Zemzy_Oakheart

Along the street, would a certain gobliness notice a frog with a red string caught in its mouth, confusing OmNom for a moment as she watched the frog hop along side her daily huntings for local books. A memory seemed to strike her in the moment; how she'd remembered the adventure she went on with a group of cubs outside town to help out a small settlement, rising up to the challenge to handle the threat of giant frogs nearby. She wondered how those cubs were doing now after so many years, the way their free-spirited demeanors brought a brief calm to the storm of her mind of recent years. OmNom would remember those cubs for a moment as she stood in the street, realizing the frog began to hop away. She didn't realize the tear that had trickled down her cheek in the brief lapse of reality for her, yet couldn't seem to place the reasoning behind it either.

From within the depths of the grand library would a certain gobliness toil away at cataloguing a few books in the midst of the day, only disrupted by the sound of a knock at the door & the news delivered in a quiet tone. Though the figure who delivered the news left as quickly as they came to deliver the information, Gummy would remain frozen in thought of the name; how it dredged up old memories at the same time her ears drooped in the privacy of the large room. A part of her could feel his soul head towards the Stargush'Stroh, how it felt as if only yesterday did she teach the man about their ways of healing & hexes.... Gummy's gaze wandered over to a nearby drawer in the wall as she felt the urge to open it & pick up an old book she'd made sure to keep track of with the utmost care; the dwarven handwriting still as vibrant as the day he'd given the copy to her. A tear welled up in her beady gaze as she looked it over, as if it were brand new again- No; as if it were the last remains of a friend she idly missed drift away to the winds. The gobliness would then hug that book close so as to protect it from the falling tears smudging such craftsmanship she would cherish more than most would expect.

Somehwere just below the Seven Skies, would a certain woman wearing wooden elf ears & floating about with black wings would notice Alcibade's ascent, her glance surprised to see the man had lasted so long & yet.. happy to see him possibly find peace.

Reading over a missive that passed along her desk would a certain gobliness pause from her solitary labors to reread the parchment's contents before a mix of emotions seemed to simmer within her mind.... Laughter? No, it felt bitter in taste to think of such irony befallen what once her bruddahs & sistahs of a lifetime ago. Sadness to see how the pedestal only climbs higher in the monopoly of government? Perhaps, but what's left of Gummy was in no standings to stand up alone for what she knew & felt with a hint of disappointment. "..Maibee...." Gummy chittered to herself under her breath, far below the surface of the world with her unfurled scroll list beside her, "..da cycle is finally break'd.. . . Let da spirits guide them tu learn from this.. . ."

While reading over the missive inbetween sweeping up broken glass shards would OmNom tilt her head in a bit of confusion as she paused, letting the gears turn & grind behind her beady gaze for a moment. "..Strange.. Wunder which priest allow'd this tu happen.... Also curious how dat would work? Mm.. . ." The gobliness mumbled to herself as she was grateful the bandages held her arms comfortably from the window's draft. "Either way, this is da first time we has heer'd of sumthing so drastic allow'd at sum point; now where did da pan go.. . ."

Amongst the chaos of books being set amongst numerous shelves & scrolls trailing along the floor every so often, the Head Librarian couldn't help but crack a smile at the life being breathed into the neighboring building next door. This would prompt the gobliness OmNom to spark an idea on whether to write to the college or not just yet with the looming Fiction shelves glaring at her from behind.. . .

As a certain gobliness took a break from the endless cataloguing of books in the Grand Library, OmNom would notice the bill tucked away within the donation bin to read over. Reaching a certain section about books however would raise a brow of confusion as she spoke to herself amongst the empty halls, "..Whu hurt you tu kanzel lub in da yeerz ob lub....?"

Finding a copy of the missive amongst the hundreds of books currently being sorted in what once was the home of the main branch would a certain gobliness paused from the toiling of labor for a thought. Part of Gummy couldn't help but smile as much as her shoulder's scar did so as well towards the news, though her gears began to turn with an odd spark of enthusiasm for the event. "....Time tu start preparing on da side then.... Even if they is wrong tu use race as a weapon, we will show them how good we is." Gummy chittered to herself with a small smile. She could already feel herself planning in her mind of everything she'd have to dig up once more, but a certain spirit would be looking down upon the gobliness with the same, twisted smile that had begun to brew.

Not even a month had passed since the last funeral attended would Gummy hear the news through the aviary missives collected. The gobliness stood frozen on the street as her beady gaze stared at the parchment, through the parchment & lost all focus of the world around her. Surely, it is only a rumor.. right? Thought the frazzled feral bean, unable to believe it at first from how shocking the news panged at her heartache already. Walking back home to check if Hick was home yet to clear things up for her, Gummy would only be faced with the facts that his name no longer stood upon the parcel box anymore, yet the building still stood, as if awaiting for the fabled man to return home. Its front door key weighed heavily in her robed pocket, fumbling with the ring of keys to be allowed inside still. The home felt as if it had changed; colder than it had always felt now, quieter. The furniture still held the scent of Hick's presence & yet not a sliver of him was in sight. "..P-po'hai.. . ." Gummy chittered under her breath, barely a whisper as she didn't notice herself collapsing to her knees in the doorway, nor the tears that began to silently trickle down her cheeks. ~*~ Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Sonia overheard her sibling from the other room exclaim the news to their surprise from upstairs, sparking a deep sadness in the small halfling; enough for her pupper companion to sense something was wrong. She couldn't help but go quiet in her bedroom, taking a moment that felt like an eternity to shed countless tears for Uncle Hick. It had only been yesterday since he turned 100.. right? She thought to herself, remembering the pinata & many who arrived to join in the festivities for the man, the myth, the legend. After pulling herself away from the pupper to straighten herself out, Sonia would scrape herself off the floor & head out of the burrow with the dog in tow behind her, down by the ocean & begin to plant flowers in honor of his memory with a saddened smile.

Returning from a less than enthusiastic service in town would a certain gobliness find a copy of the news posted on the satellite branch's noticeboard. Her heavy heart couldn't help but sputter a half-hearted chuckle as she read the missive; it seemed to have brought a flicker of life back to 'OmNom's' spirit before she returned to the depths of the basement maelstrom once more.

Hart will live on in a certain gobliness' memory, despite how long it's been in seeing them.... T^T

The grand librarian would pause to take a moment & read over the missive that slipped into the donation box upstairs from the amount of book sorting 'OmNom' had been delving into with a raised brow. "They update their papers again, curious.... Why is 'librarians' so littul though....?" She chittered to herself as she simply carried the parchment down into the depths of the library with her. "It is a good paper tu save for upstairs later...."

Finding a copy within the donation bin of the grand library would 'OmNom' raise a brow at first; skeptical of its contents as she'd found times before. However, as she read through the missive once, twice.... A hint of surprise & relief seemed to drift through her thoughts. "..It iz a Krugmaz mirakul...." she chittered to herself from the break room, alone for the moment before uttering a prayer up to the ceiling quietly, "..Lûp'Theruz îzub'ûr uruk-hai kranklûkz hon-fûr'nar agh gimb'khatûn larg-durbûrz...."

Somewhere along the Southern Shores, would a pitbull perk up from outside the many burrows with Sonia & begin to howl to the moon, sensing something along the wind to bring it a moment of sadness. Despite the halfling child not knowing what had happened, she couldn't help but listen to her companion that sat beside her every waking moment & would offer to hug the pupper with her one arm. It wasn't much, but somewhere out there, there was hope to keep Turtwin's memory living on in good spirits.

Overhearing snippets of the mumbled chanting from her sibling's bedroom, Sonia would grow more concerned about Hazel with each passing day & yet unable to figure out how to muster up the courage to cease the strife on her own.

lovin to see the team makin the server so fun to interact with, but can cooking fresh meat in a smoker be looked into sometime?

A certain gobliness would feel a sense of mixed emotions creep into her thoughts as she found a copy of the missive; was it perhaps fear? Hope? Worry? "Shooflee.. . ." The silent voice prayed in her thoughts, her fingers crossed that the spirits may hear her feral dialect somewhere....

Unaware of the dutiful work Hazel mustered up in the clinic room would Sonia remain unconscious for the duration of the missive's creation & distribution. Her small frame currently struggling to stay alive as a quarter of her own body was now missing.. . .

Finding the note caught by a pigeon in the aviary amidst other remnants of her mail, a certain gobliness would read the parchment for a moment in a bit of confusion upon the 1st skimmed reading. After stopping herself & taking a longer moment to reread the letter did Gummy recognize Bug's handwriting from notes of old she'd saved out of nostalgia before. Despite her emotions disconnecting from disbelief of seeing the handwriting, its contents & beginning to soak the information in with what she'd heard of in very small fragments, Gummy wouldn't help but feel a tear creep up to the surface; one of many that she'd not expected to find despite everything she'd gone through over the past half of her life. Gummy remembered the days of her childhood in meeting the man she once called uncle, how she couldn't help but watch the world slowly spiral out of control for the pair in various instances, yet also losing track of what she'd once considered family. How the days shifted to darker tones when time began to push them apart with deceptions & manipulations scattered across the land that was also out of each's control. She had regretted not trying to push harder in trying to help the uruk with his plights, despite the many that grew on her plate at the same time, & regretted being unable to find a better solution to saving His soul before things went too far to salvage. It was at this point that Gummy's left shoulder would begin to ache with the phantom pains of the scar that the same uruk left behind as a massive bitemark; though it had healed enough to not be life-threatening, its tattooed visage reminded her of the past. It reminded her of everything that had occurred up to more recent times when Aevos began to crumble, as well as her world. Countless nights when she'd pray to Ikuras to keep her sanity intact, & yet the spirit reveled in how much it had unraveled instead. With her vision blurring more from the tears trickling down her face & finding herself collapsed to her knees on the cobble street, the parchment had flitted away with the wind along with her strength in the moment; he was truly gone, her friends achieving what she couldn't. The future of Gummy would need to be tended to in time, but for now the gobliness would let herself crumble on the street, uncaring if anyone watched her silent descent.

Noticing a pigeon flying by as a certain gobliness would travel back from the beach, the feathered friend would smack into a nearby rock & leave the note for her to pick up in curiosity. She recognized the handwriting, the name, though a bit surprised to see how vast time felt for her. Letting out a light, chittered chuckle, the gobliness couldn't help but smile a bit as she tucked the invitation into her pocket for safe-keeping, her thoughts beginning to plan....

A small, halfling child would walk up to the board with a few parchments pinned to it to stare at for a moment; blissfully unaware of what was scribbled upon them. However, it wouldn't deter the child from assuming it was the adults' attempts to draw about the amazing band she'd seen perform earlier in the day.

An ethereal hand would attempt to reach out for the other specter's as they began to depart.... A fragment of the ash seemed to stir at the familiar scent of soup that drifted by.. . .

A Queen's Last Roost [PK] ༻❀༺ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA-I3Nfbwog ༻❀༺ It had been far too long since Blume could remember a fond memory that brought her joy; her cloak had weathered many a storm to the point where she’d lost count long ago, yet her feet continued to trudge onwards. Her bones ached, yearned for rest as the large pole-hammer she’d kept close that was gifted to her long ago dragged along the grass behind her, the “elfess” holding on tight. That white-knuckled grip afraid to let go of what once was, what could’ve been, what she’d prayed could be amended if she’d just hold out for a little while longer. Blume became lost in her thoughts as she traveled alone with her clucking companion from her bag, the urge to feast on what was considered forbidden consumed most of her days & she’d grown so tired of fighting the urge in her elderly years. Finding scraps left along the road to clean up at times. It was almost as if living within a waking nightmare she would struggle at times to awaken from, yet the torment would continue on with no outside help in sight. What would life have been like if things were different back then? The shambling Herrlichkeit thought to herself, her feet continued trudging along the path as she wandered, not taking notice of where she went to make way for her own ponderings. Soon enough, she would begin to reminisce of the younger years. ༻❀༺ Many bright days awoke the younger form of herself, arising from the bed aloft within the family homestead of Minitz; the small settlement surrounded by simpler log walls & golden fields of wheat as far as her eye could see. It usually felt empty, spare for what she considered her “kingdom” outside the front door. It was a comfort she tried to forge for herself in those early years to fill the void of what kept away from her reach. Blume would wander outside to tend to the chickens as she spoke to them (or in her terms, ‘chimkins’), as if the only friends the child could rely in finding if not for the spare set of adults that graced her life back then with their days of comfort & wisdom she’d cherished, wished she’d had more times to enjoy with them than she’d had. Many names clung to her memories as she took a trip down said memory lane; how they all had disappeared in their own time, whether it be due to unknown circumstances or the fallout with the duke’s son that drove her away. She’d not known how much of an impact her tears would have had on her own life in the moment back then, especially from someone not too much older than her. Blume had thought she was doing right by crying out for help when injustices went unnoticed, how she wanted to help the community with the skills she’d learned from those few who’d taken the time to teach tidbits such as sewing from an older neighbor, appreciating the value of books & knowledge from the mini-castle’s lord, or tending to sheep with her honorary siblings. It felt as if Blume’s heart grasped on to those memories for dear life in an attempt to right the wrongs someday; to try & fix the mistakes caused upon her grief, her lack of strength & lost purpose in life. She remembered those very far behind days looking up to the 2 men in her life she loved most & wanted to be just like them when she grew up someday; to become a lawspeaker like her family so proudly upheld to protect the neighbors she considered family…. But that dream would never come to pass as those very men drifted in their own, different directions; both fueling her insecurities & discovering each to leave her behind. She could remember the times she spent with her elvish cousin, the same age as herself yet emotionally stronger than her as his own father was a shining star in her eyes. Her cousin had times where they argued over childish things, other times finding fun & joy in spending time with him & her older brother around their homes. Blume vividly remembered days she’d spent at that elvish uncle’s home & how she’d made the man smile for once with the paper elf ears that were donned for the first time; it was as if she felt like Blume belonged somewhere for the first time & wasn’t judged harshly for the sentimental notion. Was I not good enough for papa? Blume would still wonder to herself as she’d not once forgotten the love she held close to her ever-beating heart, her teen years later bringing more grief to her as she’d remembered her father continuing to work hard, rarely saving any time to spend with his own children as far as she could see. The family name felt as if they were supposed to be proud Minitzers & Reinmaren, yet she’d only realize on her own the harsher facts of life rather than from those she could trust. She’d tried her best to at least take care of her father’s grave after passing, but alas - another promise she couldn’t keep as the very home she’d been kicked out of left a gaping hole in the yard that fateful day without a word at first. It’d only taken her to write a letter to whom she considered family in town to find out they’d taken her father away yet again & barred her from visiting anymore for a mere decree. What did I do wrong to become so abandoned? Did I not work hard enough? Did I not ask enough questions? Perhaps I had cried too much & seemed awkward…. More questions filled her mind, the climates shifted around Blume’s elderly frame as she barely noticed. Between her rattling bones shivering to the cold or the singed & crudely-repaired cloak rolled the rain showers off from her frame, those steps continued on, hoping they would find relief soon. ༻❀༺ Time shifted once more as the memories of Blume’s life skipped ahead - her first love, an elven man she’d known since she was a child & cherished what little moments she could have with him. His red hair always stood out along the pond’s edge as they skipped rocks together, other times sharing baked goods & book titles, yet she always yearned for more time with him as the years went by; where did he go? Why did they never live together? Why didn’t she try to reach out sooner? ….Why did she still hold on to the past. There was a growing hunger within this point in time she’d begun to notice more, even before she’d been cursed by a pair of necromancers with their crude experiment to turn her into a cannibal for their twisted sense of fun. Something about their game felt familiar that Blume couldn’t place a finger on by herself, yet knew something was horribly wrong. It wasn’t long after Blume’s papa had been taken back to Minitz without her knowledge at first did she lose her memories; she recalled finding out what she considered her mini-castle’s honorary uncle from Minitz whom also left at the same time & tried taking the young maiden in had been arrested in another nation. Blume remembered receiving the letter that summoned her to the trial & visiting only to hold herself back as she heard many voices from within the cell’s chambers; family & friends visiting the man behind bars as if it were a trivial disruption in their everyday lives that would easily pass whether she was there or not. Stepping away from the hall before being seen, another figure asked for her help in finding directions to someone who’d helped her in the time Blume had stayed with this uncle within his own viscounty; the name separate in entity, yet close enough to remember, Blume’s attempt to remain kind & helpful to the stranger merely landed a hefty blow to the side of her head, leaving her adrift upon the dwarven cobblement. Blume’s mind was lost for many months, years even, as she recalled having to rediscover herself on her own. Wandering the road would only have her lover’s family ride by to find her, bring the broken Herrlichkeit to their home where she’d discover her love had abandoned her in this lost time of need. His brother whom she considered an older brother, too, disappeared as she couldn’t understand the grief they went through alone. ༻❀༺ Where do I even belong? Was a question that would forever haunt Blume as she wandered the roads, lost to time & forgotten by family as far as she knew. There had only been brief glimpses of her family she’d seen through the years; her cousin & older brother having every leg broken around Krugmas, blaming herself for the incident as well. Another time when her own father’s brother attempted to murder her & her brother for finding a death threat against their own family. Losing her memories had at least brought her back to the mini-castle uncle she’d lived with before eventually, only through his firstborn son did he bring her in for a short time. It seemed like every chance something could go wrong would as Blume had contemplated upon the darker aspects of life as Almaris’ end had once passed, everyone fleeing to a safer world as the darkspawn & Mori elves she’d vividly recalled closing in upon lifes’ position as a last stand of freedom. It felt.. Strange to be cast into the dark of the world with so many others, yet.. A feeling of relief as she’d grown more accustomed to her cravings over the years; discovering their origins to be a fatal mistake in her childhood left untreated for so long that it was too much for her to handle alone if it continued. Yet.. who would help someone with such a dark secret? The Herrlichkeit already felt like much a burden to life as is with her attempts to be a part of any community, let alone her supposed uncle’s extended family & the elvish family had left her behind on more than one occasion. The days she’d spent alone within a simple camp she created within the island of Failor? Isolation. Those who had managed to find her campsite would only come to find Blume fearful of her own existence; believing she was bad luck incarnate over the years & had not realized until the world ended to blame herself for so much going wrong, whether she even caused it directly or not. It was heartbreaking to her to live with the guilt of not being strong enough to keep her family together, not strong enough to carve out her own place in life as the years continued to fly by. ༻❀༺ Living in Haense upon the new world was hesitant at first, despite the warm welcome a family had hired her into as a personal medic; she could remember moving into the small bedroom as if it were yesterday with the cool, northern air drifting in through the balcony arch. It was an attempt for a second chance at life, perhaps even finding her extended family again someday if she’d grow strong enough emotionally. However, that dream would only be obscured by the chaos ensuing after. It helped she’d even found a new love amidst those few who found her campsite as a dark elf, showering her with many a flower & even ushering a long-needed chuckle as she watched him wrangle bees for her to enjoy in the solitude from society. A mix of befriending a light-hearted orc that was friends with those who’d hired her & even considered Blume a part of their own family now would unravel into disarray down the line. Beginning as a simple misunderstanding of kidnapping her would only lead to said Herrlichkeit falling in love with the man who fought to build her confidence; she’d been so distraught by those who’d hired her for her expertise, only to ignore her advice & instead enforce their own advice upon her. When she’d become sick at times, or other times when said “family” would test the dark elf’s devotion to love the “elfess” with her wooden-carved ears. She’d not expected to develop feelings for someone so much & so quickly, but there was never a doubt she cherished what little time she had with them nonetheless. I caused his death. The words gripped her mind like a vice as Blume knew all too well the orc’s demise caused her such great grief, the day still standing beside the loss of her papa & being banished from her hometown as the worst days of her life. They had been lured to a falsely-secure place to rest, not even having the time to properly rest before said “family” who’d hired her ambushed the space in hidden armor & force; figures swarming the uruk 12 to 2 as a few tried to collect Blume by force, yet only later would Blume find herself defended by others outside of the misunderstandings gone out of hand. She couldn’t return home - their home - when she wasn’t strong enough yet to stand up to them. Instead, it took a few letters to what little friends she could remember & her dark-elf love to help her escape Haense, despite how much the family attempted to cover up her existence there. Blume was right for once in seeking out help in the matter, yet the tension continued even long after as she only felt hollow in trusting people who wanted to consider her family for her kindness; a luxury she felt was only sensible to share with the world anyways, revenge & harshness only farmed the fields of misery in her spectacled eyes. ༻❀༺ Blume remembered the moment she shared with the orc she admired dearly before returning as a spirit for some time, an honor she held close to her heart as she swore to protect his only belonging remaining that she could find after the carnage the most recent family had taken from her. Keeping the item close in secrecy kept a piece of hope in her heart that she could try & fix what had been done while still trying to find strength with the only words that seemed to stick around longer than her shambling stability could hope for. She’d tried to reach out to old family, new family, extended family for any sense of stability, yet it all felt so.. Distant; as if none wanted to help such a wilted flower any longer & Blume grew to understand their resentment over the years. Who would want to listen to my cries anyways? She felt like such a burden to her mini-castle uncle for so long, she was surprised he’d tried to be so supportive - even if he did ostracize her from the family for his own nephew’s actions separate from herself. Blume had tried to ask friends & remaining family to help end her suffering - a very dark time for her at this point - yet almost everyone had neglected the words; those who replied to her pleas would give her a brief conversation before departing once more to the winds it felt like. ༻❀༺ Blume attempted to start life again, & again; running libraries for those willing to glimpse her collection of books over the years, over doubling the size of Balian’s library even to coax the initial establishment into a larger warehouse, attempting love yet again as her dark elf love had vanished, alongside their adopted daughter. She missed the chaos the pair brought home in the past, the life they brought into her own. She missed being able to comfort the child after eventful days & long nights of scrutiny against their mismatched family dynamic in the varied towns. As Blume had to witness meeting the mini-castle uncle’s firstborn son had become a ghost & scorn her, she too learned her older brother & elvish cousin both passed as well & became spirits to roam the lands upon Aevos. It felt as if an arrow had pierced her heart in realizing so many would rather disappear than try to reach out, but.. Blume knew they would likely never forgive her for their rough lives…. Would she end up the same way? Or join the other spirits amongst the many stars above that reflected the souls that watched over those still living? ༻❀༺ So many old memories, so much sorrow plaguing her mind as the hunger continued to carry her onwards upon the roads, the climate shifted back to a more comfortable warmth for her rattling bones at some point to cease their numbed shivering. “Hold it there.” The voice vaguely familiar echoed from the path behind Blume, yet not enough to snap out of the cannibalistic cravings that had forced her to degrade over the countless years of wandering. She was only grateful in the preparation she’d made long ago. The “elfess” would only carry what was once the essentials to live off of before life would slip away from her thoughts with time. A part of her felt the need to fight the urge that consumed most of her mind, yet she couldn’t break through to fully understand what was going on at first; between the broken-down spirit within the emaciated frame of Blume’s singed-cloak, its stitches grown poorer in quality over the years due to her trembling hands, & her physical body turning to face the voice on its own like clockwork she could sense something was.. Different. The white-knuckled grip she’d promised to herself to anchor to the pole-hammer she always carried was a promise to someday find her other papa who’d struggled to remember her with the mini-castle uncle when she was a child & yet always had to leave for important business…. She remembered him returning at the end of Almaris to teach her how to wield the weapon, as well as outside Haense later to promise seeing her again after that lesson as well, yet.. The man had disappeared without a word. This was the first to break within Blume as she could feel herself let go of her own pole-hammer, shifting to using more energy as she still couldn’t figure out why she recognized the voice that drifted through to her inside. There was a faint, white light she could see from the direction she could hear the voice, yet she could find no shape in its form yet. “Stop!” She was hurting someone living; a fear Blume had always dreaded while she could still function normally. She could feel herself beginning to summon her tears that were once long-lost, now resurfacing like her older memories. The light would glow brighter as she hesitated to go towards it at first, yet struggled with her own body to at least halt its actions until she could attempt to grasp a hold of the situation. She was hoping to eventually run out of energy & collapse in the wild perhaps & feed a family of wild animals with what was left of her, but as the Herrlichkeit’s mind struggled to resurface from its inner prison upon itself, she would find a dagger pressed up to her chin with a glowing white flame about its unsheathed blade, the flames producing no heat yet not bright enough to blind her at all with its magical properties. “C..cousin….” Blume’s voice rasped out faintly as she recognized the voice finally, leading to a face she thought she’d never see again as it belonged to her elvish cousin’s older brother. She remembered the last time she’d seen him; how she’d crash on his family’s couch for sometime after Haense, until they moved out without any word of where they’d gone. She thought she’d driven them away with her bad luck & yet here he was, standing before her with a look mixed between concern & pain twisting behind his locked on gaze to her. “What has the world done to you?” Blume could feel her hands continue to tremble & quake at her sides, the threatened urge to lunge out at her cousin like she’d felt with her niece from the same family so long ago as well haunted her mind. I can’t bear to hurt anyone. The thought crossed her mind in a flash as she couldn’t seem to cease her endless tears either. Within a flash of moment, Blume would give the man a grieving smile as she realized what would come next before feeling the weight of the dagger drive up through her chin; the taste of blood would begin to fill her mouth with haste. It was a struggle to breathe for a moment with the shock of tasting so much iron at once & an agonizing headache searing behind her eyes, yet she would manage to find the man’s hand as he hugged her close, sitting down upon the ground as Blume could feel her legs giving out beneath her very thin frame. Giving his hand a weakened squeeze to try & comfort his worries, Blume would then feel the urge to consume fade a bit in intensity as she could will her hand holding her cousin’s over to her trusty satchel bag that now lay beside them from the fray. “..Read.. . .” The sound of faint clucking noises would emanate from the bag as she looked up to her cousin’s own shaken gaze glancing down at what she tried to convey to him. As he reached into the bag, something tried to peck at his unfamiliar hands to what resided within the cloth container, yet would manage to withdraw what she’d been concerned about for so long. The elderly Herrlichkeit could feel as if she was running out of time with how cold her body began to feel, then going numb as she struggled to focus for much longer on this world. She couldn’t hold back her tears, no matter how many she’d shed in life, she still wept for her cousin seeing her like this & yet she found solace in knowing she could spend her last moments with someone who would remember her - if even for a brief moment. Blume’s lips would stutter to mouth out a set of silent words to him, her final attempt to be heard as her vision began to gradually fade, a pang of heartache twisting her slowing heartbeat in leaving her cousin with such a sight to behold. For a moment, she could see her beloved elvish uncle’s smile through his own; something she missed so dearly for far too long. ༻❀༺ As the elven man sat upon the road with the cold, lifeless corpse leaking their blood across the gravel, the sound of clucking from a satchel bag beside the man would eventually reveal a chicken that seemed to have been a companion to the recently deceased. Its feathers had struggled to preen themselves over the years, yet it didn’t seem to focus on it at all as the chicken poked its head out of the bag to look around briefly, turning its head quickly around to notice the elven man sitting with its owner in his hands. The chicken would tilt its head in confusion as it waddled out sluggishly from the bag’s depths in order to investigate, yet it could sense something was definitely wrong. Approaching the cold hand of its companion, the small creature would take a couple cautious pecks at their fingers, as if attempting to rouse them awake from a bad nightmare; it would yield no reaction, nor any results for the chicken as the fresh remains lay limp against the man’s side. This disheartened the chicken’s view of the world it knew as it began to croak quietly at first in a wilted tone, grieving for its lost companion. The feathered fowl would pay no mind to the living figure as the elf watched the harmless figure waddle up to the cold, lifeless lap he held close to his own & would witness it continue to croak its heart out sadly for the loss of its queen. It wouldn’t take long before the elderly chicken would strain itself from such heartbreak that the chimkin would finally collapse in silence with the corpse; the last of her kingdom had finally fallen. The remains of the Queen had then been carried off by the remaining figure, along with the chimkin, & burned with everything she once carried; never to see the end of Aevos nor Kalldur's island. ༻❀༺ Blume Viola Herrlichkeit Last of the Herrlichkeits Queen of the Chimkins Member of the Howler Council Head Librarian of (lost, Almaris) Pavia Head Librarian of (lost) Stran Head Librarian of (lost) Balian Distant family to the Adilers Distant family to the Roas Protector of Gr'ogg ༻❀༺ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RF1zjIk9-g&loop=0 ༻❀༺ [!] A collection of parchments that had been stored away for many years with the will of Blume Viola Herrlichkeit are as follows: (do not metagame this if yew are not these people) To Kazin & Akuma: ༻❀༺ To the Adiler Family: ༻❀༺ To the Roa Family: ༻❀༺ To Slith: ༻❀༺ To Godwin: ༻❀༺ To Kretz’Ox: ༻❀༺ To Nemea & Family: ༻❀༺ To Ser Phillip: ༻❀༺ ((OOC:)) I am sosososo sorry it took so long to finally post all of this, but I wanted to make sure this was finished before Aevos passed & had been caught up in so many other things that popped up. Thank yew so much to everyone who was a part of Blume's storyline, despite how it may look from the outside; I enjoyed so many moments with yew all in filling the pages of her story to the end T////T ❤️‍🩹

Finding the missive amidst a bit of wandering, would a certain set of skittered footsteps find the news & pause a moment to read. The gobliness' ears drooped in sadness to see the official posting finally arrive, yet a bit relieved as well in seeing the society not have to rely on her to continue functioning. This was a wakeup call, a change in the winds & the spirits calling out to her as she continued onwards with the woman's journey ahead with that slayersteel grin.