Cepheid

Qor had no witty remarks or quips to add to the news. A solemn expression overtook the young Grub'goth's demeanor and she sighed, praying to the spirits that the Rex was guided to the ancestors. She wandered outside of the goi to the sands that dusted the horizon, taking with her incense to light. It was beneath the starlight and warm desert breeze where she mourned the loss of the Rex, and awaited to see what became of Lurak. Despite the sadness, she knew in her heart that great things were to come of the Rexdom. Qor'dash closed their services for the rest of the day, though new items would be stocked after tomorrow...

[!] A letter would be penned in a child’s handwriting and a bright pink crayon in response to the letters sent out to the P.R.F. A page boy would deliver the letter to the Queen of Numindil posthaste. Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, Hi! I am Maude, we met the other day. I will bring you and Mister Anorhil all my candy shop money for my brother’s cow-killing. Mom says he might have been dropped on the head as a child, please doo not hold it agaiesnt him. Bestest Wishes, Lady Maude Elizabeth Montalt

Maude Elizabeth of Montalt readies her blade, donning her pink child-sized armor.

WHETESPORE FIELD TRIP RUINED circa. 1986 Amid the night the children of the Kid Kingdom of Ahuhn gathered in the tavern of Enswerp. They prepared for a nighttime trip to use their lessons on constellations as a guiding tool for when one is lost to a neighboring Kingdom. Several of them had gathered early when tragedy had struck, Petrans had drawn weapons on man and children alike. Most of them only had cutlery from their picnics to defend themselves. Only one had survived that day unscathed from the gaggle of children accosted. HELLO WHETESPORE- Tonight, we got RAIDED. I survived though, me MAUDE ELIZABETH MONTALT! I hid out in the Cliffhaven Hall since you KNUCKLEHEAD PETRANS were too slow to catch me. Let it be known among the Kingdom of Ahuhn and in WHETESPORE; you all will be known as ‘weeirdoos’ for attacking children and defenseless ladies! Imagine that! No honour! Well boo to you! You left me alive! Maude remembers, Montalts remember; and you WEEIRDOOS will face my wrath soon enough! WHETESPORE will rally! Fake Petrans all of you! No real Republicans like you! You ruined our field trip! P.S. I added a drawing of me mad. Hope it helps. SIGNED; QUEEN OF AHUHN, Little Fish, Bestie to Cece and Frunk The above was transcribed mostly by the child’s governesses with some aid from the youth.

An ancient and feral Charlotte Roberta stirred from whatever cave she feasted on the carrion and flesh of descendants within as a wind blew in the missive and letters of the ongoing political sphere. "Seasons change, yet nothing ever happens... to call yourself a King or Queen of my Father's Commonwealth is to not know the true ideals of a Petran... yet my sister is too ancient to be sane...Goodluck, young Paul... return the Petra to what it once was..." The creature whispered to the wind, whatever humanity had been left of her had passed after that moment. She used the parchment of the missives as a napkin for her meal. While she was nearing her nineties, she did not look a day over twenty-five. Such immortality and youthfulness coming at the cost of her humanity, perhaps it was for the best she kept to her isolation. "All rots eventually... all turns to rot... flesh and bones to nothingness...."

A youthful Montalt picked up her child-sized sword, fulfilling the Promise of Petra, the promise of her ancestors... for freedom, for democracy. Maude knew not what the future held, only that her destiny aligned with the history of her House and she had to fulfil the duty that her fate was bound too.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. The dance of a dragon and a phoenix; the pair perfectly synchronized in the flame. Within this false world we may count ourselves blest, If we have but one friend who is faithful and true; And so in your friendship contented I'll rest, And believe I have found that one blessing in you. Step, step, step; it was a crescendo of music and movement across the ballet studio floor. At the upper levels of the Hand of Horen, two rambunctious youths sought to pour their energy into the art that was ballet, at least their tutors thought it would put that energy to good use so they would not wreak havoc with games of Conquest on the stairwell again. It was a blur of twirls and giggles with Maude Elizabeth and Cecily Amelia whirling about the floor much to the dismay of the nun overlooking their lessons. She placed two fingers on her temples when the girls opted to link hands and spin in circles. The nun smacked a wooden ruler on the barre to redirect their attention to the lesson at hand. The room was softly lit as torches and candlelight flickered on the walls as if to mock the dancers within the hall. Ornate tapestries depicting Princesses and Ladies of yore participating in the very same pastimes as they were. The children released each other from their spinning and raised their arms over their heads. They dug their toes into the ground to place their weight upon them, standing above their usual height in their ballet flats. A small shuffle from each and they found their balance. The violinists began their song once again and they danced, as skilled as someone so young could be. It took a surprising amount of discipline for the two to hold their composure. “Cecily.” Maude loudly whispered with their dancing, taking note of the tapestries. “I think they’re just us, but different. It’s why we are going to be friends forever.” Cecily did not respond, only a smile as if to understand what she had said to not incur the wrath of the nun by talking any longer. Therefore the two danced, as if it were a passion fueled by friendships that spanned through other lifetimes. Two souls reborn and connected to transcend the perils of humanity. Her Royal Highness, Princess Cecily Amelia of Alstion and Lady Maude Elizabeth of Montalt; a pair that will surely be a guiding light during the plight that faces the Heartlands as they have been time and time again... circa. 1986

“ALL GRUB BUCKET ORDERS COME WITH A 50% OFF QOR’DASH DELIVERY FEE!” Qor called through the square, going to use the missives for fire kindling while roasting a Vikelan over the fire for dinner.

ROYAL WHETESPORE WEEDDING circa. 20th of Horen’s Calling, 1986 During the night in the CITE OF WHETESPORE, a gaggle of children and adults alike gathered to witness the marriage of FRANCIS LEOPOLD ALSTION-ENSWERP and MAUDE ELIZABETH MONTALT. Francis proposed in Maude’s new shop Sweets & Stories with half a cookie. They promised to be BESTIES FOREVER with their union in friendship. An Oyashi man conducted the ceremony for the gathering, their promise to always be the best of friends made under GOD and SWEETS. The following is a recount directly from the source regarding what tragedy had struck after. HELLO WHETESPORE- Tonight, Franks got BOGGED. Parvi threw him into the bog for getting married to Maudie. They nearly dRowneed. Johnie Lawereencee and Parvi sentenced Franks for tomfoolery and schenanniegeens. Maudie took her revenge by hitting Parvi with a baguette. This was almost WAR with the ADOULTS. BEWARE OF PARVI AND JOHNIE- THEY CANNOT END THE BESTIES CLUB. (Princess Cece is included in Besties Club.) SIGNED; QUEEN OF AHUHN, Little Fish, Bestie to Cece and Frunk KING OF AHUHN, Foul Frank, Best Fainter in the Realm The above was transcribed mostly by the children’s governesses with some aid from the youths.

Qor prepares the hardtack and her new suit.

+1. qor'dash stocks still go up

♪ ♫ ♬ 3rd of the Deep Cold, 187 S.A. “May your weapons be sharp and your prey fresh.” War drums beat down on the walls of the Rexdom of LURAK, thrumming throughout the people of KRUG like a heartbeat to invigorate their bones within the bustling city. It was the call of victory and strength that rang into the air; for more than one victory occurred recently for LURAK. Since the initiation of the Jungle War to remedy the acts of terrorism committed against the jungle, the crops within the desert have been blessed with a fruitful harvest. The sickles and plows that tend to the fields remain sharp and the produce is bountiful. In celebration of this recent prosperity in the Rexdom of LURAK, a feast will be held in the under-city. All from across the realm of Aevos are invited to attend this celebration and witness orcish traditions. The cuisine will be catered by QOR’DASH INC. and the grog will be brought by Da Hungry Howler Tavern. I T I N E R A R Y ARWA’S BLESSINGS At the center of the festival, there will be a pyre constructed in honor of the harvest spirit Arwa. Feast attendees are encouraged to bring an offering for the spirit to encourage another bountiful harvest. Madoc’lur will be overlooking the blessings and pyre burning. GRAND FEAST The main event of the evening is the grand feast filled with merriment and splendor. Traditional orcish cuisine of spicy meats, roasted vegetables, and hearty foods will be served to the guests along with the chosen grog of the evening. There will be an ale drinking contest for a prize of one hundred mina. HARVEST OF AEVOS Merchants and farmers from across Aevos are invited to sell their crops and goods at the feast. There will be several other craft and treat stalls available for browsing. If you wish to set up a stall to sell your goods, reach out to Qor in person or by aviary. (IGN & Discord: starlitseer) [[OOC: SATURDAY JULY 6TH, 2024 @ 6 PM EST]] SIGNED, QOR, Grubgoth of the Rexdom of LURAK, CEO of QOR’DASH

"Yub, yub, Qor'dash will deliver another victory!" The gobbo shouted within the square at the announcement of the next march upon Vikelan lands. She began preparing more war rations to provide for the Krughai and Rexdom Lurak.

Within the tropical sands of Lurak, the Grubgoth was delivered the latest missive that the Vikelan government had posted on their noticeboards. She squinted as she read over the contents of the missive. Qor released a hefty sigh and shook her head, retrieving a red marker from one of the many DASHERS at her disposal. She quickly marked up the document and returned it posthaste to the lands north of the jungle. "DEAR VIKELA - Here are some edits to your official documents that you might find satisfactory. If you are to restrict the news to your people, it should be grammatically correct. Enjoy this delivery, remembering to rate and tip your DASHER! Sincerely, Qor CEO OF QOR'DASH, GRUBGOTH OF THE REXDOM OF LURAK." Attached to the letter was a revised missive:

https://youtu.be/xaPNR-_Cfn0?si=WdzVAUTlQwth9ldL PILLAGING OF VIKELA 3rd of Snow’s Maiden, 174 S.A. The bleak desert which the Rexdom of LURAK had settled within was not optimal for growing crops, proving difficult to the goblins that worked tirelessly to provide hardtack for the upcoming war. Qor had set out to find a solution to such a difficult issue for her to overcome in the task of supplying the war with the rest of the goblin workers. Going to various farms, she emancipated their crops, liberating them from being unattended. She finally returned with a bounty fit for the REX herself to see. It was with the REX Rue’lur that an idea stirred within her head, she was to set out to the heart of the enemy. She was to starve them out so they had no choice but to turn to Qor’Dash Inc. to have hardtack delivered to them. The friendly neighborhood goblin, Qor, embarked on a quest to prove her worth to not just the Rexdom of LURAK, but to herself. Not before the REX gave Qor her own axe to embark on this journey… “The elves are poor… but I have made them poorer!” Qor made her way through the forests and to the doorstep of their enemy. Only to find they had minimal rations already. She still had a quest to complete. Using the Axe of the REX, she brought havoc to their fields and harvested them to their bones. Loading up her baskets with the harvest, she returned to the Rexdom of LURAK victorious. “THE VIKELANS HAVE BEEN STARVED, PILLAGED, AND QOR’S QUEST IS COMPLETE!”

"Qor-dash shall supply the war effort!"The goblin, Qor, proclaimed and she got to work to in the basement of Lurac, making hardtack.

From the depths of the Titan's libraries a creature stirred from her long slumber and penance. To return to the flock, to return to mortal-lands- victory in absolution. The age of dragons had come and she was ready to return for it.

From within the isolated library tower of ivory, the frail Princess glided across the marbled floors, a place she had grown to make a comfortable home for herself. A quiet respite in the Titan’s sanctuary of knowledge was broken as a herald waited with a scroll in hand. She weakly took the scroll from their grasp before sending the devout on their way. ”Veynora is getting married..?” She remarked as a smile curled upon her visage. She then squinted doing a double take at the name next to her daughter’s. “Tymen…? It has been too many moons since I have seen them… my assistant, my advisor, and now welcomed as a son.” She then mustered her strength to call down the hall to Vyllaenen who had made his way to the tower of isolation. “We need to send a gift!” @Orlanth

With this new rule change, surely we will attract all sorts of new players. Telanir is really going after this road to 500!

The Princess of Celia'nor smiled after having met with her old snow elven friends, a glass of wine was shared amongst the good company, "It's time, the age of elves is upon us."

WAGWAN PENG TING aldemar camp with the start of the azdrazi gang :) self explanatory... YES, very excited. best, Nehtamo (rukio's elf), worst fat emma mareno (she smells like wet beef)

Emir's amnesia arc never do it. i've actually made a new character recently to just be a dorky scholar high elf. the best characters come with no set goals in mind just an idea and to let rp take its course imo you (duh), julius, milen, gus, nectorist it's been lost....no hope left...