Missing: Help Us Find Anette Blackrose

[Truppler 124]

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤: ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔭 𝔘𝔰 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔄𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢

 

Passing by the bulletin board would be a tucked letter with the following words on the paper:

 

𝔄nette Blackrose, a cherished member of the Blackrose household in Grense, has been missing since last Saints Week.

Description:

Height: 165 cm (5'5")
Hair: Dark
Eyes: Bluish
Attire: Typically seen wearing a black hat and matching clothing

 

 

 

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Artwork done by NyNy

 

ℑf you have any information about her whereabouts or have seen someone matching this description, please reach out by sending a letter to Ravena Blackrose.

 

Your help is deeply appreciated as we search and pray to God for our beloved Anette.

 

 

 

𝔖igned,

 

ℜ𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔞 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 - 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔶

 

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My ING is Truppler - send me a bird, will try to respond asap!

 

 

[Smol 2229]

A gloved right hand of a certain ginger grasps the missive showing little care for the missing within that moment as a feeling of something untoward filled her. Her grey hues settled upon what they claimed to be theirs. "You couldn't leave me alone, so now you're going after my children, claiming what is rightfully my child is yours." The ginger utters in a tone of pure anger.

[Jihnyny 5233]

The prophesized basterd, Jack Hefjhor Blackwater, steps towards his blocks of wood. He stacks them, each side by side and atop until it reached the peak of symmetry and architectural furniture design; he had crafted his first table. The smart child then placed a ball, made of sheep leather, a sacrifice worthy in the name of GODs power. His chubby hand hovered above, his lips speaking out in tongues, speaking  GODs word! For he sought the answer to this mystery, to find the bless-ed child of GOD and return her to her rightful flock.

 

"Goo Goo, Gaa Gaa."

[Samler 1564]

The masked Ibar'siol spotted the missive. "Is this new? Looks like the nine-fingered one." He patted his panther. "I suppose a letter is in order."

And so later that day, a letter were written through transmutation, no mark of a pen upon the deep blue writing for Ravena.

@Truppler
"Addressing Ravena Blockrose.

This Anette Blackrose was spotted within the capital of Petra one or mayhaps two years ago, at the very least I presume it is the same one based upon the drawing. A woman with nine fingers and little patience with liers. She played a dice game with a dark elf and myself, which resulted her in attacking the one eyed dark elf Corann which responded with throwing what was claimed to be glitter in her eyes. She declined medical aid and left after I had neutralized the situation. I have not seen her since.

-Ibar'siol."

[Frisket 4537]

"you lost your damn servant....?"

 

Aylin spoke by herself in the blackworth shop as she recently arrived

 

"What a pain this little doll is"

[Celestial_Bleh 224]

A certain ‘ker ambles past the bulletin board, stopping upon seeing a familiar face. 

 

“Ah. The brat must have angered the wrong person.” He shakes his head with a sigh, flicking his new cowboy hat, which didn’t quite suit him, upwards. “If she is captured, I pity the poor bastards. And their soon-to-be-wounded self esteem.”

[Random 1690]

Adalwin glanced at the report. This indeed seemed quite troubling to him.

"So he really did kidnap her... that fool."

The Reinmaren would quickly head back to Kretzen, where he would write a letter to Estmund ( @DogWithABanana) about what he had just read.

[WizardWhisper 385]

The news eventually found its way to Anette per a visitor passing by the building the woman was caged in. It was beginning to spread and no doubt it would reach the ears of her captors soon. There were many thoughts that crowded in the woman's head, alongside many overwhelming fears that took hold of her all at once. Amongst it all, there was one thing that crept past all others. A new plan must be made.

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

Bad news after bad news after bad news-

 

 

It was only a matter of time until Ravena said something, wasn't it?

How long can Castien hold his tongue? He's always been bad at it. He's already told two. Granted, he trusts those two, more than anything he does, and he can't tell Ravena. 

 

He can't tell her that after what he learned, keeping her locked away may have been the best decision. It's clear, suddenly, that Ravena doesn't always know where Anette is. That that was a lie. How much else was a lie? To conceal the truth?

 

The truth Ravena clearly doesn't know.

Would she be looking if she knew?

Telling would be a stupid strategy. He doesn't plan on telling. 

 

What does he do?

[Castelleo 8]

Bryden looked about the flyer, unimpressed. A boorish brow scrunched in confusion over what he was reading. After stuffing the thing into his pocket, he'd look to a note that was recently sent to him. After looking back and forth between the two, the thorny knight heave a great sigh as he called for his squire to ready his mare.

"You can't make this shit up."

[ImmortalShadowZ 1306]

Tancred’s Journal report

 

Contract: The Missing Person

 

Contact Details:
Lady Blackrose approached me with news of a missing woman named Anette. Initial details were sparse—just her name, appearance, and vague hints of her discontent with her station in life. It was a threadbare lead but enough to start the trail.

 

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Phase One: Númendil
I rode to Númendil, a town I’m somewhat familiar with—friendly enough folk who’ll talk if you share a drink or a tale. I checked with my usual contacts and asked around the marketplace and at the smithy. Nothing. No one recognised the description, nor had any whispers of unusual activity.

 

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Phase Two: Petra and Haense
I moved on to the nearby towns of Petra and Haense. In Petra, a stop at the tavern yielded little—just a barkeep and her regulars muttering about the weather and crop yields. Haense proved slightly more fruitful. A tavern patron outside, half in his cups, swore he’d seen a woman matching Anette’s description. His details were vague but credible.

 

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Phase Three: South and Westward Tracks
Following that faint lead, I decided to widen the search. I travelled south and west, scouring villages and hamlets for anything useful. The road was long, and the answers were short. Whatever trail Anette had left was faint.

 

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Resolution: Haense
I returned to Haense on a hunch. Sure enough, the missing woman was there, tucked away and keeping to herself. We spoke. She wasn’t lost or abducted—she’d chosen to leave, tired of the life that Lady Blackrose demanded of her. She had the fire of someone seeking freedom, though she lacked a clear plan.

Negotiated a solution—brokered an agreement allowing Anette to stay away from her old obligations and carve out her path. She was hesitant but grateful.

 

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Conclusion:
Lady Blackrose may not be pleased, but her servant is no longer "missing." She's forging her life on her terms now.

No monsters were slain this time. It's just another human tale, complicated and bittersweet. Such is the Path.

Need to investigate a band of Norlanders taking flowers as nicknames.

Note to Self:
The next time I take a "simple" contract, I should remind myself people are often more complicated to track.

 

Edited November 21, 2024 by ImmortalShadowZ

[helldiving 5793]

6 minutes ago, ImmortalShadowZ said:

Tancred’s Journal report

 

Contract: The Missing Person

 

Contact Details:
Lady Blackrose approached me with news of a missing woman named Anette. Initial details were sparse—just her name, appearance, and vague hints of her discontent with her station in life. It was a threadbare lead but enough to start the trail.

 

---

Phase One: Númendil
I rode to Númendil, a town I’m somewhat familiar with—friendly enough folk who’ll talk if you share a drink or a tale. I checked with my usual contacts and asked around the marketplace and at the smithy. Nothing. No one recognised the description, nor had any whispers of unusual activity.

 

---

Phase Two: Petra and Haense
I moved on to the nearby towns of Petra and Haense. In Petra, a stop at the tavern yielded little—just a barkeep and her regulars muttering about the weather and crop yields. Haense proved slightly more fruitful. A tavern patron outside, half in his cups, swore he’d seen a woman matching Anette’s description. His details were vague but credible.

 

---

Phase Three: South and Westward Tracks
Following that faint lead, I decided to widen the search. I travelled south and west, scouring villages and hamlets for anything useful. The road was long, and the answers were short. Whatever trail Anette had left was faint.

 

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Resolution: Haense
I returned to Haense on a hunch. Sure enough, the missing woman was there, tucked away and keeping to herself. We spoke. She wasn’t lost or abducted—she’d chosen to leave, tired of the life that Lady Blackrose demanded of her. She had the fire of someone seeking freedom, though she lacked a clear plan.

Negotiated a solution—brokered an agreement allowing Anette to stay away from her old obligations and carve out her path. She was hesitant but grateful.

 

---

Conclusion:
Lady Blackrose may not be pleased, but her servant is no longer "missing." She's forging her life on her terms now.

No monsters were slain this time. It's just another human tale, complicated and bittersweet. Such is the Path.

Need to investigate a band of Norlanders taking flowers as nicknames.

Note to Self:
The next time I take a "simple" contract, I should remind myself people are often more complicated to track.

 

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