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An beatiful paitning of the Aurentian Alps could be seen The mountains. It is said that like how waves tower on the beaches, so do the mountains tower over that of the land. Perhaps it could even be said that the mountains are the waves of the land. The waves are a beautiful sight to behold on the beach and such are the mountains on the land. There are many beautiful waves in this land of Almaris… but there is one only truly great mountain range, that of the Aurentian Alps. The Aurentian alps… a luscious mountain escape from the busy world. Luscious and green were the long flowing grasses on those hills. The air always felt fresh and clean. As one traveled up those mountains, one could feel the warm sun peeking over the alps. As the gentle light of the sun embraced you and the beauty of the nature around you met you, one could almost feel the embrace of God himself. And on those alps lay a lovely Viscounty called Hohengarten on the Outremont pass. It was a lovely keep with its bright colors and grape vines that supplied many a beautiful and lovely wine for feasts. The house, like the alps itself, contained plenty of greenery and flowers. In fact, it was almost as if the House was essentially a part of the alps itself in its beauty There existed in that lovely Viscounty, a lovely family. A kind but proud grandmother with a gentle-hearted grandfather. Currently, she shared that household with her 8 children, and her 4 children and daughter-in law of her adopted son. She had a total of 8 grandchildren. Half of them came from her adopted family. And in that adopted family, there existed a cute little blonde boy named Richard von Leopold, the twin brother to Peter Von Leopold and younger brother to his sister Helena and Anne von Leopold. And in that lovely family, the young child Richard was sent on a quest to explore his beautiful little world in the mountains and return with a precious item. “Richard, mein grandson, find zhe item dur Uncle James left on one of the mountain peaks near here… trust mich mein grandson du vill it know vhen du have found it” A Portrait of the young Richard Von Lepold could be seen here And so young Richard Von Leopold began his quest. Armed with a small sword, some food his mother had prepared for him and with hugs and kisses from his sisters and brothers, he walked along those verdant alps, the sun just starting to peak over those tall Alpan mountains. As he walked up those mountains, he breathed in the fresh country air. Perhaps it was a wonderful thing that Hohengarten stood so far out from the world. It was peaceful, away from the troubles of the world. Away from those evil Adrians and those evil Mori who seemed beset upon conquering his little mountain world in the Laurentian Alps. He felt the breeze of the light country air, as the wind was slowed and gentle. The breeze itself was a product of strong winds meeting the even stronger and mighty Alpan mountains that forced the winds to slow, making their breezes gentle and calm. The air felt invigorating and full of life in those luscious mountains. Richard continued his hike, he climbed up on a mountain and he would reach its peak and with a light huff, he found there to be nothing and sighed “Awww, nien, nien, nien!” he said in frustration. He would then look to the other mountains that his grandmother had pointed to and realized he maybe had 5 more to go to! He sighed and kept walking, his legs quite strong and able for a lad his age. For, he had always been an excited lad, running around his quant house and mansion in Hohengarten and never getting tired. Now, what most people don’t realize is that life in the Alps is a bit harder on newer visitors. The high altitudes often tended to make newcomers to Hohengarten a bit shorter of breath than they were used to living in lower altitudes. Eventually, as one got used to living so high above, one would adapt to mountain life and find themselves to be more capable of doing things and last longer in their exercises. But Richard, a child his age, would have no idea of this and he kept walking amazed at just how far he had traveled. His home vanished into the mountains as he continued his walk. Richard would then find the second mountain and climb to its top only to find no object upon its peak. With a sigh, the young Waldenian would find himself thirsty and after drinking the bottle of water that he had. He found himself needing more and so he stood tall upon that mountain and like an eagle he looked around until he found a small creek that he could use that took him to the direction of the third mountain top. And after a bit of a struggle the young Waldenian made it to the creek and would proceed to drink from it. Splashing some of the water in his face, his cute rosey cheeks would redden at the coldness of the creek but it would be a refreshing feeling given his weary traveling so far. The young Richard looked around and smiled for the mountains truly do bring upon great small little wonder and this place was one of them. An protrait of the creek could be seen made by a young Richard Von Leopold for the next time he traveled to this creek The noon sun made the young lilies shined brightly, their petals if felt would have felt soft to the touch. They had a wonderful smell to them and as Richard plucked one. He would giggle and smile at the softness of the lilies and its wonderful. “Ich zhould save zhis and give it to mozher und find anozher for grandmutter” he said with a smile as he took two lilies and put them in his bag. The grass like the lilies, showed a bright shade of green. They were as high as Richard ankles, undisturbed by the presence of man in these mountains as hikers and travelrs were few in this section of the Alps and so Richard like the young lad he was, rolled around in the grass like a child, giggling and laughing like many young little Waldenian children do. As he rolled, the dandelions that were in the grass, would realize their fluffs, surprised by the presence of the child. As he smelled the grass… he could feel something.. Almost as if he could feel the alps themselves speaking to him. And then with a happy and tired sigh, he would stand up and realize “Ich should travel to zhe next mountain!” he said with a giggle and trying his best to remember how he got here for another time. He would then proceed to hike up the third mountain, his legs been rested at the creek, he would proceed to walk onto its peak and finally as he reached the peak he saw the sword stuck in between two rocks in the mountain. Hours at passed, it had long been since mid-day but the sun was still brightly shining. It was msolty likely 3-4 in the day. He giggled in elation as he finally found the sword and he would quickly move to take it. The sword was a bit heavier for Richard… but it came with a backstrap and so he used and put the sword on his back as he returned home. An image of the sword with its scabbard could be seen After that, Richard would then proceed to return home with the only companion he had with him in his travels… the Sun, for it it had been there when he started his trail and now, it was setting down over the mountains as Richard knocked on the door to Hohengarten. “Hallo! It’s mich Richard!” At those words, an elderly red-haired lady, followed by her younger adult red-head daughters and son, a young blonde mother carried in tow with her adolescent blonde twin daughters rushed over to Richard. What came next was a series of hugs and kisses and jubilancy in Hohengarten. “Grandmutter! Ich found zhe svord!” he said then giving her the sword and with that his grandmother Cosima, Countess of Hohengarten would smile “Zhat’s mein gutte little grandson!” she said taking the sword, hugging her grandson and placing a kiss on his forehead. And then looking to her now growing family, she would smile and say “Come! Now we celebrate” she said, then ushering the family to the upside patio, where a wonderful Waldenian dinner would be prepared. A portrait of a sunset over the Aurentian Alps could be seen

The time scythe, stolen from the past, glows blue in its dark corner. The time has come. As the Mori approach the realms of Man, Elf, Dwarf, and Orc, so to does something occur in Bywater, land of the halflings. Shards of time once split from reality coalesce together. [!] A note is pinned to the Bywater Notice-Tree: "Tea in the Applefoot burrow next Sun's Smile! Adventurers and wanderers welcome! ~Mimosa Applefoot-Nimblefoot" ((Event 5 PM EST, Sunday the 16th of April, 2023. Located in Bywater, home of the halflings on Almaris.))

[!] A note is pinned to the Bywater Quest Board TO VANQUISH EVIL! ~Brave adventurers gather in the tavern!~ EVIL still lurks in Bywater, hidden from sight, yet still working its ill-doings on the good hard-working halfmen and halfwomen of the village! It is time to put an end to this! We shall strike forth and destroy evil once and for all! This is an A+ rank quest, significant pipeweed rewards will be given out to the surviving adventurers! Leave no stone unturned! ~Mimosa Applefoot, Quest Office Officer, Mayor of Bywater. ((Event at 6 PM EST, Saturday the 11th of March, 2023, located within Bywater, the home of the halflings on Almaris. Directions to Bywater: ))

[!] All around the lands of the Cloud Temple, you can sense that something greater once existed. The aqueducts by the lake and the ruined gate of the Northern Pass are not creations from this era, as any scholar of modern halfling culture could tell you. These monoliths of stone that now stand rotting in the wind and rain are but a faint memory of what came before, and of what great civilization must have built them. [!] As you come across the gate, you find a message carved onto it. Graffiti, perhaps. It reads: "What -nce w-s shall be a-ain" What a strange message.

[!] A new paper hangs from the Bywater Quest-Board Investigations Earlier today, a frog hopped towards me and whispered in my ear of the coming danger to Bywater. We all are well aware of the cultists who abused our hospitality to hide among us, yet not one of us knows what strange things these people were hiding. They have left our village, yet their cottage remains. I am commissioning a group of adventurers to search the cottage and find anything off about it. This is a level B quest, suitable for beginner adventurers. May Knox save us all! ~Mayor of Bywater, head secretary of the Quest Office Mimosa Applefoot. ((8 PM EST, Tomorrow on Thursday the 16th of February, 2/16/2023. Located within Bywater, the home of the halflings on Almaris. Directions to Bywater: ))

[!] A notice is put up on the Bywater noticeboard FIRE BREATHING LIZARD! ~The horrifying lizard strikes at the innocent!~ TERROR! FEAR! DESTRUCTION! The FIRE-BREATHING LIZARD of the Bywater Jungles MUST be stopped, AT ALL COSTS! This is a tier A+ Quest! Only some expenses will be spared when outfitting adventurers to deal with this threat! ALL ADVENTURERS, ASSEMBLE! ~Mimosa Applefoot, local halfling and Mayor of Bywater ((6 PM EST, TODAY on Sunday the 5th of February, 2/5/2023. Located within Bywater, the home of the halflings on Almaris. Directions to Bywater: ))

By order of Princess Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata a Notif has been issued and opened to the public as a whole Upon hearing of the discovery of the Pygmy Flint Lizard, which is small, scaled and winged; this missive is published today with the intention of gathering one of every color to become a hoard of Lizards for the Princess Sofia de Pelear. The list goes as so, for those intentions to take up the task: One brown. One beige. One lime green. One dark green. One yellow. One red. And one blue. For the individual to bring them all to her, a reward will be granted of 300 minas. May DIOS guide you! Viva Hyspia! Signed, Her Highness, Sofia de Pelear, Princess of Hyspia