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"Snow Elves..." Ellenore av Eiriksdóttir frowns.

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.

Greetings in Gold Within the wilds of the realm, near heartlands and haunted human lands, a shrine of bone and ruined stone rested. Acting as a place of communion for the lost, and curious. Rumors on the wind, from ghosts to ghouls, whispered an offer to the curious and crude. A hymn, acting as a gilded offer, for those who wished to refine their very crafts and skills. Wanderers far and wide all seek something Some desire riches, more than they will use in their single lifetime Some seek power, yet lack a vessel worthy of claiming such While others seek knowledge, that which even the wise warn against. So, why not claim it all? Strike a deal, make a bargain, trade with the greatest traders of them all After all, coin is just as valuable as a corpse.

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!

good read made me reflective of the wlands community I was lucky to be apart of in 2017

((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

"Usurper and a liar. She has no right to call herself Atmorice nor Fennic with her voidal taint." The Court Alchemist of Celia'nor spoke to the metalic raven on his shoulder as he stood in the forge. Placing the missive down to work on some new weapon. Hammer strike after strike ring the yellow hot metal. "The Prince was foolish to be deceived by a farce snake's words. Nay. A worm. I do hope the young Prince will grow wiser from this.."

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

Alfred, Erwin's father grins with pure elation as his, and Siegmund's plans finally come to fruition.

A Recount of the Nuptials of Lord Erwin and Lady Siegmunda 3rd of the First Seed, 1977 Written by MARLENE OF MERRYWEATHER The Principality of Reinmar and the March of Velen have long been Waldenien cousins, sharing a common culture, language, and history. Recently, the March of Velen expressed a desire to strengthen their ties with Reinmar through marriage. As a result, Erwin Barclay, the eldest son of Alfred I, and Siegmunda von Reuss, the daughter of Siegmund I, were to be wed. The wedding was a modest affair, attended only by immediate family members from both sides. The bride was traditionally escorted down the aisle by her father, the Margrave, and the ceremony took place in the Tempel der Waldenisches Martyrer, officiated by Father Matthias. The wedding ceremony concluded with a buss exchanged by the couple, followed by applause from the small gathering. This was accompanied by the customary exchange of a dowry between the Waldenic families. SIGNED, His Royal Highness, Alfred I, GMSTSR ROKSG, Prince in Reinmar and of Sutica, Duke of Reinmar, Count of Freimark and Kretzen, Baron of Madvon and Freising, Lord of Sankt Johannsburg, Freisburg, Wilheburg, Rozenfeld, Erwinsburg and Neuberg, High Chief of the Reinmaren His Excellency, Siegmund I, RKTVOOBE, ROKSG, Margrave of Velen, Count of Cantal, Viscount of the Aschenwald, Baron Mons Velena, Alsace, and the Arentania, Lord of Kostritz, Patriarch of the House von Reuss, Elector of Velen, Protector of the Aschenwald peoples, Vice-Chancellor of Aaun His Lordship, Erwin Barclay Her Ladyship, Siegmunda of Velen

"This is what Vytrek would have wanted. Good work Zalerya" Speaks a distant 'fenn.

what a positive post. brightened my day. just a small insight into simplyseo's bloomingly positive brain.

Two eyes rested onto the missive as the exhausted Iva read. In the past, rage would've filled the youngster's veins. Righteous, blood-thirsty ire, directed to that family member which knifed it's kin in the back. Though Iva merely sighed, vindicated. As if released from the turmoil of suspicion, Iva finally had justification for their distrust. "I was right not to trust her" remarked Iva through their later morning trainings to Aldous "She DID attempt to harm Adelia, as I thought." clarified the fennic reject. "I consistently see what is to come, yet I am never given audience"

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"I should have listened to my advisor's, Seems valindra was right about you Zalerya" Adelia would scoff giving a light chuckle as she would read over the missive while drinking her afternoon tea before tossing it in the fireplace beside her "I suppose i have to make a written response now" the 'fenn would lament picking up her quill and some parchment

"Who is this Ser Pants you are talking about?" Raziel inquired from his favorite third cousin twice removed.