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I come to you today with a most delicious proposition – an opportunity to partake in a grand culinary adventure unlike any other. The Musin of Babblebrook are embarking on a quest to bake the most colossal berry pie the world has ever seen! Imagine, a pie so vast it could feed an entire kingdom! Picture it brimming with the juiciest, most succulent berries known to man and mouse alike. Each morsel a symphony of flavor, each bite a culinary journey. It will be a pie fit for kings and commoners alike! But we Musin cannot accomplish this feat alone. We will require an abundance of berries – so many berries – to bring our dream pie to fruition. Will you heed the call? Will you join us in making history? Bring forth your finest berries and deliver them to Babblebrook Village near Dunwen. Let us band together and create a pie for the ages – a pie that will be whispered about in taverns and town squares for generations to come! When you next visit Babblebrook Village, view the future site of the great pie (currently only a vast empty pie pan).

Protection of the Southern Summit 2nd of The Grand Harvest SA 168 The chapter is written in a hurry, with a thin layer of sand coating it. The Southern Summit is near, and there is a lot of work to do. I'm one of the shamans appointed to help guard this place from buurz infiltrators. It's the largest meeting I'll be attending yet, next to that party at Haelun'or...that was a blast, everyone of my bruddas got wasted. Good times. But back to work! May Jevex give me the strenght to carry on those tasks. There is salt and aurum to be spead, for it prevents demons, undead and other darkspawns from entering, shall there be unwanted attention form those corrupted forces. May Scorthuz protect us and cleanse all the taint creeping towards the meeting. There are totems to erect and wards to cast, but since I'm not yet powerful enough to do it myself I'll lend my energy to the other shamans performing the rituals: hopefully my lessons will bring me closer to the great shamans we have at the lodge. May Theruz guide me in the pursuit of the knowledge. The sand shifts hot, but we shall be tougher. The wind blows strong, but we will be stronger. The mountain stands unwavering, and we will be steadfast in the reaching of this alliance-to-be. Lûp'Krug, gaakh ghûlumta'izishu morûzalul!

-=♦=- The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort. Another day had dawned within the Shire, and for Patches, the King of the Musin and founder of Babblebrook, this was a good thing. Today of all days seemed go move very slowly for the young king. the soft rays of dawn flowed over the mossy roofed houses, as some would say, like golden syrup, and sparkled upon the waters of the sea like a myriad of gems. With a cup of honeyed tea in one small hand, and a book in the other, Patches stepped outside to witness his latest achievement. He had built the beginnings of something wonderful for his fellow Musin. He had turned Babblebrook from a sleepy little village into a Castle Town! King Patches cleared his throat as he approached the fountain, whereupon a statue dedicated to Musin the Brave stood inspiring all of his heroism. It was there, when he spoke. "Friends, Family, Countrymice, prick up your ears! Today is a special day, as Babblebrook is officially a Castle Town. This means more houses and new opportunities for Musin kind! Please check out the new land we have acquired and let me know of anything you wish to see built." Pleased with his little speech, The King of the Musin strolled towards the new area of Babblebrook, sipping his Morning tea.

The Mailmouse Delivery Service This is the Mailmouse Delivery Service, otherwise known as the MDS. We’re a small group that works on getting your packages delivered wherever and to whoever they’re supposed to go to! It’s easy to attach a letter to a bird’s talons, or to their back. It’s not as easy to trust them to carry an entire package. That’s where this service comes in! We promise anonymity to each individual. We will not share what you desire delivered. No payment is needed. Format: To help us out, we need some information. Please include a paper next to your letter/item telling us the following. 1. Where is this being sent? What city/town? Is there an address number? 2. What is your name? If there is an issue during transport, let us know where to contact you! Mailmouse Pledge: I pledge not to steal from the person putting their trust in me to deliver their items. I pledge not to question the items and/or letters I am delivering. I pledge to do my best to deliver the items/letters within a year’s time. If you are interested in being a mailmouse and agree to the pledge, please send word via bird or voice to Copper in Babblebrook! We do not accept bigguns as mailmice during this time. Halflings are an exception.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ A history of the Musin’s newest jolly holiday ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/569142471634799243/) ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ When the wind goes cold and the ground is a powdery, white layer. That is a sign that a time of cheer draws near. Just last Whisker month the Musin of Babblebrook village came together to discuss a new tradition that they have been thinking about for a few years. Looking at the holiday of the orcs known as “KRUGSMAS” they found it was fun and enjoyable, from the concept to the activities it offered and would take this holiday and tailor it to their own tastes and preferences. This action lead to their newest addition to their holidays known as “Musmas” pronounced (Muse-mas). BELIEFS A popular belief of this holiday is that the Giant awakens from his slumber in order to give gifts to his favorite little friends from hundreds of years ago, these gifts can range vastly from just a really good day to maybe finding a dropped mina on the ground. The Giant gives those who have been delightful amazing dreams on the night before. But those who have been bad to the core will receive a horrible nightmare of their actions and their consequences but instead of their victims being in anguish it is them in that position as a punishment and reminder that he wants you to take the time to think of your life and the lives of others thoroughly and make good decisions. PURPOSE This holiday is about baking and collecting candy or any other kind of goodie and on Musmas day giving them out to others who celebrate the holiday alongside you as a symbol of your companionship and wanting to give. On Musmas day those who celebrate gather by any point they choose such as a town square, large tree, or tavern and wish eachother good cheer for the year with smiles and laughter all around. The holiday is observed Whisker yearly in the frigid month. Anyone can observe it and participate. ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

(Anyone traveling near Babblebrook Village would smell a salty, savory smell rising from vents in the deep underground. Following one's nose would eventually lead to a colorful flyer pasted near the entrance of the underground.) "Welcome to Mush-Burger Palace! We are a new Musin-owned business in Babblebrook Village. We make food for the masses to fill the hungry bellies of our growing Musin community deep inside Babblebrook Village." "We serve our famous “Mush-Burger”, a 100% fungus-based meat alternative patty served with all the fixings. We have our favorite mush-soup hot and ready 24 hours a day. All of our products are mush-based and contain no cruelty-causing meats, cheeses or sauces." "We stand proudly by our “Wee Eat Free” policy. Simply stand next to our measuring tape to prove your wee-ness and enjoy your next meal for free!" "We are now hiring for our Winter Internship Program. You will learn all the ins and outs of the fast-paced fast-food business. By the end of the Program, you will be ready to go out and start your own Mush-Burger franchise." Thanks for reading! Li'l Knave - Mushburger Shift Coordinator

[!] Small missives were scattered across Aevos. The symbol of Babblebrook stamped upon them. This is a message to any remaining descendants of the Musin Knights of the Cheese Table, who's grand search for the king who will unite Musinkind was made aware to me just the other night. My name is King Patches of the Musin Village of Babblebrook, and I extend my hand out to you in greeting and invitation to my village. I would like to discuss with you this prophecy I've been told and to request your aid in building up Babblebrook and making our kingdom better for our people. I don't know if this will reach you, but if it does, please come to Dunwen. I'll be sure to try and welcome you as best as I can. Kindest Regards~ Patches King of the Musin

MUSIN SPEND PLENTY OF THEIR DAY HAVING TWO OLOGS IN WEIGHT WORTH OF FUN. WHY DONT YOU? Hello, that is right you read it right. The secrets of Musin fun and games are being told. Let’s waste no time and get to it already. THE RAT RACE Best played with a total group of 5 The Rat Race has four players running and skulking around a selected territory of land that is chosen for the game’s ground. Any amount of Items the players wish will be hidden throughout the grounds by whoever cares too though it is recommended to have someone who wasn’t planning on playing hiding these items or an extremely forgetful friend. Roles Now for the roles in the game there are only two; The Hungering andThe Fleeing. The Hungering is very simple, their goal is to track down the Fleeing and tag them with any appendage they have free. They are identified at the start of the game and are given a head covering with eye slots, and a slot to breathe. They three times a round may shout aloud for the Fleeing to scream out and thus reveal where they hide if the shout of The Hungering is heard. Each one that heard it must this. Now once A Fleeing is tagged they must hold there position as the Hungering has them lay or sit on the ground and look down as this Fleeing is now out of the game until a fellow Fleeing save them with a certain one of the items that is hidden [touched on later in the hidden gems section]. The Fleeing on the other hand are vastly different as they must hide and run away from The Hungering in order to find the set amount of items and win. The Fleeing always outnumber The Hungering but this doesn’t make them any more resilient against The Hungering as fighting back with real physical violence or emotional isn’t allowed or having someone else do it for them. The Fleeing must remain within the selected playing grounds or risk being caught and labeled as out or disqualified if the one catching them is feeling serious that day about the game (this goes for The Hungering too). The Fleeing must find the amount of items hidden around the selected territory and bring them together as a horde where the game first started at. This horde can not be tampered with by anyone except for two items [touched on later in the hidden gems section] Once all hidden items are found and in the horde pile the Fleeing have won the game and to cement their victory they must then leave the selected territory. Be warned though confident Fleers that The Hungering is still after you and can tag you still and stop as many as they can get from leaving the grounds. The Fleeing have an ability like The Hungering does, they each once a round may let loose a sharp whistle or any noise and if heard by The Hungering, The Hungering must reveal where they are currently seeking at by yelling out verbally or letting loose a noise. THE HIDDEN GEMS Hidden throughout the territory and sought after by The Fleeing collecting Hidden Gems is an objective that is a core point of the game. Before the game even starts they must be hidden in the agreed upon playing grounds by someone and the locations can not be shared to any of the players by the one who hide them the only two details that must be shared is the amount and special properties. Two will have a note or be verbally told by the one who hid them that they have a special property. The first special property is Frightening Feast the item with this property is the only thing that can be used against The Hungering, when a player who has it in their possession is being pursued by The Hungering they may show it to them and The Hungering must shut their eyes and stop in place for ten seconds (/countdown 10. Command run by them) giving The Fleeing time to run away and carry on with their duties this may only be used once a round and announced when it is used, attempting it twice will result in nothing occurring. The second special item property is The Second Course this item property allows the one holding it to bring a play that is tagged and out back into the game, this can be used on themselves even when they wish. This property is a one time use and attempting to use it again will result in nothing and be considered cheating. The one using this must announce their usage of it in any semi-audible tone they wish (#q, #rp, #s. The player can choose). If these items are deposited into the horde pile before their usage any player may take them out and use them before having to return them back to the horde. Being tagged Being tagged isn’t the end of the world though for you Fleers. During your tagged state any items you have found and have on you may be given to a fellow Fleeing that is passing by and either approaches you or can hear you in a medium range (#w-#rp). They can not be waved over though meaning your voice is your greatest aid here, though if a player is mute or just overly shy waving will be allowed for them and only them. Tagged individuals may also not reveal any information on hidden objects. They are tagged until saved by the item with The Second Course property attached to them. WRITER’S NOTES: The game is meant to be all in good fun, don’t let your pride and ego get in the way of this. And happy running players. -Sincerely, Giggles the Musin

[!] All through Aveos through each town and village even scattered in the wind was a missive written on a thin paper sheet that smelt of slightly of cookies to grace a reader’s nose “Good morning, afternoon, evening, or even night reader. Did you know that you are invited to a grand picnic in Babblebrook, Dunfárthing? No this isn’t a joke this is your invitation to come and sit with the weefolk and us even weer friends of theirs, the Musin! This gather is to take place in ten stone days. It will include plenty of food and drink and we invite you to bring your own special dishes along with fishing and at the end a competition using nothing but junk and scraps that you must create something new and original out of for a prize of 50 mina and I will pay your taxes on a property you own for that year. We look forward to seeing you there.” -Sincerely, Ser Do’Spuds Loa’chil

To all those who may be considered small: Gnomes, Musin, and even stray Halflings, The Halflings of Dunwen wish to let you know that we have land already set aside for you if you wish to take it. We are small, the world is big and dangerous; together we can help defend each other and live our lives the way we wish without biggun interference. It is our wish here in the village, that any who may fit into this category come find us if they are ever in need of shelter, and together we can thrive. We have land already set aside for gnomes and space for musin as well, if any wish to join us we want you to know we will in no way interfere with your cultural practices as long as they do not bring harm to any who reside within our lands. We will not force you to pay taxes or attend some random number of events with us, we simply wish to grow alongside each other. The Gnome Area, ready to go. Y'all will have free reign to edit your space as you wish. Sincerely, Dolly Peregrin, Elder of Dunwen.

A leather-bound tome lies unattended. The pages are stark and clean, suggesting a recent publishing, or attempts at preservation. You pick it up, curious at the title- what are Long Pigs? The answer is likely not what you hoped. To Cook a Longpig Authored by Barbog, Grubgoth of the Iron’Uzg Translated by the Orcish Cultural Revival And Purity project (OCRAP) For too long, brothers and sisters of the Uruk-hai have been left in the dark by the master butchers and Grubgoths of Uruk society. Perhaps these were never meant to be left secret, or forgotten by the masses, but as times and traditions change, so too has our knowledge of the past. Whilst many brothers may still seek out and butcher the longpig like in days past, there is a distinct lack of etiquette about it, and the dishes prepared (if they can even be called such) featuring longpig are woefully inadequate at best, and a slap in the face of Glutros at worst. I shall do my part in redeeming my misguided brothers, sisters, and any who fancy a decent meal of the most coveted meat. TO BUTCHER A LONGPIG As we all know, there are many types of longpig in the world. From the gamey, lean cutlets of the Mali, to the chewy gristle notable in Dweddish meat. Each variety of longpig brings unique textures and exotic tastes to any dish, but all maintain similar anatomy- and thus, similar cuts. Below is a detailed sketch, drafted by a close friend and confidant- whom I paid in meals, of course! The following parts have been carefully labelled and separated on the drawing; Head, ears, jowl, snout, neck, blades, shoulders, hock, back-fat, arms, hands, ribs, flank, belly, loin, rump, lower hock, leg, shank, and feet. Please take careful note of abnormal, non-descendent races. As one might expect, the belching Wonk or the limber Hou-Zi will undoubtedly be cut differently, as their anatomy grows further from traditional longpig cuts. The Musin shan’t be more than a snack. TO MAKE A MEAL OF LONGPIG Whilst cooking the meat itself is none too dissimilar from a hock of lamb or pig belly, one must be careful when selecting your sides! Longpig has a very distinct tone, and, due to its exotic nature, should not be wasted on unfitting dishes. My personal recommendations are as follows: HUMAN - As time-tested-and-true as beef or pig itself. While certainly a cut above livestock, if not just for the hunt involved in procuring this meat, I personally feel that you have better options. Truly, Longpig is meant to be a rare delicacy, and the abundance of humans leave this rather paradoxical- and the tastes and textures themselves are certainly nothing to write home about. If you were to create a barbaric or uncultured dish, then human meat suits perfectly. Burgers and bacon, perhaps, but leave serving longpig before a king to the Mali or Kha. ELF - As much as they may protest when alive, when you get down to the fundamentals- the flesh itself- they’re really all quite similar. Indeed, the tender, gamey, supple meat of the Mali are among my favorite dishes. I cannot speak highly enough of the feasts I have turned the odd botanist or researcher into. Perhaps it is their natural femininity, or their inclination to bookish things, but elves have an unrivaled, juicy tenderness. The finest of red wines, and the most expensive, outlandish sides could never be enough to compete with the meat itself- but perhaps they may make it better by comparison. DWARF - As the stout, tough race toils hard in their mines and are born with muscles taut as stone, so too is this reflected in their meat. If you wish to cook evenly and deeply with this longpig (or shall we call them shortpig?) , then a good tenderizer and elbow grease is required. I can assure you, though, that they make a most excellent brisket if you do, and there is no better iteration of pulled longpig meat, than that painstakingly torn from the Dwed. HALFLING - While it wounds me as a friend of the Weefolk to have to record an entry that may be mistaken as encouraging their slaughter, I only do so in the highest regard as an objective chef. They are, as one may expect, quite similar to the flesh of the human that some allege they originate from. They have more ‘earthy’ notes to them, which some have suggested come from the divergence of ancestry. This pairs well with heady beers and hard liquors. Should you come across the meat of the half-men, I can only suggest one thing; avoid the feet. They are tough, covered in calluses many, many layers deep, and unlike shucking a clam, does not reward you with good grub. WONK - Their anatomy is, quite simply, repulsive to most casual consumers. Even the meat itself is slick and slimy, and the only cure is to char it into a brick- a cardinal sin that no true cook should ever commit. You have two options when it comes to the Wonk as longpig. You may either attempt to recreate certain seafood dishes with Wonk meat, leveraging that sliminess as one might the slippery raw squid, or slick watery vegetables. This, in my opinion, is the best choice for most of the Wonk’s body… except for their hock, leg, and shank. These are fatty and have a texture somewhere between soft fish and poultry. Best when sauteed and stewed! Fun fact: Wonk legs do not stiffen up as fast as most animals upon their demise, and may even twitch when heated up in cooking! HOU-ZI - An odd choice- and I say that proceeding the Wonk! Whilst there are similarities between the Hou-Zi, and races such as halflings and humans, they are an entirely different beast- No offense to Hou-Zi intended! Truly, they ought not be hunted for their meat, as it is rather bland and chewy in the most unpalatable way. Instead, the true delicacy of the Hou-Zi is in the mind… And I say that in the most physical sense. Chilled Hou-Zi brains. Do not question it, merely enjoy it. KHA - Whilst Kha are very few and far between these days, I would argue that only makes the already-exotic taste of the meat feel only that much more so! Truly, in days where Kha would roam our borders in droves, were days where the Ilzgûl blessed our civilizations. There is something so… utterly indescribably, in the juices of Kha meat. I cannot stress this enough- this meat NEEDS to be served rare, if not raw. Any dangers of undercooked meat are well worth the suffering when beer-basted Kha precedes it. MUSIN - Musin themselves have little meat, and are best served as a side of their own. However, should you find yourself with many little mouse-meals, you may find that they are best incorporated as half-dish. Meals such as a mushroom-and-musin kebab, or a chunky stew, would be a wonderful use for these little snacks. SEZZIKBEKK - While their bodies are quite unappealing at first glance, they hold much meat in their more ‘avian’ parts- the thighs, breast, and (on some specimens with less-twisted appendages), wing-meat. Whilst these may be used as a replacement for more common fowl, such as chicken or partridge, they truly shine when deep-fried. Indeed, while I find few things more delicious in this world than Krugtucky Fried Chicken, I have found their equal in Fried Sezzikbekk. TO PLATE A LONGPIG This will, of course, vary by the meat itself, and how you cook it. Humans, halflings, dwarves, and the like will be suitable as plain affairs- one would not be remiss to see human sliders on a plain ceramic tray, and for good reason. For more ‘exotic’ meats, then rest assured, I recommend firmly to play this up in their presentation. Sauteed wonk with a smooth Teriyaki sauce, Musin kebabs wrapped in palm leaves with carefully-threaded skewers connecting the cutlets, and Deep-Fried Sezzibekk stacked like a tower, with garlic powder and shredded kaktuz sprinkled from high above. All of these are presentations I have seen with my own eyes, and they never cease to entertain and enthrall even the most well-fed of critics. Go with your intuition here, but I must repeat from earlier; do not waste your longpig. The taking of a life is much more special here- a cow or chicken are penned and dumb, and the act of bringing one to your table is of absolutely no note. The battle that wins you a prime dish-to-be of longpig, however, means that the meat itself deserves a higher level of respect. Perhaps you may attempt to recreate aspects of that very battle in your plating, but at the very least it makes an entertaining story to share. AFTERWORD Whilst my advocacy for the consumption and proper preparation of longpig cannot be understated, I do not intend for this book to inspire my brothers and sisters to become butchers for the sake of sport. It is the very act of a well-fought battle that makes the meat taste that much more succulent, the comedy of serving a belly cut deep by your friend’s arrow, that is to truly ‘make the meal’. To turn them into common chattel is right-out. Livestock has grown complacent, boring, and dare I say, a turn-off to many chefs. Respect the intent behind serving longpig, by not abusing the source the Ilzgûl have so generously provided. They are the sustenance after a battle, not some simpering beast to be penned and bred for grub alone. But, above all else; Cook well, my friends. -Barbog

[!] Musin Guard propaganda is pinned to The Mousehole notice board. It consists of a short song and a tapestry with a catchline. ♫ We are fighters through and through, Blood of Musin the Brave, blood of Crumlin and his crew, With them in mind, our paragons of virtue Mastery and efficiency, we will pursue Vermin Ratiki and adversary, shall be slew For our ancestors, we pay our dues! ♫ OOC: Join The Musin Guard here!

[!] A job opportunity is posted up on The Mousehole noticeboard. THE MUSIN GUARD The official guardforce of The Mousehole, with the primary purpose of protecting the shanty town from any threat. Musin are trained to hone in on their advantages in combat such as agility and awareness, as well as improve their overall skills. The group is not intended for fighting wars. THE HIERARCHY All ranks are to be referred to as [Full Title] [First Name] when working, besides Head Scout who's title will be shortened to Head [First Name]. GUARD A Musin part of the Guard. GUARD SUB-SECTORS SENTINEL A guard who only does duty inside The Mousehole. SCOUT A guard who regularly attends missions outside of the Mousehole. HEALER Specialist in healing rather than combat. Goes on missions with the Scouts. HEAD SCOUT A scout leader may or may not be appointed by the Captain to oversee missions. CAPTAIN Leader of the entire guard. Everyone in the guard acts under their orders. Their orders also go if it is a matter of urgent safety in The Mousehole. REQUIREMENTS All of The Musin Guard must be of age (15 years minimum) and in adequate mental and physical health. [!] A form for Musin to fill in. JOIN THE GUARD Name: Age: Sub-sector: Sentinel [ ] Scout [ ] Healer [ ] OOC MC Username: Discord:

[!] Flyers are posted up, one before the Urguan entrance and another onto The Mousehole noticeboard. THE BAUDELAIRE TROVE CLOCKWORK & ANTIQUES The Baudelaire Trove is a quaint shop, specialising in the sale of antique items and clocks, particularly pocket watches. Most items are one of a kind, available only till they're not. You can find us tucked away in a quiet corner of Almaris; The Mousehole, beneath Urguan. Look left of The Cuckoo Post! We also buy unique items. Speak to Thyme Baudelaire to arrange a Trove purchase. Thyme Baudelaire, Owner Oregano Baudelaire, Co-owner OOC: If you buy anything from the shop, you can pm me on discord RIO#8249 for an image reference of it :) <3

The Mousehole A town devoid of life, despiriting. A town stagnated, silent. When I peer out from the windows of my dwelling every morning, afternoon, evening and night, that is what I see. For so long now, this has been the state of affairs in The Mousehole. A keeper should not be there simply to take care of taxes, but people also. Keeper Toffee has made her best efforts to do so. Lamentably, she no longer has the mental energy for the job. She leaves the following message for us all: Our race has faced tremendous hardship. As Musin, we have spent many decades from the years of Crumlin, merely surviving. We deserve to thrive. I look to create an environment in which each and every Musin family can do so. When you sleep at night in The Mousehole, I want for you to feel warmth knowing you are being watched over. I am stepping up to this task, not as the representative of Musinkind, but of our home. ⚜ Thyme Baudelaire Keeper of The Mousehole, Owner of The Baudelaire Trove, Watchmaker. [!] Copies of the letter are pinned to the doors of every Musin home. Upon entering The Mousehole town square, one may notice that the once small campfire had been piled up into a bonfire, with more sitting space than there previously was. OOC: Hello! If we've never spoken before, I'm Rio or Mario. I've been roleplaying on LOTC for over 2 years and have previously led the halflings in Brandybrook for 9 months. I hope that the Musin created by Slorbin and others will be around for a long time ❤️

An Open Letter to Boss Toffee, Heir of the Crumbling Keep. I am a musin, some of you may know me as Toast. My Brother Egg and I have long labored in pursuit of prosperity for our people and our ways. In recent years we have suffered greatly at the hands of descendants and though we are not fighters we are not without our defenses, not without our cleverness, not without minds capable of greater feats than we have committed to. The Alchemical arts are not beyond us as many would claim, we are not an ignorant nor ignoble people. Under your leadership Boss Toffee more musin have died than in any other point in history since Great Musin himself lead our escape from the clutches of Ratiki, your juvenile behavior and inaction have acted as a bad apple amongst the buschel and spoiled the lot. We are capable of more, we are going to be more. It is now a plea for your sensibilities, will you submit to the truth of your inefficacies as leader and step aside that a more bold and clever Musin might be elected to lead, or shall you sit upon your high horse and dawdle to postpone peaceful resolution and make violent revolution the inevitable solution? Make your decision, step up or step aside for every moment you wait our people dwindle and die and we can afford your thumb twiddling no longer. Dictated, I cannot read -Toast.

Dear halflings, Firstly, I must introduce myself. My name is Thyme Baudelaire. I am a Musin living in The Mousehole, a dwelling deep in the Urguan caverns. I have been visiting your village, Bramblebury, and met a few very pleasant halfling peoples, who made me feel welcome in their home. In turn, I wish to invite you all to mine, and to meet more of you cordial folk. It seems to me the Musin and halflings are not too different, from our stature to our love of food. We shall sit around the campfire and enjoy marshmallows among other sweets, you may grab a drink from our tea shop or tavern too! Perhaps each bring some items over to trade, as I hear halflings like to do so. This invitation is for one week from now. I do hope you'll accept. (OOC: Monday 7th June, 6pm EST/11pm BST) Thyme Baudelaire Owner of The Baudelaire Trove, Watchmaker, Commander of The Mousehole.

The Great Gumball Heist The Musin of the Mouse Hole are proud to announce the first major recycling operation of Almaris. On the 8th of The Deep Cold, in the year 24 of the second Age, the Broken Tap Tavern was seen packed to the brim full of Musin discussing a mischievous operation. Squeaks of info were heard about an operation regarding the Orenian Candy Store. The plan was simple. Recycle the Candy Shop's gumball machine. As the brave Musin began to pack for their journey, the little Musiletts prepared raspberry stew for their final meal before departure. The brave musin gathered their bags and prepped the cart for their journey. As they rolled the cart out of the cave and through the exit of Urguan they had one mission, retrieve the gumball machine. As they arrived to the gate of oren, they had swiftly convinced a man to let them through the citizen doors. Little to be known, this was almost their demise. The man had trapped them in the doors and ran off with a smirk on his face. It seemed as if all hope was lost. It was only till one kind ISA guard let the muslin through the gates that they would be set free. The plan was still ago. While all but two Musin left for the piano store, two Musin headed to the candy shop to loosen the bolts on the gumball machine. If it were not for the brave Musin that played the pianos with their soul, the plan would have been foiled. As the music playing Musin scurried to the candy shop, one man followed. The man saw the Musin attempting to lift the gumball machine and attempted to call for the ISA. One Musin jumped up and stole the mans glasses, forfeiting his ability to find an ISA officer. The Musin quickly places the gumball machine on the cart, and rolled it out of the city as fast as they could. After hauling the cart over the side walls, and a bit if dexterity based activity, the Musin had successfully acquired the gumball machine. Signed,

Musin Marblz [!] Notes would be passed around Almaris and also given out with every bag of Key's marbles. "Musin Marblz! These arr the rooles to play it! Make a sircle in the dirt or ouut of something like string. Poor the bag of marblz into the sircle. Take the big pushers out of the sircle and give one to your opoonant opponent. You both take terns pushing the pushers into the sircle from ouutside the sircle until one of yuu has 200 points. Yuu get points bye pushing marblz ouut of the sircle. A wood marbl is 5 points, stone marbl is 10 points, a claye is 15, glass is 20 and orem ahrom auroom gold is 40. Yuu can-not push marblz out of the sircle wif your paws (or hands)" [!] The note is signed in big red letters. -Key

Musin Wingsuits Why Musin? The simple answer is that Musin have an extremely low muscle mass, and therefore a low weight comparative to their body. Description Musin Wingsuits are designed to give the user the ability to glide. Most Musin or people with some experience can create them. The 'wings' are created out of fabrics or any material available that is viable. The material is double layered, and is sealed on the outsides. The first layer of the wing (The 'first' being the one facing the ground) is punctured in a specific array carefully that allows for air to be trapped within the wing and slow downward movement. The wings are attached directly to leather which can be strapped around a leg or arm. The leather should cover as much surface area as possible, only leaving the knees, elbows, or any points that need to move uncovered. For the midsection of the body, a piece of wood or hardened leather can be used to bind the wings to the body, thus increasing the surface area that the wings are connected to. The purpose of this is to catch the air as you descend, slowing down your speed, and transferring that into forward movement. It is imperative that there is little spacing between the body and the wings. A successful wingsuit would also boast fabric in between the legs, helping to steer and glide better. The fabric between the legs of the user would not have the same holes as the wings, and would be slightly looser than the primary wings. The purpose of this is to allow slightly more air to escape through the secondary wings, and propel you forward. Usage Putting on the wingsuits depends on the model. The most sensical option would have whatever holds the wing to your body strap on with laces like a boot or belt straps. A good order for equipping the suit and it’s parts would go as such: main body, upper legs, lower legs, lower arms, and upper arms. Walking with the suit on is somewhat awkward. It would not allow for a full range of motion with your legs, but not restrict it entirely. The secondary wings would make it easy to trip on terrain other than flat. The loosely hanging fabric (if used) would make it easy for it to get snagged on. In general, the suit would be quite uncomfortable and annoying for long term use. Redlines Wingsuits DO NOT allow the user to fly. ONLY GLIDE. Wingsuits CANNOT be used to reach higher locations (there are exceptions). Users that are not considered light cannot use this invention. It simply does not make sense. The heavier, the more you will fall instead of glide. Extra Notes Wingsuits could possibly be used for any race, though I believe it’s the most viable with Musin with the current technology developed in the world of LOTC (there could be much more I do not know about, but I am going off of what I see). Developed by, Guppy Gups