Onion

This is the best post I've ever read on here. Peak.

Burin rushes around his tavern to get his establishment in ship shape for the event. "I hope I dinnae need to replace the furniture again..." He continues on with his work, sweat rolling off his brow......

Ayo? This is gold I wish I got this when I first joined lmaooo

Username: MyOniOnO Character name: Burin Zimrabar Affiliation: High Kingdom of Idunia, Ildon Desired Rank : Reserves Which games will you be attending?: All o7

*GASP* .....

"A great loss to the County of Ildon" Burin sat in his bed above his Meadery. A small cramped room with a dimly lit candle. He headed downstairs behind his bar and pulled out a good but not great bottle of whiskey and poured one for himself. "Rest in peace O'Rourke yer loss shall be felt in the hearts of Ildon." Burin knocked one back. "T' the Green and the Gold" he said with lil confidence and a tinge of melancholy.

Yooo? Lmao I also stan Violet "I AM THE TEA YOU ARE HAVING"

This is facts. ^^^ Eloise supremacy Say it louder for the peepo in da back 👏

WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE IN BRIDGERTON? IF ITS NOT ELOISE, WE CANT BE FRIENDS. /s also istg iykyk

Burin giggled excitedly at his brother's union with Andrea. "Oh how cute they are. I cant wait for the wedding!"

Onion awoke. Her body aching from resting on a cold stony ground. Her movements echoed in her cavernous dungeon. A small candle sat upon a small table and lit up the space around her beyond the light only darkness... she looked at the table and saw a missive placed there. "Oh- Maybe Ser Rots alot checked my mail for me. " Her chains extended far enough for her to reach the missive. She then scanned it. "Oh dear... My poor Marzi...I hope Ser Duncan is taking good care of her. You tried Celia'dant that's all that matters. " Her stomach growled. "I wonder if it's its lunch time ...."

Burin hurriedly scratches on the nearest paper he can find "Dear Friends and Family and all of Idunia! There is t' be a splendid fair in the beautiful city, Adria! I was told t' organize a potluck for those of ye who see this, if ye are coming t' the fair please write down a dish ye will bring to the fair for we shall feast and enjoy the many different flavors of the realm! " Burin signs the missive then sighs in relief..... "Maybeh she won't beh mad at meh for being late..." Fair is Sunday March 22nd @ 3pm est !! A separate missive will be available soon.

o7 Burin saluted towards the missive like a (wholesome) fleepin fleep. XD

This feels kinda passive aggressive ngl LOL but.... OKIE