Hello good little boys, girls, and animated constructs of Stormreach! I’ve sent this letter via the Orien courier service ahead of my arrival on Monday! I can’t wait to see you again! Please enjoy this festive poem to tide you over until my flight lands and I get settled in. Happy Festivult!

Festivult 2010

Twas the night before Festivult, and all through the game
The players were looking for Medusa to frame
The Chronoscope’s magic was in Tremas’ care
In hopes that some suckers… adventurers soon would be there

Then that little old Dwarf arrived with his packs
Offering even more Festivult snacks
In exchange for coins - copper, silver, and gold
Hidden in treasure chests earned by the bold

The cookies were nestled all snug in the banks
With buffs for divines, arcanists, and tanks
But it was so crowded, even with more shared space
That the cookies were starting to get frowny faced

When out from the Store there arose such a clatter
As ceramic containers became all the chatter
Cookie jars were here to hold Festivult treats
To free up room for loot without need of deletes!

“Now Velah! now, Titan, Beholder, and Xyzzy
In, Abbot! In, Stormreaver, Hezrou, and Abishai!
To the cookie jar with you, where you’ll wait to be eaten
To ensure the real versions of you can be beaten!”

Jack Frostbite sprang in with a toe like a missile
And called down from the ice jumps to all with a whistle
“Hey Jester don’t steal all the festive lime light!
Happy Festivult to all, and may you come try a flight!”