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Tiuthwyn cordially sent her now-worn pickaxe to the Lord Marshal of Savoy - a letter of warm regards and offer to join the Haelunorians for the demolition of Aaz Hahdrim attached. "Next, the village!" she prepared for after the skygods allowed them to infringe upon the settlement.

what happened why have you posted this

A gentle breeze rolled over the warm northern beaches of Haelun'or. There, accompanied only by quietly lapping waves and the occasional call of seagulls, a blonde high elf waited patiently for a friend destined never to arrive.

*A note arrives at the doorstep of Philip II, Holy Seventian Emperor.* This is formal notice that, as the Duchy of Auvergne is rightfully the territory of the House of Valois de Guivret, and indeed holds in perpetuity fealty to the Grand Duke of Norjun, you have infringed upon the ancient rights of the Seventians. The Seventian Rights Union hereby demands the following concessions from Philip II, Holy Seventian Emperor: 1. The declaration of the deceased Princess Helen Antonia as Queen of Seventis, Duchess of Sarun and Auvergne, and Countess of Tyr in perpetuity OR the declaration of the deceased Rose Vallark the same OR the release of the Seventian titles from the Imperial Crown and its Household. 2. The release of the Seventian people from the untenable circumstance foisted upon them by the Holy Seventian Emperor, and the respite of the Norjuni of Sarun and Tyr and Seventi-Auvergnat of Auvergne from the 400-year false-flag operation that has rendered its people homeless; wherein the greater Seventian peoples have been claimed by the Empire but given no village nor manor for the greater part of 500 years. 3. 50,000 mina as reparations for the half-millenium of oppression.

"Carry on, Carrion!" exclaimed the nine-year-old Mardon 'the Beast', child of Franz - the nickname having been given to her by her aggrieved maid.

Mardon Tuvyic prepares their best thinking cap and era-appropriate bloodpact dagger to attend Dumapalooza with!

Niccolo ind d'Ana smiled the sun's smile.

"Indolence. Impiety. Ignorance. The willful hebetude of the Empire's leaders lead only to an ever more uncertain future. Prayers for this Emperor to wake from his slumbers 'neath gilt sheets and gaze upon the state of his people as Fidei Defensor fell upon deaf ears; one hopes only that the next shall be better." The man signed the Lorraine. "GOD is good."

Ind d'Ana smiles the sun's smile.

Discord : u have this MC Name : bickando/egirllover99 RP Name : Ind d'Ana RP Race : Heartlander Timezone : CST

Tiuthwyn Harriel found nir'vana upon reading the document.

Tiuthwyn nearly spat out her tea upon reading about the horrific cultural appropriation.

FROM A CONCERNED CITIZEN OF HAELUN'OR Dear Haensemen, Though I know not the Elf on the right, the Elfess is a good friend of mine, and I am willing to pay any price to see her return to the Silver State alive and well. I cannot speak for the State, but we are a commune of happy, harmless elves, and indeed the one you have captured is our greatest example of such. She is a single mother of three young oem'ii that depend on her meagre tavern income for survival; and indeed, she is also known as our nation's foremost florist and flower arranger. To see her return unharmed would bring me the greatest pleasure. Please respond within five Elven minutes, for I am truly distressed about her well being. We can meet to return her to her concerned children afore the gates of Haelun'or. Good tidings to the soldiers that have surely mistakenly captured this Elfess, Tiuthwyn Please send all correspondences to Sohaerite 3, Silver District, Silver State of Haelun'or

THE INNER PAINS OF TELOS MAL'MAYLUIR KNOWN ALSO AS 'TELOS OF CART-BOMBS AND HOMOEROTIC LOVE' BY HIS OWN STATEMENTS OR, A TREATISE ON THE IMPORTANCE OF EATING BEETS AS A CHILD The story of Telos Mal'mayluir is a sordid and sorry one, the painful essence of which is difficult to convey in words - but hearken, citizens of elcihi'thilln, for this is a tale that must be remembered lest it be repeated. Telos, you see, was little different from you or I, physically - for just as us, he had platinum hair and blue eyes. Let this not fool you, however - for elcihi had become lax in the years just before Kolvar took its helm, and allowed wantonly the chaff of previous generations to return. Reputable figures were absent from Telos' youth (spent 'neath the trees of the barbaric grottos), and his mind twisted by lesser doctrines - but further, horrifying facts have been discovered upon investigation. HIS CORRUPTION BEGGARED BELIEF. For the esteemed Sillumiran have recorded thusly as the events to have unfolded over the past half-decade: That, on record, Telos Mal'mayluir has admitted that five (kulin) years ago, his travels through the world of the lesser races brought him to the snowy reaches of Fenn (home, of course, to the Maliata'fenn). That, whilst indulging in Fennic hedonism within their "tavern" (a gross misrepresentation of one, purportedly host to exotic dancers five days out of six), he was propositioned by a Fennic man - and accepted. That this Fennic man showed him the "value" of the lesser races - and in their impure love, turned him away from the Path; and that upon gaining this "understanding" of the lessers, he abandoned the State. That within the next two years, he attempted not once (oem) but twice (niut) - as self-declared before all 'thilln in the main square of elcihi - to burn down elcihi'thilln, especially the Eternal Library. That, as self-declared before all 'thilln in elcihi, he knew himself to be unfit and unable to fill the role of Tilruir, and as such felt obliged to resign. And finally, that the Bloodline Archives have been consulted, and his grandmother on his father's side was a hidden Maliata'fenn, and an agent of the Fennic Tribes sent to destabilize elcihi. DEAFEN YOUR EARS TO THE SQUEALS OF THE PIGS. For their oinks and screeches in the din of sodden holding-pens are of no meaning, instead meant only to bring attention to them by the farmer. For their willingness to mate at will is a habit perpetuated by their animal nature, and further proof of their lack of higher intelligence. As Telos has shown, to will more of pigs is fallacious. SHIRK NOT THE BEET. For personal health remains important in combatting the attempts by the Fennic Tribes to homosexualize our population, that they may finally invade and burn elcihi. For the beet brings memory of the fundamental values of a strong household - the intellectual father, the artistic mother, and the filial child. As Telos has shown, the breakdown of this family unit breeds weakness. In closing, citizens, place no meter upon the false words of this 'ata; remember always Larihei's love. Beware, citizens and visitors to elcihi - elves especially - for the only direction in which Telos progresses is towards other men. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya Tiuthwyn Harriel, Disappointed Citizen This is posted directly on top of Telos' posting. @Iverach @Moribundity @Cepheid @Ryloth @Lhindir_ @TheIchorDruid

joke's on you squak, I wanted everything to be based on the price and scarcity of iron bars. Literally wanted people to trade in iron for mina and iron for blocks...so...

i cant believe someone thought right clicking 10 blocks of sand every half hour for 6 hours was a better idea than resource pits, and i cant believe someone thought resource pits was a better idea than LC

I don't think I've ever used warding or abjuration, but it's not something I'd say there's a pressing need to remove. It's generally easier to combat other magics in ways that the other person has less of a 'rolled the dice poorly and therefore lost'. Also, the other half of transfig is so very strong that it should stay a 2 slot anyways imo.

The Un-pretty end of the Pretty Princess --- A Portrait of Helen, Age 17 [by unbaed] Farewell to you! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of you: O, beautiful, and full of grace, you. [dont meta pls] 14th of Owyn’s Flame The day had been a quiet, gentle day throughout her bouts in Providence. She had seen her father host court briefly, then moved to group prayer, and through duty did she join. It amused her that the whole affair had been what she thought a dupe to bring the people together to pray whilst in the throne room. Petitions were being had, and soon did her mind drift elsewhere. Cosmetics, new stylings of coiffures, the finest dresses court fashion could offer. “Helen.” “That’s me,” she smoothly replied. Before her stood her husband, tall, with eyes scrutinizing the activities she pursued and the clothing she wore. ‘Breathable’, he had called her newest finding from a maidservant in the palace weaveries. While she had quite the contrary thought, Viktor asked her to travel along with him to places elsewhere. In the rain, they passed the gate-guards of Providence and began a long jog to Kositz. Helen rushed into the manor after him, clearly more fit than she used to be, given that she was able to follow him the distance at all - out of breath as she was nonetheless. As Viktor removed her coat, she offered a strange smile in thanks - as if the experience was completely strange to her. Something unsettling began to arise in her stomach. How strange this all is, she thought as she stopped in the dining hall of the Ruthern manor. “Are you about to tell me something I do not wish to hear?” She had almost already known the answer herself, but asked tentatively nonetheless. “This is… too unusual, Victor.” He already had a bottle in his hand– whiskey. After a quick exchange, albeit it so unlike what she had known her husband to do for all their years of marriage, she was then seated at the table with a stew placed in front of her. The respect, that was the strangeness that she could not quite put her finger on until then. Quiet and quick were their interactions ‘til she drew her attention from the stew and spoke up. “Did something happen to our daughters? I sent Petr–” She wanted to address her by the anglicized name that accompanied the Raev, “Amaliya, to Haense, to attend an event there. She hasn’t been betrothed to a Northern lord, has she?” There was silence from him at first. He cradled his meal, slurping it, until nothing was left besides an emptied bowl. Only then did he return her query. “We have lost one of our daughters, Helen.” Figuratively, certainly he means! And such did she voice until their conversation dwindled into a back and forth of the betrothal set between Prince Philip Amadeus and their daughter, Lady Anastasya– or Victoria, as Helen addressed her. Soon it left the betrothed pair, onto topics of learning and her eldest sister’s bookish personality. Curious was she to learn what study her husband had been so knowledgeable in that she hadn’t known of. Viktor gestured her to follow to show her what he had revelled in for years. Their conversation had been lighter than all the other interactions throughout the years, perhaps something with more meaning that she was accustomed to from him. Once they both came to the end of their stride, Helen following Viktor, he unhooked a mace from his belt. “You blame me for our daughter?” “You knew, Helen.” Only briefly did she hear of the betrothal upon Prince Philip Amadaeus’s visit to the manor. Anything more than that, she had heard nothing until the missive’s public announcement to the world. The grand house stood still in the night before a loud bang resounded from the basement, then silence. Pretty Princess Helen’s last thoughts were of her family - first, an attempt to reconcile herself with her fate - then, the memory of all she had yet to do for her son and daughters, her siblings - then, trembling fear. She shut her eyes - the woman a little girl for just a moment, praying for her father or brother to save her. Then there was nothing. The deed was done. Letters from Helen's Desk The next day, the parcels normally delivered in flurries from the Pretty Princess’ chambers were absent - and after missing high tea with her sister, Anne Caroline, the viscountess went to check upon her apartments - therein, half-written letters, and a schedule of a few missed meetings - the most important being that Helen had missed picking up her young daughter, Amaliya, from the ice ball in Haense. Letter to Maisie - this one is on nice paper. Dearest Maisie, How have you been? We’ve not had tea in a few Saints’ Days, now - are the children taking your time elsewhere? I have been in Providence but do not see you about. I spend my mornings walking across the street back and forth, The letter was unfinished and unsigned. Letter to Vladislav - this one is on rather plain, but scented, parchment. Dear Vladislav, Companion mine, I have languished too long in Providence - now, my thoughts turn to the realms of the Elves. Exotic, no? The letter was unfinished and unsigned. Letter to Anastasya - this one is written in elegant script, as if official documentation. Dearest Victoria, Childe, you know I was remiss upon hearing of your betrothal - I do not blame you for failing to tell your poor mother, however, given my reaction when I did learn of it. Please, though, think of your own future - with Philip, you shall be shackled by the bonds of my relatives - and I fear you shall find yourself damaged in the process. With The letter was unfinished and unsigned. Letter to Amaliya - this one has a note that it is to be sent in two years. It’s been distributed now anyways. Ironically, then, Helen must have written about the ball in question knowing she would not talk much to her daughter. Dearest Petra, I know I did not ask you how the ball went when I picked you up, that time ago - it is not for any lost love, but that Mama has been busy with your sister’s situation. You saw your father - stoic, even for him. I search for solutions even as I write, but none present themselves. I hope that your sister will have come round - The letter was unfinished and unsigned. OOC: Yes, this is a PK post. Please do not meta anything. Written by @zuziee & @Eryane (thank you ladies) thank you to everyone that supported the pretty princess of oren in her time - honestly was a very fun character for me. most fun i've had since going on a mass execution spree in w2e. probably more fun. ty to @FredrickTeufel and @oryP, along with other unnamed ISA, for entertaining my misadventures ty to @Jake the Dog for keeping me from going nuts at the egirl festivals ty to @BenevolentManaclesfor giving me the character (after maly shilled) even though i was clearly a troll at the time ty to @libbybelle for entertaining boomerkando's conspiracy theories and plots ty to @VIROS and @Fie for the rp (lesbian princess and pirate princess no less great than pretty princess) ty to @Hephaestusfor the hephposts sorry to @mori for dying as your parent again (third time's the charm?) sorry to @Eryane for not living to 80 and thank you to everyone else that i have not named too . im gonna go be an elf for a bit. live happily people .

i like cute dragon girls, this is great, no cap please just accept their rewrites already

edelos sign

Pretty Princess Helen applauds this clearly unbiased Economic Forum, though tells her husband to steer clear of undergarments from Haynes as a result of the paper. @Kujo

Pretty Princess Helen, after enjoying reading the poem, makes sure her friends (and husband) see it! @Kujo @libbybelle @zuziee

"How profound and wonderful. A genius must have written this," said Pretty Princess Helen upon reading the pamphlet.