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Finnian Hawkins-Gylldene DARK RED hair, LIGHT BLUE eyes. SIGNIFICANT GREY-BLACK SCAR of a LEFT HAND covering his face. Last seen wearing LEATHER, BROWN FURS and BLUE HOOD leaving HAENSE. Would be about 18 YEARS OF AGE May have a BLUE FLUTE which emits BARDMANCY MANA Search with ARCANA FLOW ANY INFORMATION send to NORLAND, or CAPTAIN VICNAN HAWKINS-GYLLDENE Sinner Gylldene GREYING RED hair, ONE BLUE eye and ONE HAZY BLUE eye Last seen wearing RED MEDICS UNIFORM Around 78 YEARS OF AGE Might be YELLING at someone ANY INFORMATION send to NORLAND, or CAPTAIN VICNAN HAWKINS-GYLLDENE

"Left and right, forward or backward...Everyone we love dies.." she said with a bitter tone, clearly upset to hear of the news of ANOTHER known soul now gone. "May the stars and the moon welcome you, friend," whispered Llora, tears running down.

The Concord Of Azure & Scale -Aluria and Lurin- Agreed on the 14th of The Grand Harvest 178 of the Second Age - The Most Serene State Of Lurin and Principality of Aluria This document refers to The Principality of Aluria, and The Most Serene State of Lurin: ARTICLE I: SOVEREIGNTY I. The Most Serene State of Lurin and the Principality of Aluria hereby recognize each other's sovereignty/governance and the rights to their held lands. ARTICLE II: TRADE I. The Most Serene State of Lurin agrees to provide a location within its walls for the Principality of Aluria to sell its goods. II. The Principality of Aluria agrees to provide a location within its walls for The Most Serene State of Lurin to sell their goods when the time comes and should the treaty still be in effect. III. Disagreements regarding the goods sold can be cleared up amongst the signatories. ARTICLE III: NON-AGGRESSION I. Both the Serene State of Lurin and the Principality of Aluria agree to the clauses of non-aggression and agree to allow safe passage/travel for citizens from either of the respective settlements who are attempting to visit an allied land. If an individual from either of the respective settlements violates this article, then an emergency meeting between the two groups shall be held. ARTICLE IV: FRIENDSHIP & COOPERATION I. It’s the Serene State of Lurin and the Principality of Aluria’s desire to steadily form a friendly relationship with each other’s communities. Furthermore, it has been agreed upon that should either of the two signatories require assistance then they are to help each other. However, this agreement of assistance does not cover combat or warfare with other descendants and their domains. ARTICLE V: DURATION I. This pact lasts 12 years, till the end of the (year) year of the Second Age. The pact may be declared null and void if either signatory violates any of the articles and if the matter cannot be resolved between the two groups. Signed, His Royal Highness, High Prince of Aluria, Talonnii Head Of The Calavénon, Jakob Calavénon The Silver Lubba of the Most Serene State, Matron of House Uialben, Heiress of House Anarion, Protector of the Whispering Isles, Lumia Uialben Baron of Aevum and Minister of Exterior, Edvard Kervallen

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Although she never knew Lefkos personally Llora stood with a sorrowful sight shedding one tear down her cheek. "May the stars and the moon welcome his soul," she whispered, feeling utter pain inside.

Uriella Amethil did not expect another news of death to reach her whilst weeping, but admitely she has been waiting for one ever since Lefkos disappeared, the news werent very suprising to her but still quite shocking!

Young Swivvy don't trust you, so i'm gon shoot you.

Whens Gashadokuro gonna chime back with his own diss track? @femurlord

Uriella Amethil received the news after she returned from the siege of Caladras to home. She learnt of the news of Thelia's death. She said nothing, having recently been made her squire, she wept, more than family would expect her to weep. For her short life Thelia had been there for almost all of it for her and now she had left her a squire without a 'master' . . . She has some foolish hope that it isn't true, but it doesn't change reality. Edit: typo!

By pure chance, Illynora Sylvaeri came upon another elf from the era of the Dominion of Malin within the streets of Númendil. They had struck up a conversation and a blossoming friendship, the kind that came from reminiscing on centuries-old memories. She would never know what happened to Thelia, only that their paths had never crossed again. In the mind of that elder elfess, she held on to the hope that Thelia was out there somewhere, roaming the continent, and they would see one another again in another century, another lifetime.

DEVOTION HEAR ME AEVOS, And know my name, for I am Arpad of Styria, a son of Horen. When I was but a boy, a dream, a haunting vision came to me. It was both tragic and beautiful to behold. In this dream there was nothing, then a spark in the void and then an eye, an eye I have since become familiar with. Drawn by an irresistible pull I dared to venture to the frigid north unarmed and clothed in little, unprepared for what lay ahead. This journey would define my existence; there I found strength, guidance, beauty and archaic knowledge. But most important of all, I found purpose, true purpose. In those northern lands I passed the cold and entered the ashlands, where fire ruled and dragons of ancient times once ruled. There was no vision guiding me there, it was fate, it was divine will; preordination. My flesh now proudly bears marks of ordination, my blood has been spilled for the grand tapestry of existence. For a lifetime, I have been bound in service to the Black Titan, Azdromoth, his essence intertwined with mine as it is with all my brothers and sisters. Through this service we find solace, for our hearts beat in harmony with his divine essence. Azdromoth is our King. My brothers and the venerable Nephilim, we all pay homage to our King in various ways. Let this be my way. Around Aevos, the land bears witness to my devotion. Each brick laid, every drop of blood and sweat, every intricate carving fashioned by my hand, a testament to the Titan. A communion of mortal and divine. Three shrines I have built. Each made by myself. A place for descendant-kind to learn of Azdromoth and His ways. Each shrine is a place to meditate, to ponder over the past and future, to pay tribute. Find clarity in this place, seekers. Find the home of Dragons and walk the Golden Path with us. In Asioth’s embrace, you will find freedom. May your souls be ignited with purpose and destiny.

Princess Adalfriede of Hexenwald was not surprised upon receiving the invitation. Jadwiga, as she had then been known, and the young prince had seemed practically inseparable, all those years ago. Even if she could not attend the celebrations, she resolved to send a letter to the Lady Hedwig. Perhaps, even as she had grown into a young woman, she was still interested in the theatre...

A once child of the titan with his flame now sundered looked out upon the fields of ash - he did not know the herald well but he gives a moment of silence for the lost comrade with a fist to his chest.

Isabella Fa'alua Fahrazad held the proclamation to her chest. It's pages were kissed by the ruby pendant of the Wolf hung about the haggard farfolk's neck . Five Decades; I suppose that will have to do, hm? The Sorceress turned the Crimson jewelry about to inspect its face. It felt like nothing at all, but when we were younger I was aching for the day... a weak, wrinkled smile graced Isabella's face, if even briefly, before dropping the pendant back to rest We'll have to celebrate another time, the clock is still ticking.

Get him get him get him...

A woman, mentally marred by the abyss's corruption, mourned the mali she had once taken such pride in tormented. Though knowing well of his plights, she pondered if the elf that met his end that day and the 'aheral she'd once considered a friend, a confidante, an eternally patient foe, were one of the same. Perhaps the body of Lefkos had died that night, but in her eyes, his soul, the truest reflection of his self, had died when Xan had turned his back on him. Regardless, Valindra, survivor of the abyss, wept not like the lord immortal she hoped to one day be, but as the truly pathetic and insignificant mortal she was. This is not common knowledge- do not metagame this.

𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖆𝖗 𝕿𝖔𝖕 𝕾𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖋 - 𝕯𝖆𝖆𝖍𝖉 𝕲𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖓 𝕮𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 (𝕺𝕾𝕬) @femurlord

adding this to moths list of random ass magical animals as we speak

Lefkos son, Raziel collapsed at the second news to reach him. "Sarrion, Thelia... and now father."

bug just is the pokemon. its out there doing its shit

Raziel Amethil stared when the news of the death of one of his oldest friends reached him... His mind reached for their first meeting more than a century. Yet the void filled him. He cried not, he just stared. "They are all dead."

Elathion sat in the halls of Tor'Praeth, pondering the lack of Thelia and her curiosity, her questions and her intelligence. They had lost a fine herald today, and he lamented the fact that he could not bear witness to her completing more of her journey.