Cryothane

"An heir.." One brunette murmurs, digits gracing the pages letterings as a soft smile forms over features- a sage green gaze peering out the windows. "God bless them. God bless Burgundy." She beams.

“Keep moving, Mr. Savoie takes no questions this day. Stay behind the barrier!” Calls the Knight, gauntleted hands raising upwards, ”WARLOCK, shield him from the court-sketcher! No pictures!”

Wicked, wicked PK post.

Upon passing by the familiar darkelf, she stopped her friend on the street, patting the missive with the back of her hand. "Meracahe, how the **** do you do this connection puzzle? I think I nailed down the Haenser part. Rat, pig, snake.."

calling everyone u dont like nazis is sooo 2019

“Guys. I’m a darkelf.” Said Vestariel.

"And nothing of value was lost." A ker' notes- tossing the missive aside.

Crimson hues skimmed over the missive, gauntleted digits tracing the urgent scripts upon it. The words held weight, as she had stood watching it all unfold. Every hand would be needed to fortify what peace had allowed to wane. A sharp exhale left her. Folding the parchment, the light glowing eyes gazed towards the city. Towering boughs, and scape bathed in golden sun. "Rise to your duty." The darkelfess uttered, placing it in her satchel as she moved further into her home. { Or fall, as all Kingdoms inevitably do. } [OOC] IGN: Heartesy Persona Name: Vestariel Ithelanen

reserved

Isolde peered down towards the missive that would soon reach her hand as it made way across the lands. Her eyes peered to her still, ever destroyed and maimed shoulder. Recalling that night - of which had stolen not only a limbs worth, but her passion of archery with it - at the hand of these Holy Knights. " 'None shall be maimed or slain unless they have specifically provoked a provision of this code.' " "False face must hide what the false heart doth know. I shan't allow your grievances repeated on another of the Nevaehli people, again." With that, it was crumpled - and tossed away. As she made way to the clinic, in search of further aid or perhaps replacement of her destroyed shoulder and unworking arm.

Isolde gazes to her smashed-in shoulder. Thinking back to her own, recent unfortunate happening- much like described in the missive. Folding the parchment neatly- she makes a soft sigh. Taking one home, to spread the word to her kin.

@JJoseylongest time friend, wonderful artist and amazing person. thank u for always having my back, giving it to me straight and steering me the right direction, not sure i would be a cool dude without u @GammaRose@cmmdr_jester jester i dont know your @ but im really happy i got to meet the both of you, thank u guys for hanging out and i love u dearly @child_neglecter sam ur a silly goose and im happy to have known u @souleater007voiden you've been a good friend for a long time, always know who to go to when i need advice and appreciate you @M1919we aren't too close but as far as i've considered you've always been a real friend and a good dude, thanks for hanging out, and the banter as always man. @ryanark ryan ur freaking @ doesnt work but ur a super cool dude, thanks for being a friend and cheers to all our awesome stories @Smmerim really happy we made up, time spent with u is never wasted and i appreciate the laughs and having knowing a good friend to talk to when i need to and be myself with. ur a real one smmers, and it wouldnt be a real thank u if i didnt mention how much freaking art you buy, i have a blast making it so i appreciate that of u as well @rainalyn I DONT KNOW WHY THE @ ISNT WORKING but hanging around you is always a blast, you're always super sweet and give good advice when i need it @ImmortalShadowZshadows ur a good lad innit bruv, i wouldnt know what i'd dew without u yeh? hope ur days a real corker. (i appreciate the times we hang out, you're a cool dude and cheers to more years of friendship) if i didnt @ u its bc i HATE YOU!!!!

[!] The winds howl an elden tune. There is a wickedness flowing through the Northern winds, seeping [!] from the wooded lands. . . Underneath the Crooked Moon Stalks the King on cloven hoof In pale decay and empty gloom He comes for you Canst thou not feel it? The trees thirst for blood. For each moment thou pause to gaze, thou feelest its eyes upon thee. With every step thou tak'st into the depths, the warmth of hearth and home vanish behind thee. Dost thou not sense the peril, the chance that thou may never return? The trees, they watch thee, drawing near with each passing moment. Their boughs stretch out to thee, yet they never quite grasp. Thou feelest the need to tread with caution. There is a change in the forests... Their reach extendeth farther than thou dost recall. OUT OF CHARACTER [Please read below.] Do you like giving your characters traumatic experiences? Do you like cool tattoos? Do you like hunting down evil people? Do you think maybe you WANT your character to have wicked tattoos but they'd NEVER do such a thing on their own? Or maybe you just want cool tattoos. Either way if so, this post is for you! Main Storyline The Muse is a cruel cultist-type character. She has two focuses: blood, and art. The main sort of interaction most people are likely to get with her through the main storyline is kidnapped, and tattooed(scarification). The explicit reason won’t be stated here, but it is possible to find out or guess. To be clear, the sort of 'tattoos' The Muse does are ‘scarrification tattoos'. Which is, effectively, the carving of skin to the dermis layer to cause permanent imprints[Not with ink]. Meaning the more you want skinned off the more harsh it's gonna be on your lad/lass. Because of that whole.. Bloodloss thing. Second Storyline This is ignoring mutilation entirely and solely the catching/hunting her part. It’s possible to search her area if you find it (I’ll hop online and tell you descriptions of the area if you decide to investigate it. I’m not ST, so I can’t invis. Which may make it a little wonky but not impossible). There are hints of ways to catch her there. To answer some questions pre-emptively: Can this be a random encounter? The mutilation itself- no, I am only doing those situations set up OOC beforehand, due to how gruesome they can be in nature. Flaying people’s skin off is not the sort of interaction I would like to just drop on people, but interaction outside of pre-planned mutilation encounters is possible. Do they have to be gorey? Not at all! I am completely open to scene-skipping for comfort but they still obtain their cool lil’ mutilation tattoos. Can I have more than one interaction? Yes! But people who haven’t gotten any might be prioritized. Who can interact with her? Anyone except children. Understand however that if your character is a gigantic **** off orc, or some otherwise intimidating creature, there is a lot less of a chance you’ll be able to have any interaction with her main storyline- mainly because the Muse is not likely to go after something or someone that can easily kill or hurt her- she still has a fear factor. Can I catch/kill her? Hunting her is a very possible storyline to follow, yes. If someone kills her, no matter how early or late in the storyline, the character will be PKed. Can I fix her? Do you really want to? [Yes, this is possible. But it won't be easy.] Can I join her? Yes! But it may be a bit of a pain in the ass to get her to trust you. This character cannot be romanced. Please do not attempt to romantically interact with this character. But that is about all. Leave a message below here with your discord and I'll shoot you a message from @heartesy if you're interested! [[Please note, there are a few things this antag needs to do to get the ball rolling, so you may be waiting a moment!]] I've never tried antagging this way before, hopefully its enjoyable, but suggestions/critique on the idea are welcome.

I wish I'd known sooner this was going on, and that I got to talk to her more. I shot the shit with her in VC a while back in May, 5 days before my birthday. From the small few hours we did get to hang out, Pebbles with just a genuine, absolute gem. Rest easy, Pebbles. I'll send out a prayer for you, and for your folks. Never know just how little time you have with the people around you until they go. Hold your friends a little closer and love your loved ones a little harder.

and then they pulled out their boats and jumped off the balcony funniest shit i'd ever seen.

never gonna get over the ******* boats LOL

Aefre Ohlson hummed lightly as she was brought to view the city alongside her cousin. A small smile formed over her features. A wonderful start to a new turn in life.

✠ ECHOES OF CONSEQUENCE ✠ A Response to Royal Hubris I often read the missives of the grand happenings of the days. Today, however, I have had the displeasure of reading the excuse for a pity party. "We shall not let them extinguish our culture, our history!" you yell. "You have slaughtered our children, men, and women!" you weep, as if convincing yourself these were our goals at all. The truth is, you were never so important. We had no gripe with your cultures, none with your histories. We had no intent to extinguish anyone from these lands. You write with venom in your words, as if truly destroying you and the Coalition was and had always been our goal. And yet, it was you who first rang the bells of war. You brought war to our land for no greater reason I know of than to take it. You claim us as Devil's spawn, so that it may give you the right to slay our brave soldiers—our women and our children. And yet, those who rang this bell of war have forgotten that it tolls for all who may hear its call and respond to it by sword. You have poked the bear, you have angered the bull. And now you face consequences for it. It is all the talk of cowards who hold shiny crowns and circlets upon their heads. Who run, to leave their citizenship behind to die, and cheer for it afterwards. “At least it is I who have lived!” They smile, as the blood of their soldiers still stains the ground, or in this case, their throne room floor. So come for us, for we will be waiting. Your promises are well heard. Signed,

Misty saw the humor in this missive, reading over it she really couldn't even laugh anymore. Offering a scoff. "They have begun and participated in a war they can not fight." "When it was our men, women, and children slain, it was but not an issue. A victory, for them." "To them, we- Veletz, Krugmar, the Ferrymen, Stassion, our forces were nothing but pieces of land for them to take. " "And now look at this foolishness they write.. Cowardly attack, she writes, safe in her princess tower that she ran off to, abandoning her people and leaving them to die. Her first act as Queen, to run away, like many of the Coalition." "If you did not want war, you should have not created it, fools." Misty spat, dropping the missive unto the puddled ground..

"Fled her people. History seems to repeat itself for the.. Is it 5th time now?" Misty mused, reading over the parchment before it was neatly tucked in her satchel.

Misty overheard the happening, she as well overheard the reactions to Veletz winnings. She couldn’t help but be confused.. “Ah, let us begin war. But how dare you, my enemy, continue to wage this war I have started and since made no attempt to cease or for peace. Why don’t you just lie down and die? Stupid enemy.” She mocked.

“Again?” Misty inquired, raising a brow as she glanced towards the man being ushered towards the castle cells.

Hearing of the occurrence through word of mouth, Misty would shake her head. The news was unsurprising to the Easworth, but she was disappointed nonetheless. ”These who boast their victories, these who celebrate our death and despairs, know not the irony they hold in all their inaction..”