Rattussmackus

A certain Colborn sighs.

[Many flyers were posted around Alisgrad, sloppy yet readable cursive spread across the paper.] 'Dear reader, You may or may not know me but my name is Olivia Freysson Ruric. I am the first daughter of King Vane and Daria Vildr. I am fifteen at the time of writing this. Just a few months ago we had a clan meeting, I was excited. I sat in my father's throne, deluding myself as I pretended to take my father's spot. I talked to Casimira, I told her about how I wanted to be a diplomat, see the rest of Almaris, learn about others. The meeting started with mundane yet interesting topics, I watched my cousin try and stay awake, watched as my Uncle stood, trying to usher the topics along. My Uncle left for a moment and returned with words I still think about daily 'There are armoured men in the city.' I didn't get to react before they began storming the palace, Casimira rushed me and my cousins further into the palace, behind locked doors. We heard the rest of them shouting, all demanding a Kingsmoot. We slipped out the window and fled to Haense to look for help, none came. They never do. I was fed up, agitated so I ran back to Alisgrad, slipping past the Orenians and back beside my fellow Norlanders. I didn't understand much of what was said but the Orenians claimed to be Rurics and wanted the throne. My father returned, much to my surprise, and told the men that only valid Rurics may call for a Kingsmoot. That's when the slaughtering began, they fought us, beat us into submission. Anyone who objected was tied up and forced to watch. The makeshift Kingsmoot crowned the coward King. He claimed to be my cousin but let it be known now, that man is not my cousin, even if we share the same blood. I will never accept him as such, he's a coward. Rurics aren't cowards. I was pulled down from where I was tied up by Orenians, they pulled me by the fire and began to whisper because they don't have the balls to speak openly. 'Boil her alive.' 'Strap each limb to our horse and begin to ride, ripping her apart.' 'Sacrifice her.' I shall reiterate, I am fifteen, I am a child. A boy my age stepped forward and argued against my death, insisting I be let go. I don't know his name, I never got to thank him. They killed him but the distraction meant I was 'pardoned.' I owe the boy my life.' [The next few lines seemed to be frantically scribbled out, clear it was hard for the girl to write.] 'What happened next, I think about everyday. I relive it whenever I see the flash of a blade or when people shout. When I hear the name 'Oren.' Whenever I see your face Vangel, whenever I see your stupid, cowardly face. The Orenians took me outside, along with my father. They placed a sword in his hands and they killed him, they killed him in front of me. Let his blood stain the dirt. They didn't let me say goodbye. They took the one man in my life that gave me hope and courage. They took that from me in that moment and I felt I lost everything. You told me no harm would come to me and I fled to Haense, breaking down and emptying my stomach in the clinic. I still vomit now, seeing his face as life slowly slips away. Now it's your turn Vangel, you're next. You will lay helpless and dying in the streets as no one comes for your aid and when that day comes, I want to be there to see it. I will spit on your grave. Rurics aren't cowards. -Princess Olivia Freysson Ruric of Norland'

Olivia Freysson Ruric has yet to speak fully since the last incident with Oren but she does smile lightly at the missive. Astrid Eiriksson Ruric, on the other hand, let’s out a hearty laugh “If they want war, we’ll give them war.”

Nyx Ellerbrock-Ame’narnir Obedia lets out a gasp when her eyes lay upon her first daughter “Hilly, my darling, it is too soon for you.” A tear slips down her face, “Reunited again, tell me all the stories of your life. I want to hear them all.”

Astrid Eiriksson Ruric boogies in promotion.

Persona Name - Astrid IGN - Rattussmackus Nation - Who knows but let’s say Norland

it almost definitely is, but shhh, no one needs to know, i made it at 4am it happened irply, that’s why, they’re just memeing

It had been many restless nights that made me finally snap. I lie awake within my comfortable bed, sweating and shaky. In the distance I hear it, I subtle tune that to some may seem endearing but to any local, it was a living nightmare. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. At first, I loved it. So unique and fresh but now it’s all I hear. Whilst eating breakfast, while talking to foreigners, while tucking into bed. I entered the city gates expecting to immediately be let in but then the man said those cursed two words, the words that echo in my mind, the words that make me feel like vomiting whenever I hear them. “Passports please.” I freak out! What am I to do? I don’t know what a passport is? Who are they? Did they want my money? What in almaris is a passport!? I freeze up, the ground seemingly growing arms and holding me in place. I mumble out a small “Please…for the love of All-Father, let me in.” The gates thankfully open and I’m free. Passport please…passport please…PASSPORT PLEASE! Help me escape from this living nightmare, please!

how many times i gotta say, excalibur bro e x c a l i b u r!

Olivia Freysson Ruric looks upon the missive “I may be young but I support my family and the people who support them too!” She then rushes out to find her parents and show them the missive. Astrid grimaces “It’s about damn time! Ich always got the creeps walking past that place..”

Josephine Wick-Vuiller tilts her head as she hears of Mink’s death. For a second she didn’t understand why her cheek suddenly became wet with tears. Then it clicked, the smell of stew inflames her senses. She remembers it well, the meat, soft and tender. The vegetables melting on her tongue, Josie collapses onto her knees then. One of the last things she remembers telling her was "This is wonderful, I've never eaten with someone else before." Josie clutches her chest, sobs emitting from her, she was going to tell Mink that, that had now changed. That she had meals with her family for the first time. But now she can't, Mink was dead. The lady who gave her stew, offered kind words of encouragement, told her it was okay, was gone. Josie rushed to her husband where she sought comfort as she continued to wail. @HeyitsNano

Oda Falk cries silently in the rain home, but there was no home left. She sighs, reaching a tree and collapsing down next to it. She thinks about Alec, his lifeless body swaying there in the wind. She watched him die and did nothing. So she sits, holding her face in her hands and cries louder, a wailing emitting from her throat. Before she drops her hands down to her stomach, now large and swelling “Come now Jacob, we write our stories alone.” She rises to her feet, preparing herself to find a new home. A new lover.

beautiful, i especially like my name

If you could change anything about your rp, what would it be? Also, do you have any advice for people who want to make their own barony/settlement? (boring questions, i know)

masouri notice me senpai <3

My character had a daughter years ago and lost them (I’ll help you with a bit more of the story) She’ll be about 19-20 now (you can decide on which, max is 23) You will be half wood elf and half human. Your mother lives in Oren with three children, a husband (who is not your father) and her nephew-in-law. Your biological father is presumably dead. I’ll try whip up a skin for you but if you are more interested, I’ll give you the full story! Discord: Rattussmackus#4253

not happening.

We need an active player to play our daughter ! She will be the first daughter of the pair. Her skin is provided by us but if you don't like it you may edit it. Family rundown: Mother: Nyx Ame'narnir Obedia (Rattussmackus), she's an outgoing woman who's missing an eye. She's a sharp shooter but cannot read or write. She works in the Orenian civil affairs unit. Father: Sir Solomon Obedia (Zakajaervi), a fighter who has a large scar on his face. He's an incredible fighter and quite intelligent. He's a knight and the lieutenant in the fourth brigade and commander of the swints guard. Cousin/Godfather: Isaac Obedia (SimonItorp), a wise man who holds many secrets. A great teacher and painter, also part of the ISA. There are other family members but those are the main three, you'll learn a lot more if you become part of the family and through rp. You can do whatever you want with her but I would say she will follow in the footsteps of her mother and get into either government roles or medical things. They are all Orenians If this interests you contact me on Discord; Rattussmackus#4253

pretty damn based

delete this.

Astrid sits beside her Aunt, nodding “If he dies, All Father cries.” But deep down, Astrid was still terrified and often kept close eye on any post that came into Krew.

Many flyers rest around almaris, neat, cursive writing seems to cover the worn down paper. Underneath the bold title of 'CALLING ALL DILFS.' There seems to be an application of sorts. 'I, Nyx Ellerbrock-Ame'narnir, forty-eight human am looking for a new lover. My old lover and child disappeared after I got lost in the woods and I haven't seen them since. I am missing an eye but I'm incredible at shooting with a bow. I cannot read and write (this is being written by a strange goblin who knows common well) but I can hunt. I'm a great catch and I'm hoping to have a proper family...I have an eye for dwarves specifically.. Please bird me an application, hope to see folks soon.' At the end some details are written down.

Astrid catches wind of her former brother’s disappearance in Oren, she shakes her head “Stupid boy, it’s what yeh get for nicht taking mein advice.” She continues to clean the bar as she talks to Jolly.