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Only Sub 8 Norwooding Males have problems with Berry Bushes; they feed the starving and ever wandering pink tags who left to their own devices would shrivel up from hunger in the wild. Sorry Communists, but Berries are here to stay.

Wilford has to lean back in his desk chair to actually get any sort of idea as to what is partner is waving at him. When he’s handed the paper he holds it rather close to his face, squinting through his glasses as he reads. As he nears the end, his eyes light up. “Oh-! Oh!!” He looks up from the missive with a wide smile, “I’m glad t’ey enjoyed et- I was worried et was tae simple-“ The aging Knight pauses, glancing around the study for a moment. “Maybe et’s time fer an update.” @Hom

Charles Alstion let out a sigh as he thought of the night spent at the first destination of the royal tour "I hope that the rest of our hosts will be as nice as the Reinholds. We should pay them a visit some day, naturally once the royal tour is over!" The Crown Prince said with a smile to his wife - Hedwig of Warsovia @ibiou

"Now that surely is a model Templar." Commented Peter after reading both notes through his newly acquired metal maw, hints of sarcasm hard to detect through his slurred speech.

[!] A note would be added under this one: Buy it... Buy it and i'll decorate my home with carpets made out of Starbreaker skin, buy it and you'll be damning your kin to not learn the intricacies of Automaton crafting. Buy it and i'll make sure that every elf that has or will ever put a foot on this world will learn Golemancy, twisting it to never be an art of your kin again. - E

“Look at this!” Atticus is beaming as he dashes into the study, waving the paper in Wilford’s face- Then, actually handing it to him so he can read it. “I didn’t expect something like this- I mean, our occasion was fairly humble- But this is wonderful!” He pauses to wring his hand out, then chuckles. “Her Highness has fantastic penmanship- It’s an honor to be described in her writing. Do you think we’ve really outgrown the house though?” He questions, thoughtfully. @mothsthetic

Lady Adelyn Reinhold was thrilled that Her Highness thought so highly of her. She would indeed plan to make more appearances within the Province.

actually I just released I have world edit and can can delete them all myself... hmmm...

Counting down the months until I wed the Lord of Alba, together we had planned meticulously our pathway after marriage and the impending duration of our honeymoon. With the confederation only born only hours after the announcement of our engagement, I suggested to Prince Charles that we should embark on a royal tour whilst we are still young and full of optimism; a chance to know our future vassals, both of Petran and Aaunish origin. Thus, the ROYAL TOUR OF ALBA was born. Within the year did we begin to lay out the foundations of our visits, contacting noble lords and ladies alike upon their availability. Each location we are to visit will be recorded and published for the use of education amongst the PARADISIAN COURT, so that future generations will know of their noble peers and landholders’ humility; an example made of them. The first stop of our tour found ourselves in the heart of the Petran province: VALLAGNE. There, the VISCOUNTY OF STORMONT and seat of HOUSE REINHOLD reside. I confess, dear reader, that I had not known the VISCOUNTY OF STORMONT too well before our visit. Yet, upon our arrival into Vallagne we noticed that despite a lack of place of their own outside the once-capital of Petra, they had made themselves at home in their corner of town. Our entourage approached Manor Raònoir, and made our presence known. Upon first glance could I tell that both Sir Reinholds prided themselves on their gentility, for when they showed their faces did they beam as radiant as the sun. SIR WILFORD REINHOLD in particular took my interest, as he offered a polite bow and asked us how our evenings had gone. No time was wasted after first introductions, for we were welcomed into the manor before we knew it. SIR ATTICUS REINHOLD informed us that their newly-established family prided themselves on their artisans; craftsmen, painters, and architects. Whilst I found the space of the manor well-utilised for a makeshift exhibition of one’s family crafts, I could not help but feeling as though they would be better suited for somewhere humble, yet their own, to have rooms and rooms of artwork proudly displayed for all to see. Established art galleries instead of a salon-made. Yet, enough of my nitpicking. My royal husband is not one to engross himself in the arts, but that did not stop him from engaging with the paintings.Whilst I took to discovering the history of House Reinhold and how they came to live in Petra, he and our esteemed companions braved the parlour for artefact viewing. I will not dabble much into the history of House Reinhold (I believe you should, dear reader, take the time to ask the good sirs yourself), but I admired the devotion and work they put into establishing themselves amongst the ranks. Two great minds, each with different skill sets, came together to form a strong partnership. They are a testament to what great effort can award you in life. Here I note how incredibly informed LADY ADELYN REINHOLD, the heiress of Stormont, was. She did not hesitate to enlighten everyone on the painter, her aunt Angelina. She is an esteemed architect throughout the province. I was not familiar with her work before spotting her portraits upon the wall, but dare I say Princes Charles and I now are now fans of her artistry. In my eyes, Lady Adelyn should appear more in society so that she may grace others with her presence for she was a delight to be around. One piece that piqued my interest was an open sketchbook by Lord Oliver Reinhold. Sketches, both in colour and lack of, displayed various pieces of clothing. Some were formal dresses, others casual daywear, though it was clear upon further inspection that. There was even a mannequin in his tailoring. I express my utmost, and commend him on his fine needlework. I have yet to meet Lord Oliver, but when I do I shall put him in good word with my own Mistress of the Robes, Miss Lucia. From then did a man of our flank, squire George Halcourt, find himself engrossed in a blade displayed. Our attention was drawn towards the encounter, like a moth to a flame, that I could not help but marvel. Sir Wilford was the first to speak on the dagger, which we found out was his craftsmanship. George was able to wield the blade himself, which proved to the knights of Petra his future alongside them in the knighthood of the Heartlander Confederation. Sir Wilford's work was impressive, given his extensive years of refining his talents. One ought to seek the lord out for commissions. Due to the group’s size, Sir Atticus asked us whether or not we had an interest in archery. I opted to sit out of this activity as I wield particularly poor aim unlike my party-goers, who appeared excited for the opportunity to show off their archery skills. We found ourselves being led through the Vallagne square and out of the city walls, until we reached a point which one could only describe as a small campsite, with a few placed targets. The winner was Count Emilio Varoche, whose aim with a bow will remain victorious amongst the congregation. The reward he will be given is a weapon designed in his likeness by Sir Wilford. The game, whether spontaneous or planned beforehand, was a breath of fresh air and provided much needed fun to a day of sight-seeing. We look forward to seeing Sir Atticus and Sir Wilford Reinhold as they continue to embark on changing the legacy of the Petran province. Furthermore, we would be delighted to visit again in the foreseeable future and thank them for their time. The Viscounty of Stormont shall receive a COMMEMORATIVE PIN in honour of their hospitality. WRITTEN AND SELF-PUBLISHED; In the Hand of Horen at Whitespire, On the 10th of Horen's Calling, 1976. Her Royal Highness, HEDWIG OF WARSOVIA, Crown Princess-consort of Aaun, Lady Chamberlain of the Paradisian Court & the Lady of Alba

I'm a simple man. I wander around in the woods, I see a berry bush, I pick the berries. Berries are the quintessence of what makes LOTC, LOTC. Imagine a world without berry bushes! Imagine a world wherein, you could not just pick up food and consume it with impunity. Imagine a world where your freedom of choice of forest cuisine is limited to the very few animals that spawn given the servers frequently high player count! This is not a world I wish to live in! The berry bush MUST remain! For time immemorial the berry bush has served as a one-stop-shop for mankind's greatest benefit: free food. Players, these are the facts as I understand them: 1. The berry bush provides free food 2. The berry bush stings when you touch it 3. The berry bush is a prevalent plant in Aevos 4. The berry bush is God Without such a convenient food source you take away from anyone who is just wandering around! Think of the CHAOS that will ensue without the berry bush. It is one of the most important staples of the diet of the wanderer, of the mendicant monk, of the WORLD. We must have the berry bush, nay, we NEED the berry bush. Without it? What do we have? What do we surrender? Should we surrender our right to food!? To water?! To HAPPINESS!? I think not. You take away the berry bush, I take away your kneecaps.

wouldn't be as fkn annoying if ur horse didn't lose 1-2 hearts every time u got caught in one. use them for ur wall defenses whatever but they serve 0 purpose being sporadically hidden in clusters of grass so I cannot fathom why people would have any desire to keep them outside of city defense

[!] Another note is promptly nailed on top of the note throughout various notice boards across Aevos.

ᚾᚨᚱᚡᚨᚴᛟᛉᚴᛟᚱᚾᚨᛉᚴᚨᚱᚢᛗᚾᚨᚱᚡᚨᚴᛟᛉᚴᛟᚱᚾᚨᛉᚴᚨᚱᚢᛗ The guy that stole that guy's hammer. Throughout much of history, surface-dwellers have made a habit of stealing the belongings of venerable Dwarf Lords out from their hoard, usually relics and frequently hammers. As such, I find it immensely amusing that for once, it is a surface dweller whose hammer has been stolen. Therefore, I announce myself as an interested buyer of said hammer. I want to see the item for myself and negotiate a fair price. If you are interested in doing business, please do not hesitate to reach out. Good afternoon. Jorvin, son of Kazrin, son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden son of Skalf, son of Gotrek, son of Urguan, Lord of Gotrek’s Folk, Clan-Father of Elder Clan Starbreaker, High Reckoner of Urguan, Keeper of the Book of Grudges, Grand King Emeritus, Founding Councillor of the Fourth Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Conqueror of the Voidspawn Photania, Conqueror of the Korvassa, Slayer of Gazardiel, Hero of the Brathmordakin

what about removing starving damage tbf 👉👈

Ive been starving in the wild enough times to appreciate berry bushes. I also like them being added to terrain that should be difficult to navigate. Adds a layer of immersion when you’re traversing areas with dense undergrowth. Using them to fortify cities is a sin and should be punishable by permaban.

if you avoid the berry bushes, you wont be caught up in them. as easy as that

Hm! Perhaps not!

It is annoying to travel and then suddenly get stuck on them, when I was super new though it was helpful for grabbing food before I found donation chest for food. I think it's fine where it is, if you're travelling you're going to have some hurdles, if you don't want hurdles use the roads that give extra speed anyways right?

Hi! No. Hope this helps!

we must stop the haelun'or beet agenda before its too late

Arthur had been in the middle of forging some new Arcanium using a strangely magical looking hammer. He read the missive handed to him by a friend, gaze flickering from the paper to the hammer for a few moments. "Nah, just a coincidence, surely."