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  1. A curious musin would hear news of this, his nose twitching in excitement. "Trade opportunity for King Lemon? Yes yes!" He'd then scurry about collecting miscellany to trade.
  2. Belladonna struggles to swallow as she reads the general letter. She'd been able to tell Delphi was declining, but she didn't know how bad it was. At least she got her name right in the letter specifically for her, though it was hard to read through her tears. "Ah hope ye found somewhere comfor'ble, me ravishin' radish," she choked out. "Ah'll make sure teh wee ones 'member ye in yer prime." She then folded the letter carefully and tucked it into a pocket of her overall with a shaky breath. After taking a moment to collect herself and wipe tears from her eyes with her thin fingers, she went to find the wee ones - though most weren't so wee anymore.
  3. quacken wording things perfectly as per usual <3 i have my fair share of shite i could add to this - considering i've also stopped playing due to the same bullshittery they mentioned - but i just don't have the energy to care about it anymore
  4. Belladonna would sigh as she read the letter, holding Aster in her lap. "Yer a righ' arse," she mumbles, smiling despite the insult and the tears running down her cheeks. This letter made her realize she missed him more than she thought. They certainly got off on the wrong foot - and danced around on it for a while, too - but he was still the bigg'un she knew the longest. The person she knew the longest. "Oi'll hold on ter t'is for Mellow. For once 'e's 'ome." She carefully folds the letter to put it away, fingers shaking just a bit as she cries more. He isn't what she'd call a model man or anything close to it, but he was still a friend. A part of her family.
  5. Bella would be pleased by the treaty between her new home and old home - after all, she didn't hold any ill will towards Rozania. Just... needed something different. Something safer. "If no' teh con'inuashun o' a friendship... t'en teh star' o' a new one."
  6. Lady Belladonna would find out about the Scaths' disappearances when she brought Aster around, wanting him to be checked over since his fits had started to calm. Finding their home empty would disturb her greatly, a frown tugging her lips and hand tightening around her son's. "Was 't tha' figh' Per an' Ezra 'ad...? 't didn' sound 'ny worse t'an t'eir usual..." With a sigh, she'd shake off the feelings of unease. "S'pose Oi should ge' in con'ac' with Doc, t'en."
  7. Belladonna would read the missive, face showing how conflicted this made her. Rather than saying anything, she picked up a quill and scribbled at the bottom of it, one simple, sloppy word: "Meeting?" Then she set the missive where she left the last for her burrowmates polymates to find.
  8. In the farmstead just inside the outer gates of Rozania, a small halfling would be in a deep, deep slumber. It would have been weeks since she fell into it. Nothing could wake her - not even the stench of tippen’s root. Her heart continued to beat; her lungs continued to breathe. As unresponsive to the outside world as she was, Belladonna was still alive. She was simply ‘sleeping’. And that meant dreams. More specifically - a single, repeating nightmare. ~~~~ People were dying. Being murdered in the streets. From inside the Scorched Rose Inn, she could hear the trampling of many hooves, the slicing of air as blades cut, the screaming of those who saw what was coming but only too late. But what could she - wee, halfling she - do? If she left the tavern, she was guaranteed death. Even in the tavern, she wasn’t guaranteed life - not if the invaders were set on slaughtering every last Rozanian. Bella heard Elion scream in pain from somewhere just outside the tavern, and that pushed her to move. Rozania may be outnumbered, and she may not be able to do much, but what kind of person would she be if she hid while her friends and neighbors were killed in their own streets? So she unsheathed the dagger she used as a sword, rubbed her thumb against the bull on her bracelet-ring, and pulled open the tavern door to find the nearest fucker to stab. Her timing was awful. The door opened just in time for her to see Peralien’s head run through with a blade, pumpkin guts coming out the back of her skull. She crumpled, and her murderer made sure to trample her armored body enough to squish more of her innards from the openings. Bella slammed the door shut and locked it, barely holding back vomit and tears. Laughter came from just behind the door, and the same blade that stabbed through Per stabbed through the door. It barely missed Bella, but there were still bits of pumpkin. “I’ll be back for you.” The blade receded. “Make it interesting.” Then she puked, her stomach clenching horribly and eyes stinging. She retched for a while, unable to do anything but that - until a thud on the door startled her back to reality, the handle being tugged on. “Please open up!” Delphi cried from the other side, fear shaking her voice. Bella’s fingers fumbled with the lock, but she got the door open. Her hand reached out to grab the other, to pull her in to where it was at least somewhat safe- Delphi’s head toppled from her shoulders, panic frozen to her face as her body crumpled, neck leaking blood. More laughter rang out as Bella slammed the door again, shaking and sick and sobbing. Her stomach lurched, trying to puke again, but there wasn’t anything left. Just tears she couldn’t control and images she’d forever have seared in her mind. “Toki yi toshu!” The battle cry tugged at her chest. “T’ey aren’ all dead ye’,” she mumbled to herself, trying to steady her nerves despite the way her whole body quivered. She pushed herself from the door and went to look through the windows to find Mellow. The door wasn't an option. As soon as she saw him fighting a guy off horseback by the apple tree, she grabbed a mug and smashed through the glass. He looked to be losing, and she wasn't going to have that. She shook her bracelet-ring to warm it back up, preparing to shoot a charge of fire. Her ring was ready too late though, as a second attacker rode up on horseback and brought a hammer down on Mellow. He crumpled like the rest, head caved in despite the helmet he wore. The fireball shot at the first attacker, but that only brought their attention to her. Mellow was dead. They had no reason to pay attention to him anymore. And Bella had broken the window to her safety. “Get her.” Bella turned and to take off into the tavern, but her little legs only get her a few steps in before there was a sudden, hot pain in her chest. When she looked down, vision turning hazy, she saw a sword sticking out of her torso - her own blood covering it. As her vision faded to nothingness, ringing in her ears, the only thing she could make out was the laughter of those that did this. And then it repeated. It was never the exact same. Sometimes it was Delphi that was trampled, Peralien that had the war hammer come down on her, Mellow that was decapitated. But it always repeated.
  9. Bella's eyes would water as she read the missive, thinking of all the hot chocolates she had made the lad when he was but a kub in Talon's Port. She hadn't made him one in years, but she remembered the way he liked it: with as many marshmallows as Ezra would allow. "Oi... should make ho' cocoa for teh funeral," she mumbles, wiping at her eyes with a shaky hand.
  10. In the dah’Rini district of Rozania's capital, a small form would be curled on a mat, clutching two differently-sized masks to their chest. One would fit an adult human; one would fit a child - or a halfling. The figure itself looked to be the size of a child, hunkered under a blue robe. “Siomun’s sorry,” the figure mumbled, voice thick with tears and snot. Their own mask was set to the side, round face discolored red from how long they’d been crying. Their eyes were shut tight, face contorted in pain, as they just sobbed. When a crack sounded out, Siomun's eyes flew open. He stared, horrified, at the smaller mask. It was now in two pieces, split down the middle. “P-Purin?” More tears came, and he hugged the masks to him tighter than before, not caring if he somehow got splinters from the split birch. “S-Siomun’s sorry… sorry…” His thoughts were a flurry, mixing between what may have happened all those years ago and what happened in the capital city just last season. ~~~~ “Where’s the heathen? The one who procreates with non-humans? Tell us or we ransack your stall.” “She’s- she’s a good person.” A cold, cruel laugh rang out. “She needs to meet justice for her crimes.” When the merchant hesitated, one of the figures put a hand on their sword. “In-a-tent-outside-the-city.” Siomun’s head was filled with the clanking he was surrounded with when those same figures moved to find Brawly, but now they were moving to find his parents. ~ Then Siomun saw the tent he lived in with his parents, could hear the pair talking inside, and knew where his mind was going. But it couldn’t be stopped. The tent was slashed open, revealing his human mother and halfling father. “Kill them and take what you want.” ~~~~ Siomun would start to furiously shake their head, preferring the pain it caused over what their brain was coming up with. “Siomun’s sorry!” They cried out, new sobs coming as fresh tears streamed down their cheeks. When the pain of lashing their head became too much, they simply curled into themselves tighter, accepting that their ears would ring with the clanking of the metal and the cruel laughter they had heard. That their nose would sting from the smell of their parents' corpses, found by them much later in the day. That their hands would tingle from the feel of the sand as they attempted to give them a burial, too scared and numb to even think of asking for help. He would fall into an uneasy sleep, still mumbling apologies to the masks, body exhausted from the crying but mind still tormenting him.
  11. Belladonna had a mix of emotions reading the letter. Her and Will's relationship was never smooth or easy to explain. But what he wrote to her? It solidified that the past was the past. So she picked up her pen and wrote a response: "King William Buckfort, You and your daughter both will be seeing me more. I plan to follow Delphi wherever she may go, which means following to Sarissa as well. I was uncertain at first, given our history, but I trust you to lead Sarissa to greatness. Depending on how spacious Del's place is (and whether Per will let me), I may not need that burrow you offered. Sarissa Forever, Belladonna Proudfoot" ~~~~ Siomun read the letter with a smile hidden by their bamboo mask, but they decided to not respond to it. Mellow would likely respond, and as natshen, that would be enough.
  12. Bella would learn of this event through the Sarissa camp - and have a load of mixed feelings about it. "Haven' 'ad a chance ter really mourn mos' o' t'ose Oi've los'... could be a good time ter." The masked traveler and doctor-in-training Siomun would hear of the event through the grapevine. "Siomun likes this idea. Sounds like good fesi'val." They nod in approval of it. "Maybe if 't ge's held again."
  13. Belladonna sees the notice on her way to get supplies for her newly-approved cottages. She frowns behind her iron mask. "Delphi's teh Sheriff now...? Be'er check on her an' make sure she's alrigh'." She promptly turns and heads for her friends' burrow.
  14. Student Application OOC: MC Name: writtenShipper Discord: biitch#5564 Timezone: Central IC: Name: Siomun Age: 17? Field of Interest (Class): Medicine Will you require housing? (Y/N): Yes
  15. Donna-Bell would sigh at the list and shake her head. "Love me mam, bu'... I don' think this lis' is possible. I really should've jus' found meself Knoxville 'stead of Talon's Por' before I se'led here..."
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