hemomancy

Another Elven writer cheers on their apprentice!

A writer is confused about her feelings about all of this; things are said, why should she not listen if they have a slim chance be true?

i have a funny elf family if you want to join? idk if you're into that

A certain elven newspaper-writer hums. She tucks this way into a tome, which was then tucked into a bookshelf for safe keeping. "Poor things." The writer uttered in line with her thoughts.

swords already get sharp from getting blood on them... if it aint broke don't fix it y'know?

please just make heads free if mina will be harder to get.

i expect backrooms lore after this

Bugman.

WOOO GO JAX

go like... work out or smth get out of here

A child within Castle Moore taps her legs while they dangle against the wall. Able to read for the most part, she bobs her head approvingly!

That child, the Montalt, she listened on to the words her father spoke, although the young thing could not quite comprehend them fully. Her legs bounced back and forth against the stone tower she sat atop of; thinking not of what she'd seen yet, but what she's yet to see.

A young Amlugol gives a nod to her friends family-members missive.

A rogue squire trudges amongst snowy trees. Alone; she was solitary. A loaded crossbow resting in her gloved hands. It was a normal trip, out hunting as a form of stress relief. In the air, the sound of a branch snapping rang out. Meredith turns, pointing the bow towards that noise - Nothing. Nothing there except empty space. Continuing on, the only sound was the crunching of frozen snow, and icy winds that seemed to blow only into her ears. Now, a flurry of flakes began to fall around her. An arrow whizzed past her head. She ducked, stumbling over her own two feet. Flattening herself down, eye widened as she crawled through the snow. Her crown of hair undone, and her pace decreasing. Upon reaching a tree, the Barclay stood up behind it. Looking past the bark, her brows furrowed seeing not a soul amongst the area. Another arrow fired. She stood there. The crossbow in her arms dropped as a hand reached to her chest; feeling the wet tip the arrow piercing her chest. The woman slumped forwards with not a second to comprehend, knees buckling as she fell. Meredith Barclay was dead. The corpse was dragged to the gates of Haense, a note pinned to her garbs. “I’ve stayed my hand in the West and the East. Now I come for your North. You will know the Broken.”

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Nocturne, Teagen White They trudged amongst the snow, their leather boots crushing the fresh powder. A flurry, cascading down around them. Unbothered, the figure continued. A satchel hung across their torso, bouncing with every frigid step. Squeaking. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. The Lady stopped, a hand raising to her shoulder to pluck the creature up. A rat; red-eyed, white as snow, just as she. Tucked away was the pet, into a pocket within her garbs- warm, hopefully, for the small thing. Missives now hung in the cities of Man. The realms of man are ones often deserving of consequence. Their actions repeat, never cease; a cycle of those who cannot agree when they are one and the same. Creatures opposing what will come, what will always come. Short, meaningless lives cut shorter from their own affairs. Their minds easily broken from outside pressures. Twisted words harm more than most. Fragile. Short Lived. What accomplishments are there to show for. Dead leaders, fall cities. That is all one remembers. What is it for, descendants of Man? Your honor and glory only come after death. Signed, Pestilence

The Government and Civil Services of Amaethea Established on the 5th of The Grand Harvest, Year 111 of the Second Age The Crown of Elvendom Her Royal Highness, the High Princess of Amaethea Idril Sylvaeri @JJosey The sovereign of the Princedom, wielding absolute authority in governing the state and populace. His Royal Highness, the Prince Consort of Amaethea Neare Ithrandos @GlassySkies The consort aids the sovereign in whatever they may require. Heir of Amaethea VACANT One chosen to be the next ruler of Amaethea. This is decided solely by the council. The Crown Council of Amaethea Her Ladyship, the Lady Commander of the Glaiveguard Stalashal Vuln’miruel @TaytoTot The leader of the Glaiveguard, commanding Amaethea’s military. Her Ladyship, the Lady Exarch of Amaethea Evgenija Larian @GrowingIvy The representative of the judiciary who also acts as a diplomat. His Lordship, the Lord Steward of Amaethea Jarad Munnel @JoshBright Responsible for handling the affairs of housing and taxes. The Domestic Council Commander of the Guardians Elros Silma @smartscout Second in command to the Commander of the Glaiveguard. The Steward Deputy VACANT Second in command to the Lord Steward, aiding them with their affairs. ((Speak to JoshBright for this role)) The High Priest(ess) PENDING The representative of the Wild Faith. ((Speak to JJosey for this role)) The Event Coordinator VACANT Event planner for Amaethea. ((Speak to JJosey for this role)) Uell ito Maruthiran, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Idril Sylvaeri, The V High Princess of Elvendom, High Princess of Amaethea, The Heart of The Sea HER LADYSHIP, Evgenija Larian, Lady Exarch of Amaethea Check out this post for more information!

"O infernum imo!" Shouts one woman, pumping her fist while running off to harass her family.