Snowypaw

And where’s that on the map?

Where do the Qalasheen people live on the map? Do they even exist anymore?

Juliya Maria Ludovar frowns at the paper, letting out a long sigh as she rubs her temples. ”What has Jakob gotten himself into?”

Mcname: Snowypaw IC Name: Juliya Maria Ludovar Residency/ Street name, number: Ludovar Manor Class/ Title: Noble

Juliya Maria Ludovar huffs with outrage as she scans her gaze across the note. “Fool. I’m sure my application was the best!” Scowling she begins to scribble something on the back of the note, quill trembling in her hand from fury. ”Well, I guess I’ll have to show them why I ought to be in their stupid band.”

[!] The application is written with flourishing, but messy cursive letters. It seems that the child who wrote this was an amateur at writing this way, with some of the letters being larger than others. Name: ThE Young LAdy, JuliyA Maria LudovAr Age: It’s impolitE to asK a WomaN her age! ThOUgh, I am cerTinLe CerTainly YounG EnOugh RacE: HumAn, of cOUrse! Gender: FeMaLE I aM juST jOINing to lET my pResEnce be nown knOwn!

I mean, obviously. The quality is so there!

”I didn’t receive anything?!” Juliya Maria Ludovar sniffs disdainfully, curling her lips upwards into a snarl. “Surely I deserve something.” Huffing, she tosses the paper aside with a lazy flick of her wrist.

Rosetta Puddifoot pokes her head in through the Inn’s doors, nostrils flared in disgust. ”Good grief, Pe’rus... T’is beh ah ‘ot mess ‘n ‘ere! Yeh should’ve called meh t’eh ‘elp wif’ decora’ing...” The halfling grumbles, shaking her head.

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Warriors of the Crown First of all, if you read the entire story, kudos to you, my friend! Second of all; yes – I am aware of the messy formatting, and possible mistakes I made with grammar, spelling, etc. throughout the story! * Constructive criticism is deeply appreciated

”How dreadfully, deliciously brutal.” A pale, slightly gaunt woman comments slyly, her lips curving upwards into a small smile. ”I shall attend this event... It will be quite interesting.”

Rosetta Puddifoot shifts from one foot to the other, her expression turning grim. ”Maybeh oi take meh leave now... Oi don’ ‘fink Dunshire’s t’eh place oi wan’ meh kids t’eh grow up in.” The Halfling woman mutters, shaking her head and plodding away with a slouch in her posture.

Rosetta Puddifoot tightens her grip on the now crumpled, and slightly dirty paper. Her nose wrinkles in disgust, while the expression on her face remains somewhat neutral and blank. ”Maybeh Dunshire ain’ ah safe place nay more fo’ meh teh raise meh fu’ure children in.” The Halfling woman mutters to herself, suddenly looking aghast as she realizes something. ”Will oi ‘ave’a move somewheh else?”

Out-Of-Character IGN: Snowypaw In-Character RP Name: Rosetta Puddifoot Race: Halfling Age: A lady never reveals her age! (Around 40). Job / Occupation: Dunshire's Official #1 Baker! (Shop Owner of a little bakery).

Rosetta Puddifoot stares at the poster for a few hesitated moments, staying silent as she runs the paper through her fingers continuously. Suddenly, it was if a lightbulb had appeared above her head, because she finally registered the words on the flier and hollered out with excitement: "T'is is gonna be grea'! Finalleh 'tha bigguns are doin' somefin' good!"

A small, wax-engraved envelope addressed to "Lady Alana of House Grimm", arrives at the Haensetian Palace doorstep. If one were to pick it up, they would find the paper-like material to have a glossy texture to it. Clearly, the sender coated it with some sort of wax to make the letter seem more appealing to both the eyes and hands. Upon further investigation when opened, a letter appears inside. It reads: "Lady Grimm, Recently I have heard news of the vacancy in staff at the Haensetian Palace, and I must say I am intrigued by this opportunity on obtaining the position of a Palace Maid. Of course, I do have a vast history with cleaning, due to maintaining my own house regularly and preserving its tip-top state. Certainly, this counts for something? Being a middle-class woman, I am a hard worker - no doubt. Though, through this, I have developed clear, firm work ethics that make me a desirable employee to many. Please reply back once you have made your final decision. Sincerely, Ebony Craven"

"Don' forget 'da candeh hunt where we go fro' burrow teh burrow askin' fo' some treatsies!" A Halfling lass triumphantly shouts at the board, obviously excited that her event was chosen.

Name: Oi'm Rosetta Puddifoot, obviousleh! 'Oo else would oi be? Idea: Yeh know, maybeh loike a Fall Festival? We could go around Dunshire 'n knock on 'da burrow doors teh ask fo' candeh! Oi dunno, maybeh talk teh me personalleh fo' more details? Who is going to be doing this?: Well, y'know - Daisy, Angelica 'n I would probableh 'ost it? 'N aneh other 'alfling if 'dey wanted. Oh yeh! 'N bigguns could come if 'dey wanted. (Of course, no mean ones tolerated!) Do you think that this will be enjoyable for the next festival?: Yeh! Everehbodeh loves fall. 'N we'd do games 'n stuffs. Plus, 'oo doesn' love candeh? OOCLY NOTE: Basically an event that almost replicates modern-day Halloween trick-or-treating