*a Note On A Girls Door*

[Lirinya 4021]

*At the dead of night, Rienna sulks into the Vale clutching a piece of parchment "This is'er where I ment ter go then?" she questions herself. She spends a few moments admiring the landscaping, curiously glancing at each name on the door of each individual burrow "Where in th' Nether did she live?" she mumbles under her breath. On blindly turning up a path, she comes across the burrow she was after. "Lorna 'ollysharp, welc'me 'ome."

Rienna unrolls the parchment and tacks it to Lornas door. She wipes a tear from her eyes and leaves a small key next to Lornas door. The note reads*

[[bad spelling is on purpose - my new character hasn't been taught to write well ._.;;]]

Frends of Lorna.

With sadnes I leave this note.

Lorna Hollysharp has died.

She left no will, only said to leave a key to her things so them could be shared.

I leave this note as a frend of Lorna,

If yous need to ask qestions, find me in the Asulon Markets.

Names Rienna.

*Rienna wipes a tear from her eye once more and turns to leave the Vale...

[[Essentially Lorna was old, I had her from Aegis and she would have been a little old lady by now. I'm going to unlock her chests momentarily. Just to take any GM related tools before you can do what you wish with the items.

She leaves no will, as she had no significant other or family. Sadly she accomplished very little. I wanted to make a new character a relative of Lornas, she is part halfling part elf (because I like small elf ears >.<) so perhaps there is room for development.

Edit: Changed title ._. Seems people got the wrong idea. ]]

[Miquill 188]

*Tilgen sees the note and sighs*

"Heh, glad I'm purt elf 'ey?" *He giggles slightly* "Fare dee well e'en dough I didn' know ye'. At.... All."

(( We should be Part Elf homies :D ))

[Wavejammers 328]

((M-My... Daughter... Right?

Elendrail I think :3

Daughter of Erien and Redis.))

[Dalek348 1962]

*Faldo strolls through The Vale, full of joy in the bright sunny morning, but not showing too much joy in order to preserve the image of assertiveness and authority he believes he has amongst the people of Branborough. He nears the burrow of Lorna Hollysharp, from afar it appears that the burrow has been somewhat disturbed, and in excitement he believes perhaps Lorna has come home. It is then that he observed the contents of the note. He reads the words of the note, muttering them softly to himself*

D-dead? It cannae be! Oh 'eck, firs' death we've had 'mong these folk. It dun bode well,

*Faldo looks down at his pup Tanglefoot, who too appears to share a look of sadness*

Ye'll be remembered, Miss Lorna. Tha firs' ta brew some o' the special Hollysharp Mead, an' a lovely lass to all who knew 'er. An' this...Miss Rienna? We'll 'ave ta meet some time, maybe even get ye a burrow righ' 'ere in The Vale!

*Faldo says to himself. All joy is lost from his face, yet he continues to go about his duties in protecting The Vale from potential dangerous folk, perhaps even bake a cake or two. His stomach grumbles hungrily, and he looks down, patting his plump belly, and says to himself, "Hm, time fer second breakfast methinks..."*