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Julia celebrates with glitter and confetti!!!

Julia prayed for the safe return of her new friend.

Somewhere, a certain blue goblin, lost to time and memories, skimmed her yellow eyes over the missive. "Intereztingz.." Mirt murmured.

"I swear Ive seen him before..." Mused the ginger as she scratched her head.

Anneliese Vourkehardt had known Georgiana for decades- her having been Anneliese's first medical apprentice. 'Pon reading the missive did she mourn for the loss of her old friend- her first friend, in Numendil. She reaped a regret that she didnt get to know the Grand Wick better. She had just bid her good lucks, only a few saintsdays before... The reality of death lingered closer to the Vourke, as she rubbed her lightly aching joints. She brushed some tresses from her eyes and went to paint for the next day until eve.

Julia wept in the Temple of Gottenthal.

======================================================================== Issued on 13th of Owyn's Flame, 2010 ======================================================================== Three years ago I was presented with a trial by GOD. The fingers of my right hand were torn from my body, viciously, by the evil SIN of the undead. I was distraught, ashamed, and utterly saddened by my loss of digits. This was the start of my very first trial. I know myself. I am not patient by any means, for it is a flaw of my being, as well as a childish ailment. Immediately, I searched for solutions and cures to my problem, but after discussion with Atticus Keen, and GOD, I was informed that this was, in truth, a TRIAL, one I must brave through with the Virtue of Patience. I was offered metal fingers by ELVES, and replacements by NORNS… temptations, all placed in my way to truly test my will and my Faith.. I graciously turned them down. For years I had lived without the use of my mitt, yet I stayed true, and a vassal of goodness. I spent hours making wooden Lorraines to offer as alms. Many times I even forgot about my hand. I paid it little mind, for after these years, I realized I had put my full faith unto GOD, that I would be rewarded for my trial, eventually, someday. However, not everyday was easy. Some days I grew frustrated, annoyed, and sad, that simple tasks were made harder, and longer, for I only had one hand to complete them. The trial was burdensome. But my Faith stayed true. Then, as the sun set ‘pon the beautiful wedding of Arya Aliston and Ser Meili Altwegg, was I blessed by GOD. “BY GOD!!! IT IS AN AENGUL!” Cried Ser Arkel Wulf Vanfer Tor from his seat in the pew! The Bishop Alaric paused amidst his officiating, peering up at the rafters of Temple Gottenthal. “What the?!” The aforementioned couple who stood, hand in hand at the altar looked to the skies. I stared up in wonder. Amazement- and for once.. Silence. “HARK!” Boomed the Angel! The Church, the ceremony, fell deadly quiet. “MATRIMONY… The ritual of Horen and Julia…” Spake the Angel, softly so, but his words echoed the halls of the sacred temple. He carried a glowing spear. I had never seen something so beautiful. “In the name of the LORD do I provide benediction upon this union, and too do I grace the proper Canonists of GOD!” And then, the Angel swept the air, his bright spear above us! My hand. The wretched thing I had once been ashamed of, but patient as I had been. I was blessed. My hand was bright. I looked down to it, to see that my fingers over the white hills of my knuckles were starting to regrow! I stared in utter mystification, shock, overcome by the MIRACLE of GOD! Marked by the Grace of the Heavens, ivory dancing around each digit, flesh and bone reforming what had been lost. Awe, and wonder. My voice drew whispers, my jaw fell agape. It was wonderful. It was the most beautiful thing in the world. “My fingers!- My fingers are back!” I remember exclaiming aloud, wanting the world to know of my blessing! The Angel then rose to the rafters, in a blinding light! And then… It was gone. My patience had been rewarded by GOD, seen by Him. It was breathtaking. I had touched the Heavens and the arcane, and never will I forget such an incredible, extraordinary encounter. I pen this to share my story, my experience of a MIRACLE, for which I shall ever be grateful. GOD bless. Signed, Of House Keen, Ward of Atticus Keen, the Princept of Ivoria

Julia the Finch picked up the missive. She frowned, and promptly tossed it into the hearth! Zhu Yinyue picked up the missive as she walked, for it blew in the breeze. She peered at it, but could not read, and tucked it into her pocket, before returning to her walk. She would get someone to read it to her later.

“A masquerade!” Chirped The Finch happily! She prayed this one wouldn’t be interrupted by an impromptu wedding this time…

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The aforementioned young ward of Atticus Keen, Julia the Finch, sat within the monastery, struggling to write within the margins of her tome. 'Twas hard, with only a thumb left on her right hand, and small, pallid hills where fingers should be.. chewed off, all four digits, right down to the knuckle. Julia huffed in frustration- embarrassed she struggled to do such a simple task as writing... She switched her quill to her left.- the words upon the margins now shaky, fading from GIANT to small... Eventually, she threw her quill down and quit.

Julia the Finch had stood in the Ivoria square. The child watched her flock quietly, now. She kept her thoughts to herself.

"Really?" Morana's eyes widened ever so slightly, before her depressive visage sunk once more into apathy. "An unnamed attacker.." Murmured she. She thought she knew who had done the killing of Bromdor- but wrong she was. Her lip curled slightly in thought. Who? In the recent months did Morana grow less and less worried. She would not succumb to her fears of the undead and necromancers and evils that which hunted her. But she at least knew who they were. She knew who was after her. "An unnamed attacker..." Morana glanced off once more, her mutter echoing in the Brathmordakin Halls. She offered a glance to her mothers tomb, before taking a breath and departing from the temple. "I'om off, Ie got shit tae hunt." The young Silverbraid bid the dweds farewell. And off she went into the quiet night. Too quiet.

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Anneliese Vourkehardt returns home from Haense after the attack, with a conflicted mind and a coughing lung, however, she paid it little mind... though.. as every moment ticked by, her chest felt tighter, and her coughs and gags, more sickly and violent. Alas, true to character, Anneliese, stupidly, just patted her chest and continues her day, reuniting with her friends as they arrive back from their perilous journey in the Mountain Peak.

Anneliese Vourkehardt stared down at the poster in a squint. "..Wh.." She itched the side of her dented cranium. "..Who even is this guy?" The corners of her mouth dipped into a deep frown as her mind wandered of the many things that it could be, or where her dear friend may have gone...

Morana Silverbraid read the DNN. "..Dinnae even know ye needed ae diagnosis. Ye jus' got tae look at 'im.." She muttered as she read about Ulfar's obeseness.

Anneliese Vourkehardt sat in her corridors, scrubbing out the blood in her pink dress. The blood, hers naught, but of a patient she had saved the life of, after he had been attacked by a werewolf earlier that hour! The Noblewoman whom had never set eyes upon such a horrid beast before, was quite shaken. As she scrubbed, she peered down upon her own arms, imagining them missing. Wistfully, she thought to herself... "I am sure lucky that the werewolf did nicht catch me for meal.." Spoke the pacifist, who had not fought in a long while. "I would surely be dead.. hrmh.. at least I saved a life!- Eugh, what an awful creature.. I hope I never see one again. Never ever.." Spake the Vourke, wiping at some blood on her face, rubbing her dented cranium, before continuing to clean her gown. At long last, her dress was pink once more.

Felicie would go about New Valdev telling of her valiant fight, having slain her very first undead, in her very first battle. >:)

Felicie had only met the woman once, but that one introduction had Felicie excited to speak again. She wanted to know more about Reza. Unfortunate. Another regret for Felicie to bear. Earlier ------ Whilst Felicie was traversing through a lonely afternoon, she spotted from atop her steed, a heap of soaked flesh in the distance, on the road to New Valdev. As she rode forth, she stumbled upon the daunting sight that was Reza Weiss. Her head torn from her shoulders. In shock, Felicie stared. She slid down from her stallion, and carefully, carefully lifted the body, heaving it onto her horse. She watched the sick crimson trickle from where her head should've been. She then kicked her stallion forth to the Weiss Keep. Upon arrival, She carried the body in mourn, and laid her down in the medical bay there. She then turned, and left. Closing the door with a soft click. Her new armor, now stained with Weiss blood. She then waited for the Weiss. Next time Felicie would see them, she would tell them the news.

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As Morana stood in the square with Ipera, taking the pamphlet from her grasps and reading it over, the dwedki emitted a few giggles. "Its all tha bad gossip of yer people!" She exclaimed. "Like- all yer secrets!" Morana thought to herself then. 'Ie wonder how they even found out all this stuff..'

Felicie sat in her room of the Weiss’ keep. Silent. She looked to the door. Silence. She did not know what to feel. She faced herself with a hard decision. She wanted to leave. It would be better to just.. be alone, she thought. forever. Felicie thought of everything they were to do together.. Make lemonbread together, like she had with her parents when she was young, Learn how to shoot a bow, Go hunting.. She would never forgive herself for how their last conversation went. This felt like punishment. Felicie wished, begged, wanted to go back and change what she did. That was the last time she ever talked to him. A regret she would carry for a lifetime, forever looming. Forever weighing on her shoulders. She wished she had learned more about him. Wished they had one, last conversation. Such a reality made Felicie want to run away, and leave all of this pain behind. But, Felicie was not one to make a rash decision. She would inquire, but for now, she shall stay. Now was not the time to say farewells. She doubted the pain would ever leave, no matter where she went. Felicie had much to consider. Much to think about.

Felicie eyed the missive with a grieving brow. It was not the news she expected. The child was overcome with guilt. She should’ve responded to his letter. She shouldn’t have been angry at him. She should’ve said she loved him back. Because she did. The role left vacant by her own parents, Marus had filled. And now she was suffering the same loss again. Yet, she shed no tears. Tears would not bring him back. Tears would not rewrite their last meeting. She would keep a level head. Felicie wondered what hunting with him would’ve been like. She wished she had taken up his offer.