MISSING PERSON: Grae'laen Loa'chil

[WhatASithuation 210]

MISSING PERSON
GRAE’LAEN LOA’CHIL

 (Looks about 7 years older of age than shown)

Description: Blonde curly hair, green eyes, grey skin with a purple hue skin, usually covered in ash and soot, about 6’5
Last seen in a yellow shirt with green suspenders and black pants

 

Kidnapped by OLIVIA, used to be human, now undead. They are known to prowl the woods around active cities and nations. 
Description: Red Armor with a greatsword

 

Will reward the return of Grae’lean or the capture of Olivia with rare knowledge, alchemicals, and or mina

Contact Athri’annyer Loa’chil [WhatASithuation] if you obtain any information and whereabouts, regarding the undead or the missing person

Sponsored by Ak’vei

 

 

[wytch 870]

Nemir'mayh Loa'chil stares at the notice in momentary disbelief, her hand slowly balling into a fist as fury overtook confusion. "She's about to rejoin the dead, nobody hurts my sister. Nobody." She said to herself, securing her armor and gear. The hunt begins.

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

Amou, as soon as he read the missive, began to dawn his armor and prepare himself. He garners hundreds of mina, his armor and equipment and begins to saddle his horse. His birds in their cages began to freak out as the Homunculi prepares to go save his sister.

[xo31 3979]

A man. . .

. . .And a woman,

Spoke to eachother.

 

"She is sweet, we should save her."

"Why are you telling me this, Anthony? Do you think I would disagree?"

"Well, of course not. I suppose I hoped for some of that wisdom you offer me whether I like it or not, Amelie."

"I've got none for you today. Sharpen your blade, Lazarus, perhaps go and talk to that sailor-woman."

"Fine. I'm sure she'll know some further strategy. I wonder if I can go and borrow myself some Boomsteel oncemore."

 

The paper was crumpled, and the helmet was placed over his brown braids. Crimson auras formed around him, rusting his armor, and he set off.

 

"You saved us before, and thus, it is my time to save you."

 

[Star Whale 115]

Sebastian read the missive over many times his thoughts constantly going back to the night he saw last Grae "we should've followed them...." he would mutter to himself  "...maybe we could've stopped this from happening" he would say again the thoughts of Grae and now his student being taken fresh in his mind making him driven to help get them back 

[KalashnikovaAvto 65]

Olivia Crumpled the copy of the wanted poster "We're not done with her yet; she's in good hands." She threw it on the ground death emitting as the loud steps of their armor can be heard

[ProcaPro 557]

An elf sits huddled in a corner, unknowing of any search for her. Another scratch is added to her wall with a loose stone, a tiny thing. She couldn't tell what she was keeping track of anymore, only that it felt like the right time for a new one.

[EmiliainWonderland 2309]

A half-elf furrows her brow in worry. "She can't be dead, surely. Not another, this one is too young." Lamented Asteria Teufel-Larue, who had known Grae for quite sometime and wished for her safe return. Perhaps she needed to do some searching to return the woman to her family and friends.

[Mestvin 947]

A dark being would sit on it's throne clearly amused at the amount of worthless letters filling his royal aviary.

 

"A demand?"

"Perhaps this rat will be sent in pieces to her family then."
"I am such a great Host. I cannot fail to entertain."

 

Egotistical laughter echoed throughout the royal chamber

[confusedjester 809]

Julia prayed for the safe return of her new friend.

[KalashnikovaAvto 65]

Alas the reunion of their family the corpse of said captor lay infront of the Haense Bridge and there's been hint of the belongings it had was taken and their teeth were taken. the Helmet were all bashed with a huge wound onto their skull. Better faith than what they will do to her if she chosed to disobey

[WhatASithuation 210]

Athri clutched a letter in his hand , his brow furrowed in concern. Saving his daughter did not come without a little bit of cost, it seemed. He folded it , storing it carefully away for evidence. Perhaps, he'd just put his faith into the psychological profile he built on the necromancer. They were manic, indecisive. Maybe, they'd simply turn their attention to something more appealing if he stayed out of the crosshairs directly. All thoughts he pushed to the back of his mind, sitting by his his daughter in the square. He'd pass her a tea, then flashed a smile.

[StormKnight_737 65]

Upon noticing the poster, he pulls out a small notebook, jotting down the name and a rough description. Perhaps this could be his new quest...