ComicD

OOC Information: MC Username: MC_ComicD Discord Tag: Comic D#5274 Magics Currently Studying : Air, Fire, Water, Transfig Magics Currently Teaching (If so how many students, if any, for each?);: Air, Fire; none. IC Information: Your Name: Chomylla Atmorice Your Race: Mali'fenn Your Age: 130 or so. Nation of Residence: Fenn/YP Reason you wish to to join the circle: Curiosity.

An old elf looks at the missive before looking to a side, as serious as he could muster, and says out loud. "Finally... a reason to use my many comically large lamps..."

An old elf looks at the sheet and then makes the math out of fun, looking into his past and current transgressions... Eventually just blankly staring into a paper in which he made such math. "...Well ****... minus five hundred and fifty three... WELP! Not going there anytime soon!"

An old elf reads the missive before simply saying to himself: "Well, good to see some things never change. Good luck, bud."

Pog.

Nice lore and sounds like a good addition, a good concept like the last one i read. You have some good stuff coming up with your writing, so keep it up, cant wait to see what you gonna write next. +1

And so, upon reading this, an elf sighs and drops the missive by the fire, returning to his daily routine and cleaning over his mechanical limbs. "...I wonder... How will he react upon hearing of this result..."

Interesting concept. +1

[!] There would be no letters nor words this time. Silence is all that was met in return to those who seeked the Mali'ker. And so it was a morning that the young Mali woke up to a meaningless day. Another empty smile, another empty effort. How many years have been since she had felt peace or calm in her day and night? When was the last time there was no rush or hard pounding in her heart? It has been quite some time since she was truly at peace, no pain or drama following her from place to place. "Am I stuck like this?" she finally spoke softly to herself, reaching for an old plushie that had been made for her. "Is this really all there is without them?" the 'ker continued, pondering while looking into the eyes of the plushie, matching the colors in her own, remembering the reasoning behind it. It was then that the elf began to remember her past, which felt like one lifetime ago, despite her youth. The days when she had it all. The days where she was wanted and called for. When her life had more to it than just walking around and existing in a plain and meaningless manner. Back in those days, she had her best friends by her side, an energetic and funny girl, a sweet and silent boy and a sassy yet caring teen lass. Why was it that they all went on such different paths? One of them became the love of her life, yet disappeared for reasons she could not control. The other, without her knowing, had been years dead, gone without a word or goodbye. The last made her own life, found friends and forgot she existed until a recent meeting. By the thought alone, tears began running down her cheeks. She should've reached out instead of waiting. But alas, it was to late already, her hands reaching to drop the plushie she had upon a mailbox alongside a ring. A promise long broken, yet not forgotten by her. She had her hopes something could change for the better, yet it was never meant to be, not in this life and maybe not in any other either. "What if i wait? Someone will call for me..." she whispered, having made her way upon the top of a gate by the ocean already, looking forwards to the horizon and not daring to look behind, knowing in her heart that if she did, she'd hesitate in doing what she had to do... Not to mention, no one would be there to do so. The Mali'ker knew, better than anyone, that those who could stop her were now gone. Even that one blonde woman she once called a "sister" was long gone. She took a long deep breath, holding it in while her eyes closed, her last tears falling down as she awaited... But no one spoke. What else could she do? Who would she call? And so a cold breeze hit her frame, the scent of the ocean and the calm sound of its waves giving a fake sense of calm and peace during her last moments before it all came to an end. No breath was taken. No word was spoken. No tear was shed for the girl. Maybe that's how it must be. Her now limb and lifeless body by the seaside, under a giant gate of the last city she called her home. She had finally found peace somehow, as no one spoke. [[OOC]] For all the fun i had, i must thank everyone who interacted with this little dumb persona of mine. It was fun playing her but i lost my interest, not to mention it had turned unhealthy for me. I am in no current state of dealing with a character that has too many issues. A special thanks to Disklexia, Tadabug, Hope and everyone who interacted with her the last few times i played her, you guys made it my time playing great. Another special thanks to Strongbear, Audry, Apollo, Thomas, Minty, Mika, RC, Basil and Heartesy for the great begining this persona had, without you guys i wouldnt had enjoyed this character as much as i did back then. And thanks everyone else who ever gave her some time.

The elf continued to travel around the sand covered south terrain, uncaring of most things. Once upon a time he'd worry, yet he is now beyond such... His thoughts upon this? May fortune be bestowed to these souls by the eyes gazing upon them.

An old elf just stares at the missive for a moment after reading it, which didnt take long for it was a brief text, before throwing it to a side and returning to his own business. "No longer my problem, good luck." he'd say under his breath, uncaring and focused on the leathers and silk he had gathered for his work.

The elf simply continued the same daily rutine, completely uncaring about Peralien's safety or location. "Ah... What a good f***ing day..."

I was going to write a lot, but i can summarize it all in 3 words and a filthy frank gif. Guns in fantasy.

Somewhere near the sea, calmly listening to the sound of the waves, an elf gets the missive, slowly reading it over before letting out a small sigh. "It has been a good run, Gail. You did well." Just then the elf makes his way off towards his home, preparing for the mentioned funeral. "...I hope you find peace, old man." he'd say to himself.

The missive arrives to the hands of an old elf, contemplating the sea alongside a constant ticking sound. His orbs slowly trail over the text of the paper, amused by the current state of things within the land of Almaris. Upon finishing, the missive is dropped carelessly on the ground, gaze returning to the blue horizon. "...Ironic. They claimed their land to be succesful... To be Eternal... Yet here we are again." After these words, a loud cackle leaves the elf, echoing upon the surrounding area before coming to a stand, slowly walking back into his city with the following loud clanks from his steps. Alas, he had grown tired of waiting. "...I wonder... what childish strategy shall come next from them...?" he'd mumble to himself in amusement to himself as he finally entered his home.

The high elf looks at the missive and simply sighs, knowing well he would be bid without conscent... His pride hurt knowing he is being sold as a date slave.

Somewhere, an elven woman would be collecting flowers, plans going through her head and many ideas flashing as small additions to what she was preparing... Yet she feels her heart sink for a moment, realizing the time that has passed since she had promised her beloved to spend time together. "...Maybe i should check back home..." She'd simply say before wandering back towards the small town...

~Plush-point Shop!~ Get your own plushie now, at Veritas' stand! ~~~~~~(O)~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~(O)~~~~~~~~ Within the small town of Veritas, a small stand-shop has opened, selling plushies of all kind, animals, descendants, all in request for you to choose and buy from! All, however, are limited stock and wont be seen again once they are sold out! To get to the shop one must travel to the east and, once on the way to Urguan, stop to the small town next to the ruins, Veritas! If you wish to have your own personal and unique plushie, contact the owner, Mystralath Maelstorm! [[OOC]] The price of the common plushies is 5 mina each. Special requests may vary to a slightly higher price of 7 or 8. Contact information below: Username: ComicD Discord: Comic D#5274

Serious question for both. Have you heard the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise...?

He gave me two russian names and the hour in Vietnam, +1

Good job, dude. 1+

What god post am i?

Openly apologizing like this can be seen in many ways, both good and bad, some might even take advantage to write comments with ill intent, calling it a way to get attention and etc. Now, from my point of view, as neutral as possible, I see no real point to you apologizing, most are stubborn to listen and what is done cant be changed. However, it is a very mature thing to do, assuming you do it mostly because of regret for your past mistakes, which is as well its own merit, for people tend to make mistakes and not care for consecuences. Personally, this is a good sign of change and/or improvement, so i hope you keep doing well and improving yourself if you so wish to, but do remember we are in the internet and, funnily enough, in a Minecraft roleplay server, so dont take all too seriously and take into account some of the negative income can be critizism that can and should be used for improvement. If anything, just ignore insult based comments, take constructive feedback into account and be happy to know there is still people who support you, even if with small things. +1

I know, ive worked with bronze before irl and know my alloys, tell that to Quavinir selling that **** in AH lmao. You got it right.