I've got a golden ticket! (editor's note: it's paint not metal)

[Oryx]

S T A F F R O O M

FEHU: After I finished my request route, I was in front of the Atrium.  There was this strange woman there.  I think she was a tinker.  She was standing right behind me, looking up at the gates.  Just before she left she mumbled, "Nobody ever goes in, and nobody ever comes out." (editor's note: except virtually)

DRAUGR: And right she was, Fehu.  Not since the tragic day that [Previous Administration] closed [the clan].

FEHU: But Draugr, someone must be helping the Terash train the aides.

DRAUGR: Many must be helping them.

FEHU: But who?  Who are they?

DRAUGR: That is the biggest mystery of them all. (editor's note: they've been virtual!)


A L L A N A K

CRIER: And now, details on the sudden announcement that has captured the attention of entire known world.  Hidden among the countless role application requests are two gold tickets.   And to the two people who find them will come the most fabulous prize one could wish for: a rare opportunity to play a true-born Terash.

(Scene shifts to reveal a vine-sheltered courtyard, pale-clad figures moving beneath fragrant artotis trees)

CRIER: (continuing in over voice) And as if this were not enough, each winner before s/he receives their prize will be personally escorted through the Atrium grounds ...
. . .

AROMIT: They're all crazy!

DRAUGR: Sssshhh!  The storyteller's a genius!  She'll get a million applicants.

CRIER: (continuous) . . . by the mythical Oryx herself!

FEHU: Draugr, do you think I've got a chance to find one?

DRAUGR: No, Fehu, these roles are only for players.


Fine print: Role applications for Instructors can be submitted through the request tool. You should include a name, background and description. This opportunity expires within one week, so next Thursday at 10am my time the gates will close again and all others will be turned away, ("YOU GET NOTHING! GOOD DAY SIR!")

[Oryx]

This role opening is now...closed.