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After receiving the invitation, Alteon began to find a wonderful gift for Solana! He also began to repeat and practice; "Gracias, gracias, gracias."

Lothair unwittingly shares in this idea, and hopes both of them will realize that war is excessively taxing on the soul.

They'd still be around too, maybe conquered all the elves, if not for those scheming admins banning the Prince!

Somewhere in a field of scarlet cornflowers, an aged man by the name of Arisztid Korvacz sat amongst the grass. To his side, a pair of young boys sparred mindlessly. They crushed flower after flower whilst attempting to jab at one another with blunt, wooden swords, all whilst the once-heir read over a missive. No words were given for none were required. Instead, his lips curled, allowing himself a smile before promptly discarding the missive towards a patch of green.

[!] Such flyers are scattered all about Aevos though never on a notice board. Nailed to tavern tables, hammered into trees, and even sitting neatly on the table of several unlocked homes--how they're found is just as odd as their contents. 𝕀𝕟 ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝔾𝕆𝔹𝕃𝕀ℕ Must Be: Dramatic Obnoxious Able to handle possible attempts to harm them Whatever goblins finds themselves adequately skilled will be pleased to know that I only need their services once. While I doubt you will be the one people may wish to harm, it is a possibility. *Please note that I am not liable for any injuries or loss of limbs* There will be a wig and costume you will be expected to acquire but that can be added into the price. Props are not needed though your commitment would be admired. Payment to be negotiated. Details to be discussed upon agreement. If interested, send a bird to... ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔫 𝔇𝔞𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔞𝔯 (Celetial_Bleh)

Rosemary embraced her son as she met him at the gates "Language," she said with a smile as she pinched his cheek.

Aithwin Al-Jabir Aldor sat hunched at the end of an otherwise vacant bed, staring at the giggling, toddling boy on the wooden floor before him. He lived in a house occupied, but empty. Weeks before, his growing love for the child could have overbrimmed; now, eyes blankly upon little Fynn, it was as if someone robbed all notions of love from his chest. Aithwin had fast become an unsouled man: a man whose lifeless gaze was not fit for fatherhood. And yet, there was something—deep within him, beyond his conscious perception—that continued to stir. Even after this greatest robbery, this theft of his vitality, something fought still for air. Tired, sunken eyes showed forth a flicker, and a small smile flashed across his features as the boy excitedly toyed with a very familiar stuffed elephant—but the smile vanished as quickly as it came, and it would soon again be buried, not to be seen for some time again. That was now the way of things. An oppressive, hateful mountain of grief, rage and denial had fallen crushingly upon any capacity within Aithwin for joy. Clawing out of it was a distant dream. Even Naya's sincerest words could not break his indignance, and each time his eyes set themselves upon a star, he quietly swore to himself that he would see her again. He would. There could be no doubt. No matter how many dimensions he had to crawl through, emaciated and burning, he would find her. For now, though, there were matters at hand. Little Fynlo dy Eayst, as he had begun to call the boy—that is, Fynlo of the moon, and Fynn in brief—could not grow up without knowing of his Ummi. Aithwin would live for that fact, and that fact alone if need be. Perhaps it was this which sparked him to smile in spite of the bleakness. In truth, Aithwin may never know; any manner of happiness now felt unnatural, to be sure. But something warred, pushed, and struggled ever upward, urging him to follow Naya's advice and to live in spite of her death. Maybe it was some splinter of Naya herself. In time, he would be wise to cleave forever to it.

XXV On this day of THE 10TH OF SNOW’S MAIDEN, IN THE YEAR 182 OF THE SECOND AGE, Naoise O’Rourke swore the Oath of Tar-Númenatâr, in witness of Prince Aranuir Caranethion and the gathered populace of Fair Númenost. She took the name Faeleth. XXVI On this day of THE 10TH OF SNOW’S MAIDEN, IN THE YEAR 182 OF THE SECOND AGE, Victor Rorin swore the Oath of Tar-Númenatâr, in witness of Prince Aranuir Caranethion and the gathered populace of Fair Númenost. He took the name Tharanhir.

Muramir slaps his belly.

we should make subrace choices mandatory tbh they used to be like what is a "human" or an "elf" idk i dont want to discourage new applicants but i dont think it did in the days before they could choose "none of the above" either. as long as, once they're writing an app, they can view an easy guide to all the drop down options available (or even just tooltips, shit), they'd pick one. without an issue that said, and on the other hand, we should have far less "pending-denied" apps than rn. idk the details there but if this suggestion would **** w that, then ignore it. but also focus on getting that figure way down. and that doesn't just mean spamming them with more PMs - but also seeing where pendings/denials were too strict, etc.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO” Ember cries out, her prophecy came to fruition but ended very shortly.

NOTICE OF RE-RATIFICATION As issued by the Silver State of Haelun’or in the year 182 S.A. I. IN ACCORDANCE WITH Article VI, section I, of this treaty, the terms of its contents concluded with the ascension of a new head of state. Therefore, it is nullified by the hand of Sohaer Sythaerin. II. IT IS THE DESIRE of Sohaer an Naedwylm to continue the terms of this treaty and seek to see it upheld for the remainder of its duration. Therefore, it is ratified by the hand of Sohaer an Naedwylm. III. SHOULD THERE BE ANY ISSUES taken with the above by the head of state of the signatory ( @Bethinwonderland ), they are asked to contact the recently ascended Sohaer of Haelun’or. SIGNED BY THE HAND OF, Sohaer of the Silver State of Haelun’or, Chief Commander of elSillumir & Iônadar an Naedwylm

NOTICE OF RE-RATIFICATION As issued by the Silver State of Haelun’or in the year 182 S.A. I. IN ACCORDANCE WITH Article VII of this treaty, the terms of its contents concluded with the ascension of a new head of state. Therefore, it is nullified by the hand of Sohaer Sythaerin. II. IT IS THE DESIRE of Sohaer an Naedwylm to continue the terms of this treaty and seek to see it upheld for the remainder of its duration. Therefore, it is ratified by the hand of Sohaer an Naedwylm. III. SHOULD THERE BE ANY ISSUES taken with the above by the head of state of the signatory ( @HIGH_FIRE ), they are asked to contact the recently ascended Sohaer of Haelun’or. SIGNED BY THE HAND OF, Sohaer of the Silver State of Haelun’or, Chief Commander of elSillumir & Iônadar an Naedwylm

The Second Senatorial Session Published by the Office of the Gran Orator on 9th of Horen’s Calling, 111 BA HEAR YE! HEAR YE! The Balianese Senate, the legislative body of the Kingdom of Balian, shall convene on the 8th of Owyn’s Flame, in the Year of Our Lord 111 B.A. All senators must be present during this session. The members of the Balianese public are invited to attend and watch at the upper floor of Ledicort’s Hall. LEGISLATIVE AGENDA: This session shall entail the introduction of the proposal of the Senate Resolution Bill I.01, and the Financial Audit Bill. All senators must either discuss or vote for the bill in the Senate chambers, or mail-in their voting to the Gran Orator. Senators may also introduce any other bills on the floor. Future projects and agendas shall also be discussed during the session. May the Almighty grant us the strength to serve our people. IN NOMINE DEI, Father Ivan var Ruthern, Gran Orator of the Senate, Voice of Her Majesty’s Legislature, Clergyman of the Archdiocese of Lotharia.

Hera furrowed her brows, a heavy sigh leaving her lips. I'm sorry Juniper. I tried my best. And yet, another part of her wondered if she had been too quick to judge. Kiyoshi had abused Juniper- this much she would never forgive. But the situation with Hael, and Sarryn. . . One thing was clear, at least. Juniper, I swear to the saints and every spirit there is- know that I will never hurt you. So help me God.

From afar, an ancient being stirs, pondering whether she too will be put under legal duress over the shortcomings of her once allies.

*Pedro after looking at the paper signs his name and writes* " Yo Pedro Miguel Alejandro Salazar, wish to become a student of your's and learn about alchemy, to aid the ones in need and to help our army in the future battles." [!] Bellow the text its sign as Pedro Salazar

COURTLY APPOINTMENTS THE APPOINTMENTS OF COURTLY POSITIONS La Corte de Girasol 1st of Horen’s Calling, 104 D.R. With the previous Saints day missive on Courtly Changes, a series of individuals has since been appointed into our Girasol Courts. Maestra de la Modas The Baronesa Fleur Halcourt has been appointed to the role of Maestra de la Modas. Maestra de Musica The Lady Marcela Denodado has been appointed to the role of Maestra de Musica. In a subsidiary role beneath Lady Marcela, the Infante Rafael Arsenico has been appointed Master of Heraldry. In a subsidiary role beneath Lady Marcela, the Princesa Mona of Dunfarthing has been appointed as Court Jester. In a subsidiary role beneath Lady Marcela, the Baronesa Fleur Halcourt has been appointed as a musician of the courts. Maestro de la Caza The Señor Alejandro Flores has been appointed to the role of Maestro de la Caza. Infante Rafael Arsenico has been granted a subsidiary role beneath Señor Alejandro as a gardener of the courts. Señor Pedro Salazar has been granted a subsidiary role beneath Señor Alejandro as a gardener and animal caretaker of the courts. Court Astrologer Infante Rafael Arsenico has been appointed to the role of Court Astrologer. Court Alchemist Vizcondesa Maria Denodado has been appointed to the role of Court Alchemist. Señor Pedro Salazar has been granted a subsidiary role beneath Vizcondesa Maria as a herb gatherer. Court Event Runners The following individuals have been appointed as court event runners: Princesa Royal Renata Alba, Infante Rafael Arsenico, Princesa Mona of Dunfarthing, Baronesa Fleur Halcourt and Señor Alejandro Flores. Court Scribes The Señorita Amelia Miramaris has been appointed as a court scribe. We welcome each of these individuals into our Girasol courts and look forward to just how they come to fill their positions. Signed, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Dimitri Otto of Koravia, Sovereign-Consort of Hyspia, Duke-Consort of Pacazu, Baron-Consort of Arenisca, Del’mar and Monterro, Lord of La Dorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Renata Alba, Princess-Royal of Hyspia, Duchess of La Dorada, Baroness of Clemente, Gran Chambelan of the Girasol Courts

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ A cacophony of birds filled the gardens of the Rosius manor as a young, budding rose laid her feet on a table. Idly, she stared into the sky, tracing clouds with a lanky finger. A plump, pimple-painted handmaiden named Murielle handed ISABEAU-KARINE a crumpled missive. Murielle began to stride away, but ISABEAU-KARINE beckoned her to stay. Her forest green eyes, glinting in the sun, meticulously stared Murielle up and down. "Murielle," began the girl, "When shall the Crown Princess come to Rosius?"

The bearer of the Child- The destined heir of all it so believed, justly humbled itself in deep contemplation. the fire within its chamber hissed and howled as it bargained with the creature to be fed its attention; the fire of avarice starved of gratification of the Nephilims molten heart yearned to test his own vigor, to trial the dragonkin further in life. As he took deep thought in examining the Bards study, a simple man, with a complexity all mortal-man would cherish yet know little of, he the azdrazi understood it, for once you lose something its value is ten-fold. - Yet in turn; his trade was for enlightenment for peace unknown in all worlds. he needed only offer is sublime duty. - Thus was offered his own experience, for what good was an answer he could never promise the bard? He knew greatly of the poem, yet failed to offer an answer to the bravery and headfirst man's exquisite writing. Why? The rock is where we shall return, for that, that is where knowledge had looked with his averted gaze. The hawk was fashioned in golden splendor; embers of a divine fashion at his grandeur, his own sibling's envy at his gift. With his astute gaze he found the first rock. The first which is the greatest. The first which was crafted from his own immaculate design, barring any other intervention. - It was with form, it was with design, it was cunning even without life- Yet that is what it lacked. Life. It is the rock that offers salvation, this is why in the stars meteorites fly and die. In the hells, the ravines cry and splinter throughout. Second born weeps at first-born in sour jealousy, unknowing he was the first to witness his mother. First to cherish her pious majesty, a great bestower- Profound knowledge abusing her own inkling of power for her divine magnificence. Second Born truly knew this, the Second born was filled with a gluttonous pride, still unmatched love for first-born filtered the pride. Second Born unknowingly knew. First-Borns decree, he too abused the mother. He took from her a rich source and found within the power to born life anew. Unlike his own father, none wept at the sight- They could only stare in horror, in divine blasphemy at First-Borns grander, his feats unrivaled amongst earth, heaven, hell and throughout all other planes of existence. Power woven into Power. Asioth. Divine gratitude that was long owed to the tightly knitted slaves. We are the slaves of slaves, we are the third amongst the creator's creation. - We shatter the decree, as too shall we shatter the wheel and our mother shall strand the pieces together with our help; with our hands we will rewrite the laws of reality. I only dream. That this alone is the Dragons destiny, to die. Yet long have we denied the world's plan for us, longer still should we wish to seek the golden path. A world stolen from us; a world pillaged and conquered from us, mistreated and sanctioned by those who come above. Great imposters, craven interlopers of fate.

Lothair wonders whether the flouting of customs was due to an ignorance or a disdain for them. "A curious course of behaviour for a future Duke."

FULL NAME: Konstantin Leon von Augusten AGE: 15 RACE: Human PRIOR EXPERIENCE, IF APPLICABLE: N/A METHOD OF CONTACT: fire1003 on discord, FireAGN in game

Love the post but I beg of you to make the black text some other color. Those words are impossible to read without selecting.

*Anaiya was content with herself, as she exited the Proving Grounds. She would be, after all, be known as the first Mage to have won "Mage's Volley"*

All evidence so suggests, that Ke'makia Qua'req failed her duties. Their gifts as an oracle lost by infernal flame. Months turned to years. Years turned to isolation. At the beginning of the of the Age of Rancor, what would become of Kiel Vuakudah was but whispers of a woman that gave the keys of the kingdom to a young boy. The Velulaeu'ionn. Ahzek Morvyan. How many knew, mattered little now. The old home of the Maehr was set on flame. The great plan has begun to unfold. A small boat lodges onto the war-torn shores of Sakura. An Inferal beast returns with renewed might. Memories returning with each step. What was once Kiel was left behind. An Oracle damned of hell returns to the fray.