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IGN: Rioling CHARACTER NAME: Jean Applebottom DISCORD: RIO#8249 favourite 2000s song: Frosti by Björk <3 it is also perfect for this time of year if it’s winter where you are

Yeah. It’s accessible at all times and new players won’t feel pressured to retain the information. From being on CT and working on the first tutorial island, I’ve witnessed most new players just want to jump right into roleplay, a lot are even resistant to monk guidance because they are eager. I don’t believe this would work as it requires constant updating. Unless staff were committed to keeping it relevant. The references to nations on the first island were very quickly outdated and would spark more confusion.

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Jean Applebottom, alone in her burrow, read the almanac aloud to herself, “…take wot ye need when ye need ‘n give when ye can. T’is way, all shall have all t’at t’ey need ter prosper best t’ey can.” She smiled and paused her reading to copy the wisdom onto a piece of loose paper.

Wreath Making Halflings of Honeyhill, This Sun's Smile you'll have the opportunity to get yourself a handcrafted Knoxmas wreath, though, with a twist; there shall be trails of decorations around the village and no being pernickety, you'll have to take what you can get! At the end, you'll bring your findings to me, the High Pumplar Jeannette, who will assemble the wreath for you. Merry Knoxmas! OOC: Sunday 12th December, 2pm EST/7pm GMT

Goodbye Burns, it's been a while but I thoroughly enjoyed what rp we did in Brandybrook, and with Hillsborough... Onto greater things :)

Prophet of Lord Knox, and cousin of Bishop Jordan, The High Pumplar Jeannette sighed deeply, "Oi 'ate ter admit et... but oi 'ope Jordan's alroight. May nay 'arm come upon 'im fer wroiting of such t'ings."

Mental illnesses are complex. Some traits are not considered part of certain one though, so when someone says their character has X mental illness but is attributing things to it that are not linked, players who deal with X IRL can be fairly offended at the misrepresentation. Please do research before choosing to roleplay a character with a specific mental illness.

(^That video is pretty damn cool)

Alfie a tyrant? That's a bit far. Of course it is. Isalie was once called the same, Jeannette mused inwardly. I wonder if it was one of the kids... hopefully.

A Sweet Death The plagued village of Bramblebury sat in ghostly silence. Occasionally, life returned to it as halflings came desperately to retrieve their belongings, braving the rancid smell of death and infestation of critters. However, one halfling woman had not gotten to leave. In the chaos of everything, she had been left behind. Almond Joy 'Mondy' Applefoot. The baker's body rest against the circle door of The Cookie Crumb Bakery. Her large, deep blue eyes were wide open in her sleeping state. They plead 'help me', but her plea was unseen. A trickle of crimson blood ran from Mondy's mouth, vivid against her drained white skin. More blood splattered the bakery floor. The most grotesque part, perhaps, was the medley of creepy crawlies covering her. Maggots, roaches, worms. Swarming her. Sat in the burnt out oven of the bakery was a presumable sweet bun, charcoaled to oblivion. OOC:

In the forest of Bramblebury rest a shrine. It lay in idle silence, that was, till the High Pumplar arrived. Now, a strange hum elicited from the structure. It became a hiss, as if a tea kettle sparked off. Steam rose from behind trees in the area, and a crimson smog. Pulling themselves out from beyond the covering was a figure, clad in an dishevelled suit, with a marred and malformed carved pumpkin atop his torso. The wind alongside him seemed to speak in whispers. "Wot in Arugula's name 'appened ter you?" Asked the stunned High Pumplar. "What do you mean, what happened to me? I am still the one and same, as I've always been." Lord Knox did not look the same, but more grotesque and emaciated than ever before. His pumpkin head was rotten, blackened. Red flames trailed out of his irises. Quivering, the High Pumplar tried to back away, but Lord Knox went forth and tapped her on the shoulder. Just like that, his body contorted in the mists to reveal a steadier form, regal and eccentric in appearance. Much more lavish in attention when he spoke. "Greetings, Miss Jeannette! Once again I appear to have come across you." Jeannette, the High Pumplar, was far from impressed, "Oi know ye 'ad somet’in ter do with t’e animals, 'n the fields!” She seethed, "Ye tell t’e ot’er weefolk wot ye’ve done, 'n why." "Hehehe..." With a sickening CRACK Knox's mouth contorted into a cheshire grin. The man, without hesitation, went to twist in toe and slowly trail on offwards, "If that is your wish, we must make a performance of this movement here soon, of the upcoming ambition..." [!] Shortly after these events took place, a poster was pinned to the Bramblebury noticeboard. ▼

I like birds. If some sort of simple plugin is introduced for it I won't complain. If there there were to be aviarys like some other comments are suggesting I would want them to be accessible to smaller settlements and not just cities. Otherwise not too fussed. Sending a letter doesn't need to be a perfect system in my eyes

Thyme’s tail twitched with annoyance. The clockmaker paced around, boot heels clunking against the rickety wooden floorboards of his home, neck slumped over as he examined the letter again and again. He reached the singular window in his home, which he unlatched and flung open. Staring out of it into The Mousehole square, he released a long, exasperated sigh. “Maybe it is time to move on.”

First, it was the animals. Many a cow, sheep and chicken of the Custard Clan discovered were ailing, or already deceased. The two living and miraculously healthy were moved to the Mantitaris' Grove. A little over a month had passed since the incident, though regrettably the halfling's troubles were not over. Bramblebury's corn fields were dead and lifeless. The wheat was brown rather than golden yellow. Most of the potatoes, carrots and beetroots had stopped growing and any that breached the loam’s surface had oddities that made them unappetising; or potentially, inedible. Another peculiarity was that a powder-like substance, burnt orange in colour, could be found tilled in amongst the soil. Once again it had happened in the darkest hours of the day. How so rapidly? As it seemed no amount of water could remedy the trouble. Hours upon hours of gruelling labour, reduced to wither and rot.

Another quiet night in Bramblebury passed. When the village settled to bed the eve of the 10th Sun's Smile, all seemed as normal. But in the morning, something had changed. The smell of sickness was laden on the wind. A fetid odor that is unmistakable. It was unmissable, too, rolling down the silent hills of the village, polluting the air in the halfling’s homes through their windows and chimneys. The source… OOC: Event to examine the cause in 30 minutes (We start from the morning waking up) 7:25pm EST/00:25am BST

Meadow = valid Regrettably I have to disagree on the juice front.

Top 3 roleplay experiences? Your favourite 3 personas of OTHER people? Orange juice or apple juice?

High Pumplar Jeannette picked up the letter on her daily walk. Perturbed, the halfling woman took it back to her burrow and tucked it away in her desk drawer. Out of sight, out of mind. However when she returned home at the end of the day, it was very much on her mind. Jeannette reread the letter. Then she sighed, took out a quill, pot of ink and some old paper before sitting down. Her face whilst she concentrated was scrunched, like the paper she wrote on.

[!] Musin Guard propaganda is pinned to The Mousehole notice board. It consists of a short song and a tapestry with a catchline. ♫ We are fighters through and through, Blood of Musin the Brave, blood of Crumlin and his crew, With them in mind, our paragons of virtue Mastery and efficiency, we will pursue Vermin Ratiki and adversary, shall be slew For our ancestors, we pay our dues! ♫ OOC: Join The Musin Guard here!

[!] Flyers are posted up, one before the Urguan entrance and another onto The Mousehole noticeboard. THE BAUDELAIRE TROVE CLOCKWORK & ANTIQUES The Baudelaire Trove is a quaint shop, specialising in the sale of antique items and clocks, particularly pocket watches. Most items are one of a kind, available only till they're not. You can find us tucked away in a quiet corner of Almaris; The Mousehole, beneath Urguan. Look left of The Cuckoo Post! We also buy unique items. Speak to Thyme Baudelaire to arrange a Trove purchase. Thyme Baudelaire, Owner Oregano Baudelaire, Co-owner OOC: If you buy anything from the shop, you can pm me on discord RIO#8249 for an image reference of it :) <3

Hey I play a halfling! I don’t see you in the halfling’s discord server, maybe you’d like to join since you’ve probably missed some opportunities to meet other halflings irp? Shoot me a dm on discord RIO#8247 and I’ll invite you :)

[!] A job opportunity is posted up on The Mousehole noticeboard. THE MUSIN GUARD The official guardforce of The Mousehole, with the primary purpose of protecting the shanty town from any threat. Musin are trained to hone in on their advantages in combat such as agility and awareness, as well as improve their overall skills. The group is not intended for fighting wars. THE HIERARCHY All ranks are to be referred to as [Full Title] [First Name] when working, besides Head Scout who's title will be shortened to Head [First Name]. GUARD A Musin part of the Guard. GUARD SUB-SECTORS SENTINEL A guard who only does duty inside The Mousehole. SCOUT A guard who regularly attends missions outside of the Mousehole. HEALER Specialist in healing rather than combat. Goes on missions with the Scouts. HEAD SCOUT A scout leader may or may not be appointed by the Captain to oversee missions. CAPTAIN Leader of the entire guard. Everyone in the guard acts under their orders. Their orders also go if it is a matter of urgent safety in The Mousehole. REQUIREMENTS All of The Musin Guard must be of age (15 years minimum) and in adequate mental and physical health. [!] A form for Musin to fill in. JOIN THE GUARD Name: Age: Sub-sector: Sentinel [ ] Scout [ ] Healer [ ] OOC MC Username: Discord:

The Mousehole A town devoid of life, despiriting. A town stagnated, silent. When I peer out from the windows of my dwelling every morning, afternoon, evening and night, that is what I see. For so long now, this has been the state of affairs in The Mousehole. A keeper should not be there simply to take care of taxes, but people also. Keeper Toffee has made her best efforts to do so. Lamentably, she no longer has the mental energy for the job. She leaves the following message for us all: Our race has faced tremendous hardship. As Musin, we have spent many decades from the years of Crumlin, merely surviving. We deserve to thrive. I look to create an environment in which each and every Musin family can do so. When you sleep at night in The Mousehole, I want for you to feel warmth knowing you are being watched over. I am stepping up to this task, not as the representative of Musinkind, but of our home. ⚜ Thyme Baudelaire Keeper of The Mousehole, Owner of The Baudelaire Trove, Watchmaker. [!] Copies of the letter are pinned to the doors of every Musin home. Upon entering The Mousehole town square, one may notice that the once small campfire had been piled up into a bonfire, with more sitting space than there previously was. OOC: Hello! If we've never spoken before, I'm Rio or Mario. I've been roleplaying on LOTC for over 2 years and have previously led the halflings in Brandybrook for 9 months. I hope that the Musin created by Slorbin and others will be around for a long time ❤️

Reading over the letter, the High Pumplar couldn’t help but nod her head and smile.