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Roxanne Willowbottom strides over to the ballot box, which seems to be stuffed full of votes. Shrugging, she crams her vote into the box before walking away. Mayor: Bolo Sheriff: Thimble

Duchess Penelope Vekon entertains some guests at Castle Vekon in Northal when a servant enters the hall and hands her husband, Duke Vectis Vekon, a letter. As he read it, his brow furrows and he hands Penelope the letter stating that her cousin was dead. As she reads, her expression falls. She excuses herself from the hall. She stops, leaning heavily on the cold stone wall, a hand on her own stomach. "My poor cousin... I hadn't even met her..." She sniffs. "Death in childbirth... do I hold the same fate?" She looks at her own stomach, which held the future heir of House Vekon. She sheds a few tears out of grief for her lost cousin and for her own selfish worries.

Roxanne Willowbottom sends Milo a letter: "Mr. Milo- I'd very much like to be a milk-maid. Cows are cute, and cookies without milk is a crime. -R.W."

As she rests in bed alone, Riddeth Thunderblade-Irongrinder breathes in a shaky breath. These past few years had been hard on her. Since she gave birth to her only son, she had been sick in bed. She had been visited by healers, but their efforts only relieved her sickness temporarily. She stayed in bed, sheets up to her chin. She had a glass of water by her side always. Her husband, Zahrer, was out with the others fighting in the war. She did not see him often, but he did drop by every now and again to see her. She even once saw her father, who had also returned from his travels to fight Oren and their allies. As for her son, she only saw him once or twice. She didn't want him to see his mother like this. She pulled herself up to a sitting position, pain coursing through her body. She hadn't moved much, only to relieve herself or to go get something light to eat, so every movement ached. Sweat poured off her face, her fever growing worse. She knew she didn't have much time. She took out a piece of paper, an inkpot, and a quill. To my wonderful friends and family: I love each and every one of you. It's been too long since I have seen you all, and I fear that I will not see your faces again. I've enjoyed many years of good times and endured through hard times, but I always had you by my side. To my father, know that I love you to the moon and back. I have supported and cared for you, given my all, and I hope you'll do the same for Zahrer and your grandson. To my brothers, I don't see you much, but I still love you. To my husband, I love you with my whole heart. You made me a better person, and you taught me how to love and not fear what is to come. Teach our boy how to be a good dwarf, one who is kind and strong and unafraid. To my son, know that your mother loves you. When you were born, it was the happiest moment of my life. Do me proud, be the best dwarf you can be. To my friends, have an ale in my name. I owe you the best years of my life. Yours forever, Riddeth With that, she laid her things to the side, laid her head back on her pillow, and sighed. She was content, something she hadn't felt in a long time. "Ah'll miss ye all." She closed her eyes and breathed her last, smile upon her lips. ((Riddeth has been inactive for so long, I've decided to PK her. She kinda didn't really do much anyways. I've had lots of fun rping with you dwarves, keep being the crazy bunch you are.))

Reissa Dawnlocke simply walks up to the Baliff's mailbox in Schattenburg, putting a letter inside. Baliff Frost - If an innkeeper is found, I'd like to be considered for a position to be a cook or waitress. I keep having young men visit my home when I have something cooking and they're eating me out of house and home. - Reissa Dawnlocke

Duchess Penelope Vekon stands next to her husband and claps for the happy couple. To herself, she thinks: 'Who the heck is Katherine?'

Little Amelia Rahl takes a copy from Armas, stuffing it down her dress and smuggling it home. Once safe in her room, she takes it out and practices her reading. She doesn't understand most of it, but the parts she does understand are hilarious. Giggling quietly, she clutches her own teddy bear, Trevor, close to her chest. She reads some more, enjoying the pictures (though she thought she could draw better ones). Amy finally gets to the bottom and thoroughly enjoys the maze. Finishing it, she stuffs the papers under her bed and puts Trevor on her bed. She looks at him thoughtfully. "Maybe the next time the King comes over, instead of telling me the Teutons are bad and talking about Oren's history, I can get him and his teddy to play with us... you know, once he gets it back. Or gets a new one. It was mean of 'em to take his bear. I dunno what I'd do if someone took you." She gives the bear a kiss on his fuzzy head before going out to play in the snow again and to visit Kreuzberg for training. ((My goodness, Sorted. You continue to impress/horrify me everyday, buddy. Keep it up!))

The Lady Penelope Vekon snatches the letter from her husband's hand after he had read it, and her brow furrows as she reads. Scowling, and much to her husband's protests, she takes out her own thick piece of parchment and quill. She scrawls a letter in her elegant script, though the lines are thick and indented from the pressure she put on the pen as she wrote. Dear Roland, Your words have no meaning to me now. Instead of writing to myself about your grievances, you wrote to my husband instead like the child you are. Though my Lord is in authority over me, that gives you no right to include him in our differences. I have continually been pestered and degraded by you. You do not treat me with the respect I deserve as both a royal and a lady of Herendul - you speak to me as you would a peasant, you say hurtful things and then try to apologize in a way that that end up insulting me, you insult me and tell me I'm wrong and act like a insolent princess and you bypass personal boundaries. You torment me so, and I will not stand for such behavior. It was I who said you would not become a knight in Herendul, and that is where I stand. If I find out a knight has taken you under his wing, I will do everything in my power to make sure you are unbound from your master. If you wish to be a knight, do it in Oren. I hope that you do find happiness elsewhere, and gain honor somehow and prove me wrong. But you shall not do it in my beloved country. Lady Penelope Vekon Sitting back, she breathes a deep sigh. It is not often she gets upset or angry, but there was just something about the boy that just irritated her to no end and made her feel horrible. Shaking off her thoughts, she folded the letter and sealed it with her own personal wax seal - a doe set in a blue-grey wax.

Amelia is pleased she won't be slaughtered... I suppose.

At Kreuzberg, with the other child, Amelia Rahl giggles and comes up with a song: Silly orcs, they are so green Get to know them, ain' so mean I like orcs, I like black crosses Let's be friends... uh...um... bosses! Satisfied, the young ward repeats the song and dances through the halls, much to the annoyance of the residents there. She would be sure to say hi to one of her best friends, Malog, later. Obviously, she is a confused child.

Lady Penelope Vekon wipes away a few stray tears. "Crimson, not again..." She dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief and mumbles, "Who's going to give me chocolate... who's going to annoy me to no end... who's going to be the best escort now?"

My character Riddeth is the only known, currently living, married lady-dwarf. She got married at age 120, her husband (Zahrer) was 120-140? when they were wed. Also, dwarven weddings are quite fun, we lagged out the server three times in a row with our wedding reception.

I looked over all the descriptions of the dryad types, and I didn't really find one that was particularly... mischievous. Could I perhaps play a lemon tree dryad? I know they weren't listed, but I'd be able to keep my character's name, personality, tree location, and bring a new take to the dryads, considering I don't think my character will be very motherly. She's tricky and likes to pull pranks, but she likes to challenge passerby, laugh with those who will laugh with her, and even hand out her lemons (or rather, throw them mercilessly at people). I don't think she'd be mean or cruel, just an energetic, fun-loving person. Edit: I have a friend who wishes for me to set up my tree near the orcs in Gronkkston. Could be an interesting arrangement. I haven't yet built my tree or started playing my character.

I had actually thought about playing an ugly character, and then I came across this, which only persuades me more to do so. Very good guide, Urara!

Penelope Winter goes over the last minute preparations for the wedding. Smiling for the first time in a long time, ever since her brother died, she touched the silky folds of her wedding gown. She is unaware of any bachelor party that may/may not have had a dark elf woman present...

I've found my tree... er, well, Jade Kadoa is letting me construct my apple tree at Drake Stables. I can send pictures for inspection when I'm done. Also, even though my apple dryad is.. well, unmotherly... she does reflect the fruit of her tree rather well. She's also a younger dryad, so she's kind of more... kid-like. A rebellious, tricky kid.

My dryad's name means sour, so I thought she'd have a sour disposition and that the only things that she really finds joy in is her tree and pulling pranks. Can't make her too grumpy, you see, or else she'd be the Grumpy Tree dryad, and we both know that won't fly ;)

No tree, I was looking for a place where a lot of people pass by so my dryad could pull pranks and tricks on passersby.

Little Amelia Rahl had seen Fumble at the new, temporary Cloud Temple. She smiled at the thought of her new friend as she camped with her parents, and made a mental note to ask him how to smoke. That is, right after she learned how to write and send birds.

Name of Dryad, Greek word and English meaning: Styfós / "Sour" Type of Dryad: (Granny Smith) Apple Picture of Skin: MC Username: juno_ax Forum Username: Juno_Ax

The Herendulians send their thanks. And complementary hot-coco from our local chocolatetier, Kaptein Crimson.

The usual crunch of snow under foot was the only thing to be heard on the Crownlands as Lord Vectis Vekon II escorted Princess Penelope Winter toward the construction site of the new castle. Shivering, the young Princess drew close to her companion, and he in return smiled. It had been a while since they had been able to take a walk like this, even such a short one. After it was announced that Penelope was betrothed to Radomir Carrion, Vectis' advances to court her had been stopped, even just simple strolls such as this. But after the Carrion took a vow of celibacy, Penelope was once more a eligible lady, and Vectis took no time at all to ask for her hand. She had accepted happily. As they approached the cold, stone steps leading up to the entrance of the castle, they could see King Edward Winter himself, along with Penelope's brother and Vectis' trusted friend Prince David Winter. The couple looked at each other briefly, understanding passing between them. They approached her relatives, their footsteps heard on the stones. Both King and Prince turned, and the engaged stopped in front of them, Penelope on Vectis' arm. Vectis cleared his throat before speaking. "Your Highness, I am sure you are aware of my interest in your cousin's hand, and I have asked her to marry me. She has accepted, and we hope that we might receive your blessing." Penelope smiled at all that her fiance said, and she added, "I took your suggestion to seek out Lord Vekon again. I am pleased with the arrangement and I hope you are as well. David," she said, turning to her brother, "Both Vectis and I wished that you and the King were informed first. I hope you are happy with our engagement as well." ~~~ After a brief conversation with the King and Prince, personal letters were sent with the announcement of the couple's engagement to Crown Prince Harold and other members of House Winter, Houses Vekon, di Silvari, Othaman, the ignoble houses, and the Armed Forces of Herendul. The Houses Winter and Vekon are proud to announce the engagement of: Vectis Vekon II & Penelope Winter A later date is to be announced for the wedding. Creator bless this union.