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=♦= In the charming castle town of Babblebrook, nestled snugly within the rolling hills and verdant meadows of Dúnfarthing, the Musin people hold dear their rich tapestry of traditions and holidays. Among these cherished celebrations, none is more eagerly anticipated than the Sweetberry Festival, a joyous homage to the delectable fruit that has woven itself into the very fabric of Musin culture. [!] A Group of Musin celebrating a harvest of Sweetberries during the festival Originating in the earliest annals of Musin history, the Sweetberry Festival traces its roots back to a time of liberation and newfound freedom. Legend has it that the Musin, weary of their oppression under the tyrannical rule of the ratiki overlords, embarked on a daring escape from a mysterious island, its name now lost to the winds of time. It was when they arrived on Almaris, amidst the lush foliage and towering trees, that they encountered the enigmatic Giant, a benevolent figure who bestowed upon them the gift of the sweet, succulent berry that would come to be known as the Sweetberry. Captivated by the tantalizing taste and boundless gene square is transformed into a bustling marketplace, alive with the vibrant colors and enticing aromas of freshly picked Sweetberries. From dawn until dusk, Musin of all ages come together to revel in the delights of this cherished fruit, engaging in a plethora of activities and competitions that pay homage to its sweetness and versatility. In one corner of the square, skilled jam makers labor over bubbling cauldrons, concocting an array of tantalizing preserves and spreads to be sampled and savored by eager festival-goers. Nearby, bakers ply their trade, crafting an assortment of mouth watering pastries and desserts infused with the irresistible flavor of Sweetberries. Artists and poets alike find inspiration in the luscious hues and delicate fragrance of the Sweetberry, their creations adorning the walls of makeshift galleries and echoing through the air in melodic verse. Children frolic amidst fields of wildflowers, their laughter mingling with the joyful strains of music that drift through the warm summer breeze. As the sun dips below the horizon and the stars twinkle overhead, the Sweetberry Festival reaches its climax with a grand feast fit for royalty. Tables groan under the weight of sumptuous dishes, each one lovingly prepared and infused with the essence of Sweetberries. And as the Musin people gather together to dine and raise their voices in song, they offer silent thanks to the Giant whose gift has brought them together once more, united in celebration and bound by the sweet bonds of friendship and community. For in the heart of Babblebrook, amidst the laughter and the music, the spirit of the Sweetberry Festival lives on, a testament to the enduring power of love, hope, simple joys of life. =♦=

This is extremely cool

Upon a fine morning a monastic knight poured over the contents of the fine poetry over a cup of warm Matcha tea and, feeling inspired, he decides to write a poem of his own to reflect on recent events: "Scourges of the world, Duty-bound we are to slay, A mirthless quandary, With sin comes a price to pay."

The tall, freshly sworn in Petran knight rubs his hand togeather "Joust huh - perhaps ea win over some hearts!" he says to himself and goes to pick out his BEST fur hat.

Princess Rowena grinned as she received her invitation, preparing her best dress for the ceremony and her armor for the joust.

The Commandant of the White Comet had little love for mortal squabbles. He therefore prayed that one would not spark from this.

After providing her approval for the act, Wisteria excitedly set herself to learning the newly declared language of her home.

Rickard grinned with pride at his daughters merchantile nature. "She is a good daughter. Lots of work across multiple nations. It's all up from here."

How did this manage to make my day but ruin at the same time. Please help i cant unsee it

Name: Moss Age: 51+ Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld (or plan to be): Yes!

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Full Name of Man - Tobiasz Sarkozic Date of Birth of Man - 1937 Full Name of Woman - Feliska Jana von Augusten Date of Birth of woman - 1937 Location of Ceremony - St. Michael's Chapel; Petra. Location of Ceremony (Year) - 1973 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Mother Alrisha

Should do it for every magic then, right?

Eloise sits alone in a tree her old bones had no business being able to climb and tears fell as she gazed up to the sky. Her best friend was gone. This was perhaps the first death that she did not break down and scream for, and it was only because she knew Waclaw would be happy to hold his wife again. She climbs down, hoping to find Artel and get a much-needed hug.

Camilla Monika Falkner raised a glass to her family at their achievement. @thisuserisok@MuziekAapje @najtik @Barbie

Port-County of Dúnkeld On the 8th of The First Seed, 773 S.R To authorize the right for the Sovereign of the Port-County to form any contracts either within writing or in verbal conversation in regards to the distribution of lands and taxation under the control of the Charter of Dúnkeld to any individual or organization for the purpose of settling without prior consent from the Parliament, and the right to grant Dúnkeld citizenship to any individual without the prior consent of the Parliament. Lin, MP 🜹 Yes Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw, MP 🜹 Yes Madelyn Noryth, MP 🜹 Yes Signed by, Sovereign of the Port-County of Dúnkeld, Unlanded Countess of Old Pinemaw, The Silver Quill, Laird in the Kingswood, Defender of the Rozanian Realm, Ellie Ambrose Kagura-Maelstorm-Aurelius-Pinemaw Inspector of the Port-County of Dúnkeld, The Favorite Sorvian of Lurin, Bestfriend of Ellie Pinemaw, Most Spoiled Construct in Aevos, Kleptomaniac, Holder of Deranged Ideas, First Ever Sorvian Mage, Claimer of Free Land, Best Lawyer in the Business, Moss Mawce Kervallen

“Seems I won’t be wasting my time then. Gratitude towards the law system of this nation.” Dhen spoke out as it returned back to holding a blunt and awkward conversation with a passing by citizen

Dhen read on, having accidentally torn a bit of its own copy when flipping through the pages. The thing was impressed at the quality and ease on the eyes of the reader “I must reach out to this Cosima the print smith.”

Gottfried smiled the suns smile "I love Reinmar and Numendil."

She's dead bestie So like. In heaven I guess

Rafael is ready to abuse his power to enforce state mandated botanical gardens. "Hyspia will bloom" The garden tyrant declared.

Various mumblings and whispers would be heard from Josephine as she ascended the Hand of Horen about the peculiar nature of a chicken leg and an egg being friends...

(Out of the sake of phone formatting please bare with me) ”they protected her- they should of just…” in a distant memory The dame saw flashes of smiles glancing towards her. “Let’s go on an adventure mom!” ”they cursed her- Elena, I’m sorry. We failed you.” The memories flashed by continued the scene Into a dark cabin “you knew little of me, you cared for my own- as if they were yours” The disturbed flashes came with echos, insanity? Grief? Maybe even some sort of regret confused as pity? Thus her eyes gazed into the large waterfall that stood before her, the jungles singing with nature as she stood in this broken and shattered boulder. ”The duty is all I have left, If they wish to keep the victim in such state, then they can also cure her on their own…” the paladin laughed almost out of no where. “so much for order”

Camilla Falkner read the royal letters with a frown. "My dear cousin Wilhemina, don't you know your family has just settled into a snake pit?" The baroness remarked with her morning tea.

Brutal but accurate.