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“Strange how most of these people are druids.” Some elf would comment idly within his home.

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"Idiot." The mali'aheral commented. Then throwing the missive into the fire so he could help those mali'ame who left Elvenesse. 

 

 

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9 minutes ago, Witchlore said:

Yrenuin throws the missive into her fireplace before going on a hunting trip with her family.  

"Haha, elves." 

 

Kairn enjoys his hunting trip with his family. 

 

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The Wyvern Druid, Syndra Caerme'onn, would catch word of the troubles being had within Elvenesse. Her decision to depart those lands seemed to have been a wise one, the auburn-haired 'ame watching the ambitious of both old Aegrothond and Siramenor finally clash. She only hoped some made it out unscathed, Andria and Avius among those favored few.

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Word of the state of Elvenesse is brought to Korhadtviz deep within his crypt, carried by a stumbling bundle of black cloth. He smiles, and then throws the messenger into the fire as it screams. 

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2 minutes ago, Sorcerio said:

Word of the state of Elvenesse is brought to Korhadtviz deep within his crypt, carried by a stumbling bundle of black cloth. He smiles, and then throws the messenger into the fire as it screams. 

 

Within that same crypt, a certain Hound would eject from its bundle of cloth as it was thrown, screaming in terror and fury for but the briefest of moments! 

 

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Boreal read over the missive, by themselves in their home, they merely decided to join Hareven's habit of folding them into origami as they finished reading them, or merely using the backside for drawing and writing.
"Perhaps something more entertaining would come from this realm aside from political bickering? Who knows."
The pale elf mused, their usually mirthless complexion curling up into a smile.

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EDIT: i forgot the FONT!
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Rylleah shakes her head as she sits in her boat and reads. "What a shame. They just fear who actually started it if they keep taking it out on other." Rylleah tisks as she lets the paper fall to the table. "They must be truly scared to lose their power."

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1 hour ago, Keefy said:

Hareven realizes there's going to be alot of missives in the future and is now committing to folding them all into origami and sitting them around his house. 

Quillian enters the homely burrow and is greeted by an army of origami swans, simply blinking she offered a grin "Productive day?"

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Cecil shudders, distantly recalling a reading he did for Faenor. "Oh. ****."

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A raven coated in a fast array of feathers dropped from the heaven's to deliver a copy of the missive to the young girl who sat quietly by her friend's bedside at a clinic. Serpentine orbs skimmed through the message, each word and letter sparking inhuman excitement from within. Cracking a smile, she'd laugh "HAAH CHIKUSHOU!" Snickering and grinning wildly from ear to ear, Beowulf would gently fold and pocket the reading away to be saved for some later piece of historical evidence. "Oh I wonder what those bastards are saying about thi-" The raven stuffed it's head in the woman's mouth as a way to mute her and not disturb the sleeping patient.

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A one-eyed 'aheral begins to collect the missives, in preparation for creating a book for such collection.

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5 hours ago, Keefy said:

Hareven realizes there's going to be alot of missives in the future and is now committing to folding them all into origami and sitting them around his house. 

Vienele paid her brother a visit that day, only to be met with his house full of origami animals. Amusement was apparent on her face as she looked at each one. "You'll have to teach me how!"

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Airebys skims the message, folding it neatly and tossing it onto his desk because he's neither a nincompoop nor an arsonist.

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Harold is glad to be a halfling removed from most politics as they go back to wandering around the continent. "Whack." 

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