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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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?”
  5. 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!
  6. Amelia welcomed the new arrival to the skies, although only after staring at him for minutes. “You! We met in Elysium and I named you Lev, how are you fairing friend?”
  7. [!] A painting showing the tavern during a rainy night. Grand Opening of The White Petal Tavern -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Come join us for Tavern Night at The White Petal Tavern! Drinks will be flowing and food will be cooking and punches will be throwing. A fight pit will be in the lower floors of the establishment, a reminiscence of fight pits in taverns past. There will be a short tournament with a prize of 50 mina to the winner and a prize to the runner up. If you wish to enter the tournament, please bird The Masked Merchant!
  8. [!] Announcement Boards see a new addition to their cluttered papered faces! =+= Wild Wares Emporium =+= Come Visit In Haense at Vantra III Near the Palace! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Wild Wares Emporium offers a wide variety of items for sale! Ranging from dolls and children's toys to jewelry for any fine maiden or strong lad. What we offer: - Toys - Clothes - Hand-carved items - Jewelry - And other finery We also take commissions for any type of item that you are willing to think of! Just put in an order and we will start on it as fast as possible! Thank you for reading this and please visit us in the near future!
  9. Merchant Supply Deal 15th of The Deep Cold, 131 SA I, Laenor Scrivener, will go to The Masked Merchant to sell items I deem fit, and in the trade I will gain both mina for the items and a random amount of building materials supplied by The Masked Merchant. Once I, Laenor Scrivener, tell The Masked Merchant to stop supplying me with building materials they will get a cart free of charge. It will be funded by me, leaving no charge to The Masked Merchant. Should one party want to remove themself from the contract, this trade deal will become null and void. X . . . Lord Laenor Scrivener, Lord of Visenya X . . . Masked Merchant, Owner of Wild Wares Emporium
  10. 3rd of Malin’s Welcome, 130 SA I, the Masked Merchant, will train and teach Barold Fieter crafts and the way of the trade. When he has compiled a stock or completed an item he deems ready to sell, he may sell it to Matthew Longwitz for mina. Matthew can take this stock and sell it to whomever deems the need to buy it off of him. Should this contract expire in 15 years passed signage, or one party wants to remove themself from the contract, this trade deal will become null and void. X . . . Matthew Longwitz X . . . Barold Fieter X . . . Masked Merchant
  11. [!] Letters would be posted up on every conceivable surface. To all merchants, shop owners, and traders across this time and space, I welcome you to join the Merchant’s Alliance. Make it easier to find that one item you need, or to find someone to commission that item. Make money by helping stock items be delivered to their locations, or by finding lost supplies on familiar trade routes. Let’s all work together today!
  12. A certain masked merchant prepares to sing this everytime they enter Minitz territory.
  13. An old woman stumbled as she followed retreating Haense citizens from the capital. Her ears were listening intently to all that was said, and made the lorraine over her as she heard of the fall of a Colborn. "May he rest in peace." "Godan keep my sweet Stasia safe in these times." Parvana Ludovar whispered under her breath as she made her way to savoy.
  14. A one Vuiller in the seven skies wonders where her brother-in-law is. Surely his time on the world's face passed, "It's been ages, where is that damned hound?!"
  15. A young boy with black hair walked around the lit streets of Hanseti-Ruska for the umpteenth time that night, a frown etched into his face. He passed by the bakery set for eviction, the once aglow Sigmundic Smithy, and back down to the Barclay Bargins. With a sigh he paused as he looked down the main road again, "What do I do- when dawn breaks I will turn 14. I don't know what I should do with my life at all yet." He thought back to the stories his older sister told him, about their great-great-great-great grandfather and how he fought with one arm. The great Archer Biano, once ranger for the HRA turned into a quick paced assassin from the shadows. Stories of how he slew a one-eyed beast with simply a dagger, sneaking up on an entire camp and killing everyone in it, and losing his arm to a rouge mercenary with a claymore. It was all stories he enjoyed, albeit for the extra gore his sister loved to throw in, it gave him inspiration and confidence. Then why was he feeling so lost, if he truely felt a semblance of confidance or inspiration from stores of his ancestor why does he hesitate to find a soldier and ask to join? He thought it was because he feared not being good enough to fight alongside well-seasoned warriors. Maybe because he wanted to stay in Haense and learn to forge weapons and create beautiful masterpeices that could-hopefully rival the masters. And yet he stopped, watching the forge fire burn out, watching the lone soldier at their post from a distance, all because he was unsure. So the rest of the night, he paced the streets of Haense, looking through store windows and beating himself down for not being good enough.
  16. A certain aged Mondblume sat saddened in her home in the cold north, "If only Ich had young legs again. It saddens me to miss such an event from mein once home." With a sad smile she went back to sewing the plush pumpkin to join the black cat.
  17. While a certain Barclay was visiting she picked up the missive. "Ich wonder if Ich should surprise Ledi..." With a smile she pocketed the letter and headed back to Haense to prepare for the journey again.
  18. Briggite is wondering what the **** is happening in Balian, intrigued.
  19. A Letter of The Past [!] Amelia sitting at her window, reading a letter she never sent. Sitting down in her lounge chair, Amelia put on her reading glasses as she placed a stack of papers into her lap. Ever since she moved Amelia has tried clearing out items that have no use to her. “Recipes, ein list of fabrics, ein list of dyes,” She rattled off, making two piles of papers. “Ein unfinished drawing… several unfinished drawings. Ein tax break, notes…” Amelia sighed as she lifted up her glasses to pinch at the bridge of her nose. It has been an hour and finally she has made it to the final paper. Looking down she sees that it is an envelope, and sealed with her family’s crest. Opening it she pursed her lips at the name written with love. ‘Dear Fitz, It has been years since you have left me, and several less since I have left Elysium. I’ve come to agree with myself that being in Elysium reminds me too much of you, too much of what we had built up only for it to come crashing down. I missed the man you were, we were going to get married, a whole ceremony that I had already made a dress for. But now the dress grows with layers of dust, untouched since I had once shown you. Haense was once my home as a child, and it is again. I live in a small house, just enough for me and maybe another. Though I know my child will not be joining me, nor you, I still wait near the door for the day. I have my simple lifestyle, restocking shelves of books and quills, buying ingredients, and making my meals. There Are days where I just write letters, much like this one, begging you to remember me and to come back for me. But much like the others this one will be burned in my fireplace. That is my fear, or rather my issue, I’m stuck in the past we made and the future I so built up for you and for myself. But I have to move on, even though I vowed to never forget you and to never move on. But what are my vows if they were never received under the rite of marriage? Maybe one day I will send a letter, one more calm and still full of that young love I had. I missed you. Sincerely, Amelia Guenevere Mondblume’ Amelia looked over her signature again, then towards the name at the top. The silence that surrounded her was deafening, not even the crackle of the fireplace seemed to make noise. Not until she released a breath, her entire being relaxed. “Ich was young und stupidly in love. Ich am glad Ich moved on…” Her thumb rubbed over the name ‘Fitz’ a few times, it blurring out under her skin. Slowly she stood up, folding the paper and placing it back into its envelope. As she looked at the broken wax seal she sighed and threw the paper into the fireplace, watching as the letter burned up and turned into ashes. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, ich hope du rested und found love.”
  20. Amelia rode into the Viscounty of Mintz, ready to share treats and goodies to the fellow waldenians. But when she arrives, word gets to her that Leon is sick! She is upset, for she brought a reinmarien brew today with her. Amelia looks for Orion, handing him both baskets of items. "This ist for Ser Leon, Ich wish for his swiftest recoveries." She gave no other information before leaving once more. Amelia has to make 'get well soon' baskets for Ser Leon, and to cry about a sick Barclay.
  21. Thoughts During A Cold Dance [!] Brigitte dancing on the roof dance floor as it snows. As the snow fell around Brigitte, she couldn’t help but wonder how her fall would be. Would it be graceful like a snowflake? Or would it fall harshly like hail? Her eyes closed as she pinched at the skirt of her dress, picking it up slightly as she began to dance. Snowflakes moved away from her as she spun gracefully, only a few touching her skin. Not once has Brigitte fallen in love, ignoring what made her heartbeat in turn for the practice of ballet. Something she could practice and succeed at, no unknown moves from a dance partner. Her shoulders relaxed as she made for a grand leap, raising her right hand momentarily to the moon before she landed with a spin. The light frost highlighted her hair, and the lanterns made it seem like she was glowing. The unknown, maybe that is what Brigitte was afraid of. Not knowing the next move, how things would play out. Maybe that is why she had given up on her dream to be a Knight. The gentle sound of a piano and a violin came to her ears, whether it be real or rather just her mind, she smiled at it. Hand held out to the absence of a partner, she spun into the arms of no one leaning back just far enough before pulling forward into another leap. Brigitte would have shook her head at her child self. Why did she want to be a Knight so badly? She had not been taught how to wield a sword, much less a bow. Maybe it was because of her father, and her grandfather before her. The moon shone brighter as the snow fell to a halt, acting like the spotlight on the lone dancer. She took small steps forward before kicking up the snow, letting it flutter through the air. Violin and piano mixed to create a rising melody, before-... She never felt like she could do good by their names, or by their roles. Though women throughout history have proven those around them wrong, she didn’t feel like she was enough to be one of them. So she picked up dancing, something that was petite and delicate. Something soft that was for her to learn and be molded into. Brigitte fell to the floor in a harsh crash. Her foot was not far enough in front of her leading her to slip to the floor. Her eyes looked around her, silence ensued as she took in breaths. No one saw her fail, no one saw her mistake. She was to be molded into her own perfect creation.
  22. For certain items, like cakes and books n' quils, it won't let me stack. Should I still modreq for that?
  23. Shipwrecked on the inner coast of the swamps, a batch of red hair moved and grumbled near the wreckage. The woman sat up, looking around her at the broken wood and crates. She frowned as she soon realized that she was the sole survivor of a ship lost to a storm. Olive 'Ash' Tanner pushed the muck and blood that stuck to her face off before looking through the 'surviving' pieces. She soon pulled out a single bottle of alcohol, the same one her mother Ashlynn Tanner left for her before she died. Holding the bottle by the neck she moved to the water's edge and washed her face clean before treading through the environment. Soon she made it to the roads, reading and following the signs that pointed towards Haense's capital. Olivia trudged through the dirt and soon passed through the open back gate. She continued to follow the roads inside of Haense's high walls, they themselves leading her to the tavern and to the sweet heat of the fireplace that stood in front of her. "Guess Oi finalleh made it mum." Olive sat down on the closet chair to the fire, "Are ye smilin' down on meh yet?" Olive 'Ash' Tanner Born in 1851 (SA 55) Human Female Olive wears similar, or even the same, clothing her mother wore before her when she lived in Haense. Like her mother before her, she has a bad drinking habit and an accent that can be hard to understand. Fiery red hair, and an even more fire in her personality, she is waiting for whatever awaits her.
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