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A lone figure in armor, alone he sat among nothing more than stone ruins. His gaze set on the distant treeline, thoughts and inquiries running through his mind. Footsteps growing louder as an odd pair of siblings drew near, yet the man did not look at them, for he knew why they had arrived. Only a few words were exchanged before the man came down from his perch, his lip quivering as he offers himself a small cant of prayer, his helmet did not cover his flaxen locks, perhaps this would come back to haunt him. Blades were drawn and alchemical concoctions shaken, still that man waited to bring forth his hammer. Suddenly, a Tanglefoot was thrown, shattering at the man's feet. He knew he had no chance of escaping it, so he stood there ready for the young freak to make their move. They rush forth, attempting to drive their blade into his dominant shoulder, causing the man to open his body, dropping his hammer. He retaliates with a quick jab to the left side, then a heavy strike with his right to the little one's chest to send it back. The elder of the siblings, dare intervene, only yelling commands and coaching the young, giving aid if it were needed to help bring down the towering man. O'how fleet-footed the young one was, she darted around the man, heaving his hammer up to her shoulder. The Highlander was crouched, smashing his way out of the solid goop at his feet. As he went to stand, that hammer came down, crunching and crippling his back plate, forcing the man back onto the ground with a pained groan. He did not stay idle. Unable to see his attacker, he forced himself onto his back. The little one did not hesitate nor wait for the man to stand, they brought his hammer back down with much power, aiming to destroy his right knee. The man saw this and forced himself to roll back out of the way before pushing himself to stand with heavy and pained exhales. The Highlander took a sharp inhale, planting his right foot before pushing off with it, sending his shoulder into the chest of the freak once more. As the little creature started to fall, the man curled his digits around their collar, holding her up. He should've just let her go, he should've had his helmet on, maybe he should have called his auric murk. The little freak started to dig her gnarled claws into face, digging and scraping around his left eye. He clenched his jaws, using his other hand to hold the little one by her side, lifting up before sending her into the ground. Maybe he should have just let her go, maybe he shouldn't have done this. As the little one was being driven into the ground, her claws found what she was intending to do, as the man released it, a forest orb was held tight in the little freaks grasp, crimson running down the man's countenance, covering his chest plate. The elder finally made their way down from their seat, coating a blade with another concoction. They stood, speaking toward the man before they drove the burning blade into his hip and pulled him in close to drive it deeper. The Highlander bellowed his pain, a hand falling from his missing eye, his other grabbing ahold of the freaks shoulder, pushing against her, trying to push himself back to pull the blade from his hip. But it was to no avail, she pushed the blade in deeper, moving her dominant foot between his legs, pushing him to the ground. There he fell, prone, in pain, bleeding, his chest rapidly rising and falling, the freak did not stop there. They took the searing hot blade and drove it into his left hand, the man fell silent in pain, a scream nor whimper escaped his lips, he just stared at the thing. Was he going to finally meet his end here? Was it his time to join his mother? Was it his time, that his actions would be his downfall? The freak spoke more and more. The man, barely conscious, responded with a few words of his own before lifting his free hand, curling his digits around the blade that was burning and melting his hand and left gauntlet, painfully pulling it out and throwing the weapon. He was told to crawl away but he did not. Pride lifted him from the dirt, as the man forced himself back to his feet, his left leg barely working as it just hung there, chest heaving, a mix of sweat and crimson coating his face and his heavy plate. A lone figure in armor, alone he walked among nothing more than stone ruins forcing himself to return to his place of comfort…

So what is your quote that you have saved from an RP you've done? Who is your favorite character? When can we take over an empire? Also movie night when?

I would say I will miss you but I'll see you on the flip side, all things said and done. Much love for you neo, talk to you soon, I know where to find you! <3

That so called young one, found himself near that faithful tower, finding a seat along the ledge, curling his hand around yet another new coffee mug, "Ich should've hit him again." The highlander lowly mutters to himself, glancing to his healing knuckles, "Tis vhat happens vhen vy mess vith t'e lion...Vy get eaten." He said with a ligh shake of his head, his gaze rising to the Horizon, only leaving himself to ponder.

The missive arrives to the County of Halstaig, finding it's way into the gardens where the Count found himself seated with his mug of coffee, idly sipping on it wiliest he scans it over. Elias, Uncle to the young debutant, hums something unsung, "Time flies vhen vy get old." He chuckles to himself, "But ich took a vow and vill be t'ere 'n my bruders place." He softly spoke to the old golden lab who was curled up at his feet.

IT IS TIME!!!!!

After a long and a weary day of travel, the sounds of a horse arriving to Halstaig rang through out the gardens. Shortly after, heavy footsteps, metal clanking, and a few deep coughs signal Elias has arrived home. Taking slow steps up the stairs to not disturb the sleeping household, he finally arrives to the Countess's chambers. "Eja, dear." Spoke he as he stripped out of his armor into more comfortable attire, making his way over to the woman where she sat. "Vhat ist t'is?" he inquires as he leans forward to look over the letter thst laid open on the small table. Taking a moment to read it over, everything seem to stop, the crackling fire grew silent along with a cooing auburn hair babe. "Vhat?" The Count calls out in shock, "Ami has passed? Ich vas just 'n Elysium, ich vould've stopped by, it's t' soon, she 'as more time." Elias rambles on, shaking his head, his gaze slowly drifting to the ceiling, "Oh, Ami...vyr 'n a better place, do keep a vatchful eye over my bruder and nieces vhen ich nitch t'eir for him. Ve've been friends for many years and it hurts t' lose another. Be vell..." He was at a loss for words, cutting himself off at the end, knowing he will probably never see her again...

A lone woman wanders the late night streets around Almaris. THWACK! Rings out as she hammers in a tac with a piece of parchment hanging below. They lived side by side, best of friends that nothing could come between. All it took was one time, then the skies turned to grey, and the hate began to spread. “You are my favorite child, always have been.” Fist were thrown, words of hate rang loud. Rage hidden from youth, was as clear as the ocean blue. That fateful night. Always remembered. "I hate you." Was spat out in the sand, soaked down to the bone. A mortified girl. The years passed from that night, many new friends were found. Subtle whispers were spoken, words that fueled the young mind, turning it to the unknown. Led the child to look at the world differently. “Your time has come child, do what you must.” A family bred in chaos, a night gathered at the house in the hills. A sip of a drink, moments away from a deep slumber, the plan went into action. A distraction was caused, the child went to work. The sleeping man, slowly awoke from his slumber, there the child stood over him. The sheets bled a darker shade of red, the life slipping away. The final words from the child, "I loved you once but no more". The last breath escaped. Silence There was silence once more Or at least for the time being. Signed,

BASIL!! KING THAT YOU ARE, LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! A couple of questions for you- 1) Will you just take my money? Because your art is worth it all. 2) Favorite moment either be RP or vibing in a VC with the homies? 3) What has Pru been up too since her favorite kid died? Basil, since I've gotten to know you over the past year, you are a pretty amazing person, your talented, and you are a king. Keep doing whatever it is and take my money for art! <3

A man who allowed himself to slip into a dangerous fit of rage, looks over the missive with a cautious gaze, "Hmm?" He pondered before making the long trek to his shrine to prepare and mend his broken armor.

Atop of one of the highest points in the dwed lands, a particular flaxen hair man ponders to himself, "Ich do vonder vhen t'e next time ich vill fight along side t'e Hound?" The man's forest orbs flicker over the horizon, allowing himself to fall once more into an extended meditation cycle.

A particular flaxen hair lad awakes from his extentended meditation session atop a mountain in Urguan lands, looking to the horizon, waiting for what the future holds.

I first decided to start this journey, this task I was given by my teacher, in the Druid Grove. When I first arrived, I introduced myself to a ‘ker, Damein, Coral Druid, an interesting man to say the least. The Atol Grove is the actual name, I found myself seated within the grass, learning that Druids seek to balance the land and heal. But they also do many things ranging from restoring mundane things such as a soiled pond to fighting against Necromancers blighting the earth around. I simply asked the ‘ker of why he wanted to become a druid, they remarked with “For a very long time I lived off the land, with the sea was my only companion and constant in the sea of ever changing uncertainty. And so I wished to give back that very land that was provided for me, to take care of it more than I would with my own two hands. And here I am.” This is all rather interesting for myself, since I grew up in Karsograd and mainly stick to people who call human settlements home, but this place is different, being unkempt, no pesky Orenian citizen pestering you to keep up with social standards. When bringing up the topic of culture and language, this place is filled with many cultures but the main one is Aspectism, worshiping the Aspects, self-improvement ways, they don’t discriminate against one's own religion. Most people here speak a mix of Common and Elven. My next destination, I found myself heading west, landing in Vortice. I wandered around the walled city before finding myself in the tavern. I found myself in conversation with the new Monarch, Athri Onfroi Belrose-Maelstrom, a one eye ‘thrill who wears a tiara. This is a city that has much focus around all things voidal related, a decent amount of the population who calls this place home are in fact voidal mages. I must admit, I was catching myself starting to doze off during this conversation, when it comes to culture and languages around this city, it’s a heavy mix from blah to common, cultures are also a mix of all the races that call this place home.Just to throw in a fun question to finish the conversation up, I asked “If there is one thing you could change, what would it be?” Athri responded with “Having a functional military.” I was almost dumbfounded to hear about this, they don’t have people who want to join the cause to keep their beloved city safe. After a long and treacherous journey, I finally arrived to Elvenesse. I found myself speaking with a Green Priestess, Briar Taliame’onn, she was kind, smiled a lot. We started off talking about the religion of the ‘ame, they follow the Aspects, manu, protectors of the Aspects that take the form of animals. Their culture seems to revolve around the same as the Druids, keeping things in balance, they never take more than they need, they honor and respect the forest around them. Religion and family are what drives their culture, many families within Elvenesse coexist with one another. With a change of topics, I simply asked how the city is run, government and what not; A High Price takes power with votes from a council, they keep power until they retire or are deemed no longer fit to rule. The council is created from people who are in charge of the military, housing, and exarchy (in charge of maintaining the laws) ; then they have advisors that are family and seed heads along with trusted citizens. With the final change of topics, I was asked why I was going around asking these question, once I explained I was attempting to become a Paladin, Briar was almost ecstatic with the chance to finally have a conversation with one. Pretty close to home for this one, I made my way to Hefrumn, a conversation with a dwed, I met when he broke into the keep, an interesting man. Grilthram Hammerforge is this lads name, sometimes I forget that I'm tall and tower over our close neighbors in Urguan. Our shorter counterparts follow the Braithmordikin, a series of dwarven gods that each have rule over different sections of dwarf life, for the culture of things, it varies from clan to clan but over it’s rather consistent with each. They generally enjoy war, industry, feastivities; certain ceremonies specific to them, such as famous drinking and brawling tournaments. When the topic of politics came up, they operate with a voting system where the lords of each clan vote on a choice presented before the king, the king generally can handle the smaller choices on his own but larger decisions such as war is handled by the council. Frostbeards, Grandaxe, Ireheart, Irongun, and Goldand are the elder clans, one that have been around the longest, long family lines. With things related to magic, they hold runesmithing and golemanecy. Haelun’or, the home of the high elves, also known as The Silver city to some like to call it. When I first arrived, I was glared at, almost felt like I was hated as soon as I stepped in. But nonetheless I continued with the task at hand, I introduced myself to one Farryn, a member of their military services. Starting the conversation off slowly, the city is mainly composed of ‘aherals but they allow other races to live within their walls. Apparently they don’t have one true religion that they follow, they believe more in knowledge and wisdom, they use those two things to influence what they believe and follow. As I thought, the main language here is a good mix of Elven and common. The elfess went on a short tangent with speaking full elven, I did my best to act dumb and not understand, this is one place I wish to not meet an early end or be labeled as a halfie. I did however bring up a rather interesting topic, I asked “What if someone came here with mixed blood, how would they be treated?” Farryn without a single breathe retorted with, “They’d most likely be killed or possibly banished.” That just doesn’t sit right with me, I’ve had to deal with the issue of people suspecting I was part elf because of my families name, it’s something I can’t full grasp, I decided to move from that topic as quickly as I could, changed the subject to what this elfess thought about the city. But alas our conversation was cut short due to needing to get prepared for a final battle with Shuul in Ando Alur. Concluded 14th of Snow’s Maiden, year 37 of the Second Age Elias Leon O’Rourke née Asul’onn-Amethil

It's one of my favorite Dutch! Righto Mr. Dutchman, when do you want to have another bidding war?

Who is your favorite character and why?

"Death ist all around, only a matter 'f time before ve are vithin reach" An old friend simply stated while peering over a few letters that lay across his desk.

"Haelun vhen ich get older, ich vanna be like vy!" "Perhaps we will see, ja?" The young child who asked this question over and over again, has grown, he has finally grown into a young man. Elias O'Rourke found himself seated at the piano within Halstaig, playing his usual soft but meaning full melody when an elder tenant brought the news and the letter of his mother's passing, in an instant, a blink of an eye almost. The playing had stopped, the man had froze in his place, his dark forest hues reading the letter over and over again, drowning out the commotion of all who called this place home. "Nein, nein, nein." The man repeated over and over again, his head shaking violently as he fell from the bench, tightening the letter within is hands, "T'is can't be true." He call out in pure shock. Already having a hard time controlling his emotions, tears began to stream down his face. He felt his body tightening up, curling up into a ball as he wept into his knees. "Haelun, nein, it's t' soon." He'd choke out, "Vy never got t' meet vyr granddaughter, t'ere ist so much, nein..." Silence fell around Halstaig once more, the man who wept for his mother, continued to find himself reading the letter over and over again, his once bright forest hues turned to see his wife Iduna Anne, whom had been standing in the entry way. "Ich am nicht okay, t'is ist nicht okay, my haelun, s'e ist gone." He'd call out with a voice that has gone hoarse, salt stained marks running down down his broken visage. Elias soon after speaking his last words, only fell eerily silent, slipping into deep thought. An infant with a twin, taken in by a family of mostly elves, running around the streets of Karsograd causing chaos and trouble in their wake. A boy who has grown a deep attachment to his family, always saying that he would return home from long trips as he got older, always returning home no matter what. The young boy turning into a teen, looking to the the people around him, his mother, his grandmother, his twin brother, Elren, and to the rest of his family, watching it grow in size, the birth of Aela and Vivienna. Elias the most troublesome and adventurous, separating himself from his brother, but never straying too far. It was at this, he knew, he would need to come around more, need to check in on his family he was raised within, to not stay away for so long, dealing with the issues and people who call Providence home.

The looming ghastly figure of the long since passed blonde woman who is forever making her rounds around Veritas, felt a subtle shift in the winds, stopping in her paces, her pale gaze drifting to the skies only for a moments time before returning to the patrols forever walked.

Elias looks over the missive, grumbling to himself in Waldenian before crushing the paper and throwing it out!

Elias O'Rourke found himself standing within the gardens of Halstaig alone once more, "Ich just spoke vith George t'is last Saint's day." He spoke to himself with a heavy sigh soon following, "First Marie, t'en an old friend, now somevun vhom ich 'avent gotten t' know fully." The young man's gaze drifted towards the mountains that stood tall over the outer walls, "Vho else ist goin' t' go t' t'e Seven Skies t' soon?"

Within the quiet and empty halls of Halstaig, after Iduna Anne O'Rourke had drifted off to sleep along with their daughter; Elias O'Rourke, found himself seated alone with a single candle lit, his gaze settle across the dark room, landing atop of the silhouette of the piano. "Ich vas just a boy vhen ve met, ich remember t'e times, late at night vith vy and Stefan 'n t'e Library, just laughin t'e night avay." The young man slowly brought himself before blowing out the candle, instantly darkening the room once more, "Vy vatch my brother and ich grow up, vy heard all 'f our mischief t'at ve caused." Stepping out of the large wooden doors, finding himself standing alone in the gardens, "Marie, vy vill be missed but nicht forgotten, ich vill vatch over vyr ome'ii like ich said ich vould many years ago, ich vill nicht let t'at promise go." His forrest green slowly drift towards the cloudy sky as rain starts to soak his flaxen locks, he remained standing there, until the rain had passed, the sun slowly coming over the horizon.

Blinks with his wife being Adunian

A tenant of Halstaig brought the missive to the chambers of Elias and Iduna O'Rourke, with a swfit dip of his head, the tenant hands the letter off before taking his leave! "It vas only a matter 'f time before s'e left Haense" Elias spoke out while making his way back to Iduna's side, finding a seat along the edge of the bed, "Ich 'ave alvays been proud 'f my Mar'haelun, glad s'e ist finally leavin' t'e place t'at left many 'f us vith a foul taste."

Elias Asul'onn peered to the missive within Iduna's hand, a cheeky grin growing over the young man's countance, "Ich vill vear blue for my brother". He mused before stealing a kiss from his wife, heading off to find a gift!

The ghostly figure of the fallen Jorden Brashton, sat silently as she did while keeping a watchful eye over the quiet city of Veritas. It started off as a normal day until the elfess, Briala, came rushing into the city, carrying the body of the fallen Gail Cordius. The idea of seeing a friend, fallen to the plague of death, a small frown formed over the forever ageing woman. “I’m sorry, dear.” The specter called out as she guides the elfess to the home of Aeline, “This is their home” After the duo converse a little longer, Jorden takes her leave, returning back to the shadows. “Gail, we have known each other for many years now, we have had our good times, even times of standing by my side protecting Talon’s Port. You were a good friend, I will see you in the seven skies soon enough, my old friend.”