Truppler

A certain high-elf retrieved the letter and slipped into her quarters, her gaze scanning the parchment - only to pause, blinking in faint confusion at its contents. "Yare yare..." she then sighed

the time has come... :)

𝔗his is great to see! A proper medical remedy comparable to the Corcitură cure. Alchemy really benefits from additions like this, especially for apothecaries/medical roleplay.

𝔗he mention of Azhl was crossed out when looking at the letter.

When Community Admin?

Passing by the bulletin board would be a tucked letter with the following words on the paper: 𝕲reetings dear Merchants, Ea, Elowyn Othelu´Maehr, seek to procure a single Azhl or Starsteel ingot. Generous payment awaits if vye believe vye can offer a fair price for this acquisition. Please feel free to reach me by bird or letter. Signed, Elowyn Othelu´Maehr

𝔈lowyn inclined her head in quiet agreement, her expression calm yet resolute as Ilse’s words settled between them. "A truth many would rather dress in kinder colors" she said softly. "Intentions do not outweigh patterns, and patterns when repeated often enough... become warnings. Mercy without vigilance is not virtue - it is negligence." Her gaze drifted briefly toward the city beyond, lights flickering like distant embers. "We may mourn the few who might have chosen another path," Elowyn continued, "but we are charged with the lives of the many who already stand within our walls. When danger proves consistent, restraint must give way to duty." She looked back to ℑlse then, a faint, knowing calm in her eyes. "This was never about hatred - It is about protection. And that truth does not change simply because it is uncomfortable."

𝔈lowyn stood admits the gathering crowd as the duel began, her hands clasped tight before her chest while her gaze followed each strike with quiet dread. When Ulfric fell, her breath caught — fear flashing across her face as she moved with family and kin toward where he lay. Relief came only when she saw he yet breathed, bloodied but alive. "By the All-Father…" she whispered, voice low — half prayer, half trembling thanks. As the others lifted him to be taken back to the capital’s clinic, Elowyn lingered for a moment longer, eyes soft upon him. "You have done well, Ulfric. Rest now — your fire still burns" Then, quietly, she mounted her horse and followed with the others along the path home, the scent of blood and trampled earth still heavy in the air.

𝔈lowyn looked up from the parchment with a soft smile. "Ah… it warms my heart to read such news of flourishing times among our steadfast allies. I had never imagined the last great war would one day lead to this — yet seeing them prosper now gives me hope for both their future and ours." Her gaze lingered a moment longer. "Norland is my home as much as theirs," she thought. "We stood together and many dear to us did not return… but seeing this growth reminds me that their sacrifice was not in vain. It is in moments like these that hope truly takes root again."

𝔑𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯 𝔐𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔢 Trade beneath the guiding star “As the star guides the lost traveler, so too shall our Company guide the flow of trade.” 𝔒ur Purpose Born in the heart of Norland, North Star Mercantile rises with the promise of steady trade and honest craftsmanship. Just as the North Star has long guided sailors and wanderers alike, so too do we strive to be a constant beacon of reliability in the markets of Almaris. 𝔒ur Wares Our caravans and merchants proudly offer: Fine leathers & pelts – tanned and prepared for armorers, craftsmen, and traders. Wool & fleece – warm and durable, for weavers and tailors alike. Ores & metals – iron, copper, and other valuable resources to strengthen every forge. The Mercantile even seeks to broaden its horizons: where demand rises, so shall our supply. 𝔒ur Principles Reliability – our word and weight are as constant as the star above. Fair Trade – prosperity flows best when it is shared in good faith. Strength in Unity – by trading together, we strengthen both Norland and our partners 𝔒ur Ambition Though merchants and caravans mark our beginnings, our eyes are set upon the horizon. In time, North Star Mercantile seeks to raise its own settlement – a new home beneath the guiding star. As many among our number are Elves, we extend a special welcome to kinfolk whom seek both trade and community. This settlement shall be a haven where prosperity and fellowship may flourish together. 𝔍oin or Trade with Us Merchants, craftsmen, and allies are welcome to bring their skills or coin beneath the guiding star. For inquiries, trade agreements, or to join our ranks, seek out Elowyn Othelu’Maehr within Norland. So let the North Star shine above us – a light for travelers, for Norland, and for the mercantile roads ahead. Issued by Elowyn Othelu’Maehr On behalf of North Star Mercantile

MC Name: Truppler Discord: truppler Image: Description of Image: Ravn Casemira Vuiller, a woman who once resided in Balian Dimensions: 2 wide, 3 high

thats so cool af

"This took much longer than I thought" murmured a certain aheral, grinning at the letter she had received

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤: ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔭 𝔘𝔰 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔄𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 Passing by the bulletin board would be a tucked letter with the following words on the paper: 𝔄nette Blackrose, a cherished member of the Blackrose household in Grense, has been missing since last Saints Week. Description: Height: 165 cm (5'5") Hair: Dark Eyes: Bluish Attire: Typically seen wearing a black hat and matching clothing ℑf you have any information about her whereabouts or have seen someone matching this description, please reach out by sending a letter to Ravena Blackrose. Your help is deeply appreciated as we search and pray to God for our beloved Anette. 𝔖igned, ℜ𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔞 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 - 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔶

"A masterpiece - Advocate of justice" muttered the woman with an smile on her face, keen to study the laws for her people in Grense "May God bless those who wrote it"

Passing by the bulletin board would be a tucked letter with the following words on the paper: 𝕲reetings dear Merchants, I, Ravena Blackrose, seek to procure a single high-density volatite ingot or spear. Generous payment awaits if you believe you can offer a fair price for this acquisition. Please feel free to reach me by bird or letter. Signed, Ravena Blackrose

"How disappointing to read that..." sighed Ravena and throw the missive on her table and murred something to herself.

Ooooh! So excited :D

Congratulations bestie for your 3th year - Thats a achievement!!! May the coming years be with you! ^-^/

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 ℜ𝔞𝔳𝔫 𝔒𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔫 1892 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 - 25 𝔅𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔄𝔫𝔫𝔲𝔪 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥, 1989 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 - 122 𝔅𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔄𝔫𝔫𝔲𝔪 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢 It was a quiet day under the summer heat in Ravn's garden. Birds chirped and sang their songs beneath the trees in front of her house. She sat on a wooden stool, her gaze wandering the landscape of the Balinese countryside—a beautiful view for the old and humble lady nonetheless. Her face was adorned with a faint smile as she gazed up at the sky. The sky was nearly clear, with only a few sheep-like clouds in the background above the hilly wheat and vineyard fields. The wind blew with a gentle breeze. "If only my brother, sister, and cousin were here" Ravn sighed, turning her head to her right,looking inside her house through the open door. A picture of Verónica and Diane stood on an otherwise bare, cold wall, both captured with beautiful expressions in their prime. She chuckled, delving into her thoughts and memories. "I remember them well" she hummed, her faint smile turning into a grin. "We had a lot of fun, didn’t we?" Her words were spoken in a soft whisper to herself, only to laugh moments later. She realized she was alone in the fondness of the memory. Bitterness and loneliness spread over her heart afterward—a reminder that she was one of the few left of her generation. All were nearly gone, even one of her own children had passed before her. She took a deep breath and sighed, feeling the weight of her solitude. "My last years weren’t the most successful ones..." she lamented, laying her right hand on her forehead- slowly moving it over her face until it lost its hold. "And my grandchildren rarely visit me..." Her gaze shifted to her left, where the laughter of her five adopted children could be heard from a nearby tree-lined avenue. "But at least I have my beautiful girls." another sigh left her, this time with relief that she had them around. Ravn moved her hand underneath the table beside her to pick a small wine bottle from a bucket filled with ice. She took a glass that had been placed next to it and poured the wine, bringing it slowly to her lips. "What a taste, with a hint of sweetness" she murmured, grinning faintly. Her body leaned back into her seat, and she murmured again, "A hint of sweetness... like life itself," before falling into a sleep from which she would not wake again... ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 To my five children: For my friend Aylin Blackrose: Hadeon Valkonen: My Grandchildren Hyacinth and Irena Valkonen: To Raelle: For Haus: For Alf Vuiller: To the Weiss family: Seth Calith:

𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖕 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖆𝖟𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖐. "𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓵," 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉, 𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙. "𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓭 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓷𝓾𝓶 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓢𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻."

𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖓 𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆 𝖁𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 108 𝔅.𝔄 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔢𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 Ave and graze teu for taking the time to consider my electoral program. My name is Ravn Casemire Vuiller, a descendant of an ancient and noble lineage, steadfastly loyal to the crown of our beloved Regnum Balian for generations. Though not the youngest candidate, I bring a wealth of wisdom garnered over more than five decades spent abroad. I offer this accumulated knowledge to serve our kingdom diligently. Having achieved success in various fields, ranging from education since my youth to trade, I am well-prepared to contribute meaningfully to the governance of our realm. I, Ravn Casemira Vuiller, stand before you as a prospective Speaker of the Senate in the upcoming election. 𝔐𝔶 𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪 As Senator, my first action would be the establishment of a partially state-owned enterprise. This entity would harness our kingdom's resources from both below and above ground to benefit the northern regions, thereby enhancing our influence, prestige, and revenue. This initiative would create new employment opportunities, enabling ordinary citizens to invest their resources for profit and become trusted merchants. Let us transform our magnificent realm into a bustling trading hub. This is my vision, my mission as your potential Senator. I urge you to cast your vote for me, Ravn Casemira Vuiller, for a prosperous future for our people. Signed by Dona Ravn Casemira Vuiller

𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖊: 𝓡𝓪𝓿𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓥𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝕬𝖌𝖊: 83 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊: 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽 2 𝕯𝖎𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖘?: 𝓨𝓮𝓼, 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭

IGN: Truppler DISCORD: truppler SKIN: playful pink AMOUNT: 350 Minas

ʀᴀᴠɴ ᴘᴇʀᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡꜱ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇꜱᴋ, ꜱᴄʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛɪᴄʟᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋᴇᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ. "𝒜 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓎, 𝒽𝓂?" ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴅᴇʀʟʏ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ, ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪᴄʟᴇꜱ 3 ᴀɴᴅ 4. ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴏᴀᴋ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ꜱɪᴘ, ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. "𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁," ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡꜱᴘᴀᴘᴇʀꜱ.