Tidgemo

An Old Adrian Peasant carried on feeding the worms. 

RP Name: Flann Saili
MC Name:  Tidgemo
Voted: Yes :)

RP Name: Louis LeMon
MC Name: Tidgemo
Voted: Yes 

A long dead Adrian peasant wept. 

Chubb spat into his palms and rubbed his caloused hands together as he preparred to launch out the ol' beauty he called.. 'Beauty', into the River Reden in preparation for the race. He jumped into the tattered canvas and tar skinned boat and then, while whistling an old tune, rowed away into the blanket of morning fog.

RP Name: Louis LeMon
MC Name: Tidgemo
Voted: Yes :)

Upon hearing the word crusade and without looking further into the matter, Flann would don his favorite hood.

A rhyme of reactons:

Flann leapt.
Chubb slept.
Louis wept.

Tid x

5 minutes ago, Hook said:

Ripplewick scribbles down the details.

Finally, a chance to put an end to his streak of twelve last-place pub quiz placings. 

 

@Tidgemo

Tidwald Butterboots, the one man capable of ending Ripplewicks loss streak, would still be laying in his grave 100 years since his death. 

"Ah deadly, what was this issues question?" He asked @Hook before looking to read the paper only to see his favorite section glazed with spilled jam from Ripplewicks morning poptart. He folded the sheet and threw it back on Ripples lap. 

RP Name: Flann Saili
MC Name: Tidgemo
Voted: Yes :)

Louis LeMon , nursing a hangover with the usual bloody mary with an extra pickle, signs the petition as it's passed around.

Name: Flann Saili
Age: 30
Race: Adunian

Prior Relevant Experience: Combat and ranging experience as merc and vagabond. Also a dab hand at farming and all related acivities. 

Your full name: Louis LeMon

Your age: 30

Place of Address: Marshall Lane 4

((Discord username and ID, Tidgemo#6698  ))

((Your MC Username: Tidgemo  ))

Chubb.

Halflin'.

Farmer.

Aye.

MC Name: Tidgemo

Character's Name: Nemed

Character's Age: 19

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Fire Evocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         Hook

Teacher's RP Name:

         Ripplewick

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

         I do

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

An Unknown Adrian Peasant sleeps quietly against a tree in the mid day sun.

An unknown Adrian peasant shakes his head at his blighted potato fields. 

An unknown Adrian peasant continued swing gently in the breeze from a tree.

An unknown Adrian peasant hangs from a tree.

An unknown Adrian peasant saluted his neighbour as he was herding some sheep, accidentally echoing the words of his fellow country men despite having no idea what was going on in the world. “Thank God for the Duke of Adria!”

He whistled for his sheep dog and continued to traipse up the road with the thought of supper on his mind. 

Jaspar plucked only the finest crystals of pure quarts from his supplies and set the hefty pile aside to enjoy at the event before setting out for the capital to find a laundrette.  

An unknown Adrian peasant herded his cattle up the road who happened to trample over someones dropped copy of the herald. He turned off the track toward his fields just in time to avoid the ravenous rabble of Dragon Knights on their way to murder children somewhere, and remained oblivious to the worlds news yet again. 

An Adrian peasant pays no heed to the missiv, being far too concerned with his gangrenous trench foot, besides also being illiterate.

Across the Duchy, Jaspar LeMon weeps in front of a fire which is fueled by a painting of world peace he’d been working on. 

An unknown Adrian peasant, severely malformed from a host of common peasantry diseses, like gout and illiteracy, continues to toil in the muck and **** of his livestock blissfully unaware of the message being spread across the Empire, his humble ears being too humble to hear the woes of greater men. 

Meanwhile Jaspar LeMon sat in his home, painting his next masterpiece depicting all major figures in the Empire dancing together in a field of flowers, fully confident of the looming world peace on the horizon.