Captain Jester

Rozalija thought of many things, but her mother’s death coming so soon was not one of them. She was ten. How could she? Upon hearing the news, would the young girl realize how much of a luxury good parents can be? She saw the flaw in her father’s demeanor - solemn and heavy, but perhaps that was her over-observing. After all, grownups were supposed to be serious when they’re not talking to a child, not their child at least. She just figured Justus had hit his head again; he was a silly man after all, until that day. He had tried to break the news gently to his daughter, but Roza knew better than to jump to his conclusion—if her mother got into a bad accident, surely it can’t be as bad as death. Soldiers die in war, old people die eventually of age; that’s expected... not people going through their daily life; especially mothers. As the news came to her, she had to wonder with burning tears. Why would GOD take over a job she was supposed to have? Wasn’t she the one supposed to take care of her mother before death came? If GOD knew that her mother would suffer, why didn’t he stop it before? Was he not supposed to be good? When did GOD take over her home and took away what was already familiar? Roza wanted to ask her mother about what breed of dog she should get. She didn't want it small, in case something bigger tried to hunt it. The news weighed heavily in her heart as the young girl walked through the town, keeping her head held high. She needed to stay calm like her father was trying to be. Truthfully, Roza doesn't think she'd ever be like Camila, but if her father wanted to try then so will she. Though a fresh wave of tears came when a new question came: do puppies cry when they're taken from their mothers even if they're going to a new home?

Celadon stared down at the notice posted at one of Aevos' crossroads. He lofts a brow, tilting his head. "Huh." He blinked, "That is rather chaotic. I never knew chickens were that loved... usually, I eat them." After that peanut gallery comment, the Templar continued his merry way - thinking about picking up some dinner from the Grub Bucket.

Juno, which character of yours would you team up with in a radioactive-zombie apocalypse? These Zombies are the Korean TV show based Zombies where they can run and maybe open the doors and pretend to be alive to lure you out. Also radioactive as in the Fallout series kind of radio active!

Patrocleia had scanned over the missive countless times but her eyes always fell on her name. Her blood ran cold, the moment when she signed her name, it felt like she had signed her death warrant. Yet, her own heart soared with pride. She did not fight for Haense nor for glory in the war as many did - she stayed alongside many injured soldiers and fought alongside them. She fought for her family. That included the Novellens. "What has King John, Queen Kathyrn, or Lothar ever done to me?" Patrocleia would wonder aloud, perched on top of her home's roof with her aged old cat, Honey-Patches, resting peacefully over her lap. Her fingers ran through his soft fur. She was glad that her own cat wouldn't be around much longer to face the battle. Her mismatched eyes shifted up to gaze over where the horizon joined with the ocean. "They've been nothing but good kinsman to me and my own family..." She remembered her companion's words, 'This is suicide.' A sigh escaped the Tuvia heir. "If I am ever remembered. Then may my memory be known that I fought as a loyal woman to her family, to her cousins, and not just as a foolish woman that signed death's contract." Patrocleia said to no one in particular. "If I'm a fool, then a loyal fool is who I will be." Silence. "Are you proud of me, pater?" She'd ask the heavens, receiving nothing but her old cat's meow.

I'll give three: 1. Train-To-Busan Korean Zombie Apocalypse where they RUN, and might be able to open doors or slam the doors hard enough 2. Radioactive fallout like Fallout Shelter where everything got nuked, now everythings radiated and you're fighting mutated, radiated monsters + scavengers 3. Demonic take over, you're given holy weapons to fight back And honestly thats a cool af story and inspo

New question: Evar'lae or Patrocleia, who'd you pick to fight with you in an apocalypse? also where did John II come from, like how did you come across playing him if I may ask?

Fairrrr Regardless, which char would you bring back?

Am I the favorite?

Whilst all the others laughed at the city's consequence or averted their gazes—whether in shame or simply because they had seen this tale sung before—a templar read over his dear friend's public missive within the comfort and privacy of his own home. His gaze hardened slightly, but his brows knitted with worry. "Oh, Oem'ii," the elder 'aheral muttered hoarsely, "what tribulations have tired you so..." He recalled the exhaustion laced in Mika's eyes, the weary weight she carried. "Hopefully, you heal up—no more worries about speaking to brick walls or receiving commentary from a dreadful peanut gallery."

+1, I love the blue monochromatic (mostly monochromatic ignoring the redlines) - I'm weak for blue

A smile graces Patrocleia's features as she not only sees that her mother and the house has been invited... but Patrocleia managed to be personally invited by her dear cousin!

Patrocleia huffed out softly when she scanned over her cousin one day, muttering under her breath, "Your jaw's gotten sharper and your eyes have gotten smaller. You're not just getting old, you're growing up."

Happy Birthday Un-W, hope you've had a good one today! Ngl I thought you were older than 22, I thought you were like my age (24-25) What's your favorite character that you roleplayed, like the characters you've played since joining LOTC?

1+ 🙈

The expedition was supposed to be a great story that an honored warrior or a beguiling bard to tell, to regale an eager audience - not a harrowing memory. The first time the young mali'ker saved Celadon - it happened fast. Now, the unchecked strength of Celadon's hubris led Okar'sil to his end; that's what Celadon believed at least. You can always replace a limb with the right connections, but you could never replace the very soul that was lost this fateful day. Celadon thought of Okar'sil so highly, praised him for his work but now he could barely utter the words 'legendary' without it's blade twisting inside his heart. When his icy gaze had met with the Dreadknight's lifeless visage, the Templar had already accepted his own demise - he was a fool to assume Okar'sil would accept that fact. Who was the one at fault here? Truly. Celadon did not run when he should've while Okar'sil had recklessly ran in with two dangerous concoctions. Celadon knew his own answer. Later, Celadon sat over the edge of his bed. Free of his armor, and within the comfort of his blanket in his lounge-wear. He was surrounded by the three automaton companions that he had collected over time. A golden dragon, a sea dragon, and a singular golden retriever. The dragons resting over at his feet while the dog rested its metallic head on top of his lap, its curious eyes fixed upon its owner's pondering gaze. "He believed himself to be lesser than a hero." The templar said aloud. "But he was more than that, he was a good friend with a brave heart. He was young..." Celadon laid down on his bed then, allowing the metallic dog to snuggle up to him. "But he was grown enough to understand his own decisions. I will forever be grateful and indepted to him, even in memory."

(Made by Josey on MS Paint)

Celadon did not expect to find this flier in his mailbox, but it was a welcome surprise! He scans over the menu in absolute approval, nodding his head, "Good selection of drinks for the non-alcoholics. It appears that I will be gone from home for the day."

"Oh wow I thought those two already were married-" Elanor said in utter shock at the letter, but she takes notice of a stare from a nearby passerby. She blinks before she says aloud, "I mean- I'm so happy that my aunt's getting married, its as if they only met yesterday!" She grins, patting herself on the back for a blurb well done.

ex EXCELLENT

But can you eat the leeches? 🤫

A ROYAL ANNOUNCEMENT Announced on the 11th of the Sun’s Smile, Year 190 .S.A. [Sigil by JJosey] [!] All over the city, messenger birds would fly from their aviaries with a letter in their talons. Each letter is a missive - an announcement - in regards to the meeting that had taken place within Aianëar’s citadel. News of what became of the nation’s leadership. Within it, it’d read: “To all those that were not able to attend the Sun Smile’s meeting, read this letter that we write to you. The Sylvaeri siblings, Lórien and Elänor, have announced that they will be in charge in Idrils stead while the High Princess is busy with restructuring and altering the city's culture due to a discovery that they could not disclose at this time. At Idril Sylvaeri's request, Elänor and Lórien are in charge of: Finances, Appointing roles, attending meetings in Idrils stead, and etc. Lastly, congratulations towards Vayan Vulnrith as she has been appointed Amathine’s Head steward. The current set of plans to those that may ask: conduct a citizen census, examine the tax system and import it, appoint new roles as well as taking some down for the benefit of the nation’s future. We will announce and inform as we gather more information. Additionally, they also would like to thank the representatives of Vulnrith, Ranaleth, Prisgoth, and the rest of the citizens that have arrived to hear the announcement, and express appreciation for their offered support for these times." SIGNED, Princess of Amathine Elänor Andria Sylvaeri Prince of Amathine Lórien Tarathiel Sylvaeri el’malaurir Idril Sylvaeri High Princess of Amathine Taliyna el’Tennallar’leh, Warden of the Wild, Shepherd of the Elder Blood “Uell ito Maruthiran”