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An old elf reads the missive in silence, once he had finished doing so a smile comes to his features. "...Wish I could be there to celebrate your success, my friend... Congratulations."

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 reads the missive in absolute confusion, snorting upon seeing the Chewbacca edit of the father. He shakes his head and throws the paper away, returning forced vacation.

An elf somewhere in the casino already spent over two hundred mina- A well invested two hundred at that. He got cool stuff from it. He writes a review on it and gives it a 10/10 "Would waste money again".

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, after hearing an hysterical boy scream about necromancy to the guards, completely forgets about the situation that had occurred while enjoying some nice storytelling at the Teahouse! At times, he remembers briefly the screams and claims of necromancy, laughing a bit and then shaking his head to then focus once more on the stories being told.

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

Pog.

[!] An elf had arrived to the city he now lived in being attacked. The sea held a massive vessel with the kind of cowards who'd leave their own in the fire of combat, those who held no honor, no spine. The men who followed just empy desire and fear. Such thoughts followed as the thundering storm of ferrum and ashes fell over the Jade State, the screams of innocent citizens filling the roads and the voice of an old friend yelling: "Those in the YPA join me at the barracks, man up the scorpio!" in his usual commanding and strong tone, decisive and determined. With haste, he and many others made their way to the keep, preparing to counter the attack to the city they loved. The air was heavy and the ringing within their ears did not fade, each passing moment a new barrage of fire striked their walls. Buildings and streets alike now destroyed and cracked into vestiges of what it was mere moments ago. A young Adunian took position with the old soldier to man up the siege weapon, those by their side did so as well. The elf, seeing the opportunity, prepared for the medical aid while bringing one of his monsters for aid, making the beast carry pots of combustive content over to drop from above on the enemy ship. Upon such, he turned by the blasting sound of a mistake- a child had been working at the second siege weapon, which misfired, causing them to fall in a lethal and wounded state. He and the feral elf rushed towards the injured small one. "It will be alright." the elf communicated to the now injured child before the elf decided to take her into safety. And so, upon finishing the treatment, he had returned to chaos... During his time away, pirates had made their way within the city walls. "So, who are we killin' today, eh?" he called to the old soldier while dropping down into the same floor as his fellow warriors, being answered with a chuckle and the sight of a group storming in their direction. The old soldier went ahead with the aid of others and prepared another siege weapon, taking down with ease members of the group as they closed in. The fire within the man had not died yet, the elf had noticed, a fire lighting up within upon seeing such unwavering courage and determination to protect something. The young Northener was reckless, but passionate, the losses he had suffered, the friends he had found, both emotions within his burning soul as he rushed in towards the charging group, hitting them with all he had and bringing part of them down. The elf knew, this was the kid he had accepted into his family, making him proud of taking such choice. Up he went then, preparing one of his oldest tricks under his sleeve and casting a boulder- "KIN, OUT OF THE WAY!" he called out to the feral elf before sending off his spell, crushing those coming through the corridor within the keep. Immediately after this, the feral elf charged and finished off some of the invading pirates, making his way forwards to aid his reckless friend, who was heavily wonded in his charge forwards. The elf then gazed onwards, seeing the amount of enemies before him. The crew of the enemy ship had progressed far into the city walls, deep within, managing to loot and kill people within the city... He doubted for a moment the capacity of him and his group to get through this alone. Then, he heard her by a side, the ringing in his ears avoiding understanding any words, yet he would never forget a voice... He turned over to the now growing noice as the ringing in his ears faded. Almost as if by art of magic, his spirits lifted, a fire he had long thought gone lit up once more upon seeing the gathering that had come for their aid. The Ruby, The Scholar, The Smith, The Old Soldier, his friends of long ago, reunited by the fires of his now home. Despite the dreadful situation, the loss for the city, the elf could not help it but to feel rejuvenated... The sight of those he had come to value and the knowledge that he would fight by their side once more made a fire burn wildly deep within his being. And so, forwards, with all those he knew he could trust, he marched on to the invaders of his home. "What's up mother*****rs!?" he yelled at the enemies who awaited on front, now standing side by side with those he knew from days in a past now gone. It was not a long fight what came after, the elf finishing off some of the pirates with his tricks as The Smith and The Scholar destroyed the enemies with no words spoken, swift and precise as they always were, a rather lethal and strong pair, fighting relentlessly with a wall of fire growing within the now battlefield. A wide grin coming to the features of The Old Soldier as he swiftly got rid of those who opposed his movement, advancing through the fire as the smokes and ashes enveloped his figure, a sight to both admire and fear. The Ruby advanced through the opposite side, her now recovered strength allowing her to move past enemies with ease, taking their lives for their crimes. Everyone within the now large group of bloodthirsty warriors made their way onwards and turned the invasion into a massacre, successfuly protecting what they were fighting for. The elf looked behind, as he took an injured Ruby to the clinic to treat her wounds. He had seen not only strength, not only courage. He had now become witness to the union of these allies, these warriors of the wastelands... And the strength they had reunited by fire.

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

New Asian culture? Pog. Glad to see some more variety and people placing some effort into giving new stuff to try in the server. And, come on guys, discussing race over culture? Really? Now you gonna come and say a Cannonist cant be an elve or that a Qualasheen cant be a dwed. We have seen examples of this existing, so just drop it and enjoy some fun rp. People didnt have to take their time to create this post and lore, yet they did, so no need to be a prick about it. TL;DR? Gonna enjoy playing one of these, no matter if ya like it or nah. Gonna have some good ol fun, y'all, you should try to as well! Peace!

Syl reads over the missive before letting out a small chuckle. "Hey, I was there...! And healed that one- OH ****, THE LASS AT THE CLINIC-" he then ran to check on the one Edict soldier he was taking care of earlier.

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.

After a long night of work, an elf finished his new attire and set it down upon a makeshift table, contemplating his work before looking at the missive and taking a quick read... Yet, upon finishing, he bursts into an hysterical laughter, hand pressed over his stomach as he continued on and on laughing for a few minutes. After he had finally calmed down, he wipes off some tears, a grin over his face and going from ear to ear. "Orenian dogs saving Vortice...? Quite the situation, both ironic and hilarious... Then again, dignity is not something they had to begin with." he briefly spoke to himself before walking out of the tent, a small traveling bag with him before being set at the side of a camel, simply sitting on top of the large animal and wandering off for more materials.

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.