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Dele had received her letter, ever so sobered by the news of losing the man she'd come to call her son. She spirits away to a quiet spot in the woods and drinks from a bottle of Carrion Black that she remembered him giving her. There beneath that tall silver tree she wept to the sky as the red sun set over the horizon, tears streaming down her freckled face. "It is because of this that I survived as long as I did, constant pushing myself because I knew that at least one person cared." Her heart shattered for the thousandth time as she re-read his letter for the thousandth time since receiving it. A mother's love knew no bounds, even when the child wasn't her own. This was not the first time she had to bury her mortal sons that she found in life, rather then by blood. She wanders, crying softly, in the island forests. Silver trees serve as audience to her mournful display as the woman trails barefoot through them, talking as if he were there for now. She processed her grief alone. "I, well I didn't have much of a mother for many years. Thank you for being like one when I needed one most." The elf tucks her letter back into her coat, settling down at an isolated site she had started to use as a campsite, and quietly prepares something to eat. A small plate made from clay, a cup as well, was left on the stones of the campfire when she left. A silent offering for her fair rosebud, of braised hare and the cup filled with Carrion. She left that place when she was ready, the dawn ticking by and the fire drying the tears on her face. She knew Astoro was safe elsewhere, now, and free from mortal pain... That comforted her in a sort of sobering way. "Stay safe, mal'ii... I'll be seeing you."
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THE BALLOT ((MC name: Demented_Delila )) Name: Dele Seregon Vote for Okarir'nor: ( X ) Maeve Elibar'acal ( X ) Aestenia Aevaris -
Luisa Klaire Barclay nudges her husband to show him the invitation, grinning. She was quite proud of her nephew, seeing how much he'd grown!
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IGN (MC Username): Demented_Delila Discord: Delila#0510 Likes: RP Items, ST Signed Stuff, Books, Skins & Art stuffs. As long as there's nice thoughts put into it. Dislikes: Do not spend IRL money on me, and especially don't give me random junk (like eggs? or berries? Please no.)
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15th of the Snow's Maiden, Year 1 of the Second Age They say that all good things must come to an end. I suppose that’s true. I’ve served the Silver State for many, many years, since the beginning of the Azorella Reforms. I might say, it’s been…. Quite a long time, and I grow tired. My children return home, and I watch them grow into proper ‘thill in society. I’m tired, terribly so, and I do not believe I can best serve the city like this. The flight from Arcas to this place we call now Almaris has been straining, stressful, and diresome in the least. I must, unfortunately, resign myself from this title I’ve held for so long. I’ve seen many students prosper, many festivals under way, and my time has been spent wisely, I believe. It is time now for me to beckon someone else to take this work, this legacy I’ve strove to create, and put it to use for something greater. I am but the spinner of the start of this tale, and I welcome for the tailor who will use these threads for something grander. Like the sun, I lay my head down and allow myself this respite. May there come a moon in the twilight, ready to do better than myself. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, It has been a pleasure.
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Luisa looks over the armorial, holding it aloft so that her son Wilheim Ioann could not attempt to eat or grab it. She nods along, finding this to be a well put together and aesthetically pleasing missive... ”Das ist gut.”
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”Ich am being to notice a pattern in these poems....” The Barclay comments to her hedgehog after finding the newest selection of poems from darling Ruben. The woman simply tucks the page back to wherever she’d uncovered it from. She was mildly concerned, once again, about how drunk the man had been.
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Luisa would find this poem, eventually, squinting as she reads it once. Then twice. Then thrice, just for god measure. She isn’t quite sure what to make of it, truly, beyond that Ruben was probably high on frostvine or something, or maybe very drunk. “Ich do niet understand this, at all. Oh, ich guess he listened to me talking about pastel gems the other night...”
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Let the catmen live, please?
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Discord: Delila#0510 Peach Hanbok – 800
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How much would it cost to ask for this one without the head?
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A passing mali’aheral squints at the flier and shook her head. “Valah grow stupider every damn day.” A mali’ker woman would spy the flier. “Well that’s certainly objectifying. Go **** yourself, with a cactus.” She’d then shove it into her dress pocket to shred into bedding for one of the rabbits.
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She’d overslept and the first words she’d been told when she entered the tavern… were of the passing of Daichia. Spirits, his presence lingered. A wedding that was only just a few years prior- done in secret with just the two of them. She fled from the Tavern as they spoke on it, it felt like a lie. It felt like a dream from which she’d awake and all would be alright… but his children wouldn’t lie, there was no reason to. Daichia had spoken to her about accepting his death, if it ever came. Delphi curls up in orange and yellow, feeling… alone for the first time in a very long time. The bat chirps in her bag, hearing the gentle weeping of her adoptive mother. The ‘ker scoops her up, resting her forehead against the creature’s. “Zaichik- Zaichik- Surely this is but a dream… I will awake and Luara’s Light will shine upon us once more…” She’d shut her eye, praying softly as she held Estelle to her chest, rubbing the sweet young bat’s ears. She’d begin to sing as the tears drip down her face onto his pillow, her tone tinged in sadness. “Sleep my beautiful boy, quietly the Moon is looking into your room. I will tell you fairy tales, and sing you little songs, but now you must slumber, with your eyes closed.” The singing ceases as she cannot keep from weeping. The next elven day passes in utter silence from her.
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Seregon "Tayna eth'ehya tilru Haelun'or." Family Tree: Traits: Beliefs: OOC:
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[PK] Assimilated, The Scalpal Breaks
Demented_Delila replied to The Docked Relic's topic in Character Graveyard
Dread was most definitely the best way she felt when the news of Alvah’s death reaches her. Guilt, too, rises in her throat like bile. She’d been so horrible to her earlier, because p some reckless mistake. Now, she couldn’t apologize for that. The emotions weave into some awful tapestry of words as the sleepless elfess mourns the third death of someone special in the last five years. “... I hope you’re listening... I hope you know... Mayan’s gonna miss you.... you idiot sandwich….” -
RP Name: Delphi Saoirse MC Username: Demented_Delila Discord: Delila#0510 What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Asimu’lei Why Do You Wish To Come?: To learn more of the past, least our future be endangered by it. Besides, it’d be pretty cool to meet a Dragur. Also gotta keep an eye on Daichia and other Asimu’lei folks... What Skills Can You Bring: Medical skills, motherly life, I’ll be able to use whatever you throw at me! Also have a slayer steel pole spear (oocly lost due to shitty chunks)... so that should help somewhat?
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Who gave you the right to be so sweet and kind? Goodness, and don’t you know the creed? Do no harm but take no ****, and frankly you’ve never given me ****. Anyways, I don’t think i’ll ever quite forget all the silly thing you do that make me laugh. Doesn’t matter how shitty a day I’ve had, you always seem to deliver quality memes when you’re around. I wonder if I can find that picture of Talareh opening up on the table like the funky lil space worm he is... Seregon-Miravaris-Aldin Mafia forever, lots of love, your favorite elf doctor https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/625735929549553694/644336556093734932/image0.jpg
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A High Elf Physician cries softly as she boils water to pour over her table for the sixth time that day. Where is the soap she swears she had some years back? She does not remember... it was but an odd, distant dream- one that she misses dearly. Anything would be better then this. In between it all she does her best to stay clean, pouring hot water and plant oils all over her body. What ever happened to the blessed thing that seemed to only exist in her dreams? What of the missive she wrote, warning for people to properly dilute lye when using it for cleaning? She doesn’t remember. It never existed.
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IGN (MC Username): Demented_Delila Discord: Delila#0510 Likes: Art, Good Books, Trinkets, Toys, Clothing, Hunting Trophies (Hearts and Horns, in particular Dislikes: Random Junk, Re-gifted Items, Drama
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[WARCLAIM] BLOOD IN THE SILVER FOREST
Demented_Delila replied to Ankan's topic in Completed Warclaims
“So these are the unfriendly heathens living in our blessed Silver Forest, pouring blood out on our roads of our kinsmen and our allies...” The Head Physician muses for a moment, mulling the news over. Dele takes a swig from her cup of coffee and breaks her moments of silence. “Get Fucked.” -
A mali’thill would be torn between screeching or sobbing upon seeing the posters of Illiran pasted about Ves! “Resisting arrest? Being just a ‘warlock’? You all are detached from the truth of what he is. He is an impure, guilty of murder and several attempts of attempted murder. He should’ve remained dead , capture the wretch if you see him. So we may make him pay tenfold for the life of Gusten Faeliel.” She would hurry off, back to the Silver State as she had forgotten why she’d come to begin with.
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Dele grew up a bit above poor, despite her High Elf blood. Her family were workers and did their best to provide for her... despite the constant bickering of her parents. Each night they fought, she slipped away and stole the workhorse from the stables to ride through the woods into the next town over. She could not stand the fighting, the screaming, the sounds of bottles breaking. During these night time escapes, she began to learn from a human man named Balthazar, an alchemist. Though she did not entirely pick up on alchemy, she learned the art of medicine and alcohol. She grew older and older, with each passing day yearning to breathe free of her status. When Balthazar passed, he gave to her his small fortune so that she might escape her old life and start a new. The old life still haunted her and the sounds of a verbal fight make her anxious. Despite this rocky start, she escaped before her adulthood and learned quickly that life is not always kind to her. A scar across her cheek marks this painful truth, after her fair blood attracted unsavory attention and she was attacked outside of a tavern one night. She fled further into the world after that, afraid of the life she had entered. A kind woman offered her teachings as a healer to further aid her along in life. This became her calling and she furthered her new life as a traveling healer. She walked and rode all that she could, helping who she could without asking questions. Trust was yet to be learned of this strange new world she had come to be in. Her weapon, she came to know, was a sword despite her healing hands. If she were to be a healer in a world where there were people who would always hurt others, she would take up a sword and defend herself! She has no proper knowledge of healing though, most of her attempts are... attempts, at most. She is at most qualified to cure a headache or a cold, not a mortal wound. She learns as she goes and does her best to remember, with plans to learn as much as she can. She covers her ears in attempts to pass off as a human so that it might protect her in some way or another. She came to Arcas by pure blunder after boarding the wrong ship after coming from an outlier village in Atlas, dumbfounded by the world around her and longing to stay here as she revels in the majesty around her. She hopes, if anything, to find whatever schooling here (In Curon specifically, after hearing such wonderful things about the school there) she can to be a better healer! She firmly believes now that she was meant to have come to Arcas and meet the monks at the Cloud Temple. She is determined to make her life her own in Arcas, despite its vast reaches.
