NLThomas

Within Dio are two Presidents

You are NOT him!!!

Believe we haven't interacted all that much but the few times I can recall always were a joy. Godspeed Grim. Become the chef you were born to be.

Would we be able to rename the bag? If so, that would be huuuuge for alchemy storage in general.

You two are wild for having a debate on who showers less

Sorry Rukio could you please not comment anymore? You are making me uncomfortable with your messages

Within his shadow darkened room, the mumblings of the scholar echo out betwixt walls of cold pale white stone, for he could not stand the silence. Finally, the mumblings cease and he falls into the cold embrace of the night. As many nights before, so too did this one come with visions and dreams. Falling deep into that black pit the golden eyes shoot open, turning and shifting around only to find those corpses left to eternally stir and the fallen ruins that plagued the abyss. The chanting of the dead filled the elf at first with dread but quickly he found a familiarity in that language all too well known to him. The chanting to him after some time turned into a irritating ringing noise. His heartbeat and breath picked up until suddenly, it all became quiet. The familiar silence and darkness of his chambers. Silence was broken by a chanting. A chanting of his own. Echoing the foul language heard to himself.

Honestly don't mind it and feel like it deserves its place. In the end it only make sense to try and catch these shapeshifting demons. But what I do mind is that from a logical point of view, not everyone should just let it happen. Very simply put, having your hand slashed open hurts, and not just in that moment. No it has to heal and you have to deal with this slash in your hand that will hurt whenever you try to pick something up for at least a month. Guess this brings up a lack of pain RP and how little actual influence it has. Also let's not forget the fact that whenever you do emote having any sort of annoyance or pain when your hand gets cut open immediatly means you are infact a spook. Idk it's lazily used if anything.

OOC: MC Name: NLThomato Discord: nlthomas IC: Name: Erendriel Age: Old Information about yourself: Greetings Baalial Dralguna, Ranger of the Crothstad, My name is Erendriel, Court Alchemist from the starlit realm Celia'nor. As my role states, I'm a great alchemist but a scholar as well. Speciliased in the Mystical and various other subjects. Be it strange magic one encounters or ancient artifacts. I have done my fair share of adventuring in the past and am always willing to go on more for the experience and knowledge. Of course, I'm capable enough with a sword and bow as well to slay such a beast. Kind regards, Erendriel, Court Alchemist of Celia'nor

You might not remember but you were one of the first who got me invested on the server. Loved the good ol' days in Haense when we were just BSK soldiers. Really got me through the start of Covid. Enough of the nostaliga. I wish you the best dude and enjoy the outside world.

Julius reads the letter send to him. The only thing he could really do was letting out a long exhausted sigh. Somewhere deep down he knew he was still around but it didn't matter now, for he was truly gone this time around. And so he carries on. Another family member gone, as many others had fallen.

Hammer hitting steel rings through the forge. Strike after strike on orange hot metal guided by a cold precise hand. Memories flood the mind of the pale elf with each strike of the hammer ringing the steel. Memories many yet few. The day they met during a festival in Talar’nor, the day the friendship started. Then it was the quiet moments where not many words were spoken and yet, that stern and cold elf was happy with those moments. Each and every second of those many memories play in his mind until it all disappears with a deep sigh. The elf his cold eyes turn to look over to the flames and he leans himself upon the anvil. The often posh and stern posture falters and his cold hand reaches up to remove some hair from his face and a tired huff of air escapes, with it a tired expression takes him over. “You promised me to visit again...” He quietly spoke to none but himself and the cold heartless machinery that surrounded him. Eyes falter from the flames and down to the hand that leans upon the anvil, staring towards his pinky finger with the memory of the childish promise Ambrosine had made a few times over, that she would be back, and he promised so too. A promise broken.

I see a lot of "We" used in the post, which makes me curious who we truly are. As of what I have seen about there was no real discussion on it in the Seer discord, along with the fact a alt account is used for anonymity makes it feel like you aren't even sure about the change or know people won't like this change. That aside, Seers are able to recognise each other because they are not ment to harm one another. Along with this there is the ability to talk with each other telekinetically to get out of any issues that two Seers of opposing factions might find themself in, of which I would like to remind people of the idea of "Seers above all else". Family, allegiance, no matter what, Seers go above that. Only thing I do agree with is the fact the plot parts. My biggest issue being the fact that someone can be unaware OOC of what plot some other Seer might be up to and accidentally oppose it. A change I would like to see is that Seers can not Knowingly oppose each others plot. If it's on accident, it happens. Even then I feel like Seers should strife to work together. Edit: Appears I'm a doofus and it's written in the lore that it's only relevant to cabal members who are aware of the plot. Woopsie daisy.

Farewell my boy. Enjoy your freedom.

Does that stop from an addition being written?

Joust RP Name: Julius von Theonus MC Name: NLThomato Discord: NLThomas Do you love chivalry? yes Tournament Registration RP Name: Julius von Theonus MC Name: NLThomato PARTNER'S NAME [OOC/RP/Discord]: taytotot/MaddieAcid Discord: NLThomas Do you love Petra? yes

The brows of the Haverlock furrow up upon reading the missive. Annoyed, he tosses it off to the side from his desk and comes to a stand. "First they accuse my sister and now..." A sillence filling the room then. Perhaps some doubt, or perhaps pure disbelieve hearing about the accusations made to his elder, more honorable, brother. "No. They all just wish to see my House fall."

Enjoy the freedom dude. But The60th? Didn't know it was the first of April.

"How the mighty do fall.." A man covered in black and red cloth hums out upon reading the missive. "As many do who oppose him."

MC Name: NLThomato RP Name: Erendriel Persona ID: 76224

Within the darkness, betwixt cold stone walls and scattered books, two eyes shot open in the darkness. The elf awakens, breathing heavily as he turns to look around the darkness of his room. Another night haunted by what is to come and in what he helps bring. "The Mother has a destiny to follow.." He mumbles lowly to himself. And so he takes his cape and departs into the night, seeking the One.

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WANTED: HAVERLOCK ESTATE THIEF AND PICKPOCKET, ‘THE SCRATCHER’ 4th of the First Seed, 1933 TO THE CITIZENS OF AAUN, A thief has pilfered their way through the Haverlock Estate, robbing us of valuable heirlooms passed down through generations before us. Before, the individual has been accused of pickpocketing and so we are in search of any information that may lead to the arrest of this now wanted individual. Anyone who finds the items, or turns in the individual, will find themselves handsomely rewarded. The total reward for the return of these items or the individual will be 200 MINA AND A SET OF ARMOR. If you are the ‘Scratcher’ you may turn yourself in and find mercy and forgiveness for your crimes against us and the City of Whitespire, else may justice be upon you. The accused Musin has a white/gray fur with beady eyes. He wears a multi-colored hat atop his head whilst he wears a set of studded-leather armor. A description of the crime scene: The thief left a name declaring himself ‘The Scratcher.’ He forced his way into our attic where we had previously stored these heirlooms. Other than the note, scratch marks were left upon the entrances broken into and the chest that was stolen from. It would seem as though, implied by the note left, that this individual has stolen items from MULTIPLE victims, and is most likely the same Musin pickpocketer. A description of the items stolen: An unspecified gauntlet A gauntlet that can create a protective shield around oneself The Mysterious Glamour