hemomancy

tuff/dirt/sand = soulsand smth = amethyst?

Upon coming across the letter while roaming the roads, Marusya pens a reply back as soon as she returns home. "Hello Miss Marjorie, and additionally good-greet to her mother, Lady Vuiller, I am Lady Marusya Klavdiya Sarkozic of Adria, aide to my father, the Duke of Adria. I would like to invite you to our lands to study the nearby aquatic life, and perhaps even join us on a whale hunt. Should you choose to accept, the Sarkozics of Adria will ensure your safety within the lands as an honored guest during your studies. It is understandable if you choose to decline due to the war, but I will eagerly await a response. Signed, Marusya Klavdiya Sarkozic"

A Sarkozic teen frowns, while not knowing the knight well, had just recently been given a ride back to Veletz on his horseback.

THE SUL’AILER - RECRUITMENT Issued by the Tilruir’tayna 11th of The Deep Cold, 162 SA To the Blessed Citizens of Haelun’or Have you ever had the wish to serve and protect your fellow citizens, but are unsure if you lack the strength or ability to wield steel and don armor? Or perhaps a scholar, with a goal to expand your knowledge of the void and arcane practices? The Sul’ailer is a perfect choice for any who seek out magical knowledge, with the Saner’talar currently offering both Water Evocation and Fire Evocation to willing and pure individuals. As part of the Sul’ailer’s recruitment efforts, a gathering shall take place within the coming Elven days, held in the Eternal Library with a basic lesson on voidal theory. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya Signed, Cresence Sythaerin Divkinael of the Sillumiran Saner’talar of the Sul’Ailer Tilruir’tayna of the Silver Empire of Haelun’or

Marusya Klavdiya prepares to tag along with her father whenever he inevitably gets called to a meeting. She's good backup.

The youngest Sarkozic girl laments; for she had wished to go to Balian in attempts to make friends with the local children- but alas, she could not be friend to those who were the children of cowards.

Cresence nudges her husband @MailC3p, "C'mon, it'll be fun. Probably. Maybe. I hope. Ti?"

THE SUL’AILER Issued by the Tilruir’tayna 5th of Malin’s Welcome, 161 SA To the Blessed Citizens of Haelun’or I write this missive as an introduction to an embodiment of our unity and strength–the Sul’ailer, a new branch within the esteemed Sillumir dedicated to ensuring the safety of our city and its residents through the essence of voidal magic. The Sul’ailer shall stand not just as a new addition to our protectors but as a beacon of opportunity for those among us who yearn to serve our beloved motherland, even without the ability to hold a sword. It welcomes those who seek to learn, to grow, and to dedicate themselves to the defense and prosperity of Haelun’or through the pursuit of the arcane. Together, let us embrace this new chapter, forging bonds of solidarity and resilience. Let us unite our strengths, both magical and mundane, to ensure the safety and advancement of our cherished city-state. If your heart yearns to protect, if your spirit seeks purpose, regardless if you are an aspiring magi, untaught and unlearned, or one who has completed their own studies, the Sul’ailer invites you to join its ranks. We shall stand as guardians through the arcane, nurturing a future where every citizen has an equal opportunity to contribute to the radiant destiny of Haelun’or. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya Signed, Cresence Sythaerin Divkinael of the Sillumiran Saner’talar of the Sul’Ailer Tilruir’tayna of the Silver Empire of Haelun’or The Sul'ailer, our branch dedicated to the safeguarding and advancement of Haelunor through the mastery of magic, embraces a structured hierarchy that reflects both expertise and leadership potential. RANKS Taeluir At the inception of their journey, individuals join the Sul'ailer at the rank of Taeluir. They are eager initiates, passionate, and committed to learning the intricacies of magic. These individuals have yet to refine their skills but are driven by a profound dedication to the craft and the protection of our city. Tayna’eyri For those who demonstrate commendable progress and dedication in their studies, the rank of Tayna’eyri is bestowed upon them. These practitioners have exhibited a heightened level of competence in their magical abilities. Although they continue to deepen their understanding, their drive and commitment to mastery shine through. San’naeri Magi who have completed their extensive studies ascend to the rank of San’naeri. They possess comprehensive knowledge and skill in magic but have yet to take on the mantle of teaching others. Their focus remains on honing their abilities and contributing their expertise to the Sul'ailer's endeavors. Ailer Among the esteemed ranks of the Sul'ailer are the Ailer—teachers and mentors revered for their wisdom and mastery. They guide and instruct the learning magi, imparting their wealth of knowledge and experience to further the growth and understanding of magic within the community. Saner'talar The pinnacle of leadership within the Sul'ailer is embodied by the Saner'talar. This individual holds the responsibility of organizing and leading excursions or missions, collaborating closely with Ailers, Nealuir, and the entirety of the Sul'ailer. They are visionary leaders, orchestrating strategies and initiatives that align with the greater objectives of Haelunor's protection and advancement. Each rank within the Sul'ailer represents not just a level of magical proficiency but also a commitment to service and the prosperity of our homeland. Through unity, dedication, and the pursuit of excellence, the Sul'ailer stands ready to uphold the legacy of Haelunor, safeguarding its people with the formidable power of magic.

yes please

One witch wonders; perhaps, should they all be gathered.

THE ADRIAN FEAST Penned by Marusya Klavdiya Sarkozic yr. 1954 To the people of Adria, Veletz, and the other vassals; I, Marusya Klavdiya Sarkozic, personally invite citizens of the aforementioned places to attend a feast, a party of my planning held within the Aldersberg keep. There shall be drinks and food of various sorts, although, I am sure that the dining will not be the most talked about part of the occasion. With the ongoing war, I would like to meet those who fight, as I myself have yet to meet many due to my time away as a ward of another state. I would be very happy if anyone would be willing to attend my party. Signed, Marusya Klavdiya Sarkozic

Cresence immediately sends in a letter for Tilruir’tayna.

"Nice." The writers sister comments idly, her head canting up to gaze past the missive and at her own half-written work. "Not so nice."

every time i debate and every time i go through my recent messages and make people talk me out of it....... unless......

One magi, Cresence, stares blankly at the missive she's come across; "I knew I was right to call them Connards Prétentieux. All of them, they're all the same." The gingers head shook, snatching and setting it alight.

The Celia'nor Tribune writer scoffs from her home in Haelun'or, "They'll never be like me. What a shame."

A SYTHAERIN WEDDING Cresence and Theveus celebrated their union in a somewhat private ceremony, surrounded by the warmth of their closest friends and family, as well as the invited citizens of Haelun’or. Their wedding beautifully merged the mystique of Cresence's magical prowess with Theveus's leadership, creating a moment of serene connection that echoed their shared commitment and love. It was an intimate gathering that spoke volumes of their bond, promising a future filled with shared adventures and unwavering support for each other's extraordinary paths. In the comfort of Haelun’ors luscious gardens, the sounds of hushed chatter and laughter could be heard amidst the decorated tables for the gathered guests. Soon the sound of footsteps trudging through the grass and onto a wooden platform could be heard, followed soon after with the telltale clink from the tapping of a glass. As all turned their attention, a light and comfortable silence would permeate the air as Carallia Maeyr’onn began a speech… "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests of this wondrous occasion, Today, we stand witness to a moment that transcends mere union; it encapsulates the convergence of two remarkable souls. In this serene gathering, we celebrate the union of Cresence Tiunviel’vihai, a mage whose magic illuminates our world, and Theveus Sythaerin, the esteemed Okarir’sil of the Sillumir. Their love story is not just one of hearts entwined, but of worlds colliding. Where enchantment meets leadership in a symphony of harmony. Today's celebration is a testament to the beauty of unity, the fusion of extraordinary talents, and the power of love that knows no bounds. Cresence, with her enchanting prowess, has captured our imaginations, weaving spells that have ignited wonder in our lives. Her journey to this day has been marked by a grace that transcends the ordinary, and her union with Theveus symbolizes the merging of brilliance and resilience. Theveus, a leader whose guidance has steered the Sillumir with unwavering strength and wisdom, finds in Cresence a partner whose magical essence complements his command in ways that are nothing short of magical. As we revel in this moment, let us raise our glasses to the harmony they bring, not just to each other's lives but to the worlds they represent. May their bond continue to flourish, a beacon of unity and understanding amidst the complexities of our realms. To Cresence and Theveus, may your journey together be as enchanting as the spells Cresence weaves and as steadfast as the leadership Theveus embodies. Congratulations on this beautiful union that fills, not just mine, but all our hearts with hope and joy. Cheers to the newlyweds!" As her speech came to an end, there would be a moment of silence to allow the ‘thill in attendance to object if at all. Carallia would gaze around, her eyes shooting daggers towards anyone who would have the gall to object to this union. Signed, Theveus Sythaerin, Okarir’sil of Haelun’or Cresence Sythaerin Carallia Maeyr’onn, Speaker

i rly dont know why yall are memeing its something staff should be taking care of

Cresence murmurs, “I should’ve punched the fool when I had the chance. Maybe it’d knock some sense into him.” Then, the magi went off to check on things.

who's your favorite skinner. choose wisely.