Is it worth it? (Farewell Roza)

[Anbennar 2351]

Farewell Rozania

 

Peralien still remembers that day, when she got on that damned boat for no reason towards Yong Ping. She remembers living in tw- wait, maybe three tent towns? Eh- who cares. She remembers it all, the Oisin Rebellion, the Slaughter of Innocents, the Sacking of Rozania. All in just a decade. And for what? Why would she even try to fix this anymore? She's given up being a Marshall, a Soldier, and a Follower of this wilting flower of a group. 

 

• Delphi
• Peralien

 

"Dew we realleh 'ave ta leave, dear?"

"Yes Delphi.. Both of us can't stand this anymore and you know it.."

"Bu' w'at bou' t'e da'chesses?"

"Well, they'll figure something out, right?"

"Will we beh safe?"

"Yes dear.. I'm sure.. We won't have to deal with the Mareno's anymore if we leave.. Just take the map.."

"T'is leads ter Pinemaw rig'?"

"Yes Delphi.. just don't get lost.."

"Okay.."

 

 

Peralien then went and gathered all she wanted to take.. A sword, some kindling, and a few other items. And put them on the side of her horse. But before she left for perhaps the last time. She went and did one thing, she went up to her old Marshall's Office. When she opened the door, she stared at the desk, both her Petty Nobility and Squire Documents were sitting on the desk. And she did the only reasonable thing she could think of. Light them on fire with flint and steel, but to prevent causing the entire building from burning, she quickly stamped out the embers after the papers were nothing but some ashes. Then, she grabbed some ink and a paper out of her desk and wrote a note for whichever person finds this.

 

Spoiler

"Eliza? Eh, I don't really care which one of you finds this. I just want you all to know something. Rozania was doomed since the start of the Oisin Rebellion, our population dwindled when the Der Ryders fled and the Redfists took up business farther away. Yet you still thought that this could be saved. Maybe? Not likely.. Thing is, I can't do this anymore, the raids still not have calmed. Well, goodbye. The doors of Pinemaw will be open to you."

 

 

 

 

Then? She immediately carved a drawing into her desk. Very deep too, so if you want it gone, get a new desk.

Finally, she got on her horse, and ran off to Pinemaw to eventually begin work a-new. "So long Rozania.."

 

Spoiler

OOC: I need a drink after this, having to deal with the fear of getting sacked every 3 days is stressful, peace out.

 

[Veggie 150]

Jesemun catches wind of a new barony popping up under Urguan. Having little but the clothes on his back and bread in his pockets, he strongly considers going.

[gurlpirate 316]

Eliza would find the note, her heart heavy as she read through it again and again. The woman gave a slow nod, folding the letter and putting it into her pocket. 

"You may turn out to be right.... But I hope not. Safe travels and warm hearths, Peralien. You'll always have a place here... I'm sorry." 

The Duchess sighed heavily, turning on her heel as she pulled a shawl tighter around her shoulders wandering into the quiet streets of her home.

[PrincetDime 143]

Bella wouldn't be far behind Peralien and Delphi in leaving Rozania. The attacks... the people leaving... having to feign Canonism for it to do nothing for their safety... it was exhausting. Not realizing she should probably provide a formal resignation from her post - her post that never seemed to be used much, with how her events were almost always empty - she packed her things. Stared at the canes on the wall of The Wandering Pebble. Sighed. "Movin' 'gain. Bu' maybe t'is time, 't'll be our fore'er place. Me fee' stopped i'chin' long 'go... now Oi jus' wan' res'." She takes the canes from the wall, treating them as if they were fragile rather than made of sturdy wood. Then she heads down, into the burrow she made just years ago, to collect her son and his few belongings to begin the trek.

[sciencepants2 328]

The red paint cracked a bit as she smiled to another traveller on the road,

“watch yer step, the hills be muddy with the rain these days”

bowing her head a bit she moved off, old boots meeting old roads, off to greet another wayward traveler.