Sevastiel

A young boy reads the notice, gripping it in his little hands. His lips tighten, cheeks puffing up. Someday... maybe... He would be able to help.

Somewhere beyond, a silver spirit hums a gentle lullaby. It could not remember where it came from, nor why it mattered so much, faces, drifting just out of reach, names, mocking it from the tip of its tongue. But it could not forget that once it had loved, and loved dearly.

A doctor wonders what time has come to, that men and women are selling themselves off again for such high prices

Kiriha sighs quietly, thin fingers coming through his hair before propping up his chin. Expression inscrutable save for the tiniest quirk to his lips, he nods once, and crumples up the page. “One less theeng to worry about, I suppose. Never have been fond of that fameelee, bat one mast be grateful for what they have done… when et helped.” With that he turns and gathers his notes. There was snooping to be done.

why the fetch did you come back, run while you can!

Im MST! but my schedule is all over the place so EST works for me too

Kiriha grins widely at the notice. Well, this would be fun, he had always been a little fluid and never had quite been as opposed to wearing dresses as he really ought to be. Cracking his knuckles, the tall elf begins to dig through the clothes he had saved. The blasted thing had to be here somewhere...

A pale elf’s head tilts, one brow lifting just so as they read the notice. “All things end, and the reign of petty tyrants never does last long.”

A old warrior, clad in white, tilts his head as he reads it. Ornaments, adorning the antlers upon his helm, tinkle with the movement. "Far better than dyin' in some Allfather-forsaken fight over nothing at all." he chuckles, and shrugs, going to pass the note on to Grejon.

A certain elf's ears twitch with annoyance at the sound, echoing through the slums. Blast it all, he just wanted to do some coronary work, and here was this child insulting his lover. Well. Perhaps another body could be made eventually.

“Sometems I wonder ef Norland es even ve same style of descendant as ve rest of us,” Kiriha muses, rubbing his forehead as he witnesses an old man leap with the agility of a deer across tables, for no less than twenty minutes. Befuddled thoroughly, the surgeon decides to document this behavior as best as he can. Without partaking.

I have personally always tried to adhere to the “this bird gets sent to a general location and if the player is not there, message does not send” sort of beat. Ive really enjoyed getting to roleplay bits of bird things, including personalities and stories for said birds, and finding a proper bird through rp is something that I highly enjoy doing. Now, despite my personal enjoyment of the feature, I can understand the issue of metagaming when it comes to combat and whatnot, but as far as general rp goes, I dont see much of a problem. In experience, the real issue comes when the rules arent adhered to, such as not doing the three emotes, etc, or “following a bird to its owner,” or birds being used to, yes, rally. As far as being given villain rp goes, or combat, or incarceration, I think, and agree, with a few comments above saying that you cannot send birds in certain situations. However, as far as general things go, 1- Not everyone is a part of a nation, I enjoy wandering around from place to place, and as such a designated city from which to receive mail wouldnt make sense for everyone. 2- The map is friggin ginormous Id like to know where my friends are when they ask for rp right away through a letter, instead of finding some mail box somewhere and then realizing that I have 17 unopened messages because I know Im finna forget. 3- Birds often do make fun rp, especially when they get *cough* eaten as I have been unfortunate enough to witness. Or, like when you get smacked in the face by a more aggressive bird, or being able to feed them seeds. Its also lovely to see passive bird rp, where players are simply tending to them. Someone mentioned an aviary. Id love an aviary, so long as I can take my bird with me when I wander. Counterpoint to all of this, courier rp is absolutely lit and I love it. Id love to hear thoughts on my own!

From the beyond, a man chuckles with mirth, and wishes he could join this little band.

A white haired warrior chuckles to himself as he rips the missive down from a posting, head tilting just enough to send the ornaments adorning the deer like horns on his helm a-tinkling. “They who dress for battle, they who wear their swords at their belts, they who carry the enemies of their ‘friends’ on their backs, these are not peaceful folk. An odd stratagem, to be sure.” The man rolls his shoulders, muscles shifting under the pelt about them, and idly discards the note as he strides off without a care.

Beyond, where all things are made grey, a scarred, worn man wraps her in his arms when he finds her. “You were always good enough, rest now.”