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Glynfir raised a brow upon reading the missive then nodded. “Good on you, Zalerya. Glad you’re still around. They claim to follow Vytrek’s dream but none of them remember what that actually was.”

Liridona Amador, who had suggested transcribing Duma sessions when she was nine years old at a beauty pageant, smiles from the Seven Skies.

Hello, I'm periphonics! I lead a small but fairly active Kharajyr community currently tucked into Nevaehlen until we can afford a lair for ourselves. Recently, irply, my persona was brought 3 orphaned kha cubs; a pantera, a cheetrah and a leparda. The Cheetrah has a player, but we still need to have the other two! While I cannot guarantee a 'parent', my character plays the role of a paternal figure to all orphaned kha, as he himself was orphaned long ago. He will teach the kha language, ways, and religion, and if they end up close enough isnt opposed to adoption down the line As well as this, I can offer up a community with rich cultural rp and bi weekly events, the fun of learning about the ancient ways of the kharajyr as well as the new ones forming with this new generation, and the opportunity to help pioneer said new generation. We're always looking for folks dedicated to help growing the culture, to aid in lore writing, hosting events, and even joining us in going to other nations to hold small cultural events! We have a fully functional language doc that's very cohesive, as well as an impending translator to make using such even easier! Please dm me on discord (Periphonics) if this takes your interest! I will note as well, that I am willing to make the skins for any players wanting to play these cubs, if this is of any concern.

Horror and confusion sweep Iolas from bed, with him covering his face with his hands as he wiped the cold sweat away. It felt that the world trembled before yet another devourer of peace. Hours and hours were spent pacing around the room as he tried to wrap his mind around the dream. To dissuade fear, to bring hope, to try oncemore to become a hero. After all this was a warning. There's still time. The following nights were spent staring up at the sky, seeking out more than just the stars. Metis was no longer a mere library, the Arcane Conclave no longer felt like a story of the past.

Viceroy Cesar I de Pelear dances in the Seven Skies, content that his family did not die out after 3 generations!

This night, you do not dream as usual. You watch yourself finish your cup of sake at the teashop. You chase your back around corners, between your intersecting ranks of soldiers. An earring finds you. A Wizard. A Philosopher. A Priest, who looks at you with veritable disgust. You listen, and listen to your listening. Most people are oblivious, but some see you with different eyes; a white-haired elf screams and screams, and a blind dwarven beggar grasps your knee, blubbering: "Please! You must wake! You must live! You must go blind - you must stop seeing all! For the sake of the soil and in the name of the GOD!" You see the coastline of Aevos. You can see a murdered Pontiff, the sorrow of the son of a Lich, a thousand soldiers marching into battle... Sometimes you just watch yourself look out the window. You hear the words, laughed by an elf shrouded in green robes, with skin so pale and gaunt that he looks half-dead: "Entili matoi jesil irhaila mi..." You see a coil, made of silver, reaching up into the heavens, with branches twisting and a circle forming around every living being. You watch those branches wither and fade with time, and you look to yours: Golden. Undying. You murder a wizard by a voidal tear. You see your blood splatter across the floor, and gasp for breath at your slit throat. You slump to the floor, and watch yourself slump to the floor. You do not prepare so much as wait whilst the world grows ripe for ending. You dream yourself dreaming, and you see, in your mind, a red eye, angered and haughty for your disturbing it. Your mind reels - you feel soiled, dirtied. Your body heaves for a disgusted feeling. A robin finds you, and the vision ends.

Marlene of Merryweather, the brides mother, smiled warmly "one done... two to go"

Great story! Thank you for sharing. It's encouraging, as a newer player, to hear a "rags to riches" story like this.

A wonderful system! I've adopted it ever since I was introduced to it in my early days of Vailor. I've adapted the style to a lot of more fantastical and supernatural-themed builds, and I find that its general style can be used for just about any kind of build. Thanks Luky! I hope you're doing well!

((As Aditional info!)) The dark elf clan is located in Vikela and is larger then just those mentioned, thats just the closest family! If you have any questions feel free to dm jaslawonon Or hk1058 about it thru discord, or contact us in game thru the ooc names given above

It should be against the rules to destroy them without an interaction 😡

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Sir Enyalius wondered if the brave... Brave, stupid boy that he fought back on the sands made it out alive. He did try to keep him alive.. It'd be such a shame to die so young.

your welcome ^^

Laeryda looks forward to seeing the list expand.

For wood elves I recommend trying to get to Nevaehlen from their ss pillar at the cloud temple.

The White Blossom Blooms [!] Letters would be delivered to all Vikelian Citizens and Allied Nations by crows with a flock of butterflies. You are cordially invited to celebrate the 18th birthday of Princess Aneira Blanc Viola De Astrea. Join us for a grand celebration within the Queendom of Vikela, inside the royal palace as the princess makes her first debut, becoming a young lady. We invite everyone to indulge in the elegance and grace of the coming-of-age dance. We welcome anyone to ask for the princess’s hand in dance to officially start the night off. All are welcomed, but please bring a good heart and mind. Conflict and fighting will not be tolerated. This event is meant to be fun and welcoming, so please come with good intentions. SOVRÈN MAJESTÉ, Reine Medea Amaranta Viola De Astrea, The Queen of Vikela, La Violetta

Gwen that had already donated a book read it as she was still awaiting access to read books once more in the library.

A poem response was posted to the song.

"After everything the Acolytes did fer' Valdev and it's people, this is how they are repaid." The dwarf grunted as he read the missive, "The old man was right, never trust a Haenseman." He'd long ago packed up his things from his old home in the city, and collected the last of his dues. With a pack upon his back, Rakhnar stepped onto the road and strode towards distant lands, his BSK beret having been long burnt, the last revenant of his loyalty to that accursed kingdom gone.

"I will visit her, soon enough." -- A priest thought to himself, looking through the aperture of gold cast by one bestowed ring, a gift he'd received a long time ago. Doubt clung to him, seeping from the recesses in his mind like tar and clinging to every distraction he'd put before himself. One dread gnawed at him, that if he should fail in his goals, all the duplicity would be for nothing. Every fair autumn day he chose against spending with Aurae, or Aeolus, or even -- eventually -- Elarhil, in pursuit of his purposes would be for naught. Like some burrowing insect, it chewed inside him and made him feel outside of himself, outside the present moment and existing only in the past and in the future at once, yet never the now. -- "I am here." -- He spoke to himself, slipping into the mantra of awareness he was trained to know. Look to one's surroundings, and affirm them in relation to the self... -- "I am here... There is the moon, and I am here. There is the Castle, and I am here. There is the tree, and I am here.." "I will visit her, soon enough."

“This… sounds like a wedding I would enjoy…” The Queen of Balian spoke with a wide grin on her face as she immediately picked up her Jet black sword.

Carlos sits in the clinic staring at the space where his left leg had been, He frowns wondering how he was supposed to tend to the cattle now. "Well at least I managed to Protect The people I care about" Carlos looks to Renata smiling as she looks over his injuries "I'm ok Mi Amor, I promise"