The Black Lubba

“They’ve done fucked up.” The builder ker intoned reading over her beloved wife’s shoulder.

Hello! We are an Illatian household, two happily married parents, two full siblings, and several half siblings from previous arrangements! We are active in the Empire, specifically; Rittersburg, Lorraine, and Alba regions. We're available fairly often though predominantly in the evening time for EST, But I am available during daytime hours as well. the only predetermined aspect of these children is their names; the rest is up for discussion! We speak primarily Illatian (italian) for an immersive feel in our RP. But we also speak common, and are happy to help you figure out google translate! Please if you are interested in joining us send me a dm on discord at snow1770. ! Thank you so much for your time!

Giorgia, daughter of Niccóli, read over the writ. A happy grin spread over her face. She was happy for her family. Proud of her papa, for all the hard work he had done. She’d delightedly go to tell her dear husband Franz. Their twin children listening in though they did not know what it meant, they were happy to see their mama happy! @drtrollado

“Good for them” The golden Lubba decreed

Giorgia read over the missive, skimming through until she found who had won the election. Upon seeing Sebastien’s name, a wide and happy grin lit her face. She would have to congratulate him next she saw him!

“Io think the Emperor already say woman can do anything that men can do…donno if Io will be able to make it…” The wife would smile to him; her hands lingering upon her ever growing blessing.

A certain Illatian woman was very proud of her husband.

Within Lorraine, sat in the small kitchen of a home, a trio spoke of the devil and his beloved’s misfortune. One had been present at the trial, until she could no longer stand to hear his cries and fled from the place herself. Their voices laden with sadness, the mood heavy. “They should have fled when they were able to..” it was all the Illatian woman could think.

Upon reading the missive, Giorgia signed the Lorraine across her person. Filled with worry for the Crown Princess. She made note to herself to pray for her during her nightly prayers to GOD. For healing for her Imperial Highness, and that the future heir remained strong and in good health.

A certain Illatiana read over the missive. She knew who’d brought this about. And she felt nothing but disappointment. Her resolve hardening in her recent life changes.

A young ghoul’s hands clattered together. It’s best attempt at clapping. Perhaps maybe next time she was taken out on a raid there would be a feast to be had.

“Viva Illatia!!” shouted a proud young Illatian woman.

The HOLY day

After reading over the document, Kamina would scribble her name alongside the others. Sometime later, A crimson eyed ker signed her name as well. though hers was far more legible.

The ex-magi’s eyes perused the letter, ‘Father would be more interested in this than I.’ She thought, deciding to bring this to him later. She went back to perusing the market for ingredients to make bread with. @mika1278

Yet another note was pinned to the bulletin, it read: "Come to Cerulia, you will be safe here, the leader is an amicable man and the taxes are cheap! He is also incredibly skilled at building invader safe structures, send me a bird if you are interested! I am Lumia of Cerulia. ((IGN: deusnix send bird if u need help))

A slumbering Ker stirred at the sound of skittering insect like sounds upon glass. She’d crack her eyes to the bright light, looking upward towards the only window in the room to see a large blue lady bug tap tapping its way across the pane of glass. A small smile formed upon her lips before tucking her head back beneath the blankets and falling back into the oblivion that was her slumber.

From a distance, Lumia watched. She’d watch the destruction of the city she once called hers. The city that was once her home. She was grateful it was being destroyed lest it become more of what it was never meant to be. It was a city built upon grand ambition, the ambition to provide refuge and safety to all who were outcast from elsewhere. All who lacked a place to belong. A pained look expressed only through her eyes remained upon her face as she watched the buildings come down. She was sure her own previous home among them. Lubba’s Keep. A grand building she had spend countless years making into a true home for her and her children. Gone now. As the sun began to crest upon a new day, Lumia too would be gone. Off to start anew.

“And so it shall be. I hope they remove his wretched wife from our realm as well.” Lumia nodded approvingly at this declaration of her disowned son’s demise. It was inevitable. Whether it be by these Salvo men or by her own hand. She was glad to not have to have done it herself, nor risk one of her more loyal son’s health to rid Narithen of breath…

“Wack” Decided the elfess.

Mick is a pretty good dude, when I was still NL of Lurin, he didn’t use ooc to initiate RP with me, he came to me in game, and actually role played with me. He was a good confidant during this time. Y’all should unban him.

“Whatever the hell a Salvo is.” The past Silver Lubba rolled her eyes. “Lurin Delenda Est.”

“Blessed be.” Lumia murmured, a soft smirk upon her lips. She would enjoy these coming battles. Her repudiated son only sealed the fate of Lurin. As the younglings said, it was cooked.

Somewhere in Lurak’s darkest corners a crimson eyed Mali’ker cackled. Happy to oblige her disowned son’s eagerness for her once prosperous nations demise.

“Damn. They couldn’t take the heat.” The ex-Silver Lubba sighed putting away her gear once again.