Zanael Moonstrider

King Patches of Babblebrook looks in disbelief. "No more Hand puns?! But Puns are great!" He gave a sad sigh. "I feel so disarmed..."

+1 Pretty cool lore for a holy sword metal with a timed buff. hopefully it’s actually accessible if it’s usable outside of paladins and Templars.

-◈-◈-◈- In the quaint castle town of Babblebrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and tranquil meadows, there exists a culture steeped in mystique and reverence for the ancient legends of their forebears. Here, among the cobblestone streets and ivy-clad walls, dwell the Musin people, a diminutive race of mousefolk whose tales and traditions are seemingly as old as time itself. Central to Musin culture is the legend of the Trioath, a sacred relic said to hold unimaginable potential. According to ancient lore, the Trioath was crafted by the divine beings known as the Three Guardians, who entrusted its safekeeping to the guardianship of the Musin people. The Trioath is said to be comprised of three golden triangles, each representing a different aspect of existence: Power, Wisdom, and Courage. Together, these three virtues form the cornerstone of Musin society, guiding their actions and shaping their destinies. In Babblebrook, the legend of the Trioath is woven into the very fabric of daily life. From childhood, Musin are taught the importance of embodying each of the Trioath’s virtues in their own lives, striving to find balance and harmony in all things. The first virtue, Power, represents strength and determination. Musin who exemplify this virtue are revered for their strength in the face of adversity, their unwavering resolve to protect their loved ones, and their willingness to stand up for what is right, no matter the cost. The second virtue, Wisdom, symbolizes knowledge and insight. Musin who embody this aspect of the Trioath are respected for their intellect, their ability to think critically and solve problems creatively, and their deep understanding of the world around them. The third virtue, Courage, signifies bravery and fortitude. Musin who possess this virtue are celebrated for their fearlessness in the face of danger, their willingness to embark on bold adventures and quests, and their unwavering commitment to justice and righteousness. Throughout the year, the Musin people of Babblebrook come together to celebrate the legacy of the Trioath through a series of grand festivals and ceremonies. During these gatherings, tales of legendary heroes and epic quests are retold, inspiring the next generation of Musin to heed the call of destiny and embark on their own journeys of self-discovery. Below Babblebrook lies the Trioath Shrine, a sacred sanctuary where it's believed that the gateway to the sacred realm where the golden triangles resides. It is here that Musin pilgrims from far and wide come to pay homage to the Three Guardians and seek their blessings for the trials ahead. But the legend of the Trioath is more than just a story passed down through the ages—it is a living testament to the indomitable spirit of the Musin people, who continue to uphold the virtues of Power, Wisdom, and Courage in their daily lives, ensuring that the legacy of their ancestors will endure for generations to come. -◈-◈-◈-

-◈-◈-◈- In the quaint Castle town of Babblebrook, nestled next to the Halfling capital of Dúnfarthing, a festival unlike any other is held: The Facade Festival. This enchanting celebration is a testament to the bravery and ingenuity of the Musin heroes of yore, who once safeguarded their kind from perilous threats and ensured the prosperity of the Musin for generations to come. [!] Masked festival-goers dancing and being merry! As the crisp autumn air carries the scent of fallen leaves and the gentle rustle of woodland creatures, the Musin people gather in the town square, adorned in elaborate masks of their own creation. Each mask is a reflection of its maker's spirit, depicting animals, objects, or even abstract concepts like the sun or the moon. These masks serve not only as a symbol of individuality but also as a connection to the natural world and the mystical realm of the legends they are oh so fond of. The festival kicks off with a vibrant procession, led by the Royal family bearing relics of ancient Musin heroes. Drums throb rhythmically, and colorful banners flutter in the breeze as the procession winds its way through the village streets. Along the route, performers entertain the crowd with lively music and dance, invoking the spirits of nature and the Musin. At the heart of the festival grounds, food stalls offer an array of delectable treats, from savory pies made with foraged mushrooms to sweet honey cakes infused with the essence of wildflowers. Musin families gather around communal tables, sharing stories and laughter as they feast on the bounty of the land. As twilight falls, The Royal Family guide the festival-goers up to the roof of the castle to watch as the sky erupts in a dazzling display of fireworks, illuminating the night with bursts of color and light. The air is filled with laughter and awe as spectators gaze up in wonder at the spectacle unfolding above them. Throughout the festival, games and contests are set up for all to partake in, from friendly competitions of skill and agility to whimsical challenges inspired by Fae folklore and other legends. Children chase after fluttering fairy lights, while adults test their abilities in traditional Musin games of strength and cunning. But amidst the revelry and merriment, the true heart of the festival lies in the stories and legends passed down through generations. Tales of heroism and bravery inspire the young Musin to embark on their own adventures, forging bonds with nature and the Fae as they seek to protect their homeland and ensure a prosperous future for all. One of such legends tell of three spirits that embody the ideals of the musin and tell of how the world came to be. One is the spirit of Courage who is said to harbour inside great Musin Heroes who are Adventurous and Brave. One is the Spirit of Wisdom, who is said to harbour inside a Musin who is Kind and Intelligent. The last is the Spirit of Power Who is said to have once been trapped inside one who is Ruthless and Commanding. Some Musin believe that the dreaded Ratiki Stanqolk embodied the Spirit of Power in times past… And so, as the last embers of the bonfire fade into the night, the Musin gather once more to offer prayers for a bountiful harvest in the year to come, united in their reverence for the past and their hopes for the future. In this magical moment of harmony between Musin, nature, and Fae creatures, the spirit of the festival lives on, a beacon of light and hope in the darkness plaguing Aevos. -◈-◈-◈-

-◈-◈-◈- In the charming castle town of Babblebrook, nestled snugly within the rolling hills and verdant meadows of Dúnfarthing, the Musin people hold dear their rich tapestry of traditions and holidays. Among these cherished celebrations, none is more eagerly anticipated than the Sweetberry Festival, a joyous homage to the delectable fruit that has woven itself into the very fabric of Musin culture. [!] A Group of Musin celebrating a harvest of Sweetberries during the festival Originating in the earliest annals of Musin history, the Sweetberry Festival traces its roots back to a time of liberation and newfound freedom. Legend has it that the Musin, weary of their oppression under the tyrannical rule of the ratiki overlords, embarked on a daring escape from a mysterious island, its name now lost to the winds of time. It was when they arrived on Almaris, amidst the lush foliage and towering trees, that they encountered the enigmatic Giant, a benevolent figure who bestowed upon them the gift of the sweet, succulent berry that would come to be known as the Sweetberry. Captivated by the tantalizing taste and boundless gene square is transformed into a bustling marketplace, alive with the vibrant colors and enticing aromas of freshly picked Sweetberries. From dawn until dusk, Musin of all ages come together to revel in the delights of this cherished fruit, engaging in a plethora of activities and competitions that pay homage to its sweetness and versatility. In one corner of the square, skilled jam makers labor over bubbling cauldrons, concocting an array of tantalizing preserves and spreads to be sampled and savored by eager festival-goers. Nearby, bakers ply their trade, crafting an assortment of mouth watering pastries and desserts infused with the irresistible flavor of Sweetberries. Artists and poets alike find inspiration in the luscious hues and delicate fragrance of the Sweetberry, their creations adorning the walls of makeshift galleries and echoing through the air in melodic verse. Children frolic amidst fields of wildflowers, their laughter mingling with the joyful strains of music that drift through the warm summer breeze. As the sun dips below the horizon and the stars twinkle overhead, the Sweetberry Festival reaches its climax with a grand feast fit for royalty. Tables groan under the weight of sumptuous dishes, each one lovingly prepared and infused with the essence of Sweetberries. And as the Musin people gather together to dine and raise their voices in song, they offer silent thanks to the Giant whose gift has brought them together once more, united in celebration and bound by the sweet bonds of friendship and community. For in the heart of Babblebrook, amidst the laughter and the music, the spirit of the Sweetberry Festival lives on, a testament to the enduring power of love, hope, simple joys of life. -◈-◈-◈-

King Patches of Babblebrook stood before the painted rock that Spuds had made, a solemn look on his face. The Musin king’s hands slowly reached up to remove his crown, resting it upon his chest. ”Farewell friend… May the Sentinels of the Starry Skies watch over you…” Finally he looked up into the clear skies above and spoke in but a whisper as a tear trailed down his cheek. “Oh look… rain…” (Thanks for all the fun times Roller. Wishing you all the best!)

Smiling the Musin King, Patches nodded his head to his close friend. ”Aye! Sounds like a grand time out. The cookies sound so good too… I don’t think I could get just one!”

Patches of Babblebrook, the king of the Musin read this decree that was handed over to him during his afternoon cup of tea, a smile forming on his face. ”A protected species eh? Maybe I should pay Númendil a visit someday…” The little mouse king folded the decree over and finished his cup of honeyed tea with a content sigh.

I've had a moment not too long ago where I was tricked into being kidnapped whilst I was in LC. I was really high up in the air building and didn't hear the shout emotes until I was sent a msg asking if I could hear the emotes. I went down to check what was happening and was tricked into being lead away from my building which lost me a day of LC. All so they could summon some creature. I would have been fine with this had I not been in LC and had I not been told they had been to 5 places before coming to me. Making me feel like they saw I was online and knew I'd be in my town. Other than that though... Banditry can be good if implemented properly and roleplayed to a good standard. Because I've witnessed some poor banditry RP and just lose all interest in giving it any attention. It makes travelling along the roads not worth it anymore.

Yeah but once you’ve made your first ever human or elf etc you can just make them again without the need of an application using the in game commands. With CA’s you have to make a new app every single character you make, regardless if you’ve made 1 or 5 of them before.

I mean speaking from experience, not all furries can be like that tbh, but some of them can be so I understand what you mean. It does seem to mainly be the Kha that have this issue though. But sometimes Furries just prefer to play beastmen because it's not just the cliche. Human, elf, Dwarf, Orc, races seen in like... nearly every single fantasy RPG setting.

I think either the way CA's for races like Musin, Kha and Hou-zi need a remake or something because a lot of it makes no sense or puts people off. I'll admit the Musin CA's are nice because I can see that there's another Musin player being played

That just sounds like an issue with the people deciding to meme rp. Not the race itself. Pretty sure Meme RP isn't allowed in any race, yet why limit certain races to a CA to limit meme RP when anyone can just do it.

+1 Being the owner of the Musin town and having people come to me needing help with Musin CA's almost daily makes me wonder why we even need it. half of it is just N/A and it just makes bringing new people in confusing to some.

King Patches of Babblebrook rubbed his eyes and sighed as he read the message. "I did state I didn't want any violence in the shire and to cease the petty squabbling... Both sides didn't stop and it escalated... I'm glad injuries were tended too but as my mother used to say... don't throw stones in glass houses." The King of the Musin took a sip of his honeyed tea and crossed his leg upon his throne. "If the hostility on both sides stopped when I requested it to, then I'm sure no injuries would have been sustained. I'm not angry at those present... just disappointed that the peaceful land of the Shire is so beset by danger and violence."

Within the castle town of Babblebrook, Patches: King of the Musin, sat upon his moss cushioned throne reading the missive, his hand upon his fuzzy chin. "Lightners and Darkners aye? This world has always been tainted by darkness... it's no surprise that once again another land has a plethora of monsters and evil dwelling amongst us... Just like Almaris I suppose." Giving a sigh he placed the missive upon the arm rest of his throne, turning his tired gaze out of the colourful stained glass window. "At least what I have built brings me hope for my kind in these uncertain times..."

Patches the King of the Musin looked at the invitation whilst sat upon his moss cushioned throne. He read through it for a moment and hummed to himself. "Quite a long way to travel up a mountain... would be quite the adventure! I'll be sure to see I can attend..." The mouse monarch looked out of the colourful stain glass window of his throne room, his thoughts turning to other matters.

-=♦=- The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort. Another day had dawned within the Shire, and for Patches, the King of the Musin and founder of Babblebrook, this was a good thing. Today of all days seemed go move very slowly for the young king. the soft rays of dawn flowed over the mossy roofed houses, as some would say, like golden syrup, and sparkled upon the waters of the sea like a myriad of gems. With a cup of honeyed tea in one small hand, and a book in the other, Patches stepped outside to witness his latest achievement. He had built the beginnings of something wonderful for his fellow Musin. He had turned Babblebrook from a sleepy little village into a Castle Town! King Patches cleared his throat as he approached the fountain, whereupon a statue dedicated to Musin the Brave stood inspiring all of his heroism. It was there, when he spoke. "Friends, Family, Countrymice, prick up your ears! Today is a special day, as Babblebrook is officially a Castle Town. This means more houses and new opportunities for Musin kind! Please check out the new land we have acquired and let me know of anything you wish to see built." Pleased with his little speech, The King of the Musin strolled towards the new area of Babblebrook, sipping his Morning tea.