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Brôk, otherwise completely uninvolved in the matter, added the political document or a copy thereof to his scholastic works on Sakuragakure and the Oyashiman culture.

"Thankfully Tanaka was not a newborn, or those paladins would've eaten him and all" Brother Ninnias prays, relieved that Tanaka was only killed and not eaten and sacrificed to Xan

Frustration marks the face of the Golden Hearted Keeper, as she sees her comrades continue to bicker amongst themselves. "The petty squabbles these children find themselves in will lead only to ruin. Those too prideful to throw away past grudges and those too narcissistic to share the glory with their comrades, they MUST change if we are to truly unite as one under the banner of ORDER. For it is Order that preserves us, and Light that guides our way."

[!] A simple note was left in reply. "Disciplined soldiers" do not demand a refund from allies withdrawing.

Dear, Paladin Aurae I am slow to process, but I note the bars As you overstate the effects of your work on ours I understand that we have failed And now I look and check More discord in our ranks is sown by your disrespect Now you call me ignorant, a blundering disgrace If you decide on action, name a time and place, face to face I have the honor to be Xan's disciplined soldier C. Fen

"Goodbye Tanaka, justice may not have been mine's but Zanu will regret this day he slighted our people and took you from us," Shugo Kato Oijin swears a vendetta upon Order.

Word had spread to a blonde haired elfess. Inside her small room in Celia'nor, Ariselle stared at wooden ceiling above her as she laid down. Her eyes were red, her lips curled into a frown, and yet the shine that once occupied her eyes, that small glimmer of light had vanished. She had known the atrocities he had committed in his life, the mistakes he made. Yet with those dark memories came memories where Ariselle saw something more. A side to Lefkos where he was kind, protective, courageous, and selfless. One by one memories flashed in the elfess' mind. But one in particular stood out. A long distant memory now. Yet one that remains vivid in Ariselle's mind. All the memories she had of Lefkos, flashing one by one like slideshow. Each one were filled with happy memories and emotions, yet for Ariselle, they held pain, sorrow, and guilt. Strong guilt. One that eats away at her mind, bit by bit, consuming it with despair. 'Why didn't I stop him?', 'Why didn't I support him enough?', 'Why wasn't I there to prevent all this?' 'He hurt so many, innocents died.' 'But he did many good things too.' 'So why do I still feel for him?', 'Why do I still cry for him?' 'Why do I still...' And at that moment, the elfess sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall, no sound came from her lips as she sobbed into the night. For the first time in hundreds of years, since she was five years old, Ariselle felt truely ALONE. ALONE, and LEFT BEHIND once again. OOC:

Honestly the redline should just be deleted outright. It's already clarified in the feat, where users of that feat should be referring to. Having it duplicated in a magic that the vast majority of devils/ cursed children are unlikely to learn and therefore OOCly read is just courting inconsistencies. To those of you saying this is 'changing the lore to fit their wants', it's quite the opposite. The redline put in the Naztherak MA - - was added in April 2023. The still accepted Devil/ Cursed Child Feat goes in depth about this exact issue, and has its own clarifications - - that this amendment is reiterating. These were accepted in November 2022, not only a full 5 months prior but also in keeping with the four and a half years of established precedent from the original Cursed Children addition back in June 2018, in which timespan multiple cursed child characters obtained deific magics and rulings were given based around the lore logic screenshotted above. This means that, not counting for the inconsistency strangely added to the Naztherak MA (as already stated, the Feat is its own accepted piece and players should be referring to that for its redlines, not a separate magic), Cursed Children have already been able to practice deific magics for just shy of 6 years. This amendment is not adding anything new. Taking that away with a single redline that can be (and seemingly was) easily glossed over in a lore mag is not only horribly disruptive to the roleplay of several people spanning the coarse of years, but also established lore precedent that predates this iteration of the magic.

Somewhere subterranean, clad in sheets of penumbral silks, an ailing madame inspects a missive in placidity. With a weakened, single handed grasp, the paper comes to crumple, and tossed into the hearth just across the room. "And to ashes..." Some somber solace in a more tenebrous hour.

Mirwuldsetiid plays the new Daahd song on full blast, all night, doing a little dance.

"Paladins eat infants," stated Tar-Caraneth Aryantë. Upon finishing regaling the nearest passerby with her half-joking, slanderous tirade, however, she much more seriously remarked, "T'would seem the Xannites are as ill-fated as ever - it would serve them well to learn to more effectively cooperate with their allies... but, then again, father always said they were troublesome. Suppose he's right, as usual."

A confused group of birds stared at Gu’lash. What?

Camilla Monika Falkner smiled at the writing from her home in Brabant. "I have never seen a writing so fitting of Reinmaren and other Waldenian women." She told her daughters and niece.

THE SAKI-GAKI FLOWER FESTIVAL Issued from the Flower Capital of Sakuragakure Year of the Nezumin, 178 SA In honor of the coming Spring and the thawing of woeful times, Saki-Gaki is pleased to announce its first FLOWER FESTIVAL. With great reverence for Tamo-Tamo, the village shall provide an endless stream of Sake and Grub, courtesy of the Grub Bucket. The Village too shall be decorated colorfully with the hues of Sakura and Wisteria, as to honor the Lady, Chiyoko. Additionally, there shall be an assortment of activities for both locals and foreigners to partake in. 1. Kimono Sō: Ladies of Sakuragakure, and abroad, are invited to showcase their finest floral Kimonos; it is recommended that they reflect the colors of Spring. A panel of judges shall award the finest Kimono with 200 Mon. 2. Haiku-Taikai: The finest poets of Saki-Gaki, and the World, are invited to compete against one another with rounds of Haiku. Those who recite the most elegant words shall be awarded the title of “Haiku-Ō”, or King of Haikus. 2. Hana-Zumo: As is customary of the Village, a tournament of Sumo shall be held about the City Center. Each wrestler shall be given a flower to represent, and they who win it all shall have their flower planted about the city! It shall be our greatest hope that no wicked creature accosts this Springtime festival in some damnable display. As is the season, any who would attempt to trample upon life shall feel the wrath of the thawing Sun. It is also noted that visitors are expected to follow the laws of Koyo-Kuni, lest they face the wrath of the Samurai. NAMU MYOHŌ KANI KYO, UGOKOYAMA DANZEN the Oni Slayer, Jūshoku of Nichi-Jin Temple, Legendary Sanbushi, Yobushi of Machiman and Samurai of Koyo-Kuni.

The Nevaehlite goblin Gul'ash peered over the missive with a raised brow that soon settled into a frown. "Int-uhr-est-eeng. To mayke such choize een our nayme weethout blahing to dey rezt ub dey Vahle, ohr kall for agh mooht evun to propurli diskuss eet beefohre bring-eeng eet into dey world. Mi do nub ztand for such." The goblin took in a deep breath, calming herself before pondering the missive some time longer. "Dough if dey blah een eet am true deyn mi kan undurztand if doze ub uz dat wehnt do nub wish to go animohre. Mi should ub been deyr to mayke sure nub such theeng happuned... or bohre witnuss to eet agh mayke dey zayme choize az deym. guess mi weehl peep neckst tik."

Ardaric a Keeper of Xan frowns as he reads the missive, he'd fold it and keep it close for now. "I will do what I can to mend this. A rope cut in half, when tied together again only draws its ends closer. Unity or death.." Thusly, the Paladin set off to the Vale to speak of the present, and a future not yet set in stone..

Dyonne Alusa's eyes rove over the pamphlet Avyndriel gives her, a deep frown spreading across her face. "How dare this outsider speak for our people as a whole! And so publicly no less. I will need to sit down with Nenar about this little friend of hers and about making such sweeping decisions for Nevaehlen without consulting anyone at all." She looks up at the Sun Druid, her expression having calmed. "Please reach out to your contacts among the Order of Xan, and quickly. I would like to make some clarifications with them. Be his ire justified or not, they should know this letter comes from no desk of ours."

Ludmilla of Velec, Adrian rebel turned Deathmancer, bowed fore the bone throne. Her teacher was now King, and their port was now Kingdom.

A certain Oyashiman whose gaunted and horrific body dwelled away from civilization crept a smile. Wherever she was, she knew that her teacher, Minas-sama would ascend and show them all how they were mistaken. Alas, it was not her time to witness his unholy glory. Not yet.

Ashes spewed across the distant valleys and peaks of the Synod's lair. "And thus begins an era anew."