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The form was clearly filled out by someone else, but a tiny mouse paw print signed off on each entry. Nutmeg did not know how to read. Name: NutmegAge: SixHome Nation: DunfarthingDo you agree to the CODE OF THE COMPANY?: Yes MCName: PlushMouse Discord: simppulverizer Timezone: GMT

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[!] This text may be read by anyone. These tales of redemption and kindness are dedicated to my daughter, Mahina Ilmoriel. Once upon a moonlit night, deep within the heart of an ancient forest where stars painted the night sky above, there existed a realm known as Lumenhaven. Many woodland animals called this place their home, from possums, to raccoons, to mice, to deer, and anything else you could possibly imagine! In a tiny, cozy burrow resided a hamster named Hazel. She had garnered a reputation far and wide for her kind heart and endless compassion. One evening, as Hazel scurried through the moss-covered trees and listened to the whispering woodland creatures, she encountered a lost deer named Oliver. Oliver had strayed far from his family and felt scared and alone." "Are you lost?" Hazel queried gently. As Oliver recounted his tale of being separated from his family in a thunderstorm, he struggled to bite back the onslaught of tears that threatened to consume him. "Oliver dear, together we will find your family. Within you -- within us all, really -- resides a light that will guide you home. Breathe deep, listen to the hum of nature and the rustling leaves. Feel the embrace of the forest, so full of life and warmth. Your instincts will lead you home, but I will help," explained the hamster. Oliver took a moment to meditate, and soon the tears stopped coming at all. He was ready for the adventure that awaited him. Hoof in paw, Hazel and Oliver set off on a magical journey through the forest. Together, they encountered wise old owls, playful squirrels, and graceful deer. Each creature they met had their own story to share and their own struggles to overcome. They told tales of sins and redemption, faith and atonement. Every creature, no matter how big or small, carried within them a light. A single act of compassion could create a ripple effect across the entire forest, and in times of adversity, it was even more important to make an effort. Oliver eventually reunited with his family, and the forest responded with jubilant birdsong. Hazel knew that she had made a difference in Oliver's life and in the lives of all the animals they had encountered. Her mission complete, she returned to her burrow, where the iridescent moonlight glow filtered through the windows. Sleep tight, and may you guide lost souls to peace. by Leihana Kame'eleihiwa Mandragora

The huntress Solheim peered at the missive with great interest, hoping to assemble a ragtag team to help her take down the beast!

The dowager princess Irena agrees this is one hell of a power couple. She toasts them.

Malvu smiles. Someone has followed in her footsteps.

Dwarf Name: Solheim Aavik Minecraft Name: PlushMouse Which of the 7 Brathmordakin are Ye inspired by?: Belka Will Ye serve with Sword or Spell?: Both

"They named a place after me!!!!" screeched the forest dwarf Solheim with sheer and utter delight! "AYE, I'M GOING TAE CALL AEVOS SOLHEIM NOW."

“Holy shite, Tara’s getting married?!” Exclaimed Solheim, laughing ever so giddily as she meandered over to her husband to show him.

Bird Kerouac, resident beatnik, prepares her slam poetry.

Sister Mandragora pondered these things deeply, for she had been at the forefront of a movement to span continents.

Nutmeg smiled, for she finally had a place to go with all her plushies!

Her Royal Highness, The Dowager-duchess of the Rothswood, traced her sharp fingernails over each letter of the missive. She turned to her left, appraising the Farfolk man she had since grown close to. "Aden, how would you like to help me and Ekaterina with festivities?" @caddisf1y @Levicourpos

Irena Barbanov, Duchess of the Rothswoods wept for the one person she truly ever loved. Catherine was not a perfect mom, she was absent much of the time, but Irena's devotion to her verged on fanaticism. Catherine could do no wrong. No one came close to her for Irena, not her husband, not even her own children. In a way, she was stunted, her mental state in this specific instance never advancing beyond an idealistic child who wanted more than anything for her mother to be around. Even when she had grown up, Irena kept Catherine on a vaulted pedestal, never seeing her as a fellow adult but as a figure of divine proportions. Someone so moral, so just, and Irena's mirror image. This was the first time Irena had cried in decades, even though she had tried for Sergei. She had grown numb to the feelings of the world, not like she ever had a solid grasp of them to begin with. What plagued her the most was the knowledge she would never join her family in the afterlife, for she was destined for far worse places. Meanwhile, Catherine's teacher, the Mali'ame who had watched her grow up all the while staying predictably ageless, also cried unreservedly. Yet there was less certainty on her end, as she made plans to touch base in the future. Death could not keep her from reaching her loved ones.

Somewhere off in the distance, Suhae had already warned this other woman about the situation. she sighed, shaking her head.

The Duchess of Rothswood consulted some of her underlings in a bid to find her distant niece, Milena.

Her Royal Highness, IRENA KARENINA BARBANOV-BIHAR, nee Sarkozy Title(s) Princess of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of the Rothswood, Lady of Pompourelia and Sapron Heritage An illustrious yet inbred background on her mother's side, plagued by defects. Her father's side, an old line diluted by time and common blood. Irena's blue-blooded status is entirely derived from her mother. Allegiance Hanseti-Ruska Physical Description: Race Heartlander-Highlander Gender Female Build Thin and willowy, like she could be blown away with a gust of wind Height 5'8 Hair Color The iconic Novellen strawberry magenta hue, usually tied up in a bun to hide under a partial veil. Likes ● Her family ● Writing, though she keeps it private ● A good steak, rare, along with a glass of red wine. ● Cats and bats Personality A social chameleon with no outwardly defining traits beyond a tendency to act on impulse. She can disappear for months at a time without a word, much to the chagrin of her loved ones -- a trait definitely inherited from her mother. Martial Status Married to Prince Sergei, Duke of the Rothswood. Previously wedded matrilineally to Markus Morovar. Current Residence The Duchy of Rothswald and the Morrivi Prikaz Other Information Mother Catherine Anastasia Novellen, Princess Imperial Father Josef Clement Sarkozy, Baron of Pompourelia✞ Grandmother Anastasia of Reutov, Empress-consort of Holy Oren ✞ Grandfather Philip III, Holy Orenian Emperor Children Odrin Sarkozy-Morovar Stefaniya Maeve Sarkozy-Morovar Ekaterina Emma Barbanov-Bihar Sigismund Otto Barbanov-Bihar Amadea Maya Barbanov-Bihar Wilfriche Sigismund Barbanov-Bihar, though he is a stepson Language(s) Common, New Marian, Illatian, Flexio

A certain ginger, cursed by her own actions and the circumstances of life she found herself in, broke with each of the deaths of her loved ones. She could hardly bear to be on this mortal coil, especially with her paranoia of her husband dying. Yet she wailed, all night and into the morning, knowing it would not be possible. For death would not reunite her with her family.

this... would be massively useful

Irena Sarkozy Barbanov was preoccupied because her sky god was clubbing at the time

If you are able, I’ll dm you! Not wanting to publicly put my discord but you have me

Irena Sarkozy Barbanov watched with vested interest. She felt she should be more concerned, but very little mattered to her at this given moment.