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“Can’t wait to smack him off the log! We need to get pumpkin helms to make it official!.”

A Decade of Joy Issued at Year 175 of the Second Age OOC: Celebrations begin 10:30 am EST, Wednesday, April 10th, 2024 “You’re only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.” You’re invited to celebrate with us our charismatic little Dominic’s 10th birthday! Dress will be casual as it will be hosted at our very own Arathera Beach! For entertainment, we will have a Shogging Competition, as well as general beach activities, food and drink will be provided! ETERNAL WE STAND, LONG LIVE THE LUBBA! Lumia Uialben The Silver Lubba of the Most Serene State, Matron of House Uialben, Heiress of House Anarion, Protector of the Whispering Isles Apollyon Snowell Royal Consort of the Silver Lubba, Minister of the Interior, Matron of House Snowell, Lady of House Uialben, Honorary Halfling

“Such a cruel death for someone so pure. I pray to Eshatael that your murderer is punished thrice as harshly and his body desecrated the way he has yours.” Silent tears fell from Lumia’s crimson eyes, such sickening behavior from someone tasked to protect and lead. Her stomach churned at the thought of the girl being cut up and stuffed into a bookcase.

“Can’t wait for the Ferrymen to see this shit.”

You’re good man! Not mad about it

Standing at a window of the great tower of Lubba’s Keep, within the capital of the Most Serene State of Lurin, the Silver Lubba’s eyes widened as she saw the skies visibly change in the far off distance. With a worried frown she would murmur a few words. “Let us hope that stays over there.”

Lumia sighed before yelling “I AM AN UIALBEN”

I’ve known and been friends with two players who’ve received perm bans over something they did literal years ago. Neither was aware they were being investigated, nor asked their side of anything that happened. In fact one of them was actually a victim of abuse by the person we suspect reported them. Were both blind sided by this? A little. One of them hadn’t even been online for months because he was deployed serving his country and we had to go tell him they were banning him, and what they were banning him because of. It was overall a really shitty situation. It hit our community pretty hard as both the people who were banned are founding members of it. Perm bans, for things that happened years ago.

“Father is missing his title of Brick Master in his signature. A shame.” The Silver Lubba hummed as she finished reading. “Lubba’s Keep two point oh indeed.”

What a very legible and understandable post.

Lumia read over her father’s missive, a light laugh escaping her, “of course we can have some more tree’s I think mangroves would do well on our land.” She hummed to herself setting the paper aside and moving on to the next missive.

NOICE

“Ah yay another problem.” Lumia read over the missive brought to her by a servant. She’d hand it back and turn over to go back to sleep.

Very good post.

Alphos the air atronach drifted through some unimportant humanoid inhabited settlement. It stopped as it passed by the message board as an obnoxiously long scroll hung there, rolled out along the floor. “And I thought I was a windbag” The atronach whistled glancing over the words etched upon the paper. It would shake its head “Silly human. The Void is the only answer.”

ON THE LETTER FROM A FORMER SILVER LUBBA Issued at Year 168 of the Second Age My father, Mika Anarion, speaks words of truth. I had tasked him with writing this letter as I have recently given birth to my son, Domonic Uialben. My ministers have handled my affairs for a while now and have acted in my stead. They represent my word and intent as diplomacy should be a matter for the entire state. The concerns of my father are shared by myself. I fear that my father is right, where darkspawn plot to destroy realms and people through any means necessary. I wish to meet one day once we both have recovered. To make things right, we will have to both communicate and resolve this in person. I await your response and wish you a swift recovery. ETERNAL WE STAND, ESHTAEL KEEPS BALANCE signed, The Silver Lubba, Lumia Uialben

The Lubba crumpled the missive in her fists, “I’ll not let her death go unpunished this time. Lurin supports Yera Silviera in this. If I cannot go myself we will send people. His head will make a nice addition to the wall.” And with that, the ball up papers were consumed by flames.

A CHANGE IN NAME Issued at Year 168 of the Second Age, 14th of Sun’s Smile Let it be known throughout the realms of Lurin and beyond, that a grand transformation is upon us, one that shall shape the annals of our history and mark a new era of prosperity, justice, and unity. As the sun sets on the dominion of House Anarion, we, the sovereign heirs of Lurin, do hereby declare the ascension of House Uialben to the throne. Casting away our fake adopted oppressive titles in exchange for what is synonymous with the bloodline of the Lurinite founders. With profound reverence for our storied past and unwavering determination for a brighter future, we embark on this journey of change and renewal. The Lurin regality wishes not to be synonymous with a bloodline tangentially ensnared in a family on the coattails to Liliyana Carrington and Karysmov Faroe, something that people seemed to bring as some type of dig onto not only the previous Trade Nation of Sutica, The Defunct Magi Nation of Llyria, but now our fair new independent state of the Lubba. With this change, not much will truly change. To put it simply, the surname of the ruling house of the Most Serene State of Lurin will be reverting back to what it once was before Lily Helenson-Anarion adopted our previous Silver Lubba. The Reigning Silver Lubba feels this change is necessary. To reclaim our true heritage, rebuild a once great house. To be something more than what we once were. Henceforth, the Silver Lubba and her immediate family will be Anarion’s no more. It served us well. However, it no longer suits who we have been freed to grow into. May House Uialben grow stronger than it once was in eons past. Long may we prosper and progress. The Silver Lubba, Lumia Uialben

Lumia looked at Polly a for a few long blinks. As if to say “why are you like this”. She’d read over the missive before eventually rolling her eyes at it and flinging the papers into the fire pit which devoured them happily. She’d shake her head. “I tire of these Canonists. We cannot breathe without one of them seeing and shouting EEEEVIIIILLLL”

“I will have to send Edvard in my steed. I am unable to attend.” The Silver Lubba sighed and went to find the lord little Vallah she’d dubbed her hand. ((OOC: I have to work or else I would come. 😭😞))

Excessive

Dear cherished friends and allies, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the incredible display of courage and camaraderie you showed at our wedding. The unexpected arrival of the Azdrazi threatened to shatter our joyous occasion, but your unwavering bravery turned the tide. In the face of danger, you stood by us, fought valiantly, and protected not only our union but the very essence of love that binds us all. The strength and unity you demonstrated are a testament to the powerful bonds forged in the fires of adversity. From the depths of our hearts, thank you for being the guardians of our joy, the defenders of our love, and the heroes of our special day. May the echoes of your valor resonate in the annals of our shared memories. If ever you should need of anything, please do not hesitate to come to me. You saved us. You made our ruined special day memorable instead of a travesty. And for that we are Eternally grateful for. With profound appreciation, The Silver Lubba, Lumia Anarion The Royal Consort, Apollyon Snowell

“I hope the halflings don’t blame me…” The Lubba sighed the burns on her chest aching.

Lumia Anarion and Apollyon Snowell wish to invite you to witness their long awaited nuptials! Please try to wear something nice if you are able. Casual dress is accepted. The ceremonies will take place in the Shiredom of Dúnwen, please gather at Apollyon’s residence on the lakeside. If you do not know the way, we can have someone escort you there. The following are invited to gather on this joyous day: The residents of Lurin, The residents of Dunfarthing, The residents of Vortice, The leaders of any Allied nations, And lastly any and all who consider themselves friends of the Silver Lubba and her Consort! OOC: The wedding will take place Sunday January 28th, 2024 @ 2pm Est.

The Silver Lubba clasped her hands together. “Good good, we still need to meet with Krug.”