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Bor of Hazum began to fortify Mugmar's Circle against the infernal invaders as the Hill Giant Spiritual Leader worked to calm and keep his herd of absolutely horrified mammoths in check, less they run rampant in the forests and escape elsewhere. . . "Bor realleh wish Buddeh Dur wahs nae away roight now!" he said with a grumble, offering many prayers to MUGMAR: THE TITAN OF HAZUM as his chosen Voice lumbered about busy.

Dhen looked at the missive, simply saying “John’s insulting poem must of been too good. She is taking the ones he loves because she can’t make a better song. I must pen one for John to join the cause.” The thing then turned around and set to work writing down the next big Balian hit

(An advertisement posted towards the bottom of the notice board at your favorite watering hole) Are you exhausted by your ordinary, slow-moving, everyday life? Looking for a new hobby and an exciting way to spend your time and money? Do you have a need for speed? Welcome to the Babblebrook Railmeister's Club! We're a motley crew of minecart enthusiasts, drawn together by our love of the rails and the rush of high-speed minecart racing. What started as an efficient way for Halflings to move grain to the coast, was quickly co-opted by thrill-seeking Musin youth who took to riding the empty grain carts just "to see how fast they could go". This dangerous pastime was later formalized into the Babblebrook Railmeister’s Club. But we're more than just a club; we're a family, bonded by our shared love of minecarts and the freedom of the rails. As a member of the Babblebrook Railmeister's Club, enjoy these exciting amenities: Customize and decorate your own minecart to reflect your unique personality and style. Add souped up wheels and imported goose-grease. Experiment in our minecart garage and clubhouse. Participate in high-speed races and challenges on the area’s meticulously crafted minecart tracks. Explore the stunning landscapes and hidden gems around Babblebrook and Dunwen from the comfort of your individual minecart. Travel on group outings for a chance to ride some of the best minecart tracks (industrial and otherwise) in Aevos. The Babblebrook Railmeister's Club is seeking brave and adventurous souls from all races to join our minecart enthusiast club. Whether you're a seasoned rail veteran or a newcomer looking for your first big thrill, there's a place for you among the Railmeisters! All aboard for the ride of a lifetime!

Viktoria continues to squint through her confusion, unable to read her own name on the parchment.

[!] The missive was reprinted and re-distributed. (Apologies, it got messy in the copy + paste and I was being lazy)

Holly Galbraith sent a letter to Irene, her words filled with nothing but fury and determination .

Viktoria, a colorblind Ruthern, squinted at the missive in silence. "Var? Jest that what that says?"

The man lounged in his desk chair as he read the letter, before staring at the name for a moment. He'd take a minute to re-read it, before saying - loud enough for the Druid in the house to hear, "Oh **** off, you're alive?"

Ember The blind seer squints her closed eyes (Ooc: please fix the formatting much love)

A holly-adorned medic squinted as she read the missive. "Why would someone write with the same color ink as the paper? This isn't scary, this is illegible!"

John had found his husband's hat on the road - he picked it up, hoping to return it to him with a little lecture on 'how hard it is to make these', 'someone could have stolen it, you know', and the like. He got upon his metal steed and rode for the forests of Nevaehlen, the cap nestled upon its head, and settled down for a night's slumber in the trees. When he awoke, a bird pecked at him with a letter. He could do nothing but stare. The days in that month passed hazily. Rage triumphed over anything else, and when he had finally drawn out of it, his knuckles were bruised, nose broken, and much of his belongings pawned off or stolen. He could feel the familiar sting of orkish Light Dust burn his nostrils. Slowly, painfully, he shambled up. Beneath the missive that'd been nailed to the board, was another - bearing the man's handwriting and a single, bloody handprint as though it were some form of signature. "Do you know what nemesis means, Irene? I will teach it to you in blade and knuckle."

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Peregrine locks the **** in.

Peregrine sat upon a stool in the corner of their shared space, her head bowed and hands clasped upon her knees. Her wide eyes stared at nothing as she learned of the demise of her one and only student; the fallen Prince she uncovered from the ashes. He had risen like a phoenix, his flame snuffed out too soon. "I'm ready to see them bleed." Her fists tightened, the sapphire scars marring her skin sparking with lightning. There was no sadness in the heart of the Martyr Undying, but a rage that could only be cooled with blood.

Thinking. . . Thinking. . . "Diagnostic complete chance of reta-" BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ- HULL FAILURE: 10% ALERT- ALERT- ALERT DEPLOYING RECOVERY NOISE BEACON . . . . . . . . . | 𝚂̇𝚃̇𝙾̞𝙼͐𝙿 𝚂̇𝚃̩𝙾̞𝙼̞𝙿 𝚂͕𝚃̩𝙾̞𝙼̍𝙿 | "𝚃͐𝚑̍𝚎 𝚏̩𝚒͕𝚛̇𝚜̇𝚝 𝚘͕𝚏 𝚖̩𝚊͐𝚗̞𝚢̍. . ." A great evil held the heart of the once intelligence unit, HAL. . . . . . . Thinking . . . Updated all commands, repairs have been completed. "Welcome, Administrator, Gashadokuro."

Name: Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw Age: 21 Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld: Yes

A true, Braevosian farmer holds his ears of corn. He utters deep murmurs about how he will never have as much corn as the Xionist Lords.

Name: Dame Leoni of Acalonn Age: 21 Inhabitant?: Yes.

Port-County of Dúnkeld On the 10th of The Grand Harvest, 775 S.R With the completion of the two year term of Parliament in the Port-County of Dúnkeld, it has been ordered that registration for candidates shall be done for another term of two years. If more than three candidates register, then an election shall be held for which candidates shall take the three places. Registration Name: Age: Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld (or plan to be): 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 (OOC: Deadline to Register is 3 PM EST May 5th)