hemomancy

Auriane du Lauzon prays that she is not the one that must be dragged to the event.

Some woman of certain skills and crafts makes sure to visit more often.

A pale woman off in whatever lays beyond smiled. Yule Onfroi looked to her niece, a crimson blindfold across her face, the garb she wore matching. "'Ello Vera, I've been told quite a lot about you." Mused the elf. And amongst the living, a similar pale woman sat within her home, her hand doing stitch after stitch between cloth. Her one eye closed for a moment, as she accidentally pricked her finger. "We really do drop like flies, don't we?" Questioned a tired Athri Onfroi to an empty room.

An elven woman wishes... actually, she doesn't wish she were human nor a man. She simply wishes she fit some of the criteria. "Maybe some other day."

Off somewhere did an elf sit within her silent home- for this time, it was at last empty. "Iron from Ice..." Spoke the old Rabbit, taking the time to accept the word being spread around of her old friend's passing. "Iron from Ice." Did Athri Onfroi repeat, feeling as if it were high time for a visit.

An elven woman spoke quietly within her small, dinky brewery. "There they go again, they realize... half the cities don't care, right?" And with that, she crumpled the missive and went back to her work.

IGN: neoroseo RP NAME: Athri Onfroi Athri, one way or another gets her own raffle ticket- then proceeds to return home and drag her daughter out to do the same. "C'mon Yevi, maybe you can get something nice." @Itz_Cookie

MC Username: neoroseo Discord Tag: neoroseo#0657 Magics Currently Studying: Magics Currently Teaching (If so how many students, if any, for each?);: Your Name: Athri Onfroi Your Race: 'Aheral Your Age: 82 Nation of Residence: Yong Ping Reason you wish to to join the circle: A lady gets bored.

A woman genuinely toys with the idea of ripping off one of the small tickets. 'I've no luck with men, don't think I could be with a canonist woman...' And, well, a ticket was torn off that day anyways.

Off and away was some little plant girl, with faded memories and a torn and worn uniform hung up on a tree. The now horned Cin hummed, carving her name into the bark of a tree in the middle of nowhere- that being one of the only things she recollected.

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“What did you want?” The woman questioned. “You.” A man replied. “A-what?” She’d ask. Fire crackled in some lonesome tavern and the elf’s arm was grabbed, pulled away was she. - Crack. And a blinding pain. “Sh*t.” Muttered the woman aloud beneath her breath, a shaking thing now it was. ‘Bones shattered.’ She thought. The elf fell back, blood trickling down her left arm - shoulder maimed. A light and thin rapier in her right- the sliver of silver covered at the edge with crimson. In front of her was a figure donning old and dulled armor, a Morningstar in between two gauntleted hands. “How odd.” The armored one said to Athri. No reply. The man rushed forward, and then- The clang of metal, rapier slicing ‘gainst a tough metallic shell. She’d make haste with her retreat, rapier drifting between a lowered and defensive guard. Another Crack. ‘Well f*ck me.’ Her mind went. The same shoulder, too. - Athri and a child sat at a table; “How old 'r yeh?” The boy asked her. “About eighty, give or take.” She replied- right on the dot, eighty. “ Yeh look too young! How?” Said the boy. “Well- elves live a long time.” As she made a gesture to her own ear, tip sliced off. “Anyone with something like this lives a long while, you know.” “Realleh?” The kid questioned her, a hint of somberness in his voice. “Aye. A shameful thing, but yes.” Athri replied with a nod. “Ah don’t want ma' friends to die…” Responded the kid, before placing his head against the table, and passing out- from either tiredness, or from the small hit to the head. - So on did the woman move back- her rapier left the tight grasp of her hand, and on did she flee, best she could. Worn out and with little stamina, the loss of blood made the sprinting woman almost dizzy. “Little bunny is scared!” Gruffly did the man shout. No thoughts. She simply wanted to get away. - Soon after, a fire crackled atop Athri’s own palm, shoved up to her wound in a desperate attempt to keep the bleeding at bay.

Athri Onfroi said this was a bad idea. Athri, former Monarch of Vortice, said this, but... no. 'I suppose they know what they did.' Thought she, crumpling a missive or two with her hand. 'But they don't have the power to stop them. Didn't even try to use their words in person.' - 'Good kindling for me, at least.'

A one eyed woman knew this was always a bad idea... "Oh well." She murmured. "Not my problem."

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A Monarch of short reign smiled- what an odd thing for her. Perhaps she'll be off to visit her uncle soon.

"Cope." Said a certain one eyed wandering elf of an interesting past.

So on did the magi walk, feet pounding ‘gainst the grass with each step she took. Leaves rustled from afar, jungles and swamps left behind her. The wind came throughout the land in a calming manner- smelling of salt no longer, and simply earth. ‘How long has it been since I’ve not smelled the salt in the air?’ Questioned the woman to herself, as constant internal thoughts began to slip through the cracks. Athri Onfroi paused. ‘Is this what I’ve always wanted?’ Her mind was always one to wander, always back to one thing- Freedom. A freedom she’d never seen past her teenage days, a freedom she’d long to return to, for years to come. ‘How long have I been working?’ ‘How long has it been?’ ‘When did I last make time for myself?’ ‘...When was I last free?’ A hand grasped air, curling to a fist. All this was her fault, and it always had been. She thought back to younger days, when she’d taken on Knighthood then. - “Jolfrey!” Shouted out an older, grey-haired woman. “What?” Said the man in question. “Yeh cut her!” Said Alli - the woman. Athri's aunt. “It’s fine, it’s fine!” Responded Athri, to both. And then swords clashed, the two continuing their spar. - Athri simply recounted her times with friends- family, times she knew would never come again. Many from then were dead, only bones remained. The woman then thought of the Grotto, where she’d lived as a child, and as an adult, no longer a Knight. - “Athri! Don’t go back to Haelun’or. Ever.” Said her older cousin, scolding her. “Why not!” Shouted a child, pouting. “You threw gold at them, they would kill you!” Opal said “Nuh-uh.” Said young Athri And after a moment, the girl gave in. “Fine.” - The Onfroi thought back to the times she’d stay with her cousin and brother, yet all those near seemed to disappear with time. Presumed dead, only bones remained. And now- Athri recounted on the last fifty years of her life. The majority of her time was spent then. - No conversations were thought of. No truly remembered moments, only little joy left in the wake. - ‘Stress.’ Was what Athri thought. ‘It was all stress.’ And then another, unwelcomed thought occurred. ‘I won’t end up like her because of it.’ ‘I’d be dead if I stayed’ ‘I’m not going to die yet.’ And so, she left behind those bones too. - To those who know Athri, it shall be up to them if they wish to presume the worst, or hope for the best.

A certain one-eyed elf of many past jobs totaled up her score as she sat upon a rock, close to a tree. A snake curled 'round her neck, and was given a peck on the head. "-165, damn, I need to at least get 200. Now where's being a homo at..." Questioned she to herself, as she leaned against the tree and rested. Her points may even be more!

...And so the Poet saw, papers 'neath her hands crumbling. A man she knew, a man she'd hoped to visit once again- nay, not hope, planned. Hope had been lost with time, replaced with a bittersweet numbness of her thoughts. Hushed whispers she gave as she rose, her desk now without any comfort. Off the woman went to silently mourn through her days- out of no sadness, but respect.

A woman- nay, a budding nun, a woman of the faith signed the Lorraine cross upon herself as she came across the news.

A fellow former child soldier comforts their companion.