Noixkaloni

Rufus Knowise inspects the article, beginning to visibly tremble as he begins to realize the situation he could possibly be getting in. He looks around, hopping nobody notices him in his anxious condition. He slowly creeps along to his burrow, continuing to stay quiet as he continues to break down on the spot. He moves into his burrow, looking around frantically as he suddenly and near-completely breaks down. He screams, beginning to hyperventilate as he slowly crawls along on the floor of his burrow as he panics, unsure what to do as fear strikes into him. He would finally crawl into a closet, rolling up into a ball as he rambles to himself, hyperventilating and crying. He doesn't say anything, but is quite evidently not in his right mind. He continues to lay there in his ball until he would faint, sleeping there in his tears.

Gift Slip Username: Cheesewheel_1 Name: Rufus Knowise

The Ballot: ((MC Name: Cheesewheel_1)) Name: Rufus Knowise Vote Iris Peregrin for Mayor? Yea () Nay () Vote for Sheriff: Theodore Mowood () Alfie Greenholm (X) Meemaw Applebottom ()

Out of Character Username: Cheesewheel_1 Discord: Four-Footed Floof Noodle#8249 In Character Full Name: Rufus Knowise Race: Halfling Age: 60 Job / Occupation: Woodworker, Blacksmith, Tinkerer

Rufus Knowise looks at the missive on the notice board, looking around with a look that would express anxiety and stress. He would slowly walk over to his burrow, seeming to be mentally breaking down each step he walked towards his burrow, seeming quite decrepit for someone who was not even sixty. Rufus enters his burrow, going into his pantry to get even an ounce of some cactus green, in a rather futile attempt to avert a panic attack. Before he were to look into the container holding the cactus green, Rufus would lower himself to the ground. Rufus tries to speak. "Puh- Plea' dun' banish meh, ah- ah-" Rufus would stammer, beginning to hyperventilate quietly, with frightened tears rolling down his cheeks. "Ah- Ah- Ah jus' wanneh live m'uh loife! Away f'erm politics 'en f'erm protests! Ah'dun care abou' bein' proppeh'er'nawt! Jus' lemme re-e-est!.." Rufus would add, sobbing mixed between much of his speaking. He would then fully fall into his panic attack, laying there in his frightened state for hours before falling asleep on the floor, now soaked with puddles of tears.

Rufus sits down in his burrow, covered in a large pile of blankets, all while eating some cookies and would also be looking far more anxious than was seen the day before. He grumbles at the notion of "everyone in Bloomerville" or so he thinks. "Oi- Oi feel un-unjustly tah'geh'teh'ed b-boi t'is... Oi l-live in Bloomah'ville cus' oi 'ave noeh- noeh t'where else tew goeh. In m-moi opinion, Filiber' cahn goeh fawk'im'self f-f'er abandonin' his- his woife- w'if Ezila, noeh l-less. Noeh respec' f-fer teh man..." Rufus reads over the letter again, pondering. "Noewh, t-t'is elcec'ion 'art, t-t'ah't soun's gewd- ver- ver'eh gewd... Isaile ain' ah ba' person, bu' all- all t'ah't pow'ah e-es shtewpid, in'nut? May- May'eh'beh oi sh-shoul' t'ink ab-about t'is soem'moar..." Rufus would go quiet, thinking for a while, before falling right to sleep. All of this reading and thinking makes him quite a bit tired.

[!] Rufus stops right before he can return back to the lower decks. He looks back at Filibert, furious. ”Teh fock yeh mean weh’cahn resettle Brandeh? It’s behn fucked soh ha’d ‘e shouldn’t even troi lookin’ fer ah’ new place teh settle on teh entire fuckin’ continent o’ Arcas! We’d beh kicked oot boi teh bigguns ef’ dey t’ink we’re gonna do d’at again!” Rufus would pivot once more and would then return to the lower decks, this time stomping; both hands making fists. He’d be visibly fuming in anger.

[!] Rufus; strangely sober, would walk out to the upper deck of the spicy shrimp to give his opinion. “**** t’is damned continent!” Rufus would yell, seeming quite out of his mind. The alcoholic grunts. ”Oi jus’ wanna leave d’es awful place. Et’s nawt loike weh got aneh’otha’ place teh live, soh why doin’ we leave f’er anotha’ continent an’ just settle t’ahr f’er awhole? Meh’beh stay permanently?.. Oe’r a’ long es’ weh cahn stay’h d’er wit’out gehtin’ fawk’ed in teh arse boi teh’m demon fuckers...” Rufus would pause for a moment. He would then pivot around and would return to one of the lower decks, likely to cry his lack of alcohol away.

Noix’kaloni chuckles from inside his cell. ”It appears that the silver state is falling apart... Trying to fight dark magic, quite a good thing, but killing there greatest leaders in the process. Maybe by the end of the century, Haelun’or will become dust? Time will tell. I must go back to my writing.” Noix goes back to writing, chuckling slightly.

Noix’kaloni cheers from his cell as he hears that a long time enemy of his is going to have a trial. ”Glad that’s over... I’d never guess Silir Uradir himself would become a criminal of the Silver State.” Noix sighs in relief, having that now behind him. Noix would seem calmer than usual. Noix returns to writing.

Noix just face-palms at this horrible decision, having literally nothing to say about how Haelun’or screwed up this time, or ‘Rally the liberals’... Noix has given up on life anyways.

Noix thinks he somehow escaped, or got away by chinning his way to the cloud temple. (He’s pretty much gotten to the point of insanity, where he’d believe that) (Also, if this is against lore n’ stuff, I’ll fix it)

Noix’kaloni would be laying at the foot of the cloud temple, his bleeding stopped (Via tippens root). Noix would be thinking of how he’ll get his revenge. But first, of how to walk and use his arms again (limited, of course). ”Mmmph-“ Noix puts the cut in his left cheek to his shoulder. ”They’ll- I’ll-... Noix sighs, realizing there’s no point attempting to fix what you can’t fix. ”Unless something truly horrible happens to Haelun’or, I’m not going back... Never again will I return to that hell hole... Perhaps some type of drink, or some cactus green will make me feel better...” Noix would try to get some assistance to get to Sutica, for more- and better medical attention- maybe also get more people against Haelun’or.

Noix’kaloni makes an evil laugh when he hears about the missive, in the same place where he was testing something. ”Let them do as they please... They will have nothing to combat me once the golems are gone!” Noix goes back to what ever he was doing, laughing a bit more afterowrds.

Noix grumbles loudly while reading a stolen pamphlet, going to take a seat at an underground testing facility, near his house, one end being empty, other than multiple small craters; the other end having a desk with a chair, along with a few boxes. One of the boxes would be filled to the brim with sheets of paper, a few falling out; a barrel next to it being colored black, being filled to the brim with gunpowder. ”Great, there indoctrinating the oem’ii now...” Noix grumbles a little more before getting back to his work.