PrincetDime

Baron Kokun Oleander Aurelius-Proudfoot sighs as he packs his never-to-be completed farmburrow. "Another new adventure... I should send a bird t' ma an' da... see how the Maiun is..." He gives a small smile as he thinks of his family back across the ocean, feeling less sad about the current events as he finishes packing. Was this place really home, anyway? The Duke had been kind, offering a land for a farm and windmill, but was it worth the turmoil? His first oath was to The Jackalope Order, then his second to the Lord-Protector of Rozania - both Peralien Maelstorm.

Though his time in the Duchy of Redclyf was short, he'd fairly quickly found his friends - and it wasn't with Clan Mösu.

No, it was - oddly enough - with his fellow friends and descendants of the Rozanians.

"Ma an' da moved a lot... 'fore they found their home... so I can, too!" A new pep in his step, he set out to follow his Lord-Protector of Rozania to... well, wherever the Rozanian people next called home.

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.

MC Name:

         PrincetDime

Character's Name:

         Kokun

Character's Age:

         24

Character's Race:

         Farfolk

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Housemagery

Teacher's MC Name:

         NeosFavGremlin

Teacher's RP Name:

         Peralien Maelstorm

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

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

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes

MC Name:

         PrincetDime

Character's Name:

         Lemon

Character's Age:

         13

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Musin

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Musin are smaller, more humanoid cousins to the Ratiki. Their heights range from 1'8" to 2'6", their eyes are typically black, and their fur is typically somewhere in the brown to beige range. There are outliers, of course, but they're few and far between. Being the frailest creature, they follow a more pacifistic lifestyle - choosing flight over fight whenever possible. If they're able to stay out of fights, they can live to around 70, but with how weak they are it doesn't take much to kill them. They're very clean, quick, and dexterous.

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

A musin's choice of clothing is brought more from ease of access than aesthetics, their outfits typically piecemealed together from bits of fabric they find. They can look a bit ragged because of this, but they're still very clean creatures. Overall, they can be described as a 'humanoid mouse in clothing'.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

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

         Yes

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

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

         No

Baron Kokun Oleander Aurelius-Proudfoot swallows his nerves as the edict is finally posted, still uncertain as to what exactly it is a Baron does. "I hope this is like bein' a natshen... maybe I should ask...?"

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. 

Belladonna would pick up the letter to Mellow like the curious lass she's always been - and blink. "Huh... didn' know she was still up t' tha'. Ah hope Kokun doesn' run inta her..." After giving a small and worried sigh, she'd set the letter back down for her husband to find later.

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

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.

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." 

Bella wouldn't be far behind Peralien and Delphi in leaving Rozania. The attacks... the people leaving... having to feign Canonism for it to do nothing for their safety... it was exhausting. Not realizing she should probably provide a formal resignation from her post - her post that never seemed to be used much, with how her events were almost always empty - she packed her things. Stared at the canes on the wall of The Wandering Pebble. Sighed. "Movin' 'gain. Bu' maybe t'is time, 't'll be our fore'er place. Me fee' stopped i'chin' long 'go... now Oi jus' wan' res'." She takes the canes from the wall, treating them as if they were fragile rather than made of sturdy wood. Then she heads down, into the burrow she made just years ago, to collect her son and his few belongings to begin the trek.

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."

[!] Flyers would be posted around Rozania and Yong Ping.

Rozania will be holding its first official Bard Off! Bards of all talents - be it poetry, singing, playing an instrument, or something else - are welcome to Rozania's Jackalope Hall to battle for a prize of their choosing! Available as winnings are a customized instrument OR 50 minae.

Winners will be chosen two different ways! The young Duchess-to-be Gwyn Buckfort will choose her favorite bard, and the audience will choose theirs. If both choose the same bard, then the audience’s second pick will receive a prize!

We ask that bards limit their performances for the sake of everyone getting their time to shine.

To register, simply show up early or send a bird to Duchess Eliza Raven ((gurlpirate)) or Lady Belladonna ((PrincetDime)) ahead of time.

Special invites would be sent out to:

Elysium

Yong Ping

Fakhr Oasis

Silas Astasel @ThatTromboneGuy

Snoots @WrathOfQuacken

((OOC: The Bard Off will be held on October 17th at 4pm EST at Rozania's Jackalope Hall, located within The Jackalope's Den. There will be a limit of THREE emotes per bard for the sake of time. If you plan to bard, please show up half an hour early!))

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.

Belladonna would smile at the news, glad that this time it was a Buckfort taking over - and Eliza with her. "T'is feels righ', some'ow. Will's blood still rulin' an' Eliza ge'in' teh power she deserves." She goes to check on her son, hoping this is the system he is raised under. While she and the rest of Rozania didn't hate Will's rule, everywhere else certainly seemed to. Or, at the very least, disliked him enough to let innocents be slaughtered in the streets.

But with the Duchy ruled like this, how could anyone possibly find fault? Will's no longer in the picture, and it's not like the Duchesses are lesbians. Bella had glimpsed enough of Eliza's love life to know that.

"Tha' would explain teh new Mas'er o' Law," Bella murmurs, reading over the letter. "Third time's teh charm with teh governmen' t'o, aye?" She looks to her infant son, to make sure he's doing alright, before folding up the letter and leaving it so one of her burrowmates could read it next.

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.

A wandering halfling would spot the wanted poster and raise an eyebrow. "Could buy a lo' o' booze with tha' kind o' boun'y," he mumbles to himself. It's a shame he's such a weak wee lad.

Bella would read one of the flyers with a chuckle. "Picked a bad time ter ge' pregnan'. Oi'll either be burs'in' or carin' for teh wee one when t'is is goin' on." She hums and pats the flyer. "S'pose tha' jus' means Oi've go' ter wai' for teh nex' one."

Siomun would blink at the flyer, head tilted curiously. "Maybe Siomun could be maid? Or mee' new pit'po!" They nod, but it's really just to themselves since nobody else is around.

A wandering halfling would find one of the flyers around Rozania and grin. "Maids? Can' say no ter tha'!" He rips the flyer from its spot and pockets it - a reminder to come back for the event.

Siomun would read over the missive, a look of deep thought hidden behind their mask.

"Syl?" Bella would squint at the names listed on the missive, eyebrows pushed together. "Migh' ask Silas once Oi'm back in Rozania... bu' a' leas' Sionnach shouldn' be ge'in' more accusashuns now."

Bella would squint at the letter, confusion pushing her eyebrows together. "Teh fehk's been 'appenin' while Oi've been busy? An' 'ere Oi was, t'inkin' e'ery'in' was nice an' peaceful now..." She shakes her head with a sigh and sets the letter on the counter of the new burrow's kitchen, debating whether she should find out or leave it alone.

Bella will indeed be teaching Doc housemagery! Here's her MA:

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.

Belladonna would see the crude drawing on one of her trips to visit Yong Ping, stopping to frown at it. "Is this wha' tha' dwed was on abou' in me tavern?" She rubs her left shoulder, frown deepening. "Oi don' like teh idea o' vampires bein' 'round..." Then she calls for her hawk and writes a quick note to Mellow about the bounty.