MapleSunflower

Somewhere within the house Ni’Leya, the youngest member of the family was curled up on a couch in front of the fireplace. Warmed by the hearth and her layered robes, Cailín Ni’Leya received the missive from under her door. Clambering up, she rushed to break it open and read it. A loud gasp came from the oem’ii as she said, “Ayliana!” Further reading it, she blinked in shock. “Wow… She’s done so much for us, yet it feels her hard work isn’t acknowledged to the degree it should be.” Slowly returning back to her comfortable spot, Cailín snuggled into the comfort of her couch. “I hope she gets Okarir’mali, she deserves it. She has a warm heart - warding me when I was alone.” Cailín drifted off to sleep; Her dreams filled of her adoptive Haelun.

LETS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Within a keep in the barony of Trabezon, Primrose Gendik-Komnenos glanced over to her husband as she read over the missive. She giggled as she scooted over to show him the missive. "I told you so! Bakir and Ragrin Ireheart finally get what they deserve for breaking their winter truce. Good things come to those who wait!"

The Doctor received the missive that was placed on her desk, breaking open the seal to read the letter inside. Upon finishing the letter, Dr. Primrose Gendik-Komnenos brought a hand over her mouth in thought. The moment of ponderance passed, prompting the woman to remove a clean piece of parchment and start writing her own letter - poor birds in the past 24 saint-hours must be absolutely exhausted. "To the High Pontiff, I am sure you are getting many letters and missives these days, and without my face you may not recognize me - but we in fact have quite the history. Many years ago, you were the one who excommunicated Arlo Cooper and granted us a divorce - freeing me of the grief and pain that marriage faced me with. Years have gone by since then, but our paths crossed once more at the attempted assassination in Oren. While I did not help with fighting as I was ill-equipped due to the losses of the war, I was there to treat your wound. I would like to apologize to my harshness to you or those around us, as many people talking and giving advice is very distracting and stresses me out while working - I am sorry that had happened. However, I of course write this letter out of concern and thus following if these concerns are confirmed, asking a favor. An open letter has been written to you concerning excommunication of Oren as well as specific members that had signed their names on a letter written by Anastasia I. While of course this excommunication proposal will have to be considered by you and it may not be accepted, my concerns grow more by the minute. First is the question of moral. One should not harm those who follow the Crown simply due to it being their job and survival. Those who live within Oren and signed that letter should not be penalized for something they cannot control. All in all, you will be affecting those who defended you in that assassination attempt and people like Sir Jarad Munnel Vuillerian, whom you've granted great recognition to in a recent missive. My main concern is not on recognition for treating your wound, but on a specific man. One man on that proposed list - an Arthur Komnenos - is my current husband. A husband much better than Arlo Cooper. A good man who fights for the justice of people just trying to survive in this cruel world. While I am not asking for public recognition, I do ask for a favor that is owed be returned at this time. If this list shall be followed and the excommunications commence, spare my husband. No person in this conflict of missives is clean of sins, not even I. While the Emperor and Empress surely have their flaws and sins brought forth by the concerns of Charlotte Augusta Novellen, so too is this Charlotte not absolved of sin. I am appalled that this excommunication is being brought upon the people of Oren who must live with their situation and do what is done to survive and are being punished for it, when Charlotte was caught in bed with the King of Urguan during a raid on Urguan in the early days of the war. What greater sin is committing such an act - an act between a husband and wife that is so sacred - and yet was done between a human and dwarf out of wedlock? Where are the cries of outrage for them? I do not care about the outrage against Charlotte nonetheless, but wish to point out the hypocrisy of the situation. I merely bring this letter asking for a due favor. I hope this letter finds you well amongst the chaos of missive wars and that the wound has properly healed and has left you without a scar. GODspeed, Doctor Primrose Gendik-Komnenos Baroness of St. Lothar" Dr. Primrose Gendik lifted the piece of parchment from where it rested on the desk to gently blow onto the ink. Once it was dry, she folded it into an envelope as she heated golden yellow wax over a tealight. The wax had melted after a few minutes and she poured the wax over the envelope's fold before placing a wax stamp over it. The wax would harden and the seal be removed, leaving an impressed of a sunflower on the wax stamp. Finally, the letter would be sent off to its recipient - the High Pontiff Everard VI.

The woman grinned behind her maroon mask at the statement of neutrality! What bliss it would be to finally catch a proper drink with old and new ferrymen friends. Though, shw did hope no barfights would break out and ruin the state of neutrality. If so… she would personally break the knees of both parties until they behaved. She thinks of a certain woman whom she had met, donning a similar a mask but of green. She owed her dinnah. Perhaps now she could do that in confidence of not being killed. The medic makes a mental note to bring dessert! (@Twinny)

Hi Josh! I went through something extremely similar back in August, my second month on LOTC as well. Ferrymen were consistently raiding Providence and we were all feeling the same stress and demoralization you feel now. Here’s some tips I’ve learned from my time here on LOTC: -Take breaks when you need to. Go take that shower, eat a meal, watch a tv show, or play another video game (even if it’s like club penguin or among us lmao!) -If this means going to another nation to rp with your friends, go ahead! Ask your orenian friends out for a vacation rp in elysium or anywhere you wish. Just be careful on the roads of course. Maybe meet in the spawn and ride on horses together. -You are allowed to not rally. If they ask? Just say personal life reasons. If you’re online, you can’t be able to hear oren’s bell from let’s say elysium or lubba’s keep or wherever else you are. So then you may not have to come. -Allow yourself to ignore birds. You can accept them and throw up away, or right out not answer! -If there are rude people on lotc who are oocly targeting you, and you really are bothered by it, get a desktop (NOT MOBILE) ss by doing ctrl & prnt scr (print screen copies the content on the screen and you can paste it into discord message!) Make sure there is the time stamp and is not edited/cut. Then you may send it to a mod and request to open an investigation into harassment/targeting/whatever the mod thinks. -Value your time where you are. Value your irp and ooc friends. They’re here for you. -Be kind to yourself. People will tell you “it’s just a mineman server.” And yes, it is, but they’re always missing the second half- the true point they might be trying to say. It is a minecraft server, but your emotions connected to it are valid. Everyone gets character bleed here and there, everyone feels the pressure. Irp or ooc actions truly affect us - the same way someone a fan of a tv show may cry when their favorite character suffers a major loss or even dies. Lotc is like our little tv show that everyone writes together. You are allowed to feel these emotions, but make sure you rest up from them too. LOTC is a story we all have made together, It’s ugly and beautiful simultaneously. So, be kind to yourself and rest. Enjoy the story, my friend.

Snow please! I’d love to see my first snow on lotc!

I agree that whomever is chosen for this job should be police checked. However, this will only weed out a few few amount of people, but it’s worth the shot. Most perpetrators are not registered as sex offenders/sexual harassers or have any criminal records. It would also be a concern of having them put out their info for another admin, but i don’t know how close the admins are about that stuff and all. But for whomever is chosen will have to give information about themselves and may not feel comfortable with that. It’s a good step to implement, though. It’s better to do something like this, just in case. Otherwise, beautifully well written post. Easy to read and understand for someone who struggles to read and understand readings like me, professionally written, and I hope that the admins will look at this and take it into consideration. Even if they don’t, having the definitions and consequences listed out so that someone isn’t suddenly shocked by them when they’re caught. No excuses.

(OOC: Hey! That’s my picture! :D)

Achoo! A sigh came from Primrose Gendik following the intense sneeze she just had! Reaching for one of the trash papers on her table, which just happened to be this missive, Prim would bring it to her face and blow her disgusting snot into it. "Ugh!"

Primrose Gendik laughs at the missive! "They want to try after last saint-day's failure to raid? How sad! It's almost as if they're trying to compensate for something!" The now Baroness, thanks to her husband's valiant success at said raid, threw the missive in the fire. She roars in laughter again!

A horse trotted along the road from Fort Linnord, returning from a trip of carrying supplies from the Gendik-Komnenos' Providence home in preparation for the new city. Upon reaching the gates, Primrose Gendik would find the missive pinned to the wall. Primrose would pocket the parchment, kicking her spurs into her faithful steed's side and rushed home! Jumping off the horse and running inside, Prim held the missive out to her husband, Sir Arthur Komnenos ( @MailC3p) , now a Baron of Oren. The woman would shout, "What in the world happened when I was gone?!" as she whacked him over the head with the missive!

Primrose Gendik picked up the missive her husband, Sir Arthur Komnenos ( @MailC3p), had left on the table. She reads it over before sighing and throwing it in the fire. "What a mess!" She chuckles.

"Charles, get that out of your mouth please!" The woman cried out across the room to the 4-year-old who continually insisted on putting the crayons inside of his mouth. The bird landed on the family lounge's window sill and prompted for Primrose Gendik to take the letter from it. She read the contents before slightly frowning. Collecting a fountain pen and parchment paper, Prim would write a response. Tucking it into a light glass tube, she would send the letter back with the bird to deliver to Aleksi. Upon Aleksi receiving the bird, the letter would read: "My dear son, Aleksi, I received your bird. Interesting use of paper and ink. I wish you safe travels in the woods. I will have a winter care package of scarves and hats, tea, and warm meal ready for you upon your return. Aleksi, my son, you may think I don't worry about you, but there isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about you. It was hard letting you be free, but I know now that you are a strong young man. I don't need to worry about you because I know you will persevere despite all odds. Just don't be gone too long, then I will worry... Love, Mom"

Sergeant Primrose Gendik folded up the cleaned tarp she had previously used under one of the Savoyard wounded. "I wasn't able to be there, remember? You got were but I had to tend to that seizing child first." The woman threw away the leather bag lined with beeswax that was overfilled with dried bloodied gloves she had used in the past 3 saint-days alone. "I am thankful for the watch's help, but it's unfortunate that our teamwork wasn't spoken of. If one was without the other, they would be dead." Primrose sorted through her medical potions and herbs to quickly write a list on a piece of parchment of what needed refills. "No wounded to care for; only bodies of our comrades... If the voidal horrors even leave behind bodies." She shuddered just at the thought of it!

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos sat in the sitting room of the Gendik-Komnenos house, taking the thesis from her son to read. She smiles to him in pride upon completion. "You have grown well, my boy. Strong, Wise, and Courageous. May GOD protect and guide you in your endeavors."

Primrose Gendik smiled at the missive, inhaling deeply as she slowly dipped at the lukewarm tea in her cup. A crash was heard upstairs, promptly causing Primrose to shout, "Boys! Stop it!"

Primrose Gendik stared at the now empty table she had once had the pleasure to share with her old friend, recalling fond memories of her children climbing about the table and conversing with the orc she had made peace with and welcomed into her home. The flats she wore would scuffle against the wooden floors as she returned to the ground level, approaching the table she had against a window. Memories of fights against her ex-enemy flashed before her eyes. A shaky sigh came from the woman as a tear fell from her cheek. The candle's light in front of her flickered as she lit the wick. "May you rest peacefully amongst the stars, my friend. You will not be forgotten. I am sorry I tarnished your name in our younger days, but I am relieved to have gotten the chance to reconcile." Primrose placed a bouquet of lavender beside the candle. Wiping away another tear from her eye, she would salute the memorial. The memorial would be able to been seen by all who passed her home on Adria Street 6.

When Primrose Cooper heard of the the man's death, she would mournfully light a candle for the lost soul. It would be placed in the street-side window of her home on Adria Street 6, flickering away in the night. A bouquet of blue orchids was placed beside the burning candlestick, representing the blue coat she would remember him always sporting. She'd recall just seeing him a saint-day before, noticing his stoic demeanor. If only... "May God bless his soul, and may his soul be guided to the Seven Skies where he can peacefully rest..." Primrose would pray quietly. The flame would be left to burn in George Hartcold-O'Rourke's memory for 3 saint-days until the wax was no more. A similar blue orchid as the one in the window would be left at the steps of Helena 2.