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By word of mouth, the Yyrul Coth Absolve is gaining traction. Gray, pointed ears catch wind of a reformation with details dependent on the depth of their informant, albeit the notion spreads nonetheless. The dark elves are gathering once more.

 

[[This thread, although small, is simply for communication. I ask that if you play a dark elf and are interested in joining the growing movement of the Absolve then please leave your skype contact below. I will add you and throw you into our chat where you can be caught up on the OOC and IC matters of this reformation. Joining the Skype chat means your character already has or will join(ed) the Absolve and seeks to participate in its coming about. If you do, please leave a comment on our charter!]]

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Mithius frowns upon this and decides to create his own schism.

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Salendys hears the news and decides to check on her wayward kin.

 

((Skype: meersohn33))

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Lazarus DeNurem hears the call from his kin and joins amongst their ranks.

 

((You've got mine Zarsies ;^)

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     Smoke curls up from a worn wooden pipe. Within the catacombs of the Grand Library of Dragur, an older 'ker pulls his chapped lips from the wood and blows a ring of smoke into the air. He'd mentioned the topic to every man of his kin since he arrived at this institution: "Where are our kin hiding?" And after a year of waiting, word of a settlement finally reaches his desk.

 

     Ashur rises from the table, his crimson robes swishing, and douses his pipe. Above his head lie the quarters of the Harbing-- Librarian, he mentally corrects himself. As he makes his way up the spiral staircase, he forms the forthcoming speech in his head.

 

     "I've decided to take leave for a week or so..."

 

((Skype: Cosmikornia))

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Elvrohir, lounging in the Sirame barracks, hears of this from the Ker officers. As they leave the room, Elv remains, quite confident that the Ker will not abandon their Ame cousins, and their home among them.

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Ikru, the annoying child was infact in the gathering. He becomes more hyped for a new home!

 

(You have my skype ;P)

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Dak'ir yawns as he reads over the note, raising a lazy brow. "Huh. Glad I'm not the only one who worries about the well being of our people. Though I've already put plans in motion. 

 

((To kinda spoil my surprise, I fly home in a few days and was going to restart the darkies, I've already got land reserved for them. Skype is Dakirennis though if you want to hit me up.))

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Svadus Ulerar would hear talk of the Yyrul Coth Absolve while walking the streets of Felsen. 
He would hope that this time a stable government would rule over his people instead of the mess that was Vivec.
 

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skype is Shalashask

 

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Larrisa would hear of the gathering of her kin from the docks before mumbling 

"About time."

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Skype: Krytonya :3

 

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Skype: Littlewoofyfox

Although i wish to know what this entails before joining you.

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An older 'ker drums his fingers on his knee as he sits outside his cottage off in the wilderness, reading over the note he received from a student he taught in a land long since departed. He strokes his chin, looking over his shoulder through the small window of the cottage at his wife, currently sitting in their living room and speaking with their son.

 

"Perhaps it is time to return to our kin," he muses softly, running a hand through his dark hair. His magenta eyes scan over the note again before he hops to his feet, heading inside to talk to her about it.

 

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Dauth sinks into his desk chair, contemplating the rumours that he has heard throughout Vailor. Drumming his fingers against his knees, he lets out an exasperated sigh, muttering, "Perhaps it is time to return to my roots."

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