ImDrippedJr

George Halcourt started counting down the days untill the ball would happen, helping his mother with all the preparations! @cherrybud

Which persona would you wish you could interact with one more time?

Sylvir gives a thumbs up because he can't read!

Somewhere deep in Allessandra's heart a proud Cirilla smiled to her dearest friend

A proud uncle of the Baroness saved himself a copy, offering Nataliya a pat on her shoulder "Eam proud of vy"

In those very ends of her life the thoughts of Dame Cirilla of Karosgrad, Ciri for her friends, went out to those she loved, those she cared for. Her eyes stared off into the distance, the ice, the woods. She looked up at the night sky, counting the stars as her life slowly ended. She had so much more she wanted to see, to do. She had plans for Haense, for herself, for her future. They would only remain plans, mere ideas, inside the head of that young woman. Without a doubt an ambitious, young woman, murdered by that very own ambition.

Saalih Ibn Utayr Al-Hamad finally welcomed his sister, all be it with some pain in his stomach, some cacti in his hands and on top of a horse, mounted with a special saddle

Radmir Amador showed the report to his niece @cherrybud "They forgot to mention vy saving me, but Eam in the report!" He spoke proud, a smile plastering his lips

Dame Cirilla of Karosgrad had her hand move through his hair as the body was laying in the clinic, eyes looking over the body "May GOD keep you safe and well, Ser Jakob. Thankyou for everything" Were the last words she said to the knight.

"Congratulations" A soon to be Dame mumbled to herself as she heard the news

Report on the Attenlund swamp ___________________________________________________________________________ When a man or woman ascends into the ranks of the knights it’s known that, once they have completed their other trials, they are to be sent on their Bogatyr test. It is what every Page and Squire works for, looks out for, and prepares for. As I, Cirilla, had finally mastered the right skills it would take to be a dame I too had been sent to search for the Oracle and receive my test. As I moved through the swamp the ear-bleeding screech of a toad-like creature reached my ears. As I looked about, nothing, no one, was to be seen, yet. As I continued forwards, a torch and sword in hand, ready to strike whenever I needed, I stumbled upon a massive, slimy, toad-like creature. A Parhor of about 8 feet had been awaiting me, its eyes staring into my own. It immediately jumped forwards, Its massive body aiming to land upon me, crushing me with its massive weight. I barely escaped such an attack, as I was just able to roll backwards. With the little time, it gave me I reached for my belt, took a bottle of it, and threw a Will' O Bottle at it, setting its feet ablaze. Loud screeches of pain filled the silence of the swamp, as the creature then launched its head right into my chest, throwing me off the hill. Later I found out it caused a nasty cut: at the moment I did not notice, for it almost instantly grabbed me with its tongue. It dragged me forward, and I had barely time to pour some Flaming Salve over my sword. I set it ablaze using a stone on the ground, held it tight in my hand to then finally used it to cut off the Parhor’s tongue and set the remaining on fire. It shrieked once more, stumbling backwards a bit, away from the pain I had caused it. The beast, now in full pain, hadn't been paying enough attention, allowing me to throw a tanglefoot potion at it. It was now stuck in its place, giving me free space to deal the final blow at its chest. It fell down on the ground, its eyes black and lifeless. The beast of the Swamp had been defeated. ___________________________________________________________________________ Cirilla

What is a Creeper's favourite food? Sssssssalad

King Odins' spare parts nodded approvingly "Well done, brother. Well done"

xPooplyFarts69x once again showing us the real facts people. Based Gen @Generi

To everyone in Almaris with a right heart, It is not unknown that we live in times of war. For most of us it is inevitable even. Yes, war brings death. Mourning families, men lost in battle. But there are also those who did not choose for it. Recently, my daughter, princess Olivia Freysson Ruric and other innocent people were surprised by an Orenian rally. It doesn’t matter for me if they had the right or not, but they called for a kingsmoot. Olivia and others were quickly hidden away behind locked doors, but she escaped and made her way back to the feast hall. It is there where the Orenian Rally captured her and discussed what was to happen to her. Would they boil her alive? Strap each Limb to their horses and begin to ride, ripping her apart? Sacrifice her? Is THAT, people of Almaris, how we interact with children? Is THAT how we treat those who did not choose to live during a war? But, there’s more. Much more. My Goddaughter Inga Edvardsson was brutely murdered by an Orenian raiding party. She was innocent too, had ambitions of her own, was young, and wanted to live. Oren did not give her the chance. At the age of thirteen, the young baroness had spent mere days receiving her title after her mothers tragic and sudden passing while giving birth to the youngest Edvardsson child. Her father was off at war, and an elder brother with him. This left the eldest daughter Inga to face the cruel and demeaning Orenians who decapitated the young girl before her younger siblings, and then set her house ablaze. The little bear’s fate should not be a normality passed down within every war. Children don’t fight. Children don’t kill Orenians or Coalition members. They live, play, and grow up. That’s what children should do. So now, we come to the core of this message. It won't surprise any of you, but I am specifically addressing you, Philip III. I wonder, how do you have the courage to call yourself an emperor, a protector, and yet kill children? Is that how this world should be in your perspective? Is this a man who should lead an Empire? Who should have such power? I don’t think so. I say he is a madman. A man who should be locked in the deepest dungeons. A man who should be overthrown from power. Her Highness, Daria Vildr, Queen-Consort of Norland, Mother to the Orphans.

Daria Vildr picked her newborn twins up and stumbled towards their father, a worried look on her face "Yet anot'er t'reat against our kingdom... v'en vill it end?" @_pr0fit

Returned the smile to her toy-boy "Da, ofcourse t'ey vill. As long as t'ey remain safe, t'at is..." She said in a concerned tone @_pr0fit

As Daria heard of the news of movement in the mountains, she quickly went to find her children's father. "Ve need to go to Dunrat', I need to knov if my friends are alrig't"

Upon hearing the news, Daria Vildr perked her brow for a second. She thought it through, before mumbling "It's so sad it 'as to end like t'is. I'm sure t'ere vould 'ave been muc' better vays to get t'is t'roug'. I 'ope to see 'er around"

I am looking for someone to play my child, being born on this Thursday (12/16/21). They will be playable in about 5ish weeks which will allow time for another character's story to be wrapped up if need be. This character will have both an active Mother and Father, a large number of active uncles and aunts, as well as active older cousins who will be entering their teenage years when this character is ready to be played, as well as some who will be about the same age. Both the Mother and Father are active in Norland, and travel around the map to other nations frequently. All we need from you, is to be active and accompany us. You can contact me at ImDrippedJr#0725 on discord for more information, or respond in the comments if you are interested. (Your mother, missing half of her left ear) (Your father, a few years younger and not missing a left eye yet)

Daria laughs upon reading her second disownment "Apparently examples and known ways of going are now "Evidence". Besides, I abandoned the name already. Can't disown someone who isn't in your family anymore..." she continued to laugh about her uncle

Upon reading the newly made disownment of Rosalind "Kinslayer", Daria rushed down her appartment in Haense, and started to write an answer to the people that call themselves their family: "To everyone who this may concern to, but specially to Edric, Herilissa and Father, may he ever read this: It is to my great disappointment that I recently read the disownment of Rosalind, my blood twin. You accuse her of murder on our mother, Tulia Vildr, but yet, all you share with us is false evidence, proving nothing but that Rosalind moved to a place where she could be happier. Every person capable of lifting an axe could have done this. Hence why, I hereby announce my abandoning of the name Vildr. I will no longer want to use the clan name, as I feel ashamed to using it. To every person; Man, Woman, Orc, Kha, or whatever you may be, who is after the now bounty on Rosalind's head, If you touch her with one finger, I will search for you, find you, and make sure you'll never touch anyone again. -Daria After, Daria would make sure every person regarding this answer would see and read it.

Daria Vildr would help her uncle to hang up the posters, furious of what had happened to her aunt and newly born cousin.

I NEED THIS, +1