My Many Mistakes

[Notic 953]

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[!] A single, handwritten letter upon fine parchment paper was nailed against the noticeboard.

My Many Mistakes

 

Dear Weefolk of Honeyhill,

I come to you in a plead of forgiveness.

With the passing of my mother, Thain Iris, I believed that the entire world must rest upon my shoulders. I aspired to be exactly like my mom in every manner, for I was her only child by blood- the inheritor of her legacy. I grew up helping in every way I could with chores around the house while my sister, Sorrel, bravely shouldered the burden of power. That was, until she buckled under its weight. Thainship destroyed my sister, and I can still remember the moment I threw my hat in the ring like it was this morning. I believed I was the only one who was capable.

Mimosa proved that I was wrong. She was skillful- far more than I- and understood the ways of the halflings, even in turmoil. She was exactly like her father, who still remains the wisest man I have ever known. I trusted Mimosa as my elder, for her advice led us to salvation. That was until she realized that she could do it without my sluggishness. She saw me as what I truly was. Not Iris, not Sorrel, but Lily Peregrin. She knew that I could not handle the burden- I never could. It was not my destiny to do as such. I refused to believe this fact, still clinging to my childish fantasies of being the exact same person as Iris Peregrin.

I am not your savior, and I never was. We all learned that when I made a fool of myself at the moot. I fancied myself a wise, calculated and caring ruler, but I was nothing more than a tyrant clinging to blood like a mosquito. That is why I beg for a second chance. Another night on this soil cannot be spent until I validate my own existence. I must fix my actions and mend all the twigs I've snapped. I must restore what I destroyed.

I have learned that the word "legacy" holds no meaning to the halflings. We are an independent people, unlike any other race. We shoulder our own victories and defeats. Iris shall forever reign as a triumphant ruler, even if future Thains bring us to ruin. That is why I come to you as Lily the Halfling, and I humbly ask that I can restore the damage I dealt. That I can continue our great image into this new, triumphant era.

I wish to be your Thain.
 

[ThatDutchFellow 1147]

The Slayer deeply worried with his Girlfriends safety could not help but crack a smile at what Lily had written up, softly balling his fist and pressing it to his chest "Ye 'ave wronged meh nae Darlin' bu' none ter less ye've meh forgiveness o' Loyal'eh evahmo'"

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

Mimosa Applefoot, halfling of Honeyhill and Mayoral candidate, chuckles "Oi guess oi'm suppor'ed boi BOTH Thain candida'es? Tha's sure ah lo' more t'an oi coulda evah asked for."

[Barbog 448]

A wiry, one-armed goblin drums his five remaining fingers on the desk, overlooking the village as he brings the note he read into mind. "Mi kan rekall da dizkuzziun wi had, on wub it ment tew bi latzelv rathur den bein' told hew tew bi- ur hew lat thinkz uthurz wunt lat tew bi. Lilee Peregryn frum Thayn Lilee."

Used to speaking at length to himself, and others who would not speak back, he pushes himself up from his seat and stares out the window.

"Whyle diz wuz nub wi mi wuz ekzpektyng avtur owr talk..." A grin parts his marked face, glad to have been proven wrong, to experience surprise for the first time in decades. "Mi zuppoze mi zhould have ekzpekted lat tew defy awl uv owr ekzpektaziunz."