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Louella Delacroix-Harkness read the letter and nodded, sliding her enchanted sword into its scabbard- GOD forbid anyone tries to interrupt the Witan.

Hi! So, there appear to be issues with the Auction House right now: There is a problem with notifying (Where it doesn’t tell you if someone bought your item, you got something, your auction’s over with no bids, when someone outbids you [which might be my problem]), or, It doesn’t give you the item, or, your mina back. I’m not sure if this is happening for anyone else, but, with the 2nd issue, I’ve lost roughly 200 mina and 3 items I was the highest bidder on- their auction ended, with no notifications on anyone outbidding me, and I don’t have any mina nor the items.

Louella Delacroix-Harkness read and smiled. Quickly taking out a quill and parchment from her cupboard, she began to write down a quick Répondez s'il vous plaît.

The Countess’ ghost watched in regret and pain as he discovered her mangled, torn body. With a tearful gaze, she looked to the suicide note- her will- that was tucked into the bloodied grass on the shore.

The bloodied, soggy note was finally found upon the shores of Lake Liatus. Though she could not see who had found it... She dearly hoped it was her dear husband, Veres, or one of her friends, not wanting it to get into the wrong hands to be tampered with. ”To the Dear, Loving People of Oldenburg...” I’m sorry my life has ended short. I’m writing this in anticipation for whatever might have happened, whether it be from assassination or war, know that I will always be with you, and watching over you. I... [!] The writing had stopped short and was scribbled over. I was talking to a stranger, and all of a sudden he offered me these weird plants to smoke... So I did after I got home. I’m continuing this letter to say that I believe I might have been poisoned... God help me if it’s so. [!] The letter was continued in sloppier and messier handwriting. HELP. I. SEE. HE’S DEAD? [!] When you turn over the disturbing last thoughts of the woman, the font returns to the same type that the first sentences were written in, way before she had taken the psychedelics. Because of how old the back was, she had to scribble out dead or long gone people who had been featured. My Will. My Dearest, Veres Draskovits My love... I’m so sorry. Whatever the reason for my death is, know that it wasn’t because of you. If I were to list every reason and every time I fell in love with you, over, and over, and over again, this will would be as long as a book accounting of all of Humankind’s history. As you read this, know that I watch over you with love and affection, and, my only hope is that you may recover to whatever grief this has struck you with. I leave you with... Half of my food stock, Whatever armor and/or tools I might have left for the army, Whatever materials for building I might have left to continue expanding the city, And, of course, all of my livestock that I may have left (if they haven’t starved, that is...). My First Daughter, Ffion Draskovits- We may have not known each other for very long, but my love was immense for you. I may not have birthed you, but I loved you just as much as if I had. I leave you with... My beloved owl, And, the sharpest sword I have, for the sharpest kid I know ? James Mairan We sometimes fought... But, in the end, we were basically brother and sister. The day you stopped me from killing myself a few days before the marriage ceremony between Veres and I has never been erased from my mind, no matter how hard I drink or try to forget the rest of my past. I leave you with... Half of my food stock to support yourself and your family through the harshest of winters, My fearsome, but loveable, guard dog, A large package of medical supplies for your lovely wife, And every single sea pickle I own. My Closest-Possible Friend, Arthur Sterling You, too, were the closest thing I had to family besides Veres and James. You helped me establish Lake Liatus, you listened to me when I was down- everything a friend can do but is not obliged to. If I wasn’t dead, you’d be one of the only people I owe my life to besides Veres and James. Along with Veres, I watch over you, as well, with as much sincerity as this letter can muster. I leave you with... My instruments (Though, I cannot remember if I have any), All of my booze (To add to your collection!), And, all of the eggs, sugar, and pumpkins I have to start you off on your journey to the top of the pie making business. Good luck... it’s tough. The Kindest Woman I knew, Nicole Elmpool Ah, the grand times we had together. With that large family of yours, I would never die and not leave you with... Half of my food supply, And, an Omar Gimmer’lak Silver Statue. Ironically one of my most prized possessions, haha. [!] The rest of the letter was unreadable, though, just contained more crossed out people- all who she knew, but died... Thank you to everyone who I roleplayed with- Flore was my first, and favorite, persona, and, I hope to continue the kindness Flore spread with my newest persona, Louella Harkness. I can’t wait to see you guys again ❤️ (Some items I forgot to list, or, at the canon time of her writing this, she didnt have em. Don’t be alarmed if there’s more than what’s written down in the will ? )

So; We gotta pay a charter’s price to fly just for one day, There’s the possibility that lockpicks and raid ladders will become more expensive (guessing within the 200-300 range instead of around 100), And then there’s the possibility that people will have to pay a hefty sum just to get a raid started, and then pay for anyone who wants to take part in it. Will we have to pay for each block we place soon, or pay for each step we take in someone’s kingdom? Not meaning to be disrespectful about this, but, it seems like those pushing out these suggestions and updates want to make LOTC become a play-to-win sort of game.

Floré Draskovits reads the flyer over and nods with a gleeful smile, not having to note it down to attend because she lived right next door, a few feet away in Oldenburg.

Floré Draskovits sadly nodded, noting down to attend.

Flore smiled, fairly surprised her friend was creating a charter! In big, wacky letters, she signs, SIGNED BY FLORE LIATTI! AND THE PICKLES! It took up half of the paper.

Floré Draskovits nodded, scanning over the letter. “...Ave Curonia.”

I love the new form! I definitely support because it’d most likely drive away the less serious/less experienced/etc. from trying to join. I’ve seen some people get declined every time because of something related to IRP issues (i.e. trying to create a mary sue, saying they lived in the Atlas when they’re only 20 today, etc), or, OOC things (like being underage [and acting it], or once being super whiny about being declined).

Flore nodded joyfully- She’d definitely be going.

Flore Liatti nods after reading and lets it go back into the wind. She’d certainly be busy for the next few months!

Flore smiled- An opportunity to visit her dearest friends! She nodded, fully sure she’d be going.

Flore gazes at the poster and giggles, gazing at the art.

Flore read the announcement with a broad smile and adjusted her armor, nodding. Wonderful! I’ll try to attend, though... I’m not the best with coordinates.

I like your character's backstory! Simple- but, in a really good way to where it’s not just “He was born, his parents died, and now he’s traveling” in one sentence, and it’s not a really complicated, book-length one either!

Nice form!

I hope this is good!