KillerMaid

"Oh, we must have tea at your new home, Pierre!" Everything was simple. It was another promise to meet a friend, to see something new, to get away from troubles, and speak over tea. It never came. Malna never got to see the inside of his new home or have tea with the man. She was left standing outside the door with a pie in hand, waiting for a dead man who would never reply.

I am so sorry that I am dead. Those were the first words in the letter. He was sorry. There was no need to be sorry- the guilt ate away at the woman as she stared down at the letter. Despite all her mistakes, all her flaws, the man looked up to her. Now there was no body left for her to grieve: Only a letter, an empty home, and a family. All she could remember was seeing his face as a young man, how he looked up to her with such hope. There was nothing to look at but a small charcoal sketch made from memory. "I'm the one who should be sorry."

What are your opinions on the current nations?

Malna hadn't seen of her passing until later... she had been trying to help her hometown, visiting less and less and telling herself that she would visit soon. She was going to, she had told herself she'd come down and bring all sorts of dishes for them to try. She was gone, her daughter was gone. And all she could remember was the small confused little girl she met on Aevos and she cried. She lost her daughter and the reality of loosing her son-in-law hit her like a splash of cold water icing her veins. "I'm so sorry Savannah-" There was a new portrait in her collection, Savannah smiling off into the distance with her children.

"Don't cause too much trouble alright?" Those were the last words Malna spoke to the man, a bright smile on her face as she planned to make something the next time they met. There was no next time, and there wouldn't be any more gifts, dances, or laughs together. The only thing left was a simple novice portrait, along with the almost 50 others she kept with her or on the walls of her home. There was a small bit of text at the bottom "The best old troublemaker I knew."

Malna, who didn't get an invite had no idea of the wedding happening. But surely she will find out after the fact (Congrats to Val and Nerium lol)

[OOC I know... but Gruul will be forever remembered, Fav orc #1]

Malna had seen the missive as she was in the capital, staring down at it like the words on the paper would jump out and talk to her at any moment. Her memories flicker like a candle every so often. "It'll be fine! We've gone through wars like this?" "What's the point of it when you aren't involved?" "I can't just hurt my friends, no matter the side." Malna knew nothing would be right, but what use would someone dead have? Everything would be fine, but she would mourn all the blood spilled at the end of the day.

"What?. . ." A pit in her stomach devoured any sense of security she had in him being safe, in him getting better. The last she ever saw of her nephew was him grieving, of him sobbing as he didn't know if it would ever get better. It had to get better. It never got better, and now there was another portrait on her wall, faint pencil marks in blue covering the edges of it. "I didn't want my nephew to die, he was getting better-"

Malna had paused her cooking, quite a bit of food being prepared for this very feast. "I need to remember I am technically a knight now... Knight of cooking more or less" The joke was said to no one, or perhaps her husband, if he was in the kitchen nearby.

I knew you'd pull some question like this. I honestly do not have a favorite, BUT, on the topic of how many kids Malna has.... I could not tell you. She has adopted or considers way too many people as her kids. The most honorable mention being the ice construct Boreas ( @Sparkpowder ty for putting up with all that I do)

I'm assuming you meant "Beat" instead of bet. Mostly just luck when rolling. They both won a round.

This, this is making me think. I'm not going to lie, when I first made Malna I did the cliche of "give an OC a super angsty backstory" (Anger issues and trauma pretty much) and rolled with it. I had never really done MC roleplay before, or any roleplay for that matter, so Malna evolved with me over these 3 ish years. I've matured, she's also matured and become such a complex sorta storyline idk if I'll ever be able to recreate something like it again. I fear when it comes to the end of Malna's existence on LOTC it'll be one big shebang, or I'll try and make it one lol.

There are so many moments I've had with Malna that I love, but I think one of my favorites would be when Malna finally got anger management by being put in a barrel (She stabbed through the barrel.) That and when she had been consistently given food by the Reinmaren for circus trick. Funny times. (There are so many moments I could list) Over 10 people at LEAST, I have a document logging what bones and teeth she's taken. Oddly therapeutic, I'm absolute shit when it comes to social situations or emotions sometimes so being able to sorta practice with the weird stuff Malna goes through helps. I also just think its hilarious how her life ended up, its like watching a soap opera. I'm also so happy to have been able to meet so many people on here, and see how my character has affected theirs. Cookies: 1. Koulourakia (Greek Easter cookie <3) 2. Traditional chocolate chip 3. Those holiday-themed sugar cookies from the Pillsbury Dough Boy... specifically the ghost ones. Honorable mention: Lofthouse cookies. I know they're diabetes in a single cookie but I will continue to eat them on special occasions, I cannot be stopped.

In certain instances I actually do like CRP, just when it drags on for a long time it becomes really tedious. As for baking irl, I do like to bake!! I'm not at the level Malna is, but I'll make the occasional cookie or lemon squares.

This is completely self indulgent, and was mostly brought upon seeing Ewdrawings AMA (I will be asking some questions soon on that btw). My time on LOTC has been both infuriating and amazing, with event lines, battles, petty squabbles, and my newfound love for baking rp. I could definitely say more but then we'd be here with about 10 pages worth of text. Ask me anything you want. I am procrastinating on college work, so I will be here for a while... how have I been here for almost 3 years now...

Malna mention? I'd argue the best doctor award goes to Hael @salamanderfantasy

"I do have to go-" Smiling was the last thing she did, smiling at Alaric as she saw him leave. She knew he was older, hair graying, and movement just a bit slower, but she thought she had more time. She should have known by now. "There you are Alaric..." The portrait tacked to the bedroom's wall was a younger Alaric, the background blurred, but you could see the worn streets of Haense. The man was grinning without a care, no worries on his face, and his older green robes were on. "Do you think I'll be able to say hello to you one day? Even if I can't go to the seven skies?" The question was asked to nothing but air. Alaric was a kind man, so much kinder than others. There was a tragic beauty in this moment.

Malna sat in her kitchen for what felt like an eternity, someone else with her but... not truly there. She stared down at the tea in her hands as the words echoed "Let's pick a day and explore Aevos ti? We'll do everything you want!" She can't remember what he said... She can't remember his words, and now all she has left is the memory of his face. She didn't even have a corpse to say goodbye to. Another piece of what life she had lost, and a new one begins. A portrait ends up on her bedroom wall, of Malna and a young boy smiling.

Panic grips Malna like a familiar hug; it makes her blood run cold as she reads through the missive. She saw Anne, she saw her die, and now she's back. It's the same as it always was, but with her previous words, she feels even worse. "When am I ever going to feel safe." She looked to the other letter in her hand and took a deep breath. "Please don't let any of this have been a lie."

Malna stared at the missive. She knew she shouldn't cry, but even then tears fell, mixed with hoarse laughter that didn't sit right. There's a sketch of Velkyn somewhere, face blurry as it had been erased and redone. It never looked right. "Life is never easy, is it? It just has to be complicated. I wish I were clueless again." The paper ends up torn, the head no longer there, but the body of the sketch is kept.

Malna... had an interesting history with Cardan, whether it be when they hated each other, or the slow, almost-friendship they had. There was no tears, but there was a silent moment where the portrait of Ross in her room was changed. A new one was put up, this time with Cardan and Ross, both smiling forward.