Itz_Cookie

Matilda came across a spare letter in the library of Halstaig, brows knotting as she read it over time and time again. Perplexed, the old maid went in search to confront the Count-Dowager on his writing. Meanwhile, an ancient friend of the man’s found a copy on a bulletin board amidst travel from the North or South. “Hm.. so he can write.” Elizabeth jested to herself, tossing the missive away as she walked.

C L O S E D will dm all the winners thanks for bidding <3

Cookie’s Skin Auction [steve and alex] ══════════════ ೋღ ღೋ ══════════════ From [12/23/21 at 6cst] to [12/27/21 at 6cst] I grinded out mineman clothing to make money so enjoy R U L E S Bidding starts at $10 USD or 180 mina Must increase by $1 or 50 mina You MUST be able to pay for the skin when the auction ends (via paypal) Do not edit your bid, make a new comment if you are out-bid and tag the previous bidder Please don't comment unless you're bidding If bids start or switch to USD they cannot switch to mina! NO RESELLING SKINS Feel free to send me a message at Itz_Cookie#0287 on discord if any questions arise! B I D D I N G F O R M A T Skin: Bid: Discord: Previous Bidder: ══════════════ ೋღ ღೋ ══════════════ A L E X S K I N S eBay Not an Azdrazi Noir The Tudor S T E V E S K I N S Princely Attire Oh Look a Man Bear Fur Coat

The second Countess of Halstaig watched the gates to the seven skies fly open as the de Rosius walked through, giving a wave as she spent time with her ancestors.

Cope 👁👃👁

haha yes! I think back when I briefly played your daughter and climbed into ur chars lap who proceded to brush out the tangled mess of bleach blonde locks - mother/daughter rp always plays my heart like a guitar

Favorite quote from @Melpomenne Favorite character; as much as yall are gona hate me for this- Arwen, I played her back on Arcas Can we? Hell yeah, why not just create our own! Movie night? we just had one! see my responce to strong^ Weirdest Character; probably Eliza, shes kinda cray cray man Wackiest event; I dont do many events but there was one time I had 4 nations and some rlly whacky dude hightailing the asses of me and my friends for maybe 4 months before we all pked :) Started maybe a month or two into first joining the server https://media.tenor.co/videos/2bfd16e0941d785dcec05abd4a2bd1b2/mp4

Favorite thing has gotta be the people I've met along the way because everyone ive met has put up with my baffoonery I would change losing touch with alot of people because they make my highlight reel of excitement on here - also interacting with some people I've interacted with, they didnt turn out the best Best memory is gotta be hanging out in a vc with two rediculous baffoons and exploring the Arcas Sutican lighthouse at 3 in the morning :)

I forgot about this when it was the actual 3 year mark from when I joined so you got an extra week added :) You got a question - I got an answer

See you on the other side o7 Stay safe out in the real world - its just as scary out there as it is behind a screen. Gona miss our roleplay but I know where to find you when my demise ends too < 3

Lorina Isabel grieved alone for a woman not so different from her now. She wanted to be angry for what Mary had left her behind for, but now she carried that same rage for a king of her own she o’so idolized for some time. “Mamej..” Lorina laid back to admire the stars her mother pushed her towards as a child, tears flooding sunkissed cheeks. “Vy and me are not so different now.. We vill meet again someday.. I hope.”

Iduna’s forever tear stained appearance shifted to a smile, she practically sprinted towards her mother. Sinking into the woman’s arms she was complete again finally. “Mama.. how I’ve longed to see you.” The Countess’s head lifted, going to speak further before she was happily dragged off with Amicia. “My love!” She called, taking the de Astrea’s hand to be led further into the seven skies. @Asutto @sarahbarah

UNDER THE WAVES Iduna Anne Anastasia Eavan Manya Julia Lucia Catherine of Rourke 1804 - 1849 And that was the thing about her, She kept on surviving. With bullet holes in her lungs, And knife marks itched in her back. She never let anything get in her way, Resilient. A fighter, Not by choice. But a warrior at heart. -K.A It was all so.. Cold.. Dark.. Lonely.. Terrifying. “I'm going to leave, Nora, finally rid myself of ridicule and humiliation.” Iduna uttered to the concerned tenant who’d walked in amidst her packing. “How, Countess? And where to?” Nora queried back with many doubts in the O’Rourkes plan. Quickly the children came to mind and adding on the tenant snapped; “What about your daughters and son?! Iduna you’ve cast your husband to Sunbreak just as his fathers have!” “I will return in six months time.. I must be gone long enough to be thought dead. Theodosia will rule fine till I return, with your help too, I should hope.” The Countess’s voice was barren, but those dulling emerald eyes were riddled with guilt and worry. And so with Nora’s help she packed.. And packed.. And packed.. Till the entirety of that room was empty.. No one knew where this woman would go, perhaps Nora as she’d forced her way onto that boat deck as well. “It looks.. Shallow..” Iduna thought allowed, peering into the water as her things were loaded into rooms below. “Aye! It's neit, love, be careful!” Shouted one of the crewmates as he carried a few crates down. A hand touched her shoulder as Nora grew near, the Countess frightened, flinched and smacked the woman's hand; “Ah- Nora!” She squealed, brushing the woman's hand with a nervous laugh. Peering back over and thinking aloud; “Perhaps this was a mistake..?” “Dear, I’ve told you this for a month as you plotted and planned, now, our ‘death’.” Nora was almost disappointed, not in Iduna but in herself for tagging along. “Your children will miss you.. And your husband.” She uttered as the boat shook and floated from the peer. Too late to turn back now.. The Countess’s stomach knotted as she turned back to see the ivory walls of a decaying Providence, sighing. “I will be downstairs! Writing!” She called out for those on the ship to hear as if they even cared, going down to her designated room as she trailed the walls to stay upright. Pulling open the door and promptly closing and locking it as she entered. “Maybe Nora’s right.. I’m doing what my mother did to me and Auden..” Her guilt ridden face was hidden now behind boney hands for a moment. Fisting now, slamming to the table. “What am I saying-? My family will see me again in six months..!” She rose from dusty sheets, scanning the room until parchment and ink was found. “Aha - I knew I packed some.” One month behind them.. “Knock knock, my runaway Countess!” Nora chirped as her fist gently hit Idunas’s bedroom door. The groggy woman at the desk flicking her wrist to unhinge the lock. “It’s open..” she called back, the tenant striding in without a second thought. “Hm.. quite the decor you have, Iduna.” A jest at the woman’s failed letters piled in the corner. The sealed and addressed lay on the table, ready to be sent off. “Shouldn’t you..” Nora’s brow furrowed as she looked between the three letters and the countess who was drifting to sleep. “Iduna! Shouldn’t you send Auden and Elias letters as well?” Her voice was.. harsh, compared to the usual touchless caress. Iduna snapping back with the same, though riddled with exhaustion; “Elias knows I’m out at sea! Auden is probably drunk somewhere avoiding the ridicule that we’d give him for it.” She hissed, wandering towards her bed as a hand waved Nora away. “Go get some sleep..” Iduna uttered as she passed out. The second month.. And oh how nightmares set in quick.. Back and Forth So the boat shook.. “Captain!” Iduna shouted through a crack in the door. “Everything alright up there?” “Aye lass! Everythin’s fine, just a couple’a waves.” A man's voice returned, oh so confident. And so Iduna gave herself a reassuring nod, stepping back into the room. Usually by this time would’ve been above deck spending time with Nora and the crew, but tonight she stayed in her room, listening to their cheerful, drunken laughs to fall asleep. Back and Forth So the boat shook once again.. This time violenter. “Captain?!” Iduna’s fear riddled voice screamed upwards. Without second thought nearly sending the door off its hinges as she pulled it open. Gliding around the floors as she made her way to the deck. Water.. Her worst nightmare had come true. “Captain?!” She hollered again, thrown to the deck in the beginning of a raging storm. “Nora!” “Iduna!” A pleading voice called back, a melancholy caress. The Countess sprinting towards the stairs to find Nora rushing up with the letters, all opened and resealed with new letters. “We’ve been abandoned, Iduna.” The rest of the things were sealed to avoid being damaged during delivery. “No..” Burning tears mixed with the downpour, she knew it was happening but she’d made a promise To always return.. And so.. She felt.. Cold.. Guilty.. Lonely.. Terrified..

Skin: red bid: 150 discord: Itz_Poptart#0286

A woman smiled with glee upon finally holding a copy of the poetry in her own two hands. She scanned it quickly, preparing to give a prideful well done to the writer.

“It’s been over twenty years and they still think my mother is Countess?” Iduna O’Rourke grumbled as she read the incorrectly addressed invitation.

The mother of the comital heir scowls as she'd been delivered the S-O-S letter from her eldest son. Though with the crafted words she held some ounce of hope he may die before returning to the estate of Valles..

Lorina Isabel read over the departure announcement in the Valles suite of the beloved Augustine. She frowned upon hearing her mother had departed from the capital as a whole, plotting a trip to visit her someday soon. Moving off to find Helton, prepared to voice her thoughts on such. @DelaneyG

An elder, self proclaimed, Queen Winter, adjusted her crown. She prepared to lead alongside her daughters to create a sanctum for the dark dwellers of Almaris.

tryna hand out recipies?? got me hungry now <3

Lorina Isabel, upon reciving the catalog from the elven duo, quickly drafted a letter to Madame Onfroi in requestance of the dress titled Vanilla Rum.

Elizabeth du Lauzon arched a brow at the competition, disgregarding it but planning to drag one of her daughters along to attend.

Dismounting her steed after returning from a private visit to the Cathalon Estate, Lorina Isabel was handed the newest article along with a handkerchief. Scanning each section with a quirked brown and frown at the missed events before coming to the part where she was mistaken for Lady Josephine. “My forgiveness should have no doubt! It was confusing at first but quite funny to see the Lord’s panicked apologies.” She’d comment through laughs.

Lorina Isabel scowled at her section on the newsletter, also unable to pinpoint her mother’s anger. She pondered in her carriage ride back to Valles, yelping hallways there; “I only said I wanted to follow in mamej’s footsteps! Ugh!”

A Shattered Jewel The Countess of Halstaig at her sons side circa. 1841 “Mama- I don’t feel well..” A young Alexander O’Rourke murmured to his mother. “I know, my sweet boy.” Iduna returned, almost cooing to the boy. Gently caressing his cheek with her thumb while the other hand dabbed his forehead with a dampened towel. “You will feel better soon, I promise…” Her promise wasn't necessarily a lie but it wasn't the truth either. The Countess knew her son was ill, it’d been caught too late to reverse the consequences. She laid beside the boy in her chambers for months on end, making him as comfortable as possible before the evidential time came for him to leave the realm to the seven skies. “Mama-” Alexander coughed hoarsely and in return a cup of warm tea was delivered to quench whatever pain there was in his throat. Silence.. It always came before the worst didn’t it? Silence before the storm, silence before the deliverance of unwanted or bad news.. Each and every time it would hit like a million glass shards puncturing her skin. Drifting off to sleep, that short exchange of words with her son would be the last ever shared. He was gone.. And she knew it. Bestowing upon the child's brow was a maternal kiss. “I will see you again, my sweet boy.” From the desk of THE RT HON, Countess of Halstaig; "To my loving family, the O’Rourkes, With heartache I write to you all to announce the death of my eldest son, Alexander Erin O’Rourke. Many months ago he fell ill, it went untreated for some time and just within the past month God has taken him back to his side. May he rest well within the seven skies. I ask nothing more than that you keep him in your hearts and minds for the years to come." Signed, Iduna Anne O’Rourke, TRH Countess of Halstaig