This (Saturday, August 26th, 6pm GMT)!

Calling all scholars, students of language and wizards alike!

The first annual ULTIMATE SPELLING BATTLE will be held to see who is most capable in the arts of wordcraft! The Spelling Battle will be held, free of charge, for any who wish to attend, at the Sanctuary Arena in Upper. Use of magical aid is not allowed during battle, but magically-inclined individuals are welcome nonetheless!

The prize will be held as a mystery until the winner or winners are announced! You will be allowed to hear the definition of the word, or have it used in a sentence, in order to aid you in the Spelling Battle. If you are unable to complete a word, please refrain from commiting suicide, as this is only an exhibition and no honour will be lost.

If you are interested in attending or competing, please send word to Erin at the Rock Bottom Inn, room 3. You do not need to register before hand to enter the competition.

PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR MENTAL BLOODSHED AND THE ARDURE OF ULTIMATE SPELLING BATTLE! WIN HONOUR AND PRESTIGE! WHAT ARE YOU, A COWARD?

Sponsored by Tempus: Honour is just a gloveslap away.

A clumsy young man, stumbling over himself comes to the flier and, in a fit of excitement, hurries to his room in the Rock Bottom, tripping over his feet three times before he reaches his door. He sits down and hastily scribbles a letter in sloppy strokes

I'm interested! I'm interested!

Mason Andronas

Completing the note, he tries to walk through the door of his room without opening it first, and, upon reaching the hall and Erin's room, slips the note under the door, thunking his head hard against the zurkhwood the door is crafted from before shambling downstairs rubbing his forehead with a pained expression on his face. He sits down in the Lounge for a while, apparently waiting for something, and, upon realizing the event is likely not for a number of days more, decides to go find something else to do with his time.

*scribbled in the corner*

"Is the value of the prize at least 1,000 gold or the same value in magical items? I like to show off but frankly, I want a reward for my effort."

*In passing by her notice, the unspectacled Erin squints at the edition to her poster with a frown. Asking a friendly passerby to read it for her, she quickly marks out a check mark next to it in response, not trusting her penmanship without her glasses* (The answer is a resounding yes.)

a man walks, hiding, with a staff in his hand, and robes. he reads hasitly the letter, considers abit, and addsa note.

Stilgarr Freman.

he walks, hiding, and fades in the stairs down.

Restar *Walks buy a scribbles a name*

A reminder to all who wish to attend that the event will occur shortly more than eight hours from the time of this posting.

-Erin