Tol Goldora/Kettle Visits Tol Goldora

Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook

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"Help is what you will receive Darren. Ensure that you find a scroll of healing as soon as possible. Enlist the realm's adventures or the various guilds. Yet, if the Zuma come, I expect you to be in Tol Goldora. It is my responsibility now to ensure no harm comes to my nobility from my lack of foresight." Standing up from his chair, the Autarch finished: "I hope for all our sakes we have a resolution for this war and the Daimon, we can't do both."

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Roleplay from Darren Rea

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"I understand, Lord Navarch." Darren followed suit, standing just a little too quickly. The sudden movement had put him on edge immediately, but at least he had managed to curb the impluse to draw blades. "I will travel just to the edge of the the northeren border, and the rogue regions there. I need some gold, but then I will stay in my home outside the walls of the city until you require me. I'm... unwelcome in the adventuring guilds since...um...well, maybe Eddie can help."

Darren Rea (Noble)

Roleplay from Darren Rea

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With a short bow, Darren made his exit from the study ahead of the ruler, careful to keep his distance, and careful to disappear into the shadows of the suite before Solomon could do something unfortunate like try to show him the front door. His rope still was safely tucked behind the window jam, and a matter of moments with the quick connect and a pair of tugs, and he found himself back in the attic space with his troupe. His face must have said enough, since Bernard clapped him on the back, and Alera smiled softly. "We are staying, arn't we, Sir?" "Yes, Bernard. we are."

Darren Rea (Noble)

Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook

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Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Roleplaying Event from Kettle

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There was much joy as a stream of color worked its way slowly across the lands. Joy from the brightly dressed humans that accompanied the very large, very fluffy colored rabbit. Not so much joy from anything that stood against them. They joined with some groups of Daimons that had strayed from their homelands, Kettle giving them instructions and commanding them to battle. These other Daimons varied in sizes and shapes and in appearance from beauty to abhorrent. A cleansing was left on the lands they walked through, there destination wasn’t far, and nothing would be standing in their way.

Kettle

Roleplay from Dartholomew Nifelleisca

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Dartholomew's servants and retainers were in a great consternation as Dartholomew became almost giddy with excitement at Kettle's rumoured return. They had always served loyally. And had heard of the past incident when an arm's skin was chewed and regurgitated. They didn't want their lord to pet the daimonic bunny, but they knew not what to do. Some wished for another liege.

Dartholomew Nifelleisca (Knight of Lavendrow)

Roleplay from Gwyn

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Gwyn watched the parade pass with some interest. He had never seen a Daimon up close, but stayed far enough away that the throng of humans following the infamous Kettle would not chase him down for a meal. Strange times. Strange times. As he traveled Tol Goldora, rumors reached him. Rumors of a man claiming to be from Asylon was roaming the realm. Now, the Daimons, the Asylonians' former friends, are marching through the realm as well. The young adventurer felt eyes upon him. Many eyes locking him in place. Was this it? Had he gotten too close? The branch beneath his feet cracked under his weight, and the feeling startled him back into action, and sent him bolting away before he could figure out what was looking at him.

Gwyn (Commoner)

Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook

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Golden Farrow Strolling the cities, Solomon took some time to talk to Captain Gunther. While he certainly didn't like the man, he had immense respect for his abilities, thus used his insight for advice upon occasion. As they approached the armouries and recruitment centres, Solomon broke the silence: "This army needs to be able to break walls Gunther. I want to see maybe 1500 men and women in the docks." Gunther looked at his ruler in a stirred glare: "Navar... Autarch, 1500 is asking alot of the realm, are you sure negotiations will fail?" Passing through the various shops and buildings, the two men continued the conversation: "No... But I don't trust the D'Harans. If they have the audacity to even merge with Astrum, they have the audacity to contest Libidizedd. Therefore, we have to expect the Dragon Army behind those walls of it comes to it." "Hmm..." They stopped by a armour shop whom were quickly made aware by the Captain of the Gylden Kraken Elite whom they were being inspected by: "I think it is doable. We have the siege engines, it is whether we have the engaged contingent. I will make sure if the time comes to swell the special forces of your unit sire." Solomon nodded as he picked a helmet up. It was nothing fascinating for a soldier, sturdy but light enough to not be a bother: "I don't think we will have an issue with the Zuma, I may however." "My Autarch, what do you think they want?" Solomon huffed as he put down the helmet as the Captain continued on: "Retribution, a pound of gold or flesh. They took a noble's arm last time." "This time Gunther, there won't be any misshaps. If they want another arm, they can have mine. That would be enough I hope - they respect the fuedal hierarchy." "My Autarch!" "No Gunther, this is not for discussion. In fact, I have a job for you, inspect the centres, ensure the recruits are up to scratch and report of any need additional drafting." With that, the Captain departed, leaving him as alone as he could be in the City of Golden Farrow.

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Roleplay from Kophyn D'Espana

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Kophyn had been overviewing the repairs and purchases for his unit for the last few hours, preparing them for the potential onslaught that was to come. Busy around the armories and blacksmiths of Golden Farrow, the former lord and current knight paced around the area, keeping tabs here and there where the workers struggled to keep up with the refit of the entire Tol Goldoran army. He was used to the chaos and many noises that fill the air, of course, for he was not new to the business and art of preparing for war. Quite the contrary, it was arguably one of two things he had been doing over and over again for his more than fifty winters. Occupied as he was, he couldn't help but notice the figure of Captain Gunther, currently inspecting the realm's progress in recruiting and refitting for the upcoming campaign. Aware of the likelihood that his liege was around at the time and that Gunther might decide to come and check on the Golden Raiders, Kophyn motioned for Captain Wulfgytha to come near, his own current captain in charge of his 134 soldiers. - "The Nav- Autarch must be around, I can see Gunther doing the rounds. Take care that everything is ready when he comes, and make sure to give a good impression. I shall be going now." She acknowledged the orders with a quick "yes, m'lord", and went on to organize the prospective inspection in his absence while he left his unit and started looking for Solomon. It had been a long time since he had seen his liege in person, and it was probably as good a time as any other to do so. Having left his armor behind to be repaired and simply dressed in everyday garments and his usual fur cloak, he checked himself one last time before looking for the Autarch, something not hard to do given the commotion that usually surrounded him when he visited the streets. Long chestnut hair properly tied behind his back? Check. Full beard relatively clean and tidy? Check. Custom forged longsword from Madina tucked properly in its leather scabbard, yet forward enough to be visible as both warning and display? Check. He was ready, then. He could see now the circle of curious folks and flatterers surrounding Solomon at a prudent distance. Clearing his throat, the robust yet small man, barely clearing the 5'3 feet barrier, opened a way through the circle, making a slight nod of deference to his liege before going straight to business. - "Autarch, it is a pleasure to see you here. I will not be taking too much time from you, worry not. Do we know by now whether we will be fighting men or Daimons?"

Kophyn D'Espana (Knight of Golden Farrow)

Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook

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"Sir Kophyn, what a welcome suprise. I am pleased to see you. To the point, no, it is not certain. Yet, this build up of arms will serve either purpose. I think I will give negotiations a couple more days, if there is no indication by then, we will be ready for war once more. In comparison, I would rather see to it that the Zuma are dealt with sooner than later. How are your forces?"

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Roleplay from Kophyn D'Espana

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"The pleasure is all mine, my liege. My forces are refitting and repairing, both as provisions and equipment go. We should be completely ready to move out on a full day, perhaps half a day more than that. I may also be able to add some more soldiers to my army, though only if they volunteer to do so. One hundred and thirty-four of them is more than enough to be spending gold on recruitment, for all of it is to go to their repairs or their payment." A half-side grin appeared on the man's face. "And worry not, Autarch. They will be ready to kill, be it mortals from this world or Daimons from the other one. They will keep up the pace, that I guarantee you."

Kophyn D'Espana (Knight of Golden Farrow)

Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook

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Solomon grinned as he looked to the Knight of much experience: "Excellent news - the war shall be over soon, one way or the other. Let's hope the Daimonfolk not want for much! Can I help you with anything else Sir Kophyn?"

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Roleplay from Kophyn D'Espana

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Kophyn returned the grin to his lord, content that he was pleased by the progress. "There is not much else I need help with, my liege, though I could certainly appreciate the company, if your schedule allows. I was thinking that, since my captain is already taking care of the repairs here, I would pay a visit to the temple of the Tidemother while I am back home. It has been a long while since I spoke to the Tidespeaker, and I would wish to do so while I have the chance. Not that you need my permission to move around in your city, of course, but I would not mind your presence there as well"

Kophyn D'Espana (Knight of Golden Farrow)

Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook

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"A good idea, let us travel to the church, I assume the Tidespeaker would be happy to see us."

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Roleplay from Darren Rea

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Gold coins clinked on wood, the only paltry four he still had to his name. Biting his lip, he used his thumb to push two coins across the table to Bernard, and then the other two to Alera. They had gotten halfway across Farrowfield when the news of the demon had come, and had had to turn around before they had even made it past the realm's border. It had been a long shot anyway, as Darren was in no state to make any money. Word had come down that he wasn't to even leave the city walls, so they had been staying in a single room in one of the smaller inns. He looked at the wood of the table, refusing to meet either of his retainer's eyes. "That's your pay for the week.... and all I have left. You best both go find some work, that won't pay for much in the city of gold. I'm sure you both'll find good work quickly, you have both always been great." What could he do for them anymore, anyways? Couldn't pay them, couldn't even pay for himself, and completely unable to even pick up an odd job to live on. The Zuma would be coming for his head; he should have sent them looking for work the moment he'd returned, instead of holding on. Darren held his eyes to the wood grain on the table, trying to hold back tears. "Sir." Alera's voice was soft. Her hands entered his vision, both reaching out to rest on top of his remaining hand. "You don't need to pay us, Sir." Bernard's gruff voice made Darren look up. Alera was smiling slightly, and Bernard sat cross armed. "But-" "No buts, Sir." The healing woman leaned back, and picked up one of the coins in front of her. "It's two coins a night here, so we have two nights to come up with more money. Both of us will pick up some work in the morning." Bernard nodded in agreement. Blinking away tears, Darren looked to the little window, trying to compose himself. He didn't deserve them. "Thank you."

Darren Rea (Noble)

Roleplay from Darren Rea

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That night, he ghosted from the Inn, his last two coins left inside, he, just another beggar on the streets. Dominic wouldn't bring others down with him. The cool Autumn evening kissed Darren's cheeks, as he made his way to the other side of the city. The Tidemother temple had a fire they always kept going, and the wall outside of it stayed warm most of the winter. Plus, he was sure even if he was caught drifting, Eddie would let him stay by the wall anyway.

Darren Rea (Noble)

Roleplay from Darren Rea

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"Oy, git up" Darren cracked his eyes open, and was greeted by a pair of shoes peaking out from the crack between his hood and the ground. Warmth flowed through his back, the stones of the temple's fireplace acting like a heater. He'd bunched his cloak around him, leaving the back open to the stones, and had been sleeping in extremely comfortable warmth all night long. Now, a voice had found it's way to his little paradise. "Oy, yur not supposed'ta be here, git!" The cloak was his shaded one, alternating broken dark patches weaved chaotically across the entire thing would break his shape up during the night.....too bad it was apparently sometime during the day. He pulled the hood out of the way of his face to grimace up to a small, pot bellied man in a monk's smock. Ah, he'd been caught drifting already. That had been fast. The area behind the fireplace was gated with a small gate, and rarely did anyone come back here. With a grunt, he pulled at the thin chain at his neck, and was quickly rewarded with the tinkle of a broken clasp. With another, only slightly more awake grunt, he chucked the chain, and the ring that normally swung from it, at the man's face. "I can be here. Gib that to Eddie, and go away. She can even keep the damn thing, ss not like I need it." The man blinked, taking a moment to recover from being beaned in the face with a ring, before leaning down to pick up both ring and chain. He would have chastised the stranger further, but one look at the ring stopped him. While he didn't recognize the heraldry, he knew a noble's signet ring when he saw one. He licked his lips, before hurrying inside the temple to ask the Tidemother what to do.

Darren Rea (Noble)

Roleplay from Gwyn

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The adventurer once again moves to the tree line, peeking out at the daimon army now just sitting in Upper Via. The bunny, while beautiful from afar is somehow the most intimidating thing Gwyn the silent had seen. The parade of humans worshiping it seem to dance in a myriad of colors sure to distract anyone from the horrors he had seen when the Zuma were hungry. From the southeast, out of the mountains an older man approaches bearing a strange flag and wearing a military uniform that he didn't seem to be comfortable in. Pausing just out of reach of the Zuma, he planted the flag and gave a friendly wave and a bow. Gwyn did not know his history, or he might have recognized the Asylonian flag that once flew over these lands. He might have also recognized that the old man was actually a noble from the lost kingdom. Curious was that the man waited several minutes and then continued on his way, as if it were nothing but a casual hello to an old friend. Eyes. Once again, Gwyn tensed and darted back into the depths of the hills.

Gwyn (Commoner)

Roleplaying Event from Kettle

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The rabbit had paused for some time, noting those who came and went. Listening. Watching. Eating. Lounging. Scratching. Defecating. One human had approached and spoke of a time past, the human realms come and go in a blink. It had a vague memory, but was of little concern. The rabbit merely smiled politely and waved its claws a little. It did however let out a small chuckle at the mention of fireballs being thrown for miles. The time for pausing was over. The human had mentioned that someone waited in another region to discuss things. A loud screech echoed across the miles, and the brightly colored expedition upped it's encampment, and continued on their way.

Kettle

Report from Leander Keswick

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Kettle is nearing Golden Farrow. She will be in the capital before the army can return.

Leander Keswick (Viscount of Lavendrow)

Request from Solomon Greybrook

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Nobles Auron, Kenneth and Lovette, In light of Kettle's advance, I ask that you garrison the city of Golden Farrow encase the worse situation, rather than come on campaign. This requires your military units to be present. While the Viscount may suggest that all is lost, I do disagree. Although it is not optimal, seeing noble commanders standing behind the walls will make the Daimon think twice. Regards

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Report from Solomon Greybrook

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Tol Goldora, The Zuma ruler Kettle has arrived in Farrowfield. I have been granted special dispensation to travel through Eidulb to return to the capital. While it pains me that I have to leave the siege, it is for our cause. If the Zuma leader wishes to meet, I shall on behalf of Tol Goldora. Regards

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Roleplaying Event from Kettle

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A large procession of brightly colored humans and a few smaller Daimons enter the city. In the centre, standing tall above all the others, was the large, brightly colored fluffy rabbit known as Kettle. She glanced around as they all marched forwards, runners returning with details of the city as they make their way to the largest square they can find. As the arrive, Kettle stands on her rear legs, nose to the air, claws reaching high, and lets out a piercing shriek. "We shall be waiting a short while for someone to come and address us regarding the situation that a messenger brought news of quite some time ago." The beautiful, high born noble female voice proclaims, "Someone inform us of our accommodations while we are here. I trust they are well prepared and stocked as you have had such notice of our coming."

Kettle

Letter from Mandolyn Aurelle

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Greetings Oh my... We are so screwed. Maybe the storehouses at the harbor can handle those daimons' size. Everything swept clean, soft drapes hung to cover roofs and walls, rugs and pillows aplenty for the floors, marmites to cook them meals... Now that I think about it, it should have been obvious, yet it didn't cross my mind that they would decide to stay! Best regards

Mandolyn Aurelle (Viscount of Kybcyell)

Report from Solomon Greybrook

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Tol Goldora, The Daimon Kettle has arrived in Golden Farrow. They shall be sheltered and taken care of in the grounds of the Royal Palace estate. I have instructed Priest Lionel to guide them there. I shall arrive by latest sunrise Sunday I hope. I am travelling by ferry so many things occur. Regards

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Report from Solomon Greybrook

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Viscount Mandolyn, We are not in trouble. The Zuma shall have appropriate accommodation while they are here and will have access to the Royal Palace estate, which should emphasise the seriousness and appropriate nature of these talks. I hope they can understand they pardon my delay. Regards

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Roleplay from Lionel Itausson

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Message sent to everyone in Golden Farrow (7 recipients) - just in Upon hearing the piercing screech Lionel rushed out from the temple and down to the square. He had heard tales of the creature, but seeing it in person struck fear deep into his heart. Lionel had never been one for confrontation, at times like this he sorely missed his older brother. Plucking up the little courage he had, he bowed deeply before the rabbit and addressed it: 'Our esteemed guest, though I am but a humble priest of the realm and scarcely fit to debate with you, I assure you our Navarch is riding back to the capital as we speak and will no doubt be here soon. In the meantime I can offer you any room of your choosing in the palace for you and your followers. Perhaps you might like the royal suite?' He remained knelt on the floor, hoping his words would appease the daemon for now.

Lionel Itausson (Knight of Itaufield)

Letter from Calypso Hwitt

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Brethren, Though I am loathe to give any aid to the daemon filth, in the interest of the safety of the people of Golden Farrow I of course offer the use of my estate should no other suitable accommodations be found. It is not extravagant, but is well stocked and equipped. Sincerely,

Calypso Hwitt (Dame of Golden Farrow)

Roleplay from Darren Rea

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The man had never returned, so Darren had gratefully been sleeping on the wall of the Tidemother temple for days. The cool winter winds had started to blow over the harbor, and the night time temperatures had proven to be almost cold enough to get past his cloak, even supplemented by the warm wall that it was. He lounged on the wall, letting the warmth emanate deep into his bones. The stones also had the excellent trait of being able to scratch his shoulder blade, which had been itching like mad for the last two days. The wall could only do so much, however. Where would he find shelter for the winter? It wasn't far - The screech cut through him, colder than then even the harbor chill. Kettle. He found himself upright, and halfway down the small alleyway nearly instantly. Fear shot through him, and he ran, and ran, and ran. Past shops, houses, taverns and guardhouses, he ran from the screech. His wits didn't catch up with him until he reached the Northern gate to the city. A breath, and he stopped, still shadowed in an alleyway near the gate. It was open, and people were moving in and out of it on daily business. He could run, right now. All he had to do was walk through the gate. Sweat dripped down his nose. No one would stop him, no one would even recognize him, dirty and haggered as he was after days on the street. All he had to do was walk through it.....

Darren Rea (Noble)

Report from Solomon Greybrook

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Dame Celena of Westgard has chosen to observe the encounters with the Zuma here in Golden Farrow. While this is certainly spy worthy, if anything goes wrong, we have a clear foreign observer to explain. Regards

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Roleplay from Lionel Itausson

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Lionel watched as a crowd gathered in the wake of the rabbits passing, a sea of frightened faces who had surely heard legends of the demon, but never quite believed them. Perhaps now was the perfect time to deliver his first sermon? Stepping up onto the lip of the squares fountain, he raised his voice to the crowd. 'Good people of Golden Farrow, do not be alarmed! These demons may have reduced countless cities to ash and bone, but those cities were not blessed by the Tidemother! She will not let any of her children suffer at the hands of these void-abominations!' This seemed to do more harm than good, and many of the townsfolk ran away in tears - most likely off to pack their bags. Well, it had been worth a shot. Lionel began the walk back to the palace, surely someone there would be in need of guidance... 'You lose 1380 followers who reject your words and have lost their faith because of them'

Lionel Itausson (Knight of Itaufield)

Roleplay from Darren Rea

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It was right there, all he had to do was walk though it..... The gate loomed in front of him, the road to the north stretching as far as the eye could see. Still, he sat in the shadows of a nearby ally. Why shouldn't he just...leave? He closed his eyes. He knew why, and he knew he couldn't run from this. He hung his head, for a moment, taking a deep breath. With renewed purpose, he straightened, opened his eyes, and began to make his way down the main road, toward the center of the city. Maybe it wouldn't hurt anyone else, if he just talked to it. Maybe- Rainbow fur arched up on a house, some ways into the city in front of him. Darren stared at the monster's back in horror, joining most of the peasants on the road in stopping to stare. It moved, back below the roof line, and Darren found himself breathing out, hard. Elements, how was he supposed to stop that? Slowly he made his way back to the Tidemother temple, the peasantry chattering excitedly around him as he walked. Again, he entertained the idea of just running....until he saw a small boy run into his mother's arms, laughing. That beast would kill everyone in the city indiscriminately, if he left. He had to do...something, anything. As the Tidemother temple came into view, a short, thin man pushed his way past Darren, a short mumble of "King's messenger" the only excuse. Darren stopped, and blinked. Ah, Eddie must be here, he supposed. Trailing the messenger into the temple, he slunk behind the man, looking for any traces of the Tidespeaker.

Darren Rea (Noble)

Roleplay from Dartholomey Nifelleisca

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Somewhere alone in a pub's private booth in Libidizedd, Dartholomew was sobbing quietly into his hard cider. His thoughts wandered across many a depressing subject... The recent battles had been rather much for the young knight. He was still feeling the aftermath of those battles, and his wound. The scary sounds. The frightening sights. Soldiers he had sailed back and forth with were...not here anymore, he told himself reflexively to the intrusive memory. A memory of the charge against the fortifications only brought a floodrush of memories from the second big battle of him sallying forth to get closer shots and exposing himself to archer fire in front of his realmmates. The terror of the arrows landing as they attempted to retreat. He angrily kicked the table and slammed his fist at the same time, shouting in angry-pain. He barely recalled his realmmates likewise slaughtering the enemy by archer fire. No, he grabbed his blanket and held it close while thinking sweet thoughts about the giant, cuddly bunny to distract him from the terrors of combat. His stomach growled. But apparently not distract from his hunger.

Dartholomey Nifelleisca (Knight of Lavendrow)

Roleplay from Edelyn Luitolf

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The Ignoble and the Hare A ragged, dirty, disgusting man was brought into the church right as the renovations had completed. Ragged clothes covered this man who was well known to the priests even if they never knew his name. The only distinctive article of clothing was the old ranger cloak, a mottled green, brown, and grey affair that fused together in ways that once might have made good camouflage but now was so dirty and dingy that it was useless. His face was so caked in grime that one might not even notice how red and puffy his original skin was, and he stunk to a level the priests naturally assume some of it might actually be his own waste. This man, who claimed to be from the Rea family, was always demanding to see the Tidespeaker, and most priests had forbidden it based on his appearance alone. The last almost had him arrested, thinking he had stolen some lord's ring based on his looks, but this was enough. Finally, they would see her once and for all and she would finally make the call of what to do. As the pair walked through the doors to Edelyn's office, the stench flew into her nose immediately. The priest did not even take the time to introduce this mand properly, only mentioning that he was the one with the ring and turned to leave. "Wait," The Tidespeaker called through a clenched nose trying not to hurl, "I know it is hard to believe but I know this man. This is Master Darren, and the ring is real. Have him bathed, nay scrubbed, and I will talk with him after." The priest gazed about the room, unsure about how to answer, hoping to find something, anything to help him counter his Tidespeaker. Slowly his eyes settled back on the woman behind the desk, staring at him with a darkened leer from behind both hands over mouth and eyes tearing. "Did I stutter, have him scrubbed!" She exclaimed through a muffled screech. What seemed like hours passed for them to return, Darren now visibly clean, dressed in little more than a spare acolyte rob. Edelyn had spent this time having Zoisme going around and gathering presentable clothes that appeared to be more for a preteen than a man in size, but they would have to do. The priest presented Master Darren once more, having little to say other than a couple of simple sentences. "Tidespeaker, we had to throw out the bathwater three times before we could truly start to make him presentable. Thankfully on the fourth tub, he was finally clean, even if that water was black as well." Edelyn rose, and glided across the floor, the overwhelming stench was gone, he even smelled a little like pink posies. "You may go, waveweaver." "As for you Darren..." Edelyn waited patiently for the priest to leave the room before finishing,"... lose the robe. That is not what you will wear to the hare." "Uh, aren't you going to leave, Eddie? It's not proper for a lady to see..uh.." Darren spoke, cheeks blushing to the put that his entire face beat red rather than just in red splotches. "Oh Darren, you don't have anything I haven't seen before. Besides, I must help you put on the clothes. I could turn around until you have undergarments on if seeing offends your delicate sensibilities." "Uh.." She was right of course...he probably couldn't even get the undergarments on without help, so sheepishly he agreed. Reluctantly, Darren started to remove the robe, using his hands to cover the private parts. Edelyn grinned slightly but was respectful enough to not overly stare, instead, she grabbed the undergarments and helping him put them on, snapping and pinning them in place. Once his nakedness was covered, and he was more comfortable, she went over and took up the rest of the clothes. They put him in high waisted trousers, black, crisp, clean, and crisp. This was paired with a pure white undershirt, with a maroon overcoat, velvety smooth in texture. Methodically she started to brush all the tangles from his hair, while the flat iron vice was heating over the wood stove in the corner. Finally, when it was warm enough, she took it to his hair and made his hair nice and presentably curly. "I must say, you clean up good, Darren. You look like a real dignitary. Just one last thing," She said as she pulled out her own powder puff. She dabbed him in the face a few times, trying to get the few red splotches away, before finally hitting a third more forcefully. "There, perfect. To the hare then." as the two left the temple for the palace.

Edelyn Luitolf (Tidespeaker of the Church of the Tidemother)

Letter from Dartholomey Nifelleisca

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When are we going to go see the bunny?

Dartholomey Nifelleisca (Knight of Lavendrow)

Letter from Solomon Greybrook

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The Daimon hasn't said a word for days.

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

Letter from Calypso Hwitt

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Brethren, Every second that filthy creature remains in the capital is a further affront to humanity and to our nation. I have only recently seen it after returning to Golden Farrow and it is as horrid as the accounts have told me. An insult to the natural order. If not for the order to leave their disgusting kind be, I would do everything in my power to kill the being known as Kettle and everyone of its Deamon ilk in the Tidemother’s name.

Calypso Hwitt (Dame of Golden Farrow)

Letter from Impi Wolfvern

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Oh you wish to doom all of us with your ignorance to the danger kettle is. Have you not heard of their kind and the damage they can afflict before we even reach them. They can hit farther than the best arrow can be shot. They stronger than any force equalled their strength. If you choose to rouse Kettle I hope your are its only victim.

Impi Wolfvern (Earl of Itaufield)

Letter from Calypso Hwitt

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Earl Impi, I am no fool. I will follow our command and do nothing to rouse their ire. That doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Calypso Hwitt (Dame of Golden Farrow)

Roleplay from Edelyn Luitolf

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The long-awaited ship flying the flags of their Tol Goldoran adversities had finally arrived. It was smaller than the official meant to meet them had assumed, barely a sloop, maybe a frigate, but nothing like a ship-of-the-line. I only carried the Ambassador meant to negotiate, Edelyn, her escort, Svari with a small contingent of troops, and the galecallers that Edelyn had refused to sail without. Edelyn tensed, memories of the events of her last visit filled her mind, she grabbed Svari's hand and squeezed tightly for reassurance. After a few moments, she closed her eyes and through gritted teeth disembarked the ship after releasing her escort's hand. Dressed in a chain shirt over an aketon, brown leather leggings, with her curved blade known as a paramerion at her hip, and her dark blonde hair tied up messily with a ribbon, Edelyn looked more like a warrior than a diplomat. Her stoic protector stood next to her, hair tied haphazardly in a bun, drowning in dark, black leather armor with a large sword slung across her back. Svari is almost a full half a foot taller than Edelyn as the greeter from Astrum approached, and both of their green eyes gazed into him, none of them speaking for a long pause. "You must be new to diplomatic negotiations. I am Ambassador Edelyn, here to speak with your Archon to officially end the war. If you would take us to where we would be staying, I would be grateful. I clearly need to make myself more presentable." Edelyn spoke in a very dry and direct tone, clearly wanting to get this meeting over with. The greeter nodded and bade them follow. "We have a place for you to stay in the sea district. It is a place for newer nobility, and normally we would put a dignitary such as yourself in the North ward, but we know of your faith from before and thought you might feel more comfortable near the sea given the goddess you worship." Swiftly the two ladies were led away from the docks toward the Sea ward and the building in which they would be staying. Along the way, Edelyn spots it, and a sly smile spreads across her face as she looks up at Svari and points. A certain place that they had discussed in letters, with men and women performing questionable activities, smiling faces peered out at them as they passed by looking on curiously. Finally, the building they were being led to was before them, and the greeter led them to their rooms. Edelyn's room was bigger, and more inviting than Svari's who was down the hall. Slowly, the wagon train brought in the suitcases that Edelyn had brought into the room that looked freshly cleaned and decorated top to bottom. After the Greeter left, Edelyn turned to Svari, "You know what happened the last time. Would you consider staying here with me rather than in your own room? It would make me feel more comfortable. I know it's not much, but there is that couch over there one of us could rest on if you are not comfortable in the same bed." The woman beside her smiles for the first time since they had arrived in Astrum territory, assuring her kindly “Why ever wouldn’t I want to share a bed with you?” Edelyn smiled at the remark but did not speak, instead going behind the privacy screen to change. She wanted to get this meeting over with quickly, and as such, she started to slowly slip out of her traveling armor. After, she started to pull on the white dress embroidered with gold, and rather form-fitting but not tight. She then pulled a thicker belt around her waist that was held together with a golden buckle and finished off the ensemble with a deep purple shawl worn around the neck and draping off her right shoulder. Finally, she topped it off by letting her long, blonde hair hang free, a small golden circlet pinned on the crown of her head. Coming from behind the privacy screen, she looked at Svari. "Come, my amazon, let us head out into the square and have a look around. Maybe get the lay of the land for later, then head to the palace to get this over with." “Lead on, Ambassador. Wherever you wish to go, you will be safe with me” With that, Edelyn put her arm through Svari's, and the two left the quaint room to explore the city of Mimer on the way to their meeting.

Edelyn Luitolf (Ambassador of Tol Goldora)

Roleplaying Event from Kettle

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The colorful Rabbit screeched once more. “Solomon, you knew exactly why I came here. This is the second time the same human under your command has intentionally provoked us. This time stolen from us. You now give me the same words that you gave me last time. What is their worth? They clearly meant nothing the first time. That human returned and again took actions against us, again found themselves in our dungeons. Your word would seem to hold little value. As seems a trait amongst a few of you here. The one that laid down his fancy sword, claiming loudly for all to hear that they were presenting it to me as a gift, but never actually giving me the opportunity to take it, instead whisking it away when they thought people wouldn’t notice. But I’m sure it will be a great tale they can tell, that they offered the beast their weapon. Just another lie. ”It was a long journey here, and I am in an irritable manner at this time, do not just give me words that attempt to appease that we have already seen cannot be taken for any substance.”

Kettle

Request from Solomon Greybrook

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Tol Goldora, I wish to quickly identify the noble whom falsely gave the Zuma ruler their family sword before taking it away. You have proven to give a great deal of offense by doing so and put me in a great predicament. Identification will be appreciated. Regards

Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora)

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