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baibai, I was your mother! (I was in Karltown a LOT)
I said that Maggie was a cute name, and asked if it was short for Magnolia. Good times. It's sad that Karltown is dead now.
Hey thats really awesome! nice to see ya again! also speaking about my first play in Karltown, a day or so after that happened, I found a youtube video someone posted that was in Karltown (I knew because I saw myself in the video lol)
I was in this town!
I didn't know it was called Karltown but i do recognise it.
I was here twice, the first time (before the first bell tower was done), my name was belle and I was crowned queen by my mother after coming of age. I gave the rulership to my daughter (Maggie), who was murdered, then to my grandaughter (Sarah). died at 57
The scond time I was there, I was a man with no name. The second bell tower was finished. However, during my life, a greifer murdered all the women in town and destroyed the sheep pen. I died there with a bunch of old men wearing some rad blue sweaters
I was born a girl, named Arwen.
My mother in a small community with brothers who I rarly spoke to and a sister named Bastion, whom I loved dearly.
We ran west for water, for there was plentiful ponds in the nearby swamp, and may wild carrot seeds to the east. Bastion and I grew up together, learning our way amongst the snakes and dense woods of our home. As we grew up, we had many children.
My first son was Alexander, followed shortly by Ellwaynn, then a daughter, Sunflower, who grew to be a pie maker. Following her was my boy Franklin, a proud farmer, and then my daughter Rosie, a feirce hunter. After her were my twins, Rain, a lovley girl, and Storm, a handsome young boy.
I tried my best to give each of my children the same lessons of the land my mother gave me (she passed around the time Sunflower was born, it was a hard day) and I was proud of each of them, all of them were such hard workers.
As I aged, and my hair grayed I stuck by the side of my dear sister Bastion. We farmed and joked about our graying hair. Joking right along with us, my neice Carroll, or "Carrotlover" as she had been declared.
As I continued to age, my sister died. It was another horrible day in my little community, and after her death I realized my own mortality, and that of my many children.
My back hunched and I realized none of my girls, barring Rosie who was making snares, had been seen by me or their brothers for a while. My dying wish was to see them again, but unfortunatly I never did.
I did of old age at 60 years old.
Sunflower, Rain I hope you lived long lives and had many children for the community
Rosie, I hope you became the amazing hunter you wanted to be
Boys, you were all wonderful farmers and made me so proud
Carroll, you may not have been my child, but I loved you like a daughter none the less
To all my chiilden, you all made me very proud. I loved our little home, and hope you all lived long, happy lives.
Mom loves you!
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