MapleSunflower

Dr. Primrose Gendik worked diligently in her alchemist lab before she felt a worsening tingle in her nose. Urgently she grabbed a piece of paper nearby - fortunately this issue was there - only to release an explosive, snotty, disgusting sneeze into the newspaper. Crumpling up the paper of sticky boogers and tossing it in the trash, she carried on her work.

Happy tears spilled from Rosemary's mother as she read over the invitation. While she had been told, it hadn't truly sunk in yet for her until now. Wiping her tears away, Dr. Primrose Gendik-Komnenos smiled as she held the invitation in a hug against her chest. "My dearest Rosemary is finally getting married. What a wonderful, strong, kind-hearted woman she has grown into. I knew the moment I met Kristian that he was a keeper." Placing the invitation into a box for safekeeping memories, the middle-aged woman sheds a final proud and joyful tear for her youngest daughter and soon-to-be son-in-law. 

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.

Dr. Primrose Gendik sat in front of the fireplace with her husband, Sir Arthur Komnenos ( @MailC3p), the two sharing drinks that were looted from the dwarven dead. She need not read the missive - instead she listened to the story straight from the man who had been there to fight as well. The physician lived vicariously through her husband's retelling and excitedly drank from the pumpkin spice limited edition drink she had chosen for the night. 

Dr. Primrose Gendik thinks Thomas Galbraith is a complete chad for the epic letter he sent during his captivity and his well-written reports. 

Madeline d’Azor read over the section involving her family scandal. She merely throws it into a fire with a twisted and disgusted expression. “Yikes.”

Madeline Rose d'Azor receives the missive at the Vuiller estate, sitting at a table in her room. Upon seeing that her name had not been written - either because she , like normal, was invisible - or due to perhaps nothing to complain about, the blonde simply sighed in relief. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all."

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

Dr. Primrose Gendik receives the invitation and pins it to a board to ensure that she and her husband, Arthur Komnenos, will attend! 

Dr. Primrose Gendik read through the file that had been submitted, standing near her stove as she waited for the gislocinovi stalk to soften as it boiled in a pot of water. Using a pair of tongs, the physician removed the stalk and set it in her mortar and pestle. "So that is what was going on earlier... What a disaster - that wharf has always been a prime spot for crime. I agree that more patrols should be done in the area. 

Lieutenant Primrose Gendik had been sweeping the hall of the stables when a soldier had brought her the orders. She gave him a nod of thanks as she read over the parchment before giving a slight smirk. "Welcome back, my lovely 3rd brigade. It'll be just like the good ol' days."

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.

MC Name:

         MapleSunflower

Character's Name:

         Primrose Gendik

Character's Age:

         53

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         Max_Danger

Teacher's RP Name:

         Dante/Danzen

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         no

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         yes

Dr. Primrose Gendik received the missive from Sir Jarad himself, reading it over in the empty room they had decided to speak in. A proud smile grew on her face as she gave her friend and comrade a firm salute. "I won't let you down."

Sergeant Primrose Gendik read the missive with a smirk. "Now that is how it's done, gents! Oren aut Mortem!"

1 hour ago, DelaneyG said:

Somewhere up above, a fallen soldier smiled at the dedication. He watched his loved ones with hope - soon enough time will have mended their hurting hearts.

Only a saint-day ago, a doctor sat near the bed of another patient. After speaking for quite some time of his previous life and health, a frown settled upon her face. She gave him the solemn news; he would be facing a terminal illness. Her patient, a good friend, had learned of her dear son's death.
Upon standing up from her seat, she would say, "Time will not heal mourning. It's just that the days we mourn grow more and more distanced, and we as people will grow around our sorrow."

Months had passed since the eldest Gendik son had died, yet every day Primrose Gendik would visit his grave. She would speak to him and offer a silent prayer before returning to her work; caring for the ill and wounded. Yet, she would find the missive sitting on the desk of the clinic.

Prim removed the poem and pasted it inside of a worn book - a book filled with countless notes about herbs, illnesses, and treatments. Her first lost patient, her son Samuel Gendik... The pain ached her heart, yet a ferocity, a yearning, for more medical knowledge plagued her mind. She clutched the cross that had been given to her, one that showed signs of wear and tear by use and an 'A' etched into the wood - A cross given to her by Catherine's dear mother, the Empress Anastasya of Kostiz, and a woman she would remain ever thankful for her kindness.

A lone woman sobbed in the pews of the New Providence Basilica, her head resting on her arms over the back of another pew. The pain of grief wracked her body. 

Only God would see her cry. 

Her son was dead.

1 minute ago, Salvo said:

 

The SS are by themselves metagame.

I removed them!

58 minutes ago, Elite_Snipes_ said:

These orenians do not care for our wellbeing

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos sat at the desk that was lit by candlelight, the fountain pen trembling in her hands as she herself started to write a letter. A light snoring could be heard behind her: her husband asleep. 

In the dead of the night, she wrote. 

To his Majesty, the Grand King of Urguan, 

We have not met in person from my knowledge, but I am a medic who works to treat all who are injured: no matter what side they are from. I am also a Baroness of Trabezon, land at Lubba's Keep that was granted to my husband and I through our friend Mika. 

Due to the truce of Tuvmas spirit, a friend and I decided to browse the shops for anything I could give my loved ones for Tuvmas. Seeing as the main shops were sold out of everything, we ventured further to seek out smaller businesses. We stumbled upon Ragrin Ireheart and Ivan var Ruthern sitting in the Ireheart clan hall - I had just seen them both in Providence shortly before. Ragrin and my friend seemed to be good friends, to which Ragrin informed us of his concerns related to a harmed child, to which all 3 of us let him know we were there to help him. 

It was only moment later when Bakir, the Ireheart clan leader, entered the hall and roared insults to us all. We tried to talk him down, but he threw the first punch to Ivan. We all stood in shock - the truce was broken.  Blood was shed. No matter how hard we tried to explain we wanted to help, he refused, punching Ivan in the gut. 

Ferrymen and other dwarves arrived to the hall. I was urged to leave, but the last thing I could see was that Ivan, who was still bleeding and didn't raise a single finger against the Clan Leader, laid his sword in front of him to show true peace. I was allowed to leave, though no one there knows of my status nor that I am a medic except the 3 men from the original conversation.

Later in the saint-day, Ivan was delivered to a truce Tuvmas celebration where ferrymen, dwarves, haenseni, and orenians alike gathered to have drinks in peace in the neutrality zone. However, Bakir arrived with Ivan, who had cut his tongue out. Thankfully, the other captured person - my friend - iced the tongue and after much delay, I was able to do surgery to reattach the tongue. However, Ivan may never be able to speak as well as he used to. 

I wish no disrespect on you, your majesty, but I am disappointed in the Ireheart clan leader for the tragedy that occured today. He tried to lie in front of all the attendees by claiming the Orenians had raided them, but the original 4 people stood there and knew that was a lie. Please right the wrongs done. There is shame upon the Ireheart name, and I wish it were not so.

Have a merry Dwedsmas, your Majesty

Sincerely,

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos, Baroness of Trabezon

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos smiled as she read over the missive, seeing her husband's name at the end. "My husband hard at work again," The woman smiled in pride. "Arthur is the ideal Orenian, I wish I could follow in his footsteps of bravery. He is more skilled with the sword and bow than I, while I am with the mortar and pestle." She folds the missive and adds it to other missives she had saved. "Oren aut Mortem, my dear." 

Sergeant Primrose Gendik recalls the days she had to complete three PVP trainings, a Combat training, and basic drill trainings when she was a recruit. But God forbid she had to take a test! She would have certainly failed...

She smiled in pride at the newly graduated, many of which were names she recognized. 

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. 

Winter's air blew through the bastion's gate house, a lone woman sitting inside as she sterilized the tools from her medic satchel. Wiping down the alcohol-doused tools, Primrose Gendik-Komnenos glanced up to a soldier who entered, bringing her the letter. After setting her supplies neatly back into the bag, she would break open the wax seal of the envelope to read it. 

A smile grew on her lips, as she resealed the envelope. Summoning a dove, Primrose sent the letter off with the bird to deliver it to Arthur Komnenos (@MailC3p), who was far away for business at that moment. The middle-aged woman smiled fondly, tilting her head back to lean against the wall. "One God, One Empire, One Emperor and Empress. May our family give them all pride."