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Marzipan skimmed over the invitation with little to no response for a good while. A gauntlet flicking the edges of the paper while three large birds sat by them. Finally, with a happy voice. "Good job Aurelian." - "Marzi will make sure to come attend your special day" And with that, the missive was hung next to their door, slowly counting down the days until such day arrives.

Honestly you are correct, people using these mods unfairly is quite a bummer and I would crash out as well if someone copied my book and claimed it was mine (which has happened before, irritating as ****) I would love it if people start ASKING before copying down a book which to be fair will not happen cause the community who do not read posts never listen and say "womp womp" But altogether, thank you for pointing out this. I hope most of the community will listen

This missive is placed across multiple areas of Ildon and Idunia: Composed on: 284 SA, 9th of The Deep Cold Hail, good folk and travelers alike— House Zimrabar, happily invites you to a tavern night in Ildon. This missive serves as a formal invitation to an evening of time-honored and an exciting contest. On the appointed night, drinks and food will be passed out while worthy challengers may fight each other in the temporary fight pit. BETS: Bets will be placed on each contestant, The lowest we will take is 10 mina and the highest is 40 mina. [so do not bet 1000 mina on your friend..] FIGHT PIT: Although temporary, we wish you to have fun, and most importantly, if it is worth the effort, House Zimrabar may even start a fight club! you never know! TAVERN NIGHT: Certain drinks + food in the Zimrabar tavern will be available for purchase and arm wrestling + certain gambling games will be available as well! We hope to see you there, Flame guide. Signed: Aedryn Zimrabar, Burin Zimrabar

We are still open for more people!

Hello people, of LotC! There is a group called the Zimrabars of about 3 members as of today, and we are looking to expand our community! We are a well-focused group with our ultimate goal is to reach Nobility in Ildon, although the living quarters are... Small, we have acquired a home in the Barrowlands and a shack in Ildon. Once my character gets older, we will acquire one more! If you want additional information such as lore and events, please reach out. If you feel like joining please msg my discord: Tired3456 Lore: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-T92wYQk85aJo3I_tOAGS1kcFzseG0a53BqghzeNI_o/edit?usp=sharing Disc: https://discord.gg/BX9zSnsFB Zimrabar Banner

The Sorvian glanced at the Missive, thinking for a ungodly amount of time "oh what fun, eh.. Marzi does not see why Marzi shouldn't attend" they commented dryly, throwing the missive at the top of the stack of other papers and exiting, hood draped over their face... Let's hope they don't walk into a wall.

Dôlion Zimrabar sat down, rereading the letter several times over before setting it to the side. His usual calm and harsh demeanor had been torn off and left with a sorrowful expression "By God's name she finally went down.. I was not expecting this" he laughed weakly, feeling his eyes start to water as he stared at the letter.. "You forgot to teach me Bardmancy y'know?" He gave a weak smile. Lifting the flute back to his lips and playing once more

Ooc: R.i.p Maeril How dare you die on me 😭😭 Rp: Deep in the endless hallways of Dôlions mind something inside him broke.. something he couldn't place his finger on.. like it was just out of reach. ‘Something has hurt the very essence of Ildon.. this is never good news’ he thought to himself. If only he knew that Maeril, a very good friend of his had passed.. leaving her mark in the world as a everlasting scar that will last for a melena.

Go around causing as much trouble like placing "kick me" signs on chickens, animals and making just the most random posts ever. My favorite is making my persona forget like.. everything and irritate the hell out of other people

Tathvir posting, cool shit 🔥🔥

Accurate 👍 -Dolion Zimrabar

As Marzipan lifted their belongings into a small backpack. Marzi thought back to their time in Anatis, how much fun it had been over the years... And how fast it fell. For the first time they moved there Marzi felt true sadness, not the fear type... The sadness of losing something that felt more than just a home. Hopping on the back of their steed, Marzi looked at Anatis’s gates for the final time, lifting their right hand and saluting it as best as they knew how to before kicking the side of the horse. “Thank you Anatis for the experience” they chirped, riding off to who knows where. But they will never forget this place. Not in a million years. but now they must focus on other things. Oocly: Thank you so much for the great time I had in Anatis, the community was great and I love how much effort everyone put into it. It saddens me it fell so quickly and it never got to rise again but Marzi and I enjoyed it while it lasted! Now Ima focus on Marzi’s redemption arc in finding Onion :D

persona: Marzipan Would be trotting around before seeing the note taped to the door, shoulders tipping downward as they realized what it said "Marzi hope to see you soon..." they mumbled... hoping that day Marzi would have been doing another cooking lesson with Onion... Marzi would have probably burn the water this time... The child would stare for a bit before walking off, most likely going to paint the worm- snake they had made previously that day with clay #ooc ONION WHYYYY, when Marzipan turns 16, they are going to go full detective mode and find you >:(

Talathel was brought up after studying the group of people like he does with everyone for the past 31 years. He was handed the missive, with a tilted head he read it, finally having a importance rather than just standing around. "Healing is most likely something I would enjoy doing and would be most helpful for... but unfortunately, at this time i have not learned to do so" he had explained to the high keeper, questions had filled his mind, but they were tucked away for later not wanting to start any unnecessary distractions