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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?”

[!] 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!

[!] 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!

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

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

[!] 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!

A certain masked merchant prepares to sing this everytime they enter Minitz territory.

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.

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?!"

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.

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.

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.

Briggite is wondering what the **** is happening in Balian, intrigued.

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.”

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.

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.

For certain items, like cakes and books n' quils, it won't let me stack. Should I still modreq for that?

Ig? the image is a bit smushed

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.

Amelia Geunevere Mondblume is sad by the factor of most of her family being gone, but agrees with the third choice. "Ich just hope da Mondblume name ist nicht lost to time."

[!] A black raven flies over trees and nations to bring a letter that may never be read. 20th of Malin's Welcome, SA 72 Dear Fitz, I do not know where you have gone, but I hope you are safe. The Guenevere's have been removed from Elysium; I forget for what, but I know that they are gone from there now. The manor feels empty, more than it already did. My Pa isn't around much, and Mica left to explore the world to her heart's content, I wonder if you are doing the same. I've slowly lost motivation in my craft over the years, but I picked up needle and thread and created a new dress. Maybe I can find a girl in Haense that will like it. It is made of a soft cream top with a dotted blue skirt lined with red at its borders, truly a nice match don't you think? Maybe I can make another version of it too, one in green and yellow. I miss you, I truly do, not a day goes by where I don't think of what you are doing and working on. Every part of me wants to help you, to be near you but I know you always did keep me away from the work you did. I remember years of our lives together, but now it only feels like we just met all over again. And in some truth, we did, you met me again for a second time. As heartbreaking that interaction was, it only fueled me to stay by your side and help you back to your place of standing, even if I failed ultimately. If you ever call to find me, I will be moving back to Haense. As much as I love Elysium for raising me and sheltering me for most of my life, none of my family resides there anymore. My aunt that raised me when my Pa couldn't is elsewhere, my Pa himself is never home it seems, and the child I helped raise is traveling the world. I have more resting in Haense than I do Elysium, but I will always visit when I can. When you do come back, I will wait for you with open arms and hopefully you the same for me. The love of my life, may you come back in peace. With Love, Amelia Guenevere Mondblume

Adele Ludovar is proud of him for doing so. Cookies await him back at the keep.

"Rutherns" Adele Ludovar shook her head, the grayed woman sitting up in her office space within Barclay Bargains™. "Mein vater was right to nicht like them, und as am I."

Mink hugged her father back, a sigh of relief escaping her. She dearly missed the feeling of her father's hugs. "Alive and well, I was cooking for the family for a while." She quipped, giving a smile back to her father. Her image was that of her prime.

Mink stood within the kitchen kneading the dough and getting it ready to set out to rise. Under her breath she sang a lullaby, one that her father would’ve sung to her when she was younger. It was before dawn, a time that was often for Mink to wake up. Even as a noble woman, she desired more to clean and see the happy smiles and full stomachs of her family than any gold or coin. Turning away from the kitchen she walked into the off-room parlor. Taking a seat next to the portrait of the Vuiller family she sighed at the sight of it. It pulled her heartstrings, seeing everyone so happy, and most likely the only painting of her father. She placed her hand over her chest, gripping the shirt of her dress as her heart tightened more. Something wasn’t right, her body hurt and suddenly she was on the floor. In her fleeting moments she thought back on her life. A young girl by the name of Mink Vuiller ran around the streets of Oren, looking around for her family. She soon stopped outside one of the many tall buildings and listened to the loud voice of her father coming from within. Soon Mink was greeted with more of her family, her siblings and distant cousins. The girl hid next to her proud father, Cardinal Johan Vuiller, watching with squinted eyes at all the people around her. The party dispersed and she left with her cousin, helping carry her sleeping brother into the cathedral. A few years later Mink was within Southbridge, hiding with her sister and other women as it was attacked. The almost teen would glare frequently at the duchess that resided in the same room as them. She grew to despise the woman even more when she pulled the hair out of Ravn Vuiller's scalp. When they all fled back to Providence Mink wanted to leave the group, but did not as her father was there at the gates when she arrived. Minutes later they were within the palace, and stuck within one of the many rooms. Mink was grumbling at her sister next to her as the Duchess went into another room with her father. Frequently her eyes wandered over to the armored man that the Duchess had picked up for ‘protection’. “I don’t see why I need to stay here- why we have to stay here.” Mink crossed her arms as she looked over at the Dutchess’ daughter that stood on the other end of the room. Mink was running through the streets of Oren, laughing at her escape from the room and essentially the palace. She could hear her father’s booming voice behind her, and it only made her move faster. Soon the gates to the city were in sight as she took the citizen doors and made her way down the long stairs. As her flats touched the solid earth she looked at the road signs, taking a sharp right and running over a bridge. Eventually Mink stopped running as she had landed in New Esbec, and the smell of cooking meat wafted to her from the local tavern. During many nights Mink would leave the safety of her home and take the trek to New Esbec to learn how to fight. During those nights the dark elf that was training her, Hans, would let her ask about her old wounds and of his past. The two became close friends, and soon Hans had gifted her a Dwarven Greataxe. “It is special, so take good care of it.” He smiled at her as she learned how to properly use the weapon. Years had passed, and Mink grew into a young lady. Over those years Mink had been cooped up mostly within her room reading and doing lazy sketches. When she did leave her home, she met nice men her age, and for a while she did adore one but he turned and left with no trace. Many times this would happen to her, a man seemingly made to be her other would walk in and then out of her life. It confused and frustrated her, and it led her to leave on an expedition for many a year. Mink’s life continued like this till she settled and decided to start writing a book. Giving up on her own hope of love, she wrote and wrote drafts to day's ends. With the help of her sister they would both dable into sewing, and creating outfits, but it never stuck to Mink like her writing did. But as a war grew and soon broke out, Mink would not have the peace she needed. So for the first few years of the war, Mink stayed away from her family and went to other nations. Under the name Nerza, Mink would write her stories in peace. She was growing old and gray in a few spots in her hair, and it helped put a new perspective into her mind. Within her downtime, Mink would spoil local youths and give them mina or toys or sweets and it brought her great joy to see that smile upon their faces. Near the end of the war, Mink returned to her family and at their new estate. She smiled at the large lake within the center of the land as her brother Rev Vuiller approached her. The two triplets hugged and talked about the time that they had missed from one another. Rev even showed her a room where she could call her own. Old and graying, Mink confined herself to the cleanliness of the fortress-like keep. Keeping what semblance of a routine she would wake early to make breakfast for the family, occasionally taking the help of the younger generations. While everyone else was out and about Mink would sweep, dust, polish and shine everything she could. Her days were simple to her, cook, clean and rest. Mink’s life had been awry, and all over the place. And in her fleeting moments of life, she wished for nothing more than for the relief from it all. And that is what she gotten that when she breathed her last breath.