Inside a room, within the Manor that lays within the heart of this Estate, a woman paces about their hands behind her back as a frown crosses their gaze. A mumble is given from this woman as she paces back and forth while a core of some sorts sits peacefully upon the table, inactive unable to do much but remain, around this core are a number of dull crystals and gold materials with papers and books. As this woman paces about she speaks towards this inactive core as if it could interact with her.

“My, oh my.” the woman lets outs with a deep sigh, her head shaking “Sometimes my ability to understand outweighs my ability to do. I understand how but to perform a theory into practice is something which grows greatly annoying to myself.” She turns her head peering directly at this core a thin-lined lip is present as a more neutral gaze is shown. “But what to do … questions and cloud within mind. Things I know I can, but unable to physically do. Is this what stress is?” her question given but no response. A second sigh is presented as she returns to pacing about. “I have an idea” a smile rises to change the more stressed sighing woman, as she turns to the table collecting paper and quill writing with speed.

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The Osser Estate has grown tired and lonely over the years. Many visit but those which I, Chiyo Osser know of, never come. So I have taken it upon myself to organised that of a party for those I’d consider friends or at least, friendly and willing to meet. As I’m widely known for my love of tea, cookies and cake, I will send out this invitation to the following, to join me at the Osser Estate in an evening of socialising and casual enjoyment of tea, cake and the scene which are to be offered.

Trade Monarch, Mika Uialben, plus family

Triumvirate , Jon Snowell, plus family

Minister of Defense, Domonic Elmoran, plus family

Cerulean Officer, Keldas Redcloud, plus family

Keorn, plus family

Alongside the fine citizens of the Sutican State that want to partake in the social gathering within the Osser Estate.

Signed

[!] A room lays silent as the lights brighten it, these lights elevating within the room as the small masses of light float about bobbing and shining. The room is a simple constructed room with a desk on the far wall. A collection of tools and jars with wisps of colours located within is upon this table as a woman can be seen back to which we view, seated down with a hand upon a tool. Slowly turning a trinket within her delegate grasp. This woman holding a rather unusual tone to her skin and an odd natural hue being projected off her skin. The eyes being bright as her hair whiten. A hand sways towards a cup that contains a quill, returning her tinkered mechanism away to the side. Her hand returns to the centre as she jots down upon the paper. Humming as she reads aloud what is being written.

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A Writing of the Unknown Night

Those who dream, dream normally a sweet dream, they dream of life and happiness, they dream a dream which is good, meaningful, of a better time. When others dream their mind gives them less of a good dream, this dream clouded and foggy, unable to really tell what this dream is but they know, deep down it’s a bad dream. A gut feeling, a sense of dread and fear washing over the dreamer. This is a common thing that occurs to everyone once in a while. But how do we know this is just the mind seeping into our thoughts which we do not wish to see? Or someone else forcing our dreams to become something we do not want to know.

When we sleep we feel safe, we feel at ease for why would anyone really want to enter our homes within cities large and defended by guards? Why would we care, for when we blow out our bedside candles and shut our eyes, what if this isn’t a time for sleeping but a time to be awake? For us, we sleep but for others who may, or may not hold more sinister plans for our helpless bodies as we slumber away unprotected, unable to defend if we do by any chance become a victim of what may or may not be out there.

As the void teaches people, from nothing something can become, but what if with darkness light is to be made? With this idea wouldn’t that mean that creatures linger within the darkness, within corners of our eyes without our notice?  Can be a thing? Creatures, that make us question if they're real or not? Do we really know everything this realm has to offer? To we know each thing, each magic, each person, each city, each race, each creature, each horror? Do we all, know this? Or do we only know what has been given to us our whole lives? I know of the Arcane but not of a simple life. Others know simple lives but not that of a magical one. Each time I wake, each time I open my eyes the possibilities of this being the last is greater than each time as age counts down. Rambles is all which I can do. Until life is shown my eye will always be aware for the next time I sleep or dream. I will second guess if it's my own, or one which was given to me.

Chiyo Osser

The Mysterious Estate

Gloomy day on the seaside manor upon the Osser Estate, located within Sutica

Many have wondered who or what owns the Estate of blue which has it’s own dock, it’s own farms, it’s own lands next to Eastcliffe. This place has never really operated, only maintaining to themselves for a long time, even the name of this place isn’t known to many. But, to some, it’s a place of adventure and that of the Arcane. Home of simple folk who dabble in the realm which isn’t a realm, but we know it isn’t ours. This is the Osser Estate.

The Estate

The Osser Estate was founded when Sutica made it’s trip to the new world. One Lady Chiyo Osser, retired Minister of the State wished to hold a home away from the capital. To hold a place which she could always return too, always change to what she wants from it, always have faith that it’ll always be hers, her home. After the construction of the Estate, the Osser household which dwelled and lived within slowly vanished and disappeared. The members of the house simply dying or just not show up leaving this large mass of land to only Chiyo. Destroyed by her family leaving her alone in a large empty house, the Estate fell dormant and held many housekeepers which maintained the growth of the farms and kept the weeds at bay.

Now times changed once more and the Osser Estate has returned back into power of an Osser, this Osser however offering services of magical education more as a private tutor. Alongside the magical trade of enchantments. Please advise prices range depending on requests.

Learning Services

(Free of Charge. Just past a test)

- Mana Understanding

- Basic Voidal Studies

- Advance Voidal Studies

- Evocation Studies

Magical Trading Services

-Life Enchantments (Anything non-combative which can help daily life)

- Minor Combative Enchantments (Fire, Earth or Air)

- Advance Combative Enchantments (Fire, Earth or Air)

Signed

Lady Chiyo Osser

Art was very epically done by - Basil The Bunny

[!] Within a room sits a woman, her skin blue with eyes which shine a brighten pink she glows in a faint shade of a deepen aqua which hues out of her neatly put together formalwear, worn to look at as time has passed for this ageing glowing elven woman, sits and writes. Her hand scribbling away, she contorts her gaze scrambling up the paper throwing it behind. A sigh escapes as she slows herself, peering out a window to the outside. A smile brightens as a smug gaze falls on her. The freehand of this woman extends as she looks to it, slowly the hand glows more potent then the rest as a collection of sand formulates upon hand, no words break as she does. For a moment she stares but moments pass and her hand clenches making this sand vanish as she returns to writing.

Have you’ve ever looked upwards at the Sky? Ever wondered what’s beyond the mortal realm and things which is out of reach within the veil? Things which enter into the realm of the unknown, the realm hated by some and adored by others. The realm between worlds this place which is and which isn’t a place. Land of all but null. From this very idea became the saying and a popular one at that for what is the void, ‘It is all but nothing at the same time. But when you gaze upwards to the sky and see the shining lights which make it, the glitter of things which are out of your mortal grasp unable to hold but see. A dream is presented. A question is given, What if? Yet this question so simple and broad but allows others to understand the very nature of things, to question is to become powerful and to hold power is to question. Why? Why is it this world we live in is a simple collection of minds which hold ideas which are that of what’s and who’s or why’s and how’s? But after this idea is within mind how do we stop this from becoming what is, what am I if not this? What am I if not a questioner seeking that of a question? As I write these thoughts on that of a simple empty unknown of what is known but also not. Question fly from the mind as it races around asking and knowing what I asked but asking again to dwell deeper upon the subject. Can we become clenched of thirst if we’re forced to drink to maintain our own pointless lives? Our life is as long as our parent’s ones. Mine extending that of three centuries and only now have I sat down to write such …. Such dribble upon pages of a drooling ageing fool which has come to understand but never fully shared.

I have looked up at the night’s sky and smiled for I know what it is that I am looking at. I know it’s a greater place of power and creation. A place of untold and unseen wonders which I dabble in. A place I wish to go once more. Willingly allow oneself to simply embrace and finally and truly understand where creatures I once fought and brought fear to the realm is from. I wish to see this once again and finally understand why. But what is this why? For this, I hold no words to share but it drives deep within my mind the idea of wanting to know, but to know what. I have to answer why am I. Why do I run? Why do I refuse to connect to the emotions of all? Why do I allow myself to weaken to understand the very fabrics of mana within all things? To tinker with the world and to use only but a humble thought to create wonders which bring smiles to faces, but to me, to I, it brings none. I hold many things and can share many more. But meaningless this is without the ability to truly care. But for what? Wars to take those you care for and powers to destroy those you lost. To grow distant and unknown to become the very thing you hate. To grow old and grumpy. To finally understand the difficulties of age. To see many lives grow old and die, but I, I am forced to watch all things come to an end, the great feats of which is mine, never truly remembered for who cares for the scribbles of an old, angry woman which has become revolved around the thing she sought for so long.

The ability to know