Members of the guild are currently struggling to finish their essays without unintended poetic flourishes appearing.
What started as a simple experiment with enchanted squid pigment has turned into a lyrical catastrophe for the calligraphy guild. Every attempt at a standard historical summary has resulted in a series of spontaneous, albeit somewhat dramatic, couplets that refuse to cease.
The club president, Seraphine Clove, is currently seeking a neutralizing agent to restore standard prose to their parchment. Until this magical mishap is resolved, all club communications and official guild announcements will be delivered in much more rhythmic, and significantly more annoying, poetic formats.
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