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Avaion looked at the missive as she settled back in bed with her new journal, knowing she will keep a close eye on the stall for new items.

Dear Family and Friends, If this letter finds you, I have passed. Over the years my heart has slowly fallen behind, something I planned to not hide but hide I did. Please know this was not out of some twisted will to die, per my youth, just acceptance of my humanity and a dying flame. I am sorry for what I have missed, the joys of family, hunts of days pass, fighting for the nation we grew with. Though I do not know if some of you will ever read it, I will write of you like the fondness of youth. Sissle The woman who took me in, raised me as her own, denied to claim me as her daughter, then did so years later only to suffer such a wound her memory faded. Our connection has always been a trifling one, something that put so much strain on my want to be loved and to have family. I miss the woman she was, though I am proud of what her form has become. Though I am not entirely sure what has become of her. I love you Mama, I miss you more than words can describe. Iulius I thought it would be a fantasy to find blood again, but you proved me wrong. Carry on your legacy, continue to build your family, and never forget the scrappy child that kept to the tavern. That is what I want you to remember, please. I regret not being there for any of the family, the fault is mine alone, though I am happy to have seen the children grow from the sidelines. Thank you Iulius, for being there and teaching me a thing or two. Livius I am sorry for all the pain you have gone through, though most dumb luck, some sheer devastating. I will regret not being there for you just a bit more, we never did have that family dinner. Perhaps you can share some wine to the wind for me and we can call it even? Better yet, share a round or two with those we know and knew. Though perhaps I have you to blame for some of my alcoholic premises, for that I forgive you. Hans My darling husband, I am sorry for never reaching out as much as I should’ve. You deserved a better wife than I, though I miss and enjoyed our moments together all the same. Thank you for writing that alchemy book for me, though I suppose if I pass then there is no reason for me to keep it. Teach the world the good of alchemy, and never stop doing what is right. Please forgive me for not being there enough for you, for our marriage or our bond. Please do not be sad for too long, I am resting now. One day maybe we can see each other again. You all should have access to my property; someone will drop off a key upon my death. Take what you'd like for memory or otherwise. Sincerely, Arvia Rowena Hesperia Shiori Haverlock-Hargrave Frey Stroheim

Renna Odessa stared at the missive in silence while she drank hot tea. The old and heavily faded Haense flag sat folded in her basement, catching dust in the dim light. "Krusae zwy kongzem, oh how I miss those towering red walls." She threw the missive into her fireplace before walking to her balcony to stare at the flaming tree, a heavy sigh falling from her. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eve Beliee had picked up the missive as she was riding through red snow-covered woods to the west of Norland, casually looking for herbs. As she read it a frown formed and a small, yet sad, weight lifted from her shoulders. Her birth nation would never come back, like she had hoped it would.

Renna found the fresh missive after looming more linen. “I suppose I could offer some knowledge and create more outfits.” ——————— Arvia checked her mailbox and found the paper, reading it over before deciding she needed to get back behind the bar counter.

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Arvia returned north after receiving a rather confusing and worrying letter. Only when she spoke with an old face did she hear of what happened. Resentment bubbled up once again, she remembered Haense’s falling, and the similarities felt far too similar. It was only after she went to check on her mother ( @Calise11) did she even read the missive. “I will not stand to see my home, my people, and my family be tread upon like this.” Arvia would ride back to Reinmar and collect her things and her child. A note would be left for Hans on his bed.

Hi, I’m looking for a player who would like to play my character’s adoptive daughter Danika Yeliza (no that is not a last name). She’s had the baby since she was born roughly 5 irp years ago. The description goes as follows. Crystal blue eyes stare at those nearby through frizzy dark curls, her cheeks are rosy compared to her pallid skin tone. So far I’ve rp’d Danika as a curious toddler with all things around her, but it’s completely up to you on how you’d like to play her! More information on who her mother and family are would be discussed in DMs. I plan to make a base skin for whoever agrees too!

Arvia read the missive with a small smile, “At least some can still find happiness and love these days.” She raised a tankard of mead, ready to watch the two be wed.

Arvia picked up the missive, checking the aviary daily for her certificate. Blank eyes guided over the page before it was tucked away. “Listen to stories and serve patrons, hnn sounds like a normal day.” Quietly she went to sit behind the counter, silent and still.

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Arvia looked at the missive as the visited Haense, ice eyes looking up at the large castle. “Sissle did say to socialize more.” She turned away from the pinned missive, riding back to Norland as she planned on a new dress.

An elf sat within her home, grumbling about a break in and a once compadre gone rogue. The woman steeled her heart, and windows, if he decided to stop by again.

MC Username: ForestCryptid2k Character Name: Rainne Babblebrook Character Age: 36 Profession: Baker & Fisherman Would you like help finding a profession? : Yes [ ] No [X] Do you have a burrow within the village?: Yes [X] No [ ]

After Sasha broke the news to Kelpie, the two of them rode in silence to Jun Lei. And once Xil led them to the clinic, did Kelpie feel the grand weight of what had happened. Kelpie, once having seen the body, leaned over to kiss the cold lips and offer a final farewell. "I loved you, and I always will love you." - "My shining star, forever you will have my heart."

An elf with hair red like flame sat extinguished in despair, her home gone, husband away, her friend like brother missing, and now someone she had once seen as a sister was dead. Crowley mourned the loss, glasses shattered besides her as she felt the first death that would come with her lifetime.

Selune having walked the city a few times can attest to the multitude of children left within the spires of the city. "He has made a point, and hopefully soon the unworthy malns and haeluns that leave their children get their dues."

After having met WITH the halfling king, whilst he was scouting, Crowley stared at the missive. "What the- ? Shogging? Is this going to be drinking or pushing each other off of logs?" The elf was utterly confused.

Eve had to re-read the missive twice, somehow the crayon looked way to elegant and only after some rest and moving her things into the southern fort did it look like crayon writing again. "Now what's all this? Wasn't the shire just...? Oh I give up, let me write in peace." Crowley sits drinking and smoking within her home in Lurin. Far too intoxicated to care about missives, and too reclused to go outside and find one. "I miss mein flamme, where is my husband?"

An elf smiles fondly at the newly opened storefront, walking inside to restock the shelves. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Re-Opening Of Bee's Books & Trinkets Settled to the left of the tavern, at Sudliches Handelsviertel VII in Reinmar! Also located at Viceroy Road I in Hyspia! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Come inside we have, books, teas, and trinkets from your favorite series all for sale! -=-+ Books +-=- A Winter's Embrace Sea Of Love Cleansing Of The Fire Echos Of Destiny: Part One Echos Of Destiny: Part Two Whispers In The Shadows The Sun & The Moon: A Poem Tides of Iron & Song -=-+ Drinks +-=- Earl Grey Bergamot Tea Orange & Spice Herbal Tea Spiced Apple Cider -=-+ Trinkets +-=- Shadow's Embrace Model Ship Woven Lily Parasol Winter’s Heart Tavern Snow Globe Bee’s Snuggle Buddy Plushie -=-+ Journals +-=- The Hound’s Journal The Herbalist’s Grimoire _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ More To Come Later!

A body would wash ashore along the river that ran near the farms of Haense, the body would be bloated and worn from tumbling against rocks in the river. The corpse would be slightly unrecognizable, only covered in a degrading dress with floral patterns on it as the long brown hair would be tangled with weeds, yarn and a set of broken glasses. The female body would rot out of the water for a few days before a farmer came to inspect it. The man was horrified to find the decaying mass, covered his nose and came closer to look for any identification. The only thing he could find in the woman's pockets was a broken knitting needle with words 'Return to .... Ludovar'. Freya's last moments were blurry, from losing her glasses, to falling, to being in excruciating pain, it was all very blurry. It had been a few years after the blizzard had ended, the snow was melting slowly with each day, yet it would refreeze into ice overnight. Maybe she shouldn't have been returning to the keep so late at night, Freya could have stayed in the tavern. But she was blindly stubborn and left back for the keep hours after the sun had set. So, as she walked up the steep steps, she walked over hundreds of times, she tripped and fell forward. The glasses on her face fell with her, landing at the edge of the steep mountainside. The woman groaned in annoyance, slowly inching her way around to look for the things that would let her see. She crept up to the ledge unknowingly and found her glasses. Freya stood up as she put the glasses on, frowning as the glass was cracked. One step forward and she was falling again, screams cut short as her head hit the jagged rocks on the mountainside. Silently she fell until landing in a pile of snow on the side of the mountain, her head pounding as she would begin to bleed to death. Her body would lie in that snow pile for months, frozen in wait till spring came and the snow would slosh down to the river beds. Her body moved with the flow, getting pulled under the rushing water that moved to Valdev. The farmer would wrap the corpse in a large blanket, pinning it shut with the knitting needle before hefting the body into the back of his cart and starting the long walk to the Ludovar's keep. After many hours, he would arrive, and giving his best explanation he would hand off the body to any adult present. "I found the lass' body by the farms, looked to be washed ashore. I am sorry, that is all I know." The man would be quick to depart after that, leaving whomever there to deal with the smelling corpse.

Eve sat in her home, now having returned to Reinmar after a journey of silence, “I can only hope and pray that Handil’s name gets cleared. As for Vindacus… I can only pray that the light finds him.” The lights of the candles slowly burned out as she read the rest of the missive.

Eve went numb when the boulder dropped down onto Handil, rendered speechless as tears fell down her cheeks without warning. She heard nothing around her besides the ringing in her ears as the scene replayed over and over in her mind. It wasn't until Mattia, another soldier of Reinmar, carried her to the clinic that she regained her speech. Eve was placed on a clinic bed, and she took the opportunity to scramble as far away from the man who had carried her, scooting herself into the corner where walls met. She pulled the sea blue cloak over herself, hiding her body away from the man like a child would hide under the covers from monsters. 'Monsters...' Is what Eve's brain supplied to her in that moment, 'Surrounded by monsters of men' "You still believe he was good, uh?" Mittia had asked her. “I held his hand; I saw the scars that made him living.” She curled as far into herself as she could, barely listening to the man's words. “He-… He trusted me, I knew him for so long….” Eve barely listened to what the man said to her, only picking up on the tail end of his words. "Sometimes the people we trust are just using us.” “No…” so whispered, so far into her belief, “He hunts darkspawn, kills the undead. He can't-….” 'He can't be what he's killed' She finished to herself. Eve Beilee shook her head, “I never went with him, because I was always in Haense or Minitz. I've seen his room, his helm has aurum on it.” Her hands gripped at her hair, tugging at it. “He can't be darkspawn, or an agent of the dark. He lived in the shire, with halflings.” Eve knew that Handil didn't lie to her, but how could she confess to someone who wasn't exactly on her side that she has seen the scars scattered on his arms? Mattia kept repeated that Handil was a darkspawn or aligned with them. At some point Eve grew distant as tears started flowing again, she asked if she could go to her home. Mattia let her walk out, and that she did. For two whole days she stayed in her bed, crying her eyes out and passing out from a complete drain of emotions. On the third day she woke up late at night, with a plan. One to leave and never return, because what if the Pontiff were to call for her head next? Or set on a pyre and burned alive? Eve didn't feel comfortable thinking of the rest of the ways they could plan her demise. So as quick as she could, she packed her weapons, clothes, and food for the road ahead. Attentively she looked over the items she would be leaving behind, picking up the few jewelry pieces she had and stuffed them in a pocket. As quietly as she could, Eve slowly maneuvered herself around Reinmar's layout and avoiding the large amount of people in the square. She had to act normal, or at least emotionally sane as she passed the group to head towards the back road that lead to her shop. Eve didn't stop moving till she got up to the attic space, taking a deep breath in and releasing it to calm her nerves. Hesitantly she looked over the books on the shelfs, picking out her two favorite books and stuffing them in with the rest of her items. She also grabbed a few blank books and some quills before scouting out the road below. Once the gaurd on patrol left the area Eve rushed out of her shop, ignoring the gates that were wide open, and pushing through the citizen doors. 'I will never trust open gates after this.' Pulling her whistle out she waited impatiently for her horse to arrive, jumping onto the white beast and riding towards Haense while actively avoiding the roads at all costs. She rode around Haense, and continued to follow the path to Petra, rushing her horse through the square before ridding off into an open feild. If anyone were to check her home, or her shop, they would find dust has collected and any fires would be out. Food would have rotted in the cupboards and nothing would be restocked.

This story begins on the vast pathways across Aveos, in the colder north of the continent. A married elven couple rides along the paths, the wife crying in pain as her pregnant belly threatens to burst. The husband is driving the cart to Haense, a northern kingdom of humans. As the two get to the bridge of the kingdom, the baby is soon to be born. The next few days the wife laid in a clinic bed, tiredly holding her child as hazel eyes gazed upwards at her. Eve Beilee was born and ready to see the world. As the elven family stayed in Haense for a few years till Eve was 5 years old, leaving to go about their trading gypsy-like ways. With each town and city the family stopped in Eve grew in awe of the mass amounts of books to read, and the beautiful scenery around her. As her parents sold, bartered, and traded items they had, Eve ran off to whatever local library there was, sitting against the bookcases for hours learning to read from books for children. By nightfall Eve’s parents would find their child slumped asleep with piles of books around her, some open to pictures of maps or designs of fair maidens being rescued. Her father would pick her up and bring her back to their campsite while her mother put all the books back in place. When the family gathered under the night sky, cuddled with one another for warmth even on summer nights, Eve would wearily wake up and watch the stars and how they twinkled before falling back to sleep. Years passed by as Eve turned 16, now having viewed most notable cities and kingdoms, she was helping her parents sell and trade items. Yet she longed to find a spot in a library to read, or to run through the woods and climb the trees. While her parents were putting their makeshift stall away Eve would run out the front gates to the wilderness, grinning with laughter as the wind pushed her dark hair out behind her and her tanned dress looked like a banner in flight. At a peace once more Eve relished in the sounds of the animals, sitting on the floor as squirrels ran across the floor, birds sang songs for a hopeful mate, and deer pranced between trees. When Eve returned to her family's temporary campsite she found it turned upside down. The family’s cart was burning and all the things they had were torn through, crates smashed near the burning wreckage. Eve cried out for her parents, rushing forward to look through the campsite for any signs of them. She nearly tripped over the wreckage as she found her parents a few feet away from the burning cart, blood staining the grass under them a dark ichor. Eve’s eyes filled with tears as she shook their bodies, hoping for any kind of reaction. Yet no reaction was given, the air had long been stolen from their lungs and the light in their eyes burned no more. Eve cried in anguish over her parent’s bodies, begging for forgiveness, for running off instead of staying with them to return to the campsite. She let the cart burn overnight, passing out next to her parent’s bodies. As dawn broke Eve slowly rumbled to wake, forgetting momentarily that her parent’s laid dead next to her. She suffered through another round of crying before wiping at her tears to stand up. Gathering what materials weren’t burned or looted, Eve started to dig a large hole for her parents. The sun sat high in the sky as she finished the hole, taking a moment to rest her aching limbs. Being as gentle as she could with her parent’s corpses she laid them both to rest in the hole, doing her best to intertwine their arms together. Placing what was left of a fur pelt over their bodies she started to dump dirt back into the hole. Her voice was weak as she repeated the cannonist prayers for the dead, tears streaming down her face till she was finished. The tossed dirt left the impression of the grave, marking it clearly for all to see. So she gathered fallen oak seeds and buried them together in the soil above her parents. Sun started to set again as she collected what she could from the campsite before leaving the remains of her childhood behind. As the months passed on Eve took it upon herself to learn how to fight with daggers and a bow, inspired by the tales of the Scyfling Wars in Haense’s history. Even with no mentor besides the occasional guard teaching her small tricks, her aim and accuracy with a bow grew to be almost on par with any nation’s army man. Each time she drew the notched arrow back she thought of the bandits that killed her parents. As the arrow released forward it would pierce the practice target always near the center, making a satisfying thunk each time. Though she never found out who or what group killed her family, she vowed to fight off bandits and bring them to justice, even if that justice was at the tip of her arrows. Haense’s long bridge greeted Eve as she entered the nation’s territory, a small sense of belonging jolted her veins. Quietly she crossed the bridge, looking over into the icy rivers below before standing at the gate waiting to be let in. After exchanging the usual name, allegiance and reason for visiting, Eve was allowed inside. Almost immediately she was met by a man who overheard that she wanted to join the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, the nation's army. She explained she did, but only after learning a bit more about the kingdom’s history. It had been over a decade since she had been in Haense, so Eve asked if he could show her where the library was. She thanked him as she went to study the history of Haense.

The cold stone walls in Reinmar did little to settle Eve as she shot up out of bed, in her mind the dark corners of her room held those same deadly eyes. Quickly she lit a candle and grabbed the journal on her bedside, writing down her nightmarish dream. ”What the hell was that?”

An elf hidden away in her room at Reinmar looks over the paper as she paints, “I wonder what I should dress up as.” Eve put away her painting supplies and headed out to the library to do some hard time research!