hemomancy

6 hours ago, Josef_Rippelberg said:

Do you think I'm cringe?

 

What kind of cookies have lost their lives?

Yes

And strawberry lemonade sugar cookies

Just now, Wyrvun said:

how did you get more rep than me?

because im better than you duh

also probably because you disappeared

im sad because i burnt cookies that would've been for my coworkers and need something to take my mind off it.

AMA lol

why are you like this

A grin spread across a certain elven woman's face. "Rot." Hissed out the old Rabbit, recalling much from the past she had disconnected herself from. Alas, Athri Onfroi continued with her day.

Morgue

Vol. 1

Owned by Madame and Lady Onfroi

Circa. 49 S.A.

((Made by yours truly))

The first catalog showcasing the works of the self taught Mother-Daughter pair, all available for purchase. Write to either one of the duo to go through the process of purchasing.

These items have been created in hopes of being appealing to all; may the wearers be descendant or not. Any accessories they are showcased with will be included with the purchase.

Accessories being: Hats, gloves, jewelry, etc.
((Please be sure to read the spoiler beneath!))

Strawberry Vodka

Madame Onfroi

500 Mina
(12 usd)

Sold

Vanilla Rum

Madame Onfroi

500 Mina
(12 usd)

Sold

Mint Mojito

Madame Onfroi

600 Mina
(13 usd)

Blueberry Wine

Madame Onfroi

600 Mina
(13 usd)

Sold

That One Fruit Punch

Madame Onfroi

600 Mina
(13 usd)

Sold

Apple Cider

Madame Onfroi

750 Mina
(14 usd)

Sold

Cinnamon Whiskey

Madame Onfroi

800 Mina
(15 usd)

Sold

Beige Dignity

Lady Onfroi

500 Mina

(10 USD)

Sold

Blueberry Jam

Lady Onfroi

600 Mina

(12 USD)

Sold

Strawberries and Cream

Lady Onfroi

500 Mina
(10 USD)

Druidic Child

Lady Onfroi

500 Mina

(10 USD)

Forest Fairy

Lady Onfroi

600 Mina

(12 USD)

Sold

Crimson Archer

Lady Onfroi

700 Mina

(14 USD)

Strawberry Jam

Lady Onfroi

800 Mina 

(15 USD)

Just now, Itz_Cookie said:

Elizabeth du Lauzon arched a brow at the competition, disgregarding it but planning to drag one of her daughters along to attend. 

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.

Mirabella Violet heard word of this, the poet smiling. "He drew a sword on a child... did they ever learn of that?" Questioned the woman to herself, within the confines of a chilly room she called her own.

Kylah Armas' eyes widened. "GRANDPA? WHEN?"

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.

A one eyed elfess gets war flashbacks of the multiple times she was forced into maid outfits. "Mental note to not go here... ever."

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.

i think i was coerced into teaching this man

Off somewhere did a one-eyed woman smile. "Too funny..." Did the woman muse, folding the missive to go along with her many other saved missives.

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.

and the auction is done! dm me or @Itz_Cookie on discord if you got something! i'll be at ct for the meanwhile

the people who won from me...
@Itz_Cookie
@Asutto
@annanicole__
@tadabug2000
@zuziee
@Sloth been balling
@Carson
 

“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.'