Statesmen, potentates, good citizens of Digiterra. As you know, the Order is highly selective in regards to those who may enter our dark halls. The road to our sanctum is long, and the hardships a supplicant face are plentiful and perilous. The Order’s trials are designed to test one’s strength, one’s resolve, one’s wisdom, and one’s very heart. And so few reach the end of the journey, to rest their weary bones by our hearth and warm their souls with our ales. Yet when a worthy pilgrim does find their way to our door, we take notice. And I am happy to announce that one such noble spirit has indeed made their way home.

Yet this gentle one is unlike any which have approached our halls before. He appeared on our doorstep, with neither cap on his head nor coin in his pocket. If a past he has, it has been misplaced. (Though it is written, and fortunately stored in the Order’s own archival athenaeum.) From his own paltry recollection, one would think he had formed from the darkness of nothingness at our gate; pure, untarnished, immaculate. This simple one was met by our Squire Hime Themis with courtesy, as well with the special reverence reserved for his kind. The Good Squire explained where the pilgrim was, who we were, and how he may best make his way to more suitable lodgings.

Yet he would not go.

Fearing his courteous tone had been lost on the foreigner, our Squire employed a more direct method of conversation. He could not stay, we had no place for him, there were no more rooms in the inn, and we were very sorry.

Yet he lingered, and would not go.

Reluctantly, a Page of the Order was instructed to don his simple armor, and escort our wayward friend to other pastures. In our Page’s efforts our visitor gibbered and yelped and called on spirits to avenge his weeping pride. Yet he would not stray, and perhaps those spirits heard him. For as the Order watched this dancing pilgrim again return to our door, he beguiled our sad fancy into smiling, as the poet almost said.

And so I am pleased to state that, by unanimous acclaim, this gentle soul may forgo service in Her Majesty’s Army Blackwater, and the rigors of the supplication trials are hereby waived. We invite you, Toffee, to join us in Her Majesty’s Halls, to present yourself before Sir Neboe, Knight Protector of the Order, who shall bestow upon you the title and rights of Court Jester.

Providence has brought you to us, and we shan’t cast you out, but instead we shall honor the wishes of Fortune to employ you as your talents demand.

Welcome, good Jester Toffee, our favorite fool.

It is seldom, in our abeyance, that messages make their way to us. That this one managed to traverse the great distance can only be an act of the most divine Providence, for we would have languished forever in desolation and despair had we not known of this tremendous and wonderful addition to the Order we hold so very dear. There have been many who, purposely or no, have been considered for the plum role which has now been filled. But we can say with assurance that no prior candidate possessed nearly the ineffable, the innate, the inimitable foolishness of Toffee, and we can only marvel and rejoice in our shared good fortune that the motley and bells were never bestowed until this day.

Nobles all, we embrace you and send our best love and heartiest congratulations on this fine addition.

I, for one, welcome Toffee to our congregation and look forward to his practiced renditions of of merriment and mirth for our collective pleasure. It brings me even greater pleasure to see that this matter has been approved by Her Majesty in person. Toffee, you bring such joy to our lives. Well met.

I also welcome Toffee may the light of our Rose guide you, as you continue to bring us much joy.

All courts need a jester. It is a vital role, yet one that must be selected carefully. A bad jester is worse than no jester.

Congratulations on finally filling this role. May his jokes never grow old and his humor never reflect cable tv.

How can we do anything other than welcome the motley clad? There has been a lack of mirth of late and he shall be welcomed with the laughter he deserves. How we have survived for so long with no fool to entertain us is a mystery.

Congratulations to the new jester and The Order of the Black Rose.


I really love reading your announcements and appreciate the gentility you all bring to our news.

Congratulations to the new Jester and the Order of the Black Rose.

I only wish my response could be as well written as the original announcement.

Congratulations to Jester Toffee and to the Order of the Black Rose for finding each other in dark times.

Congratulations, good Jester Toffee.

As has been said before, a Jester is just as much of a necessity as all other good members of the Order.

I think I have met this Jester before, he is surely a good addition to your fine Order.

Good luck Jester Toffee!

Our equivalent of the Village idiot...

Can't Complain!

Congrats on filling this position, OBR.

I guess I will put my motley away for another day.

Congrats Toffee I am jealous

Glad to see toffee finally making something of himself.

Amusing.

Congratulations on your commission, toffee. It's a role I know you are born to fill.

I happened to snap a picture of toffee in action during the application process.



Go Jester, Go.

Let my word be my bond. This Toffee shall become unstuck!!!!!

Congratulations Toffee, you have achieved a very special sort of greatness. Umbrella bids you a humorous and amusing tenure with our magnanimous neighbors, The Order of the Black Rose.

May your sticking be with you Toffee!

'Army backwater'?? I'm sure your BLACKwater minions would find that characterization unfair.

In any event, congrats, I suppose. It's not like one more clown on Planet Bob makes a whole lot of difference.

Fine catch. A slip of the quill may blight the parchment, and this was by no means my worst.

Toffee? In Blackwater?

That's fantastic. Grats you little Frenchie.

Nope, in the Order!

A fine jester, I should say.

IC: Congratulations, OBR.

OOC: Robert Frost is a great poet.

Ovide, I always enjoy seeing you post. Always. Congrats to the Order and her new Jester. You know what they say though. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere. Here's hoping your new fool shines bright.

All of us in the entire Rosular Kingdom (read: The Order of the Black Rose, Blackwater & the Realm of The Rose) are most pleased with the display of tomfoolery thus far exhibited by our new Jester. It pleases the Court to see him dance as he does.