Toudlou

MC Name: Toudlou Discord: toudalou Image: Description of Image: Mercury's Painting (NEW VERSION) Dimensions: 1 high, 2 wide

The Nosey Postman’s gaze fluttered over the document, zoning in on the main set of names, “woah, I know her!” He so graciously enlightens the closest person to him by waving the papers in their face, “haha I know that name”.

MC Name: Toudlou Discord: toudalou Image: Description of Image: Simple repeatable pattern of festive string lights Dimensions: 1x1

-`,-`,-`,- ❀ -`,-`,-`,- Prior Thain Holly breathes a sigh of relief as the meeting's results grace the notice board, her extra set of automaton arms offer her a celebratory ale to sip on, "Thank Knox m' nae Thain no more- oi was a terrible choice t' begin with". With that, she hobbles off to continue building GIANT MECHA KNOX THE HARVESTER, fulfilling her true calling as a mad scientist. -`,-`,-`,- ❀ -`,-`,-`,-

MC Name: Toudlou Discord: toudalou Image: Description of Image: Mercury lounging in his signature pose Dimensions: 1 high, 2 wide

MC Username: Toudlou Character Name: Holly Hornwood Character Age: ??? Profession (If applicable): Alchemist, Doctor, Thain Would you like help finding a profession if you do not have one?: Yes [ ] No [X] Do you have a burrow within the village?: Yes [X] No [ ]

»»——————-«« The Nightshade swayed gently upon the sea, rocking its crew through their slumber, all except Ruven. The blue devil was awake as usual, an empty stare fixed on the hammock above. Ordinary amnesia was a blessing, unfortunately for him, his memories were cherry picked to be the worst of his experiences, one such dwelled on his mind tonight. Nasty, untrimmed claws hovered over his hellish visage as he pondered the first cracks of his brand, planted by Tallow's own will through his foolish youth. "Prince." The shadow beneath him bubbles and stirs. "O' Prince of Desolation. . . Izh'zuun, my Fading Light. . ." it purred. "Leave me alone," he utters beneath his breath, careful not to wake his roommate above, "Oh, but I bring good tidings! Your teacher, REN, has perished," he jolts awake to the claws of his familiar sunk into his shoulder. "No, impossible." "But it is! This is what you wanted, no?" its infernal words toyed with his loosely strung mind like a ball of yarn, "Yes but- it-" his words are drowned out by the striith's twisted laughter, a cat-shaped silhouette loomed by his side, "It should've been you, you should've ended him ~ useless again, Izh'zuun?" Ruven is rendered silent. Across the creature's desolate form its eyes crack open, no mouth or nose - just eyes, all thirteen of them illuminated its master's abominable form. "You are a disappointment," it relished the words, "to the world and hells alike." »»——————-««

A lone blue devil's wandering had him happen across the crumpled missive, the information took about an hour to travel the Desolate plains of his psyche, and another day for it to bounce back to the front of his mind. That day he'd find himself watching a flock of birds picking through the fronds of wheat, "How did I get here?" he calls to them, no doubt going unanswered. He observes as a clay faced doll scares them off the property and the stray thought of the missive blips through his brain. "Vindacus. . . where have I heard that name before?"

The Great Sorcerer flattens out the comically large missive, taking a moment to scan over the writing, "I divined this day would come. . . I only hope descendant kind can fulfil the great clown's demands for joy." He'd press the paper onto a stand and nail it into the ground for the world to see.

The hastily appointed Thain of Halflings wakes swathed in a pile of hobbit architecture drawings, she tiredly preps a cup o' tea to sip at the window of her new office, peering over the new land she'd call home. Her job was not done yet - there were burrows to build. "Oi ought 't hold a burrow warmin' party, aye - I'll invite Godwin."

I really like this new amendment! I've always felt that for taking an entire slot, it didn't change too much. After the emote is spent for imbuing the fire with the second curse, does this last for only that one cast? Or would it be considered the new default for the rest of the encounter? And if so, would this continue to be the default for future encounters until switched back?

[!] The existing befuddled half-Thain stops to read over the missive multiple times. No, this wasn't right, this was not agreed to. She'd take up one of the papers and get to work writing up yet another missive. 'People of the Shire, there seems to be a miscommunication with me approving of re-electing a new Thain, this cannot be done right now, please do not be hasty. As of now this will NOT be official, at least until both Thains are present to pass the decision. Also I'm pretty darn sure Cyris is dead, please stop voting for him, we cannot elect a gravestone.' With a laboured sigh, she'd tack it upon the existing message.

The other half of Thain awakes to this message, disorientated and confused, never had she'd experienced a warclaim nor did she even know how it worked, she certainly hoped to keep it that way. First forced into Thainship, then this?

(IGN): Toudlou Name (RP): Holly Hornwood Age: middle aged?? Race: Halfling Who you're voting for: Spuds[] | Capt'n Took[X]

An Agreement of Neutrality Issued at Year 194 of the Second Age ARTICLE I: I. The Sovereignty of Ravenmire recognizes the autonomous rulership of The Shire of Dúnwen, and recognises them as an independent, allied state. II. The Shire of Dúnwen recognizes the autonomous rulership of The Sovereignty of Ravenmire, and recognises them as an independent, allied state. ARTICLE II: I. The Sovereignty of Ravenmire recognizes the right of the Shire of Dunwen to remain neutral in any ongoing conflict concerning the Sovereignty of Ravenmire. II. This neutrality does not serve to disapprove the actions of the Sovereignty of Ravenmire, nor does it explicitly condone them. It only serves to permit Dunwen to remain personally uninvolved. ARTICLE III: I. In exchange, the Shire of Dunwen will not involve itself further, be it with ally or foe, in conflict involving the Sovereignty of Ravenmire. II. In times when such conflict has ceased, the Shire of Dunwen pledges to offer an agreement of friendship, trade and support to the Sovereignty of Ravenmire. Signed, The Shire Wizard, Thain of Dunwen ❀ Thain Holly Hornwood ❀ Dame of Dunwen, The Wildflower Alchemist, Doctor HIS HIGHNESS, Bo I, Sovereign of Ravenmire, Count of Ravenmire City, Protector of the Smallfolk & of the Far North, Patriarch of the House of Rostova HIS GRACE, Henry Arthur Haverlock, Duke of Blackworth, Hand of the Crown, Count of Illation, Patriarch of the House of Haverlock