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Mother Frinna and Bishop Callahan of Lemon Hill sign the paper in support after having read the news of the diocese with much interest! 

Lemon Hill Monastery [Mother Frinna  and Father Callahan]   presents…

ART AND FAITH, A DISCUSSION

Published 7th of the Godfrey’s Triumph, in the year of our Lord 1943.

The Monastery of the Sacred Heart invites all to attend the unveiling of a set of religious artworks of Mother Frinna Glennmaer on the 3rd of the Sun’s Smile, in the year of our Lord 1943. The paintings will be depictions of our faith's beloved Saints and Prophets, and invite conversation on religious expression and art theory. The pieces themselves endeavor to put to canvas the delicate history of some of our esteemed Exalted, by way of the brush. All paintings will be on display in Lemon Hill, and reproductions can be requested to be displayed elsewhere across nations. 

In honor of the toil of our native Mother Frinna, Lemon Hill invites all to join in festivity and the eating of cake. It is asked of all who have the means to do so to bake cakes for the occasion, that we might share in the joys of our shared faith and make merry. [With cake.] 
 

OOC Info: Sunday @ 3 PM EST, located at the Monastery of the Sacred Heart, Lemon Hill.

Fishing up a treasure chest if you don't have one already would be really cool. 
Or like a fishing relic.

Carnival of Númendil
Hosted by the Glennmaers.

[MUSIC]

For a series of nights of fun and delight, in the heart of Númendil, the people of Númendil invite you for a carnival to excite and amaze. Bring loved ones and friends for celebrations of the beginning of summer! Open to all ages for a series of games, charades, and jokes, everyone will find something to partake in. Tickets available for purchase for games attempts. A variety of prizes to be won!

★ Games such as ring toss, whack a mori, theatrical displays, and more!

★ Unique prizes to bring home!

★ Auctions for the land’s finest artworks and fineries. 

★ Bardic displays of skill. 

★ Feasting on local treats. 

★ Balloons for sale! 

★ Archery contest [for a prize]!

★ Sweets-eating contest, sponsored by the local Lizard Cafe!

★ Stalls offered to local businesses in the region.

★ Caricature portrait hours [specific times noted at the event].

★ Garden stall with local flowers and flower meanings.

★ Evening dance floor session.

★ Auction of custom outfitting by Bia Glennmaer, starts at 50 minas.

★ Auction of custom painting by Frinna Glennmaer, starts at 200 minas. 

★ Performance by the Church Choir of Númendil, led by Lugash.

Stall Information

There will be four stalls for commercial use that are open for anyone to use. Just contact Frinna Glennmaer in Númenost either by letter or in-person to arrange one. 

Carnival Information

★ Saturday, June 24 from 1:00pm EST to 3:00pm EST, at marked carnival grounds.
★ Sunday, June 25 from 5:00pm EST to 7:00pm EST, at marked carnival grounds. 

Any questions? Direct them to Frinna Glennmaer of Númendil!

Looking forward to seeing you all there!

+1, wonderful individual and highly capable.

IGN: Miss_Confined 
Discord: Miss_Confined#8341 
Category: Visual Art 
Title of Piece: "End of an Era, New Beginnings" 
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1108611307101507615/1115009100024131714/ct-art2023-final.png


https://imgur.com/gallery/UWUYUOK 

 

Wow! I'm very surprised. All of the work submitted for BOTA was wonderful and congratulations to the winners and everyone who participated. 

(P.S. I love you Sarah, thank you for answering all my questions for the submission process.)

It was a warm, sunny afternoon in the nation of Urguan when Brynaelda Grandaxe decided to start packing for her departure. She had aimlessly sat in Grudgebeard’s easy-chair after seeing him off - it was a difficult morning. She had eaten his sandwich, given as he left it behind in his hasty exit. Bryn wandered the halls of the Clan Hall district, settling on the doors of the Grandaxe Hall and tracing the red heart painted on the door. Her time as Clan Mother had not been the easiest, but it was certainly memorable. 

She reached for the suitcases and grumbled, “I’m not leaving my good plates behind.” Her feet shuffled reluctantly to the kitchen, packing the plates- and then unpacking them…

“Well, they might need them anyway. I will just get more plates. A new adventure and all that...”  Brynaelda commented to no one in particular as she stood aimlessly in the Clan Hall. Leaving felt unfathomable, but staying felt just as foreign.

Bryn meandered from the Grandaxe Hall’s kitchen, lingering at the statues of the Grandaxes who lead before her, she panned upwards to blow a kiss to Dhaen’s statue and whispered in a mischievous tone, “I’ve got an ale with your name on it at the White Stag.” She grinned, guiltily peeking at the Clan Mother’s seat, a chair she had sat in twice, and then began the slow meander back towards the front door again.

Brynaelda turned, she affixed a note to the pillar of the Clan Hall for her clanmates to read; nearing the front door, Bryn scratched Bucky the Cat on her way out. Her thoughts briefly drifted to clan beardlings before easing as she reminded herself that the clan has stood before her time and will continue to stand after. 

“Clothes, keepsakes, blankets, yarn.” She echoed aloud as she walked towards her residence, she glanced past Grudgebeard’s Stareyes banner. Brynaelda was trying not to worry about him, if their paths were meant to cross- they would cross again. 

In the distance, the loud cluck of a Bokolo echoed sonorously from the stables, reminding Bryn of her own path ahead. She tossed the pile of suitcases by the front door into a wagon, gathering the last few possessions, placing her lute and songbooks atop the mound and then wheeled it towards the entrance of Kal’Darakaan. 

She would never forget Urguan, carrying a piece of her homeland in her heart wherever she went. Likewise, as Brynaelda wheeled the wagon out of the stony gates of the city, she knew Urguan wouldn’t forget her. Despite the difficulties that she had faced, she had done more for her people and kin than most dwarves could even dream of. 

Elysium, like her home once upon a time, would welcome her with open arms. As Brynaelda walked into the growing dusk of evening, she left a legacy of unmatched honor and walked a path none but herself could follow. 

Brynaelda Grandaxe riding a bokolo, Year 33 of the Second Age.

...

 For the Grandaxes:

Brynaelda watched Grudgebeard walk out the door, numbly staring at the exit for a few prolonged minutes before panning to her left and noticing the perfectly good sandwich he left behind. Darn it... I won't let this go to waste. Brynaelda paced aimlessly about the house, his goodbye echoing in her ears as she flipped the portrait around. "Remember, I'm not sharing anymore, love." She cracked in the empty house, boxes strewn about the abode. 

    IN-CHARACTER

    What is your name?
Brynaelda Grandaxe

    Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? 
"I would like to practice arcane arts with others and socialize with other mages. A goal of mine would be to be able to take on students when I am more capable, and I would like to be able to pursue further gifts."

    What arts, if any, do you currently practice?
"I currently practice the following magics:
Fire Evocation
Air Evocation

Housemagery."

    What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance?

"For now, Adeptus Minor, eventually Adeptus Majoris."

    When should you be contacted for an interview? 
"Any time you are available, neighbor!"  

IGN: Miss_Confined 
Category: Visual Arts 
Artwork: 
 

https://imgur.com/m2Jbjom 

Fliers posted around noticeboards in Norland would carry the same scribed message,

each one stamped with the same red wax seal, written in the same ink with messy scrawled writing.

Surrounding these notes would be the sticky marshmallow prints of the dwarven vacationer on the parchment, each parchment nailed up shoddily.

IGN: Miss_Confined

RP NAME: Brynaelda Grandaxe

AGE: 220 years old.

ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: 3.

(Guild, Home Owner, Clan List)

CANDIDATE: Levian'Tol Grandaxe

I love Zezimus as a loremaster and this video is 11/10. Very good work.

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Brynaelda Grandaxe scurried through the house, juggling three gray children and loudly called, "DEAREST? Where'd we put uhm.. The smokes? Ye know, the smokes t'at Rex fella gave me? I think they're in the cabinet. Here, here. Ye take Okrikor, an' I will fetch 'em." Brynaelda passed off her chubbiest son to Grudgebeard, kissing each of them gingerly, before lighting the blunt and sitting it on the mantle respectfully. She coughed at the smoke a handful of times before mumbling, "I hope ye get lots of those uruk lassies ye were wooin', w'erever yer goin', friend."

The Grandaxe Ale Faire

The Grandaxe Clan cordially invites all people across Almaris to take part in an ale faire that showcases their wildly popular drinks. The festivities will include musical entertainment and various other talents, carnival games, ale-drinking contests, and mercantile pursuits. Those who seek to part with their wares are able to take part in an open market within the faire that would put the blessed Lady of Passion, Belka, and the Merchant Father, Armakak, in awe. The performances will be held by the We will have multiple stalls open for different nations and groups to claim these can be done by sending a letter to Brynaelda Grandaxe and is on a ‘first come - first served’ basis. 

Songbird Seed Performance
Musical performances by the bards of Almaris, those who display great skill and talent. 

Best Brew Competition
Submit your homemade crafted brews for tasting at the Ale Faire for a prize of 100 minas up for grabs. These drinks are judged for creativity and flavor.  

Dunk a Dwed Tank
A Dunk-A-Dwed Tank will be available for dunking your favorite dwed, rotated out by Grandaxes throughout the evening. 

Ring Toss
A good game for drunkards and dwedki, the ring toss will be open to all and will have a variety of prizes to take home. 

Ale Drinking Contest
The one who wins the ale-drinking contest will get a special Grandaxe Ale Mug that declares their drinking prowess and is flashy enough to catch others’ eyes. 

Merchant Stalls
A series of stalls showcasing trinkets from their respective nations and groups, food and drink available for trying. 

Available Stalls #1-12

Stall #1 Grandaxe Goods, Levian’Tol & Brynaelda
Stall #2 HEFRUMM, Yazmorra & Co.
Stall #3 ELYSIUM - NORLAND, Elysium Co.
Stall #4 HAENSE, Treasurer.
Stall #5 KRUGMAR, Kaluz'Lur
Stall #6 VARHELM - NORLAND, TBD.
Stall #7 Bjorn Grandaxe.
Stall #8 Knitting Club, Imports of the Club.
Stall #9 Charbonis.
Stall #10 Urguan, Open
Stall #11 Public, Open
Stall #12 Public, Open 

How to get a stall?

"Dear Brynaelda,
I am So-and-So, I would like to sell X, Y, Z at the Ale Faire, and I would like Stall #X. 
Thanks, 
So-and-So."

Further questions? Miss_Confined#8341

Date: Friday, 4/9 Time: 7:30pm EST
 

3 hours ago, Carson said:

How much do heads cost? Or revamping heads?

I'd probably put it at around 50 minas.

Brynaelda's Bold Beauties

Fashionable Finds for Fabulous Friends

Looking dastardly, drab, or droll?

Brynaelda Grandaxe's skills are gold!

A seamstress to help you look your best!

A treasured tailor in Almaris!

Just take a look at Brynaelda's Bold Beauties...

Brynaelda Grandaxe is a mountain dwarf with needle skills unlike you have ever seen!

Stationed in her home in Urguan, Brynaelda's creativity and talent reflects the styles and fashion of around the globe.

As although her legs may be short, and journeys may take long, Brynaelda's heart travels the world in wanderlust.

Below are some images drawn of her creations, and further down she has available goods to buy pre-made.

Artist depictions of Brynaelda's tailoring.

Current goods for sale: 

Sky Blue Lady.

200 minas.

Discount of 50 minas applicable in exchange for specific goods in bulk.

Wild Adventurer.

150 minas.

Violet Enchantment.

100 minas.

Custom commissioned work sells for the following:

1 outfit is 200 to 250 minas. 

Discounts can be discussed in exchange for goods instead, but only on a case-by-case basis.

1 full makeover is 250 to 300 minas.

Discounts can be discussed in exchange for goods instead, but only on a case-by-case basis.

1 armored set is 350 to 400 minas.

Discounts cannot be applied to this commission.

Seeking wares? Contact Brynaelda Grandaxe!
[ Miss_Confined#8341 ]
 

Brynaelda Grandaxe sat lazily in a seat in the clan hall, the stout and round dwarfess had clearly put on some weight since her marital festivities in the months prior. Her green gaze peeked over at the pile of work she had to sort, darted longingly to the three slices of fruit tart sitting mere inches out of her grasp, and then curiously, to the two missives that laid to her right. Intrigued, she unfolded the papers and with great interest devoured the contents of 'Hearsay of Hanseti Ruska' Edition I and Edition II. Not only did Bryn pour over the reading, kinsmen can attest that she smiled gleefully. Gossip was her favorite. Especially when the gossip had no repercussions for herself. She leaned back in her chair that released a pained creaking noise under her heft. Her expression of mirth persisted as she dragged the table closer with her foot, in effort to draw the plate of fruit tart nearer. Brynaelda beamed as she noted the names of 'Ser Alric', and 'Mariya Amador'. 

"I know 'em!" The Grandaxe blurted with far too much excitement, as she shoveled the slice of fruit tart messily into her mouth. Dribbles of jam clung to her wiry sideburns as she added, to no kinsman in particular, "He's t'e Squire-Leader-Lad an' she helped rescue my knittin'! ...Poor babby, I'm sure she looked lovely..." Brynaelda lamented over the criticisms of Mariya's wedding in the prior edition before peered over the two missives with adoration, as much as any average mum would be, she too was infatuated with the rumors and blatant drama festering within the writings. "I love a wee bit of romance, there's jus' so much t' take in!" Brynaelda grinned, covering her mouth with her hand as she thought to herself: For the next Squire that comes to me for a trial, I shall ask them about the author of these papers, so that I may send them some tokens of gratitude. Brynaelda nodded affirmingly to herself as she chewed on the pastry. She reached for another off of her plate, her fingers dangling mid-air in hesitation, before lifting the second triumphantly to her mouth. "One more cannae hurt..." Bryn mumbled to reassure herself of her wonderful decisions, raising her tone of voice to call out, "Somebody ought t' find my 'usband! He's nay goin' t' believe w'ot goes on in Haense!" 
After the wise decisions of scarfing two slices of fruit tart down in rapid succession, the Grandaxe Clan Mother hauled herself upwards as a dwarf on a mission; but her enthusiasm was stifled as a cramp settled in at her hip, prompting the woman to settle back down. She muttered under her breath, "I suppose findin' this talented fella can afford t' wait a wee bit... Nay point in rushin' an' lookin' like a crazed admirer."

COMMISSION FORMAT:

IN-GAME NAME: Miss_Confined

DISCORD NAME: Miss_Confined#8341

NAME MC LINK: https://namemc.com/skin/3bf0c825a21af7be 

On 3/3/2021 at 3:45 AM, Fishingrobyn said:

MC Name: Fishingrobyn

Character Name: Bjorn

Discord: Fishingrobyn#8010

Timezone: AEST 

Congratulations, Fishingrobyn!
You have been accepted into the Grandaxe Clan.

We are so happy to have you as a part of our clan, it's been a pleasure getting to know you. I will get you up to speed on your trials and I look forward to having Bjorn as a member of the clan!

A Celebration of Anbella:

The Wedding of Officer Grudgebeard and Brynaelda Grandaxe

Saturday 3/6, at 7:00pm EST.

Ceremony held in the Temple of Kal'Darakaan [Urguan].

Party after in the Queen's Bounty [Urguan's Tavern].

Invitations would be sent to: 
The entirety of Urguan.
 

The Duchy of Elysium & The Kingdom of Norland. 

The Nation of Krugmar. 

The Kingdom of Haense. 
Friends of Elvenesse.
The Village of Bramblebury. 

Friends of the Druids' Grove. 

Friends of Kaz'Ulrah. 

Pizza Place of Oren [please bring pizza]. 
The Free State of Sutica. 
Hogarth Irongut's Ghost. 

Resume

Name: Brynaelda Grandaxe

Race: Mountain Dwarf

Age: 205 years old

((OOC))

MC Name: Miss_Confined 

Discord Tag: Miss_Confined#8341

Timezone: EST 

Brynaelda Grandaxe wept briefly, her hands briefly grazed the desk as she stood quietly in the Grandaxe Clan Hall. Her heart ached with some emptiness, memories of decades ago filled her thoughts. A friend, a mentor, a former clan mother. Her memories of Dhaen were bittersweet as she recalled her confidant. "I'll miss ye." Brynaelda's voice trembled faintly, the thick dwarven accent was almost as heavy as the air in the room. "I'll do my best, fer ye." She remarked quietly to the statue before her, a monument to Dhaen's legacy and a briefly comforting presence, despite the coldness of the stone pillar she rested her forehead against. Her eyes scanned over the plaque, her pudgy fingertips glided over Dhaen's name in contemplation, running the clan would not be any more different, but her heart surely did sink at the departure of a guiding figure. 
Brynaelda paced the hall with trepidation, her eyes darting up to the monuments of her predecessors: a look of longing settled on her face. It had been decades since she had taken lessons from Dhaen, but those were the lessons she cherished. A heartfelt pang broke in her chest as she straightened her posture, she walked the length of the meeting room. Bryn peeked over her shoulder before racing towards the kitchen, grasping for two mugs, filling both with her preferred beverage: Grandaxe Maple Mead, and placed one before the monument as she re-entered. "Narvak oz Dhaen, Narvak oz Grandaxe... To a beloved Queen an' an even more cherished clan sister." She eyed the gesture, feeling guilty from her selfishness in beverage choice but figured since it was just her drinking it, it was understandable... 
 

Brynaelda lifted her mug to the stone-copy of Dhaen, and then tilted it back, guzzling the mead. A flash of movement caught her eye, as Bryn peered to a blur of ginger in her peripheral vision. She reached outwards towards the figure to embrace them tightly and loudly remarked, "Thank goodness yer here, we've got work to do and we best not mope around fer too long- Dhaen would nay like that. I'm sure she'd tell me w'ot fer, when she gets back home." Brynaelda eyed the flute on the meeting table thoughtfully, grasped ahold of the instrument and mumbled a promise to uphold the song she would write for Dhaen.