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About SirLancefart

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    Newly Spawned
  • Birthday May 16

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    Glasgow, Scotland, UK
  • Interests
    Anything to do with: Animals, science, history, RPGs, DnD and singing.

Character Profile

  • Character Name
    Maggie Cottonwood, Grianne Goldhand, Ava
  • Character Race
    Forest Dwarf, Mountain Dwarf, Halfling-Dwarf

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  1. Dr Maggie Cottonwood reads over each and every word, writing it all down in her journal. She’d nod to herself once finished before returning to her favourite tree to read some books in the shade.
  2. Doctor Maggie Cottonwood lets out a low hum as she reads the post, having heard of the rumours spouted from it from her husband. Her calm expression doesn’t falter as she finishes the last words and simply walks away. Soon she would be back in Hefrumm, watching the fish dance in the clear waters. “Tranquiliteh...” Maggie mumbles, her smile ever present “Ah onleh ‘ope der such in des messy werld we live en... Can’t we jus’ prey ouah own weys wit’oot judgemen’?” She shakes her head, green hair bouncing in the wind, before heading home to care for her many pets.
  3. Maggie Cottonwood would grin at the sight of the notice, excited to help out while being a medic herself. She finds herself back home at her desk, writing a letter to the Under-Realm’s Queen herself. ”Dear Under-Queen Darrega Ireheart, I, Maggie Cottonwood, have been working above the Under-Realm in Hefrumm to create a suitable clinic for my village. I hope that we could work together, perhaps I could even become a teacher with your institution. Please, if you are willing, contact me at any time so we can have a chat about it. Magnolia Cottonwood, Chieftess of Clan Cottonwood.”
  4. As the title says, I can’t light my cactus green or other drugs in my hoo-kah. I place them in the ‘ending’ bit and click ‘Light Drug’ but nothing happens. I’ve tried asking in #h and #ooc but I’ve gotten no answers each time, not sure if it’s worth a modreq either. Any help would be appreciated.
  5. Maggie Cottonwood smiles at the sight of the poster, quickly going to fill out her details for a place. In-Game name: SirLancefart Discord name: SirLancefart#0269 Rp name: Maggie Cottonwood Rp skills or professions: Tailoring, butchery and cooking
  6. Maggie Cottonwood notices Bordavir leaving the hall, investigating to soon find the paper. She reads over it with squinted teal eyes. She quickly grabs some parchment and green dye, writing a reply. ‘I, Magnolia Cottonwood, accept Bordavir Cottonwood’s duel under the eyes of the Brathmordakin. However, do not take my acceptance as approval, for I think of these actions as childish. I believe that the only reason you have decided to bring this issue up was because of your failure in the elections of the Cottonwood leadership. Let it be known that even in your success you will be considered a cowardly man in the eyes of the Gods and my patron, Belka. We shall meet at a time of your choosing.’
  7. RP Name: Grianne Goldhand MC Username: SirLancefart Discord: SirLancefart#0269 What Nation Are You Affiliated With?: Urguan Why Do You Wish To Come?: Following her fellow dweds around. What Skills Can You Bring?: Good with a spear, bow, and dagger. Has enough food to feed an army of dweds. Some medical knowledge but only through books and experience.
  8. Having heard the news, Magnolia Cottonwood is ecstatic to see Old Benny and Reginald again. She’d leave her quaint home in the village of Hefrumm, spear in hand, ready to tell the others from the party that once helped the two.
  9. Maggie Cottonwood would smile wide, covered in the mud of the swamps. Still standing in front of the giant snail and the old man’s house, she’d admire her new Basilisk scale. “Et wus worth et” She’d mutter.
  10. Grianne Goldhand would glance over the letter with little care, her pale teal eyes narrowing at the sight of her late husband’s name. With a heavy heart, she would place the letter upon the table before grabbing the dwarven spear leant against the door frame of her home. Grianne would fix the spear upon her back before exiting the under-realm, going to hunt upon the vast plains of Arcas. Her hunt would include the search of a certain dwed...
  11. A white hawk would arrive before Grianne Goldhand with a note strapped to its leg. It would read ‘Your husband is dead.’ Her arms going numb, she’d drop the note. Her pale face now red and wet with tears, she’d let out a cry, ”...No. No... No, no, no...” She would wrap her arms around her, having suddenly felt a great cold wash over her. Looking over to the bed of their small home, she’d see her daughter sleeping there. Grianne would close her eyes for a moment before lifting herself up from the hard wood chair, grabbing the note from the stone floor. She’d throw it into the fireplace nearby, the note hurting too much to keep, before walking to the double bed and laying next to her daughter. Holding her daughter, the last of her late husband, she’d sing a lullaby. This was more to help her than her sleeping daughter.
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