The Truth About the Norland Massacre.

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Do not—and I mean DO NOT—give any OOC hate to anyone mentioned in this post.

. I posted it last night after work and didn’t give it much thought afterwards. This is written from the perspective of my character, the sister of the woman referred to as the "Norn" woman. Essie’s views are not my own. I do not hate the narrative of the roleplay. OOCly, I love the characters and how they are written. I have no objections to how the RP narrative has unfolded. In fact, it has made RP interesting again—and I’m all for it.

This is the narrative of the aftermath of the massacre—the Nords picking up the pieces, days later. There are 100% miss truths in this. As there always is in RP.  

<!> A young girl is seen. Her features were pallid, her eyes cried raw. She hides under a cloak as she darts back and forth from various southern cities, pinning a missive with baited breath. The letter is penned in various moments of anger, sorrow and grief, the pen hand unsteady, shaking<!>

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𝑴𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆—𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍
𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒊𝒍, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘.

𝑶𝒘𝒚𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕. 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕. 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉. 𝑵𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆.

𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑨𝒏 Numendil  𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔—𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂 ***** 𝒂 HARLOT, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔—𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚  𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌  𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒑  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅  𝒊𝒕  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐  𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆.

 

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ 


𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅
 

𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇—𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒍-𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌: 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓? 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝑬𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏. 𝑵𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒐, 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒙-𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓-𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏’𝒔. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕—𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏. 𝑬𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒃 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. 
 

𝑺𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔—𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅,  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 - 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆? 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒍, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅.
 

𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘—𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔?

𝑨 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂  ***** 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑨 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏  𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒔. 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔—𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆…

𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘-𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓—𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄, 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒘𝒏. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒚—𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚… 𝑨 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔. 𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐚. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒂𝒂𝒌𝒐𝒏, 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑺𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑲𝒐𝒏n𝒂𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒈𝒏.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕.

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒊𝒅? 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏?

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖  

                                                                                                                        𝘣 𝙚 𝗵 𝙚 𝖆 𝖉 𝖊 𝖉     𝖍 𝖎 𝗆 .

 

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅.

𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑨 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅.

𝑨 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅.
𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏.
𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚?
 

𝑨 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑨𝑵'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑶 𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 𝑨 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬. 

 

𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑺  𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑨 𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑬 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑬𝑶𝑷𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫 - 𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫! 𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫 𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫 𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫  𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺, 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑵, 𝑻𝑶𝑫𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑺, 𝑬𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫. 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫!? 

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝘀｡ 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀❟ Nords, 𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀❟ 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀❟ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗢𝘄𝘆𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀｡ 𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹｡ 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹｡

𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤? 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬? - 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞? 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡? 𝐓𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧?
 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒃.

𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖—
𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆’𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒓.

 

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Edited August 7, 2025 by Calise11

[PotatoFan117 393]

while sneakily walking in the southron cities he notices missive and after reading it, he nods "good. the people should know the injustice that happened on that faithfull day......." after that the old man leaves. hoping the justice shall rise 

[Echo_42069 386]

Seros The Slowly Adapting Norlander - The truth shall always prevail in the face of true evil. Let them know, LET THEM ALL KNOW of the unspeakable evils they have committed all for demonic greed...

[ChainedDragons 1374]

Nickolai quietly passes out copies of the missive he could find or recreate... sharing this wouldn't be enough to make up for his presence on that terrible day. It would never be enough. But people needed to know.

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

Spoiler

i do not think it should be allowed to irply call people a ****, wench, etc, as what it implies occupationally is strictly against server rules.

 

"They'll dismiss this, like the dismiss everything." Castien murmurs.

"But I won't."

 

If there's one trait Castien has always had, even when it was not in his best interest, it was how much he can talk.

[laugh_giggletehe 113]

Desaturated violet hands come to grab at a hanging missive, pulling it nearer to their owner's face. Moments pass, and that slip of paper would be stuffed into a tanned leather satchel. 

"Cannonists murdering their own people o'er a shield." She murmurs with a deep, heavy sigh. Casting a glance around, the etamaehress would peer into the woods surrounding her, as if the trees could share in her distaste. "Hypocrisy runs rampant throughout the Human nations."

Edited August 6, 2025 by laugh_giggletehe

[TaraJess 2848]

She spent extra time in the fields, extra time slaughtering cattle. This job was personal, not one for her wards or workers, but for her. Such mass death is what she ran from when she was the age of the writer. 

 

In the moment she read the missive, she fled to the quiet of her office, and wept. For Norns specifically? No. She wept for that writer, who was unfortunate enough to live through the reality that she herself ran from. Who was she to weep to? She too was a product of the Empire, she was loyal to them. But she still wept, for the choice to be loyal was not out of admiration, but of fear.

[lemonke 6014]

"HOLY SHIT! AND I THOUGHT I WAS EVIL." Smilebone, the slumbering necromancer could not believe this. The empire was controlled by Gashadokuro!

[iris1612 1780]

Old Mara sat in her cushioned chair sucking lungfuls of smoke and smiled while she chewed at the briar root between her lips. She chewed and smiled and read the missive and smiled some more and saw it fit to remark to the dark, empty room, her words laced with venom. "Pray that the emperor culls every last one of these dogs, and the macecatchers next. I pray that he does." Bony hands folded the parchment with, placed it on the table beside her and drew up the blanket which sat on her lap. She closed her eyes and laid her pipe beside her, drifted away to a life that once was.

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Estevot Heymor weeps from the Skies as he watches this atrocity unfold. It had taken a while, but there was finally one thing that he truly disliked about the Skies. He couldn't reach out and give the poor girl a hug when she needed one so badly...

 

But as Maddock Tam read this, he immediately put on his armor and rode out, intending to find this girl, and give her that hug, and more. No one should ever have to go through this. No one.

[PanicZealot 648]

"HAH! HAHAHAHA!"
The blonde captain couldn't help but laugh as the nation finally got the karma it deserved.
"Oh, that's great."
He said to himself. 

[RingAroundRosey 498]

The Leuven remembers that knock on the door. How still the city was. A terrified woman with three babes, only one being able to walk. She ushered them in, asked what was going on. The woman could only tremble as she asked for her husband. Louna tucked the babes in for safety and they waited. The woman once a symbol of rebirth to her, the older sister she never got in blood. 

 

She took care of the kids, the hours ticking past. She waited for her Queen to come back. Another came instead to care for the young. Where was her Queen? 

 

She waited. She's waiting still.

 

...

 

A young man wanders the North. A walking corpse from his sleepless nights. Brambles and twigs follows his path. 

 

He calls out for his father. There is no response. 

[Spoopy_Duck 3217]

Spoiler

Some off topic discussion, if you think rules were broken anywhere then make a report instead of trying to "erm actually" rep farm people. Especially if you yourself cannot even follow the rule of leaving ooc comments in a spoiler.

 

[kruurk 47]

a forgotten scruffy man lost to the wilderness happens upon a copy of this missive which has fallen loose and is blowing among the trees.

 

he traces his blackened fingers along each letter on the page, feeling heavy sorrow as his mind drifts over the words.

 

as the note passes through his grasp and back to the wind, the details fade away.. but in his soul, the burn remains.

[Lortime 1153]

"This is the most repugnant, vile and disgusting act I have ever heard of in my 80 years upon this fetid Continent. Whoever is responsible deserves death." The Old Patriarch Spat. "Those who participated cannot even be called human."