TheBigBubbles

A haggard wench of frost clutched the form of a witch greater than herself. Her own expression was entirely unreadable, if not callous. It was a genocide against her kind, and yet... despite every instinct within her, the tiniest smile brewed on her face, only to be wiped away seconds later.

A bubbly pink Mali'ker somehow heard news of her first teacher's demise. Olaurae hopped up from the chair and pointed her hand skyward, "Mark my words!!! He is not gone!!" the elfess tore up the note and threw it into the air. It all dissappeared in a trail of green sparkles, "I'll not see this act ended. It's too soon, grand actor"

His mother, resting in a seat after an intense battle for the very lives of those that proclaimed to scourn her now peered over to Baalial with a half-lidded, weary expression. The devil was seared with malflame burns that had reached her scalp, and bandaged, "You understand now, don't you? After all of this? Why I chose survival over morality?

An ancient alchemist remarks at the odd use of language in this particular missive "Hm, John seems quite a fan of new-fangled youth speak. I'll have to consult him about it once I've checked on my dear patient."

"PADRE" - "You can't be in the cold like this, come come, let me get you some cocoa. Oh... what- What is this?" the Hyspian flushed pink and grasped the missive from his hands, "What?"

Baalial's mother, an equally accursed soul crumples the missive in question in her fist, "No..." - "This kingdom was my home. My origin... That man's family were like my own. I still remember my days by Georg's side fondly, and my days by his father's side even greater so." The fiend shakily grasps for her own pen and paper to write and once finished, she sought out her son, "To expell my kin is a bridge too far." - "Genocide, the same as I faced in my youth. Not again"

A gareishly pink clad woman interjects "Ohhh, come on. A little bit of nonesense in a title is FUN" she'd clap her hands together and spill mana sparkles everywhere. The woman then hopped up from her seat, "I'd even argue more! She needs MORE nonesense titles, until no government missive ever makes sense. I'm going to start a petition" the 'ker bolts out of the door on a mission to sow chaos.

Mircalla frowns "Always? Always affiliated? Oh Yes I sure do love the people that cursed me to look like this. Golly gosh. I love chaos and Iblees against all better judgement. Sure" The devil picked some dirt out from under her nail, she'd then fourish the note toward her son, "Look at that." - "If he was going to hunt me, he could have done it based on my last name... I did give him a full name" (Nice post by the way, I like it)

Robert's grandmother sighs in disappointment, loudly.

A certain child of his reads the missive with a big smile, tears in her eyes. The princess rushes to write her wife in all but name a letter.

APPLICATION FOR INTERVIEW FULL NAME: Blanca-Francisca De Pelear AGE: 26 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: (if any) Sieges, spars, hunting, spear-fishing, sailing METHOD OF CONTACT: (Discord name/Mcname) bubbles5614 (discord)

Aveline's mother sheds a tear at the name of the collection.

good luck

Lah'enna does a little dance

WANTED Tuvsmas-tree defiller REWARD 100 MINA Last seen in Vallagne current whereabouts unknown Contact Missus Annice Briggs with any information The criminal was spotted pilfering the pine in the centre of Vallagne under the cover of night. I, Annice Briggs attest to the horrific sight I saw that day. I’m a humble keeper, I had been visiting the city of Vallagne for brooms and knick knacks for my Liege Lord across the pond when I spied the head of a rabbit poking about the merchandise… Surprised by the sight, I quickly went to investigate. I saw a woman with a rabbit mask, in lavish silks slink off behind one of the stalls. I gave chase and the THING seemed to disappear periodically as if of supernatural origin. I hunted the creature until I came upon THE Tuvsmas tree in question. At this moment, the rabbit vanished, as if it had never been there in the first place. It struck me that what I had found was PROFOUNDLY wrong. Despite the fairy-tale-like retelling of following a rabbit through the city, the first thing that assaulted me was no woman, but a stench. Entrails of dubious origin were slung over the tree in place of lights and strange leathery pink ribbons had been tied to the limbs of the Yule-tree. I clutched my Marian cross and approached. A five-pointed star had been smeared upon the tiled ground in blood and underneath were the words “Yee faithful, worship not false-idols” . I crossed myself and hoped to GOD that I was not in danger. A dilapidated stuffed rabbit was also laying abandoned underneath the tree… I believe it to be some form of calling-card. I sought to investigate the city for any further clues, when I came upon posters in the same handwriting. The heathen doctrine is far too grim to recount, so I have simply attached them here. Read at your own peril. [!] The aforementioned letter is attached

A garishly pink Sorceress heaves out a black and tarry cough into her sheets while reading "Oh my GOD! That's me! Woooo! Mother I'm on the paper- Oh... Nalt- Oh... Freya I'm on the pap- Oh..." she wasn't sitting next to anyone to brag to.

Blanca reads the missive with a big ol' grin. The young princess raises her glass to toast to their longevity and health.

Alf Vuiller sat by a rather toasty fire, warming his toes "Down with the Dragons! Down with the heretics!" he cried out fervently before taking another sip of his whiskey, "Or something of the sort"

Blanca-Francisca De Pelear gets a flier to the face thanks to the wind.

A freshly eighteen princess of Hyspia roused from her slumber to view the missive. Blanca-Francisca de Pelear breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her father's name on the end and not her sister's. The child of peace and prosperity readied her scyfling war axe, given to her by her most dutiful 'friend'. She was ready for war.

A towering old hag smiles at the missive.