Rattussmackus

Personally I think FT is incredibly useful for things such as activity. Some people have told me the only reason they didn't go to a nation was because it was too far for them to ride/walk to and they just didn't see the point which is really detrimental for activity. Some people said they enjoy the walk to nations or they like riding to them and thinks FT will interrupt that when FT is literally optional. You have every right to walk/ride to nations if that's what you enjoy doing and not every settlement/nation/whatever will implement FT into their tile, like I said it's optional. So yeah, my point is I think FT should be encouraged and not blocked out entirely. It's useful for people (such as myself who can't always use the SS as I have a lot of characters that sometimes take up one slot so I can't always bind things straight away and I find the walk annoying) and settlements alike. Once again it's optional, no one is forcing you to implement them or use them so why get annoyed by that. Anyway that's the end of my hot take. I would agree with you until you realise that that would eliminate a lot of money making for players on the server. A lot of people make money solely from breeding horses and selling them.

Esta Buckfort Daesmon rubs the back of her neck, placing down the missive “What he decides, I shall follow. At least my loyalty is unwavering.”

Wu Qian blinks “What the **** is my son doing? UNDEAD!?” She then proceeds to try and find her only child.

Claudia coughs out a breath, her lungs heavy and in pain as she stares out into the snow. She draws a face in the snow, one that frowns. She then draws a piece of blissfoil next to it, huffing out as her breath shows in the cold, crisp air “Appears I never could get the hang of drawing.” She uses her hand to scrub it all away, the tips of her fingers blackening in a sickly state. “I wonder how the triplets are…if they are still alive.” She breathed into her palms although it was futile against the harsh winds of the north “Just one more night…one more.” Her words echoed in her head like a song, an earwig of her own moral support that lacked any true meaning, she just needed one night. One night for what? One night until she’s better? Until she stops this silly game of camping without any furs? Claudia didn’t get to find out what those words truly meant as she slowly froze to death overnight, not a note was left for family, only her, her medical satchel and a painting. A painting of Claudia and Bianca, looking out the window, both smiling. Both together at last.

Esta Buckfort Daesmon takes the fact that she didn’t get a personal invite personally.

“Something…something…Ea think this means Lapie elf is in trouble.” Anastasia says wisely, going to skip off to find her mother to ask her why she’s in a missive.

Name: Olga Pickelov Age: 43 Gender: Female Race: Lakian Interested in: Dependable men who can be disposed of easily I am interested in being scehmed on? (yes or no) Yes.

I would like someone to play my character's bastard son! Ash Buckfort was born to Esta Buckfort Daesmon and an unknown wood elf in SA71. He’s a full wood elf with a tiny piece of human in his veins. He has dark brown hair, mint green eyes and tanned skin. Background on the parents; Father; self-explanatory, don’t know who he is. Mother; Esta Buckfort Daesmon. Princess-Consort of Amaethea and Duchess of Rozania. She’s a narcissist with a poised character and talks with an air of respect. In-depth bio Step-Father; Kosher Daesmon. Prince Royarch of Amaethea. He’s a kind gentleman who half the time seems tired of Esta’s antics. He’s often dealing with issues in Elvenesse or spending time with Esta and their daughter Dove. Siblings; Dove, Jamal, Azalea, Acanthus, Aster, some others. Uncle; Elliphas (probably others, it’s a mess.) OOC expectations; Obviously I expect activity, I don’t want the character to be picked up and immediately shelved considering I’m active on Esta. I also will be naming you heir to Duke of Rozania, so I have some trust being put in you. Obviously if you think that’s too much just don’t take the role, it’s all good. If you are interested you can msg me on discord at Rattussmackus#4253

Catlaya Karyna Colborn had been sat eating some soup in her new home, her fiancé sitting across from her when she received a bird from one of her family members. Annoyance showed in her face as Thomas Obediah looked towards her with a puzzled expression “I thought I told them to leave me alone.” She speaks quietly before she eventually opens the letter. Her eyes skim over the contents and her hand reaches her mouth “Faen.” She murmurs, the letter fluttering from her grip and finding rest on the floor “It’s…it’s Godric.” She starts, her knees buckling and taking their own spot on the polished wood “He’s dead…he’s gone.” Cat casts out her line, tears trickling down her veil covered face “The way Ah see it Cat..” Godric begins, reeling in a fish. A cod, the biggest one Cat has ever seen. “Ah see it as an opportunity, we know Cole meant a lot to eym but eym can only go forward.” Godric turns towards her, ruffling her hair “Eym can do that, can’t eym?” “I can.” Cat slips on her mourning outfit “I think…it’s time I went to see gramps.” She nods a few times, ready to face the consequences of the death of her most cherished and beloved older brother knowing how much of an influence he was on her life.

Cat Colborn completely forgot she signed up and rushes out a speech.

Milki sighs “Imagine saying yu werre hunted when we let yu go without issue. They arren’t ourrs? So be it, Moi don’t like filth to be considerred mine anyway.”

Milki lies atop her newly found bed reading the missive, kicking her legs back and fourth as her stolen horse grazes outside “An easy victorry forr the Norrlanderrs. The worrst Moi got was a bloody nose and a few bruises.” She grins, placing the missive down by her side.

Claudia de Pelear smiles the sun’s smile “It’s time.”

To Bjornfjall and all those related, With the recent rebuild of Bjornfjall and the marriage between Claudia and Sigmund, another exciting announcement is being made; It is with great pride that Princess Claudia Sigvardson of Hyspia and Lord Sigmund Sigvardson of Bjornfjall can announce the birth of their first set of twins; Bianca and Ragnar Sigvardson. They were born healthy on the 12th of The Amber Cold SA85. With the announcement of these new arrivals, we hope that they shall be welcomed by others with open arms. -Signed Lord Sigmund Sigvardson, Lord of Bjornfjall Princess Claudia de Pelear-Sigvardson, Princess of Hyspia, Lady of Bjornfjall

Catlaya Karyna Colborn sprints all the way from Haense to Oren, slamming open the front door to the Obediah household “Thomas, George! We can talk like civil people!” She screams at the two Obediah brothers.

Catlaya Colborn breathes a sigh of relief “Nej more strangers in our damn house.”

Claudia de Pelear can’t wait.

"FIRR DA FIRR OORAH!" Cat shouts as she tugs the hay bales all the way home with her chad strength.

Catlaya Karyna Colborn pats her fox, ‘Snuffles’ on the head “They did well.” She hums.

THE LAST “Yo ho!” Astrid screams out the window, clasping her hands into tight fists. She remembers her promise that she vowed to keep one day. The ship, so he would stay. He didn’t stay, he just disappeared one day without a word. She knew he was busy being a pirate but she still missed him, his ring to her was still collecting dust in her drawers. Astrid fumbles at her wheelchair, spinning it around so she can go back to her room. She feels the walls as she pulls letters and items from her drawers and cupboards, placing them on her lap. She then leaves the house and makes for the aviary, sending each letter off. It took her about half the day overall for her to do so and she felt tired when she had finished. She lifts her head, nodding gently to herself. “Ich suppose this is time, hm?” Astrid asks thin air, the wind brushing through her hair and rustling her bandages. That was her answer as she leaves the city and stops short at the lake. Astrid had already died once, the day she lost the ability to fight. Astrid takes a deep breath before pushing up on her arms and falling in. It was slow and painful. It was what she deserved. She thought one thing as she passed, the thing she always thought about since she was a small child “Ein vogel zu sein, lebendig und frei.” But once it was over she was in the father’s halls, searching for the family that could be waiting for her. Astrid’s will and letters have been prewritten, before the blindness: All my animals go to my old friend; Bjorn Grandaxe and his family. His Karin; Storm returned to him once more. Lekarski goes to my best friend and younger brother Ciaran Vildr; A piece of Doc. A piece of our father. My cane goes to my son; Ivar Black’hil. I hope it serves you well as it did for me. My tiara goes to my daughter; Aobh Black’hil. You will always be a princess to me. My collection of blades and my ring go to my old lover; Oliver Black. I loved you and I lost you. I hope it helps you in the long years. Peter is to go to my old guard; Boots. Keep him tied up, he’s an Orenian. Finally, my house goes to my youngest son; Hali Black’hil. Keep it safe.

“Ho ho ho” Cat giggles

Princess Claudia de Pelear seemed quite horrified over the missive “What if my kin are next? What if our neutrality gets misunderstood and we too, are slaughtered in the streets?” She folds the missive away and instead dashes off to find her brother.

Anastasia squints, hoping that it will help her read the missive better “Ea don’t actually know what’s happening.” She concludes.

Astrid Eiriksson Ruric hears of her old marshal, nodding her head “It was an honour to serve alongside yeh whilst it lasted. Ich will look past the last few years.”