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╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ A white woven basket has a green and white sheer ribbon tied around. It is filled with baked treats, and lush bundles of Ceanothus flowers lined the sides with a letter in the middle. The letter is made from mulberry paper that has a floral press of pink Zinnias and orange Iris within the sheet. The paper has raspberry-hued handwriting on it and has the scent of freshly baked pain au chocolat coming from the package that the letter came with. The letter goes as follows.. “To dearest family and other fellow guests, It has been a long while since there had been a family reunion, and it has been brought to our attention that the changes and distance in the family have left some alienation. Therefore, the Veiel familial household in the Sylvan Duchy of Brabant invite you to our (very much overdue) housewarming celebration for the new, official move into a new home. The invitation is extended not just to the family, but to our friends in Brabant and outside in other nations. This is a chance to finally reunite and meet new neighbors who would surely become our fellow friends. We would like to host this housewarming as a potluck, so make sure you bring your favorite or best selection of homemade goods to share all around. We will also have a baking competition station set up for the chance of earning the Best Baker of the Year. Everyone can take part in this, so be sure to practice! There will also be a wine-tasting selection for everyone to taste, judge, and cast in their votes for the best tasting wine there is. At the end of the party, the tally-votes will be collected and the best wine-maker will be announced, and given the title Best Vintner of the Year. If you wish to partake in the baking or wine competition, be sure to RSVP to Adelaide, Eimelin, or Aoife to be added on the list via bird, fish, sailors, or horse-carriers. From deepest of our hearts and courtesy, Adelaide Veiel-Lynott, Arthur Veiel-Lynott, Edmond Veiel-Lynott, Aoife Pond, and Eimelin Pond. ⁎⌌‧·‧̩̥˟*̥✧*̥˟‧̩̥·‧⌍⁎⁎⌌‧·‧̩̥˟*̥✧*̥˟‧̩̥·‧⌍⁎⁎⌌‧·‧̩̥˟*̥✧*̥˟‧̩̥·‧⌍⁎ [!] The invitations are sent out to: Grandfather Myrios Veiel Calla von Theonus and, her Thief-Man, Theoderic von Theonus and their Children The Candy Man and Chicken Queen, otherwise known as Artel and Eloise von Theonus and their Children And reserved to not only family but to… Duke Sterling Whitewood, and his family And our fellow friends of the Brabant Duchy The Halfling, Musin and Other Inhabitants of Dunwén Fellow Stroheim relatives in Reinmar; Robert Stroheim and Peter Stroheim, and their family. [RSVP to Discord: Aimy_lol or Toodles6] .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Eloisee watched from the seven skies as a familiar face entered to join the others. She'd watch afar from all of the commotion, as Karl and Annette stood in the middle of it all with the others greeting him. She'd look down to her own daughters and sons-in-laws, watching them sob their hearts and souls out in the sorrows of grief. A small somber tone sets onto her face to see those in sorrow and broken-hearted. "Alas, another sad day has come..," her head would look to the stars as she hummed a tune.

RAAAAAAHHHHH NORLAND IRON FROM ICEE RAAHHHH

Eimelín looked at the missive in pity and solemn upon her face. "Truly a shame this misfortune has fallen onto a good soul. May whatever is left of the legacy he left behind continue to be remembered across the lands." She closed her eyes and hummed a tune of sorrow for the dead, and for those passing into the entrance of the Seven Skies.

Amethyne dipped her head in respect to the king. "Only met him once through a brief passing by at a wedding..Seemed like a cool guy. May he rest well."

Amethyne spat on the ground, stomped on it, and rubbed it deep into the dirt with her 'yee-haw' boots. "They best prepare for what is to come for being dumb-fishes. I hope a feisty sea-beast come to drown all that they have, like 'Atlantis'"

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One of the best Norlandic couples out there. Definitely be their kiddos. Super sick, cool, awesome, invincible parents. Go. Be. Their. Kids!

Eloisee from the skies above frowned at the sight of her brother's death, and frowned even more seeing him up here with her.

Eloisee's Will (Letter 8/8) [Stacks of manilla paper, wrinkled and stained with blood and tears. It seemed as if it was held and kept in Eloisee’s hands for quite some time before tucking it into her pockets.] I feel my time has finally come to an end.. I sit here by the creek of the river and stare out into the distance for the shadows of Minitz. It’s so close, yet so far at the same time. If only my condition had gotten better, things would have had a turn of events. I would get onto a boat right now and cross my way over, I could finally come home and embrace my family that I have not seen in a while. Then again, I’ve gotten too far to the point of regaining my health that even if I did have any strength left, it would be a waste as I would not make it over past the halfway mark where the river gets violent. It’s cold here, how drastic the weather could be from just across the river. The Franks set me free but I’m not even capable of leaving. What cruel people they truly are despite offering hospitality to me over all these months..I want to rest now, just..rest somewhere. A nice spot so I can see the last sunrise. If I were to die, I want to give the inheritance of the tribe and my nobility title of Baroness of Fernweh to Adelaide, the only child whomst stayed beside me all those years. I want all the next heirs to be composed of strong women, not men. Give a little change of scenery..The least they could do for an old woman dying in an unknown place is to keep her will and respect for it. During that, I want her father to be by her side and assist her in any way. If I was granted any land, I want my husband, Myrios, to take it and do whatever it is he wants from his own wishes. As for the next chefarzt, I would like Robert to take over since he is by far wiser than I ever was, and far more odd and strange. For the tavern, well good luck Rakasha, I’m sure you’ll do well. If I die before I make it back to Minitz, I want a small boat filled with candles, just for sentimentals, close by to the memorial, and myself to be buried like any other Minitzer in the graveyard. I trust whoever takes care of my will will honor it with respect and carry it out well. I have no reason to be picky, so long as I can rest in peace. I truly hope that my disappearance didn’t cause any hindrance in any way, I can’t imagine the things you all went through against the Franks. Please, be safe and live your life well. The world is like a small seed, nothing will grow and change unless you care and nurture it. Change the world. For the best (of the moments I have left), Letter to the Children (Letter 3/8) [On the letter were pressed flowers, decorated around the borders of the paper. Hearts could be seen drawn around as well.] Oh, my bunches of farm animals I have, I hope you aren’t too saddened by the news bearing my sudden disappearance and my unexpected death. Far too short is the time we have together and the moments we could have had together as a family. Many things I wish to say, but not enough words to express how I feel. I wish I could say my last goodbyes to all of you. Before I go, I wanted to let you know of my love for each and every one of you. Though I may have not always been the best at being a mother, I hoped that my time with you had been mostly filled with good memories. Ich liebe du, don’t forget mich. To Tibalt, the first surprise I had when marrying your father. I never knew that I would be handed the task of being a mother and unprepared at that. At times I feel lost as to what I should do or what I should say to comfort and support you in your times of mischievous and painful days. I admit, I have not been a good mother to you, but to this day I miss you terribly and I hope that wherever you are, you are living a better and happy life. To Adelaide, my only biological child, I know that your future is filled with many unimaginable capabilities. Though you are strong-minded in never letting go of something you truly believe in easily to others who oppose you, deep within you are kind-hearted and never turned a blind eye to anyone, even to your enemy. This is something many fail to see, but I’m proud you learn to never judge someone by just their cover. To Eloise, when I first met you, I’ve always wondered how a girl with such fire in her heart was able to manage through all those years until. You are silly and goofy, but strong in many different ways. You never fail to amaze me with the many personalities you exhibit. You are just like the wind, blowing in many directions, and carrying the sound of the sea. The sound of thunderous rumbling waves and the soft, calm peace of tranquil water in the eve of the night. To Calla, the most calm and collected child, you are always in control of your emotions and actions. Though our time together has been the shortest, you have taught me the most of being a mother. I hope you continue to be who you truly are and never let anyone else tell you otherwise. Like the soft clouds in the sky can bring in gentle rain, I hope you never stop caring for those around you and continue to show great kindness and compassion. To the cookie children, those of you who have received by special baked cookies over the years, I hope you found comfort in those cookies, and learned that there may be times when things seems rough, but know that in spite of these challenges, you are more than capable of being someone even far greater than you can imagine. Just know that it’s even alright to ask for help when it seems too much. I know time is just a fragment of a moment in history and that how you present yourself to the world, whether you want to go off remembered or to just live a simple life where nothing else mattered in the world, but I truly wish I would at least be remembered as someone who once was a part of something bigger. So, change the world and live a life you always wanted for yourself. For the best, Letter to Myrios (Letter 4/8) [On the back of the letter was a deep red lipstick stain from Eloisee’s last kiss to her husband. Hearts and stars were drawn on the paper.] Hello Myrios, It seems I am leaving first before you. What such irony, to see my fate is similar to my mother. Dying from an incurable illness, and alone as my last moments draw near. But at least, I have you who was far much better than any other guys I've met. (Especially my father.) Though our meetings never match up occasionally as you are always on your trips around the world, it was still nice to know that you will come back home and visit when you get the chance to. (You need to stop leaving too much, you nearly missed out on the big events!) At one point, I thought you were off to find some other lady because of your occasional disappearance, but I think you were just really just bad at hiding the fact you always get lost coming home. We should've gone on more picnic dates, or spent time together talking over tea from hours from sunset to sunrise. No matter that, now that it's in the past. It was very flattering whenever you did present me with such simple, thoughtful gifts that you handcrafted yourself. It made me feel your love though you don’t show it often. I just want to let you know that, I appreciate you being there for me when it counts, and your honesty, loyalty, and thoughtfulness throughout the years. You were, and always will be, my one true love. I'm truly glad I got to marry you. (Compared to the other crazy men of Minitz) I missed you terribly, and being separated from you in such an odd place has made me realize how lonely I was before. I truly hope that you continue to keep going on your search, finding what it was you had been looking for your whole life. I’ll never forget the fond memories we shared together, in sickness and in health, in richer and in poorer, and in better and worse. I have nothing much left to say to you. Be well and live a long life for me. Oh, and I love you, but I'm still salty. ♡ For the best,

[The letter was written on manilla paper, and tucked inside a bottle floating along the river. There were stains of blood on the paper, and the writing seems to be written by someone frail.] Many months have passed and they have given up on me, abandoned me, left me to rot. Though they have provided decent hospitality, they took it all away once they couldn’t get the answers they wanted. I should have known that I was just an experiment for them all along. Now, I sit here by a tree, looking at the sky and letting the breeze brush through my grey hair. How great it feels to finally be set free, yet trapped at the same time. If anyone was still looking for me I’m by the river between Norland and Minitz. It doesn’t seem that far, so I could walk back on my own, but they have worn me out and left me here to die. I’m not as strong as I was before anymore. If anyone receives this, please send help and take me back home to Minitz. For now, I’ll close my eyes and rest. For the best,

[The letter was written on manilla paper, except this time it had rips in the corners. The letter was sent out of order, making this 6th letter sent back to Minitz, however, it’s not addressed to Minitz.] To faraway friends, If you receive this, then I bring sad news. My time is up and I have gone off to the land of my ancestors amongst the stars. It’s hard to bear this news myself when I am the one who has died. Though my time spent with you all has been short and concise, I do hope that in memory you wouldn’t forget me as a fellow friend. I only wish to write to the friends I have made in the journey of my lifetime and give my thanks to them for being there. To Io, my favorite Norland person in all the Norlandic community, I find it sad I rarely get to visit and see you much anymore, but it is nice getting the chance to do so a few times before my time has run out. I thank you for being one of the intriguing people I found whom I never had tried to figure out what goes on in that mind of yours. The game of the Norlandic battleship will always be my favorite memories. I hope you and your family live a happy life. To the halfling community, who gave Linette and I the chance to hang out with you guys in the past, and for allowing us a chance to help out on the many events you guys have had planned. It will always be fond memories I hold close to remind me of days when all was at peace. I’ll never forget the fun we had making wine, clothes, and the fun festivals you guys host. To Doder, an alcoholic companion and great cookie baker, you have my thanks for always being so well-natured and welcoming in offering up drinks despite the occasion. It as always nice to share stories with each other and play a good game of “Drinkin’ till ya pass out”. It was nice to know that I can always look forward to seeing a friend when I come to the village. To Holly, you were my inspiration into wanting to become a medic. It was nice getting to see you every so often when you stop by Minitz, getting to catch up on each other. It was nice getting to become one of your friends. To Oijin, though I do not know where you may be, I just want to say that it was nice that we shared a single bond of raising our fingers up like a ‘V’ upon passing or seeing each other. To Yosai, thanks for threatening my son, Tibalt, a lot for the strange reasons of rivalry you both have. But thanks for the short time of friendship we had despite your sudden disappearance. To Gregorious, thank you for being the one to bring me to Minitz and waiting with me at cloud temple as Linette struggled to make her way through the portal. Not only that but as a supporting friend after all the years in through the congratulations of the many milestones I have achieved in life. Despite unfortunate circumstances, I am thankful for your guidance and help. To Farian, your talent in music never fails to amaze me, I wish I would be able to hear more of your brilliant compositions. So, don’t give up and keep on writing those wonderful music and spread the joy of listening to it with others in many different cities. As my memory starts to fail me, I want to say my thanks to those I may have not mentioned nor written to. It was nice knowing that I had made friends on my journey through life. You should know that you all will forever be in my heart and memory as my time slowly starts to fade away.. For the best,