OhBlossom

One might find that their bed had been laid upon. Another may find that their husbands' final writings had been taken from the safety of their own home. Perhaps one citizen would find their home ransacked, love letters read, strewn across their table. Their journal was left open, page 72 of 89. Who would have thought Azuras could have been shaken in such a way? Within two years, the thieves have laid their hands upon almost every vassal in Azuras, not one safe from their grasp. Letters fell from the skies of Azuras as birds flocked overhead. “Though my hatred towards certain individuals runs deep, I would never celebrate the death of another, especially not the previous Emperor. Though I sat upon his throne, even carved a message into it, I never once celebrated his death. For he and I were not so different after all, so Imperials, vassals of the Empire, hear me. I will not stop, I never will. I will feel every door, every good, every emotion of the Empire, and so will you. A certain individual whose Journal I found contained this. I will admit, I am grateful for this. He was an evil and cruel man. And with him gone, I am eager to see what kinds of seeds his corpse will sow in this new era of peace. Perhaps I’ll finally get the chance to go and visit Alduun again and see their shops.' I will not reveal the name of this individual, but I do know that they are amongst you. Your brothers, your sisters, your mothers, your fathers. It doesn’t matter where you stand in this world; someone will always celebrate your demise, and some may even cause it. You cannot hate me, Azuras, for I speak truth. I will leave you with one question, one you must ask yourself. Do you ever truly trust your friends, family, or partners? Was it all a facade? You tell me, Azuras, is this what you’d expect from your peers? Finally, to you, young widow whose husband's goods we stole, I shall have them returned to you. Not for free, but under the condition you stay silent, I had not wished to shake you in the way I had. For that, I will ask that you forgive me, young widow." - Lady Luck. The goods :)

[!] Pinned to the wall of the warren was a note alongside a few sketches. To my wonderful halfling family! I may have gone a bit overboard during my travels, but it seems I have brought back quite a few new friends! Their name is Wonk! Wonk seems to act as one. I’ve brought them back to the warren for research. I hope you’ll treat Wonk as well as I’ve been treated here in the warren. If Wonk causes any issues for you at all, make sure to let me know, and I’ll handle them appropriately. Below you may find a few sketches of Wonk and I on our adventures! Collecting Wonk took some time as I've toured all of Azura's to collect them.

A small Musin gasped as she heard the news. A few days prior, she had carved into the Emperor's throne; had she marked him for dead? "Oh.. Oh, dear.." Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Their presence had been felt throughout the Empire, with doors left jammed and ajar. Twas a quiet night in Azuras, when all through the town, Not an imperial was stirring, not even the crown. Flags were hung by the empire with care, In hopes that their lives would indeed be spared. Nobles were nestled, snug in their beds, Visions of riches filling their heads. When from inside the palace, there arose such a clatter If one were to awaken, they'd see a small musin on the scatter. Accompanied by friends, with visions so grand, Their evil deeds across the land. Luck of the draw, the result of an outcome which would be left to rely on chance. That is what this was, that's what it will always be.

Cori sighs, embarrassed by the public shaming. "Hazel..."

A Halfling read the missive concerned for her friend, "I hadn't realized this is how Daemon would be grieving."

Silver light shone through the trees; it was quite late in the evening. The smell of wet grass, dampened by the mist, leaves letting out a slight crunch beneath her feet. Lutunia held up her hand, watching as the light shone between her fingers. She played with the light, moving her hand as though she was weaving with it. She’d always been calmed by the light of the moon. Something about the way the night sky glimmered brought her peace while she had been preparing herself for The Hunt. A trial, given to her by her mentor. She had spent most of her time reading, practicing her aim, searching for the perfect hunt. She had thought boars and foxes to be too large. She wasn’t confident in hunting; something that could hunt her first. She continued to ponder as she walked. What should her first hunt be? The cherished Woadbow, created for her by her mentor, was strapped to her back, quiver on her side. The rapier, made for her by a friend, rests between her kimono's obi and her kimono. Her ears perk up as she hears rustling; something is near. She slows, unable to locate the sound of the rustling. Lutunia turns to one of the smaller trees, climbing up to get a better view. She’d only needed to climb up a couple of feet before seeing the fur of a rabbit, glistening in the moonlight, perfect. Lutunia started with a prayer as she began to reach into her quiver. “Mother, Cerridwen, thank you for blessing me with this creature.” She pulled out a bolt, admiring the rabbit's glistening fur. It looks so.. peaceful.. She sat bolt upright in her lap as she reached back, pulling out her bow. “Father, Cernunnos, please give me the strength to end this creature's life painlessly.” She began to load the bolt quietly so as not to scare the poor thing. “I’ll make this swift.” She’d say, aiming towards the rabbit. She watched as it continued to munch on the forest greenery. She took a deep breath before releasing her bolt. "THHGHHK" The bolt sounded, hitting ground beside the rabbit. “Ah..” Lutunia groaned as she watched the rabbit escape. “I missed...” Lutunia turned to climb down the tree, disappointed. Yet, before she could grumble anymore about her aim, she was swept off her feet. “W-Wait!” She cried, closing her eyes as she was practically thrown from the tree, falling through the thicket of branches before hitting the ground with a thud. She gasps deeply, struggling; her lungs burning from the loss of air. She let out a sharp cry as her eyes watered. Lutunia forced herself up, slightly disoriented from the fall. Her eyes met the fur of a larger creature; the first thing she noticed was its paws. They were huge; much larger than the average cat. As her vision cleared, she eyed its claws, digging into the bark as it slowly made its way down the tree. Lutunia reached for her bow. It was gone. She looked around in a panic; it had landed out of her reach. She must’ve dropped it before she fell. She turned back towards the cat, noting its black spots, tufted ears, and knob-like tail; a bobcat. Lutunia would stand, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She takes a step back as the big cat reaches the ground, reaching for her sword. The bobcat lurks towards her as she pulls out the rapier from its scabbard, forged of slayersteel, aurum, and adfectio stones. The veins of adfectio stone shone a dark gray. “Doku-Doku.. give me the strength I need, don’t let your descendant die like this!” She cried out as she and the bobcat lunged towards one another. She thrusted her rapier, just as she was shown. Lutunia dared not open her eyes as she prayed and waited, waited... but her death didn’t come. Lutunia opened her eyes, adjusting them to the moonlight as it shone upon her. There lay the bobcat, dead. She won, she lives to see another day. She collapsed to the ground, leaning over the large cat as she began to pray shakily. “Crone, Nemissae, lest I leave anything for you to take care of, thank you for taking care of it.” Once she had finished her prayer, the musin would rise to her feet, gathering her things. I suppose she must inform her mentor.