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A dark haired human glanced over the missive, before peering upwards at the board she took it from. Smiling faintly. "The only easy day was yesterday." "For Veletz, my brothers and sisters in arms." "For Veletz."

A black haired Easworth saluted her orcish comrades, proud to have fought beside them. "Merry Krugsmas, warriors."

"Bless you Orcish warriors. . Calling you avid fighters is far an understatement! Merry Krugsmas, to Veletz!"

Still wiping the blood from her armor and weaponry, a cocky smile was present on Misty's features. "For each man we had, they had almost three more.. And still we stand on victories hill. Today was a good day." Bringing her eyes upwards, she stared towards the red banner. The crow sigil woven unto the fabric staring back, her smile grew. "I make the Easworth House proud today, Father.."

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Crazy? I was crazy once.

12th of The First Seed, 144 S.A. A LETTER TO THE DE VILAIN; This letter is specifically created to mimic the last letter my mother ever obtained from my grandfather, Hannes de Vilain. I hoped it would have maybe garnered some attention from the people it’s specifically written for. My name is Idaline de Vilain- more commonly known as Ida. My mother is Agnes de Vilain. My father, Atticus de Vilain. Though, to my knowledge you have never met him. If any of my family is left alive, I apologize to inform you it’s most likely my mother is dead. As she did not leave the lands of Almaris, nor did my father. The purpose of this letter is that I search for you. I have been passively searching for the last decade, but in all honesty I have been afraid. I know little of my family besides that of what mom informed me. Don’t worry- all good things. But I have been unsure if you are all the same, or if perhaps sleeping dogs would be awoken by my writing it. But- I’ve been told any gripes people may have had of the past are likely little to none, if not forgotten as a whole.. So I write now, and I reach out to any of the remaining de Vilains. I have been empty without kin. I don’t know if you all feel the same. But I suppose I will find out. If you send a letter- I reside in Whitespire and Veletz. Please know, if any of you do linger, you do not owe me a response. Idaline de Vilain, A Lost Daughter.

byebye frank, i hope life treats you well. im also happy ppl are kinda finally throwing some attention to rukio though. god forbid i draw an albino tho. LOL. ur smth else rukio

ppl were offended by darkie and coal people? mang.... idk, longest played character of mine was a darkelf. never cared about any of that stuff, didnt care when my ears were being cut off and dont care now. i think this is a silly thing to be called a 'slur' on fantasy server. if ur uncomfortable with it and someone uses it just tell them and leave it at that. if u expressed discomfort and it was ignored then go n make a ticket. otherwise, silly silly silly.

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We start fresh. No one will have any money, hence the limit on materials that you can bring. You can get money again, as well as food- through voting. Which should keep you very much alive!

A human came upon the book in the library of the Mother Grove. A curiousity having struck her- due to the coincidence of name. Reading over it, a faint smile was brought to her face- as distantly she thought of the man who awaited for her at home.

Emerging from the depths of the flames long after the fall, guards in haste behind her and archers readying their bows, Merci thought of such a flier, one that she had read just earlier. Climbing atop her steed, blood staining the golden armor she wore as an arrow made it's mark in her shoulder, her eyes turned back to the destruction of a home. Her home. "May we prosper." She choked, and the steed would turn. Making it's great escape offwards, guards following not far behind her.. Even so. The girl got what she came for.

Merci watched as the buildings crumbled and fell. As evil fled the gates, through the grounds, the skies, the waters. All around, tearing apart the place she had called home. Never had she thought she would see this kind of scenery again, her eyes tear-filled and heart strained. And, perhaps they did complete their mission today. They took her home, or a place that once had been. Yet they would never steal away her soul. Not again. And they would pay in blood for every inch of land they sieged, and every descendant life they take.

aw thank u unwillingly, i sorta just did this becos i needed muneys really fast as the skin was on sale!! then i felt like doin more so i did :^^))

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It was confirmed by mods that it was a 3rd party who took advantage of the situation. They had nothing to do with LOTC, or with Acre. We did not dox you. No one encouraged anyone to dox you. We were the only side who told our players to keep things IC, so why would we go so far as to dox somebody? You guys can try to villainize us all you want, we never doxxed anyone, never planned to, and we never wanted it to happen either. >"Hey we're sorry this happened to you, but we didn't do it." >"BRO SHUT UP BRO PLEASE BRO OMG BRO BRO YOU DID BRO LEAVE US ALONE BRO STOP TRYING TO BE NICE TO ME BRO JUST BE MAD AT ME SO I CAN SS IT AND LAUGH ABOUT IT BRO PLEASE OMG." Lol.

Been nothing but respectful to you and we've tried our best to work with you. Whilst doing this, your communities response was to belittle us and call us pathetic. Hugh explained to us to not respond to any of it, to not initiate any type of toxcity, because in the end that's not what we were trying to do. We wanted RP. Not OOC wars. Who DIDN'T tell their community to not instigate, to not belittle the other side? I'm fairly sure you know. While I don't think it's right you were doxxed, none of this would've happened if everyone just tried to be mature and enjoy RP. Including you.

A tall, olden dark elf stood in the long, hidden halls of her home. Digging through her bag, to remove the paper. The same old evening she'd had, for many of her now secluded years. . The elfess would slowly move over to the chair she always sat in to read these types of papers.. Music humming through the halls. Turning around before resting herself down in the comfy cushion with a grunt. A long sigh leaving her as she finally would bring the paper out in front of her again. That strange, magically gifted sight glossed over the parchment. . Reading over the words.. This was no normal news. {I remember . . It all being built up.} {And now I have lived. . To hear of its fall down. .} { Hm. . } {Bless these people, these humans, who did what I and many others- could not.} And with that, it would be folded- and tucked away safely.. In chest baring many other papers she read here. She would sleep soundly for once in many years, at least tonight.

Agnes de Vilain just smiled as her home grew, happy to watch it and it's bonds prosper!

The woman spat out her drink as she read over the paper.. "Gustaf is my dad? Hannes is my brother?! I need to have a word with those two!" She grinned, slowly placing the Newspaper back.

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