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YOU! YES YOU! DID YOU HELP CONTRIBUTE TO THE SINFUL LAND T*X? WELL GUESS WHAT? THOSE WHO BOUGHT THE POWDER ARE SUMMONED TO AMBERDELL NEXT PUMPKIN WEEKEND! FOR WHAT? AN IMP WING! *A Drawing of the Beautiful Torn Imp Wing, and another drawing of Hazel snorting The Powder* WHOEVER BOUGHT THE MOST POWDER, GETS A IMP WING! SO COME ON DOWN- AND GET YOUR (MAYBE) PRIZE! SEE YEH THERE! BIGGUNS ALLOWED! OOC: Meet on February 7th at 2PM EST! See you there!

It was a quiet chilly spring night at the full moon, the animals at nigh were sleeping, and the wolves howling. The pink haired 'aheral would be walking into the bush... She would be carrying her staff along with her in her right hand... the staff made out of bone, with golden scales stuck on, swirling around until it was crowned with an antler. She would step over a small stream, and spots a walking oyster mushroom the size of a halfling in the distance. The pink haired 'aheral would squint her eyes at it and crouch down... Her seeing the body of the shroomkin in her hometown was enough to know that these creatures weren't to be trusted. Once the Shroomkin had passed- she would continue onward... stepping over various tree roots and plants until she heard a loud SNAP beneath her feet. She would look downward, and spot a medium branch that had fallen from a oak tree that stood above her. A smile would spread across the Mali's face, she found what to carve. She would then pick up the branch, and would begin dragging it with her to the stream she was at prior. She would then plop down upon the ground- and would grab a jagged stone... she would then begin chipping away at the bark. Once the branch was clear of any bark- she would then carve various things into the broken branch. The 1st part of the Branch had all sorts of blooming flowers, and the illustrations of seeds. There would also be the carving of a bear, defending its cubs. The 2nd part of the Branch was carved with various illustrations of bows and arrows, various apex predator designs carved into the branch. These would include the lion, orca, polar bear, eagle, along with a few others. The bottom of the branch would then appear to branch out into a design of spider webs.. and nothing else. The 'aheral would then spread a clear sap over the branch, wait an hour or so, and place it in the stream... clasping her hands together in prayer.. though not uttering a word. She would then stand up- and depart from the area, leaving the branch behind in the stream, letting it sink into the water... When She got home, she would pen a note... sending it to her guide, and telling her all about the task... Now onto the Grand.

This makes me really happy :3 Thank you

IGN: FIZZYQUACK PERSONA: MAD MAD MAAAAD HALFLING!

"...So are these jolly fellows good to eat then?" Sunflower, the jolly cannibal gnome asked Isabelle.

*Notes were... hammered onto peoples doors?* ACTUALLEH IMA SHERIFF! ANARCHEH FOREVEH. EXACTLEH. IMA ANARCHIST SHERIFF. NO ENFORCEMENT OF LAWS PEOPLEH! BUH BYE

"...SHE FOKIN STOLE MEH THERAPEH OFFICE?!! AND SHE THINKIN TIS IS WORTHEH OF KNOX?! ITA NOT! " Hazel grumbled... "IMA MAKE A BETTEH SHRINE TEHN TIS FALSE THAAIN DOES !!!!

The pink lady looks upon the poem while walking down the road and sheds tears. The 'aheral would then grab a sheet of paper and begin writing a letter... Sitting upon the grass below. "Aspects and spirits guide you Maddock."

-Ima resignin Id rather do drugs bye

*A brief missive was posted on various boards around Perduran* Dear Citizens of Perduran, I recently was assigned to become the governor of Perduran due to Duke Aedric's execution. Due to this happening, I wish for everyone to gather next saints day, to figure out our future as a people. I know the execution and change was sudden, but we must figure out what to do next. The coming years will be hard, but I will do my best as the governor to serve the people. Thank you, OOC: Meet at January 18th 9pm EST

Sent you a message! :3

YOU! CITIZENS OF PERDURAN! GUESS WHAT? ITS TIME FOR A TAVERN NIGHT!!! LAND⚡SCAR IS PERFORMING DURIN THIS NIGHT! COME TO THE TAVERN IN A FEW DAYS FOR AN PERFORMANCE!!! -Your local crazy mali'aheral tavern keep Celia OOC: Sunday Jan 11 4pm EST

"...I mean, was it a dead or alive elf? Did they try to eat someone innocent, or someone evil?" Celia asked... a curious brow raised while hearing the rumors about this fellows death.

Who is Galathol's favorite student?

*A missive was pinned to various boards across Azuras...* Dear those in Azuras, Are you a person, who is looking to show off their artistic talent? Are you looking for a spot to perform in front of a nice crowd? Well look no further, because the Perduran tavern is looking for performers! We are looking for storytellers, dancers, artists, musicians, bardmancers, and any sort of performance based talent you might have. All that we request of you is to have a nice performance lined up, and you inform the Tavern Manager of your act beforehand. In return we will give you: -Free drinks, alchoholic or otherwise -Free food -Free drugs -A table to sell any of your merchandise If Interested, send a bird to Celia Vallei'ame, thank you for your time.

Celia would place this missive on the table, her face going white.... she would then look up to her cousin Celia'dant, and her daughter Mira. "...what the ****???!!!"

*A poem was left on bullitin boards in Perduran!* Dear those from Perduran and far and wide, Its time for people to have a smile so wide! Come down to the tavern and have a beer, You will sure love the good cheer! In a couple elven days it will sure be, a great time for you and me! OOC: Tavern opening is on January 4th at 2pm EST! Be there!!

*The missive seems to be quite hastily written...* Dear Citizens of Perduran, Belthian Federation, Horde, and Urguan, Brian O'Murphy- otherwise known as The Don, is a dangerous criminal. He has attempted murder on Angus Macfife, tried to burn down the tavern in Perduran, assaulted me, threatened me and my families lives, and has stalked me personally. Do not interact with him, and alert your guards. He is a male human who is likely in his late twenties or early thirties. His skin is pale, and he has short blonde hair with different colored eyes. One is green, the other is a greyish color. There were witnesses... there is living proof of what he did. Those who need to, contact me as soon as possible.

"The Imperium does ne have long to live... How super duper sad..." The 'aheral would say, giggling. She would then begin plucking the dead Imperials teeth out... One by one, then proceeding to slice off the hands of the various dead to get those decorative finger bones and rat food. When she was done, she would put them all in a sack. "Hadrian... High Keeper, King of Norland... Hah... Your days are numbered... Bye bye friends..." She would say with a loud cackle, loud enough for those by the gates of Urguan to hear. She would then begin happily skipping off!