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She had been born and raised in the harsh north, yet the warm winds and vibrant streets called to her as if she had been born there instead. For the first time in many years she felt at ease, a faint smile even present on the typically dour faced woman's lips. The glistening waters of the bay soon beckoned her attention and of course she heeded it's siren call. Gazing out she found her hand drifting to her journal. Still gazing out she found herself writing. Afterwards she had just enough awareness to copy it down on a separate sheet. She left this copy out on the docks for others to enjoy. Ballad of Portoregne Colored brick and vibrant trees Smell of spices drifting on the breeze Travelers talk in foreign tongues While mermaids watch the young ones Travel deeper my dear, come with me These streets have so much more, you’ll see Pierogi or fresh mezcla, perhaps even a drink Travel down to the docks and you will surely agree It’s the crown of the sea No more perfect a home can be found Can't you see our dreams written on stone? So let's throw our worries off and stay Surely no better a future can be had We can rise to watch the glimmering waters And rest to find company in the taverns For you, all the silks and spice the market provides While I drink the vineyards' fine wine Constantly surrounded by kind faces No loneliness could ever be found We will want for nothing at all, My love Our destiny is surely here, in the city that is The crown of the sea Colored brick and vibrant trees Smell of spices drifting on the breeze Travelers talk in foreign tongues While mermaids watch the young ones Travel deeper my dear, come with me These streets have so much more, you’ll see Pierogi or fresh mezcla, perhaps even a drink Travel down to the docks and you will surely agree It's the crown of the sea -Hope you enjoyed, Grim

Grimhildr eyes that court poet title with a ferocity that almost challenged her love for sapphic poems

IGN: __WaterFox__ DISCORD: sapphireh20#0815 CATEGORY OF CHOICE: creative writing TITLE OF YOUR PIECE: tba

Grimhildr is filled with the urge to take over the anvil and arm the children

Zatanaes laughs and points,"HAH! I knew it!"

Grimhildr frowned as she read the notice. They saved someone. They killed the serpent. Yet still not everyone was saved.

Grimhildr starts questioning some of the things her mother told as well as her childhood overall

Grimhildr looks back on her previous interactions with the Roa and wonders what the hell goes on in that family

"Ze realm of man vould be better off if ze men at ze top juzt dueled out zeir differenzez", Grimhildr muttered bitterly while reading the notice

"About facking time", Grimhildr muttered as she heard tales of the event in a tavern

"Did zey get bored?", Grimhildr muttered as she came across one of the letters in her wanderings

Grimhildr walked into Haense with her typical dour look. First she went to her home to gather up her clothing in a bag then she went to the square. It was her first place of refuge after losing the Scneckenkriegers, the first people she befriended in Almaris lived here, but it slowly became a place she was disgusted with. She closed her eyes for a few moments and considered her actions while thinking about all the friends she had who would likely try to kill her. She could not find a good reason not to do it, it was either that or she loses her temper and become a criminal, so she walked to gates and left the note there before walking away. The family she sought; she ended up finding elsewhere. "I am Grimhildr Falkenrath. I am an armsman of the BSK. I am a virtuous Canonist, and seek before all else the Glory of God. The Glory of God is not in this war. The Duchy of Adria has not acted unreasonably given the course of War, and having submitted itself to penance of the Church of Canon. The Kingdom of Haense has no business interfering in the matters of the Heartland. The Free Duchy of Adria has earned its independence through victory in combat against a weaker King, and has since offered reasonable peace terms. The Kingdom of Haense should encourage a settlement in the Heartlands, not pursue bloodshed in the south, and furthermore especially not punish its own people for their friendships in Adria. I came to Haense as an orphan, seeking a family to replace the one that I had lost, and at first I found the brotherhood of Saint Karl to be fitting. My first fight in a battlefield proper was with the BSK and one that left positive thoughts in my mind for those I fought along with. My opinion would change in a cascade of events beginning with my investigation of the Redclyff kidnappers. I was told by one higher in your ranks that nothing would be done despite the obvious danger, but I thought I could make my superiors understand. I was proven wrong. Case after case I was proven wrong. Each report I handed in earned perhaps a thanks and maybe a pat on the back, but nothing was done about the problems within them. It disgusted and horrified me that my superiors would be so uncaring, so slothful. Still I had some thinking that perhaps I could be one to rise through the ranks. An unfortunate incident involving Sergeant Skaul is what forever embittered the BSK in my mind. I had captured a man who had threatened two noble women in the palace and was ordered to take the man into captivity. Due to some confusion the man was made a pin cushion by what I now know to be a squire and eventually it was agreed to bring the criminal to the clinic of Haense. There Doctor Haus tended to the man with the understanding the criminal had to be kept alive for further questioning since he was accompanied by two others in the crime. While keeping the clinic guarded from the usual curious onlookers I heard the bell ring and the Dame Alexandra call to rally for Minitz. Perhaps ten men including myself gathered, but the call was dismissed by Sergeant Skaul due to claims of Haense needing to keep their men in the city. I will confess I myself walked away and had to be provoked to action by another. When I arrived it was only myself and Dame Alexandra, a blind and sick woman, who showed up to assist Minitz. I was ashamed and I was shamed by the men of Minitz for the lack of honor they showed. Later on I found out Sergeant Skaul’s concerns of safety involved harassing Doctor Haus and calling him a traitor for tending to a criminal who was in such a condition that he would have died without care. Still I had some patience for the behavior of those in the brotherhood. That patience was culled when Haense was called to rescue one of their own and not one man answered. I am tired of sitting by while good people get hurt. I am tired of nothing happening to people who openly abuse others in the city. I can no longer serve a brotherhood who seems to only exist and do nothing else. I can no longer serve a king who demands war and would even seek his own daughter's head while refusing to make any real move against his supposed enemy. Haus, Via, Anastasia, Amaya, you all have been kind to me and I will always be thankful for that. I hope you understand why I do this and I hope we never have to cross blades for I will not draw mine."

"Atleazt zomeone is zhowing zome kind of honor", Grimhildr muttered as she read the notice. She then glanced towards her uniform and thinned her lips

There are definitely people who use rp as an excuse to express ooc bigotry in a way they would be too scared to irl. I remember years ago there was a primarily human group with a focus on human supremacy that also just happened to especially target dark elves while calling those dark elves an rl slur for black people. Then there are people who play bigoted characters and are actually quite nice ooc. I've played with both and usually the person playing bigoted character for pure rp reasons do to try to add some humor to water it down since that rp can really be rough while the bigoted person will usually tell their victim to just suck it up since it is only rp. Now for situations like the multitude of cultures that decided to include eugenic, homophobic, or racist ideology? I do side-eye them. Back in the day people used to explain away the amount of homophobia across the vast majority of ic cultures as being a part of the medieval history. This isn't history. Much less medieval history. If you wanted to make that sort of culture because you thought it was interesting then fine, but if you bring up the history argument on a fantasy server I am going to judge you.

A letter was posted at the entrance to the shrine as well as on the Sutican tree "Dear, whomever keeps dirtying the shrine You probably know me. I probably know you. There is also a strong possibility you are even someone I care about. If you have some issue with Tahariae or followers of such then just talk to me. You can scream at me, insult me, whatever, but cleaning up your little marks hurts my back. - Zatanaes Avern"

"I am a rather ancient elf who was the adoptive grandmother to whom is one of your ancestors. If anyone has such knowledge, I would greatly enjoy speaking to one who has knowledge of Marcella Barclay's life and how her legacy unfolded. To be clear this is the Marcella from roughly two hundred years ago, not the one I assume is still living. - Zatanaes Avern"

Busily an old elven woman toils away in that corner of Lurin. Softly she sung hymns of the clerics as she mended old books on the shelves and relit incense that had burned away. She would greet visitors with a smile and say, “Be careful. These books just may be older than you are”, before letting the visitor do as they will Codex Historia I Codex Historia II Codex Puritatem Codex Ritus The Utterings Hymns/Prayers of Zatanes Avern Historical Reports A Wedding Tradition Other Writings of Zatanes Avern

Why are you such a nerd

Letters would be posted in similar areas “ It is strange how the tides turn. I recall not too long ago Sutica’s current leader threatening me with imprisonment and fines for attempting to handle necromancers and other dark creatures that Sutica once hoarded. I recall when I was Sutica’s guard captain being told by the same ruler not to harm any dark residents, even if they be demons born of chaos, unless they committed a crime in Sutica. I recall that when I was assaulted by a dark mage in Sutica that the same ruler did nothing to pursue the matter, I was told to just deal with it and continue on with life. What has happened to my family is little more than slander from a pathetic ruler trying to save their own skin. I hope that all those I helped, healed, and fought with against darkness shall come to aid my eldest daughter, a woman who has given her life to the health of others, and continue the fight for justice – Zatanaes Avern, Priestess of Tahariae and former matriarch of the Averns”

Maybe noobs will stop coming to me with injuries they don’t realize are fatal

Grandma Snelf wonders how she was in Tamriel

“Why are people selling my niece. That’s just not a good idea” Zatanaes grummbled while checking a potion in the light