celebration. Even in the midst of failure one could find a reason to be joyous. Lest their sorrows and inhibitions take root, and bitterness overwhelm one's resolve.

"'Dissa here bein' an invitation for all 'dem folk 'dat needin' some time for restin'. Out in Myridia 'dissa here boy is hostin' a fais do-do! Somet'ing I ain't doin' in six decades me, mais am t'inking it bein' time.
 
Be comin' on out to 'da Silent Expanse, down to Myridia 'dere! We goin' to be celebratin', merrymakin', and settin' 'bout managin' some fiiiiine Kreyol eatin'. All ya'll who wantin' to joinin' us bein' welcome.
 
Save for 'dem gris-gris couyons, if I see ya'll I'll kill ya'll. "Dat includes you Void Cultists too, buncha pooyie lavette filt'.
 
Anyhow, bring your smiles and 'dem empty bellies! 'Dissa here goin' to be wort' it."

The missives were sent to all who wished to partake of such a joyous occasion. With barred exceptions to the enemies of Myridia, and to any that practice the dark arts, those of Fel or Voided mentalities.

Such magics were not tolerated within the Myridian Empire.

Date: Tuesday March Seventeenth 6:00 PM EST.

Location: Myridia.