Carson

Amadea smiles fondly!

Would you say they are more Turkic, Tungusic or Mongolic?

“Woo! Though it is quite awkward as your brother lives in Veletz. We need to see him on neutral grounds, ti? That should be fine.”

Distantly, a lost mother curses the dogs of Veletz. “Hellfire shall rain upon those who hurt my blood.”

“Astark, it has been far too long,” murmured an elf, who in her domestic life had almost forgotten what it meant to strive for a greater cause. She intended to meet with her mentor again, as soon as her sky god returns from holiday.

The Oracle of Balian develops a massive headache and as such, goes to drink a margarita.

Sexism, primarily. Being treated differently as a perceived boy than a girl. thought that was pretty obvious

I literally pretended to be a dude for a few years (hence my forum name being Carson still) to get perverts off my back now that im an adult, nobody really cares enough to try to groom me. but I'm not really a human player anyway

Amadea smiles warmly. At last, she was a countess, finally securing her place in a society far from her original home. Little was left for her there anyway.

The Oracle of Balian watched her liege grieve, offering hollow words of comfort to the sorrowful.

Leihana looks disgruntled. “The haoles cannot host some party and call it a luau, that’s our trademark.”

Full Name of Man - Prince Sergei Aleksandr Barbanov-Bihar, Duke of the Rothswoods Date of Birth of Man - 1846 Full Name of Woman - Irena Karenina Sarkozy Date of Birth of Woman - 1863 Location of Ceremony - Karosgrad Basilica Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1893 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - lost to time

A distant red haired woman, friend to both the baker and the one eyed man, sought to acquire more baked goods.

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.

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.