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    Farren Orchaedia
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  1. "A dinner with friends to talk about our intellectual crafts and building bonds..." Farren Orchaedia would smile and begin planning some words for the dinner as she sat as her desk. "What a pleasant thing indeed."
  2. The sun was falling and the stars would start to appear as the darkness spread over the sky. The moonlight lit up the beach for the two figures to stroll through the cold sand, following the timeless tides. A 'ker and an 'ame that have known each other for some decades, known by her name, Farren Orchaedia, and his, Anessén Ka'uhane. The exhausted and scared 'ame would try his best to hold a warm smile for her, she still was the love of his life, even though the last few days in their paths were not one of togetherness anymore. In these daring times, Anessén chose not to wear his armor but instead his known green robes, the feathers tucked over his hair would sway gently with the caress of the kind wind. The ‘ker, unlike her usual demeanor, was less energetic but still found a way to walk by her love. Her hair all tied up and her clothes being the usual white silk dress which gave off a sort of glow as the moon shone down onto her sad form. As they let their feet slowly step around, they would laugh while enjoying stories they shared. Their gazes wander through the sky or the ocean, every now and then landing on each other. A lovely night for them, a night they have not shared for a long time. Anessén would turn to her "you know…i cant get you out of my head...i try to walk away and yet i find myself with you again...i scream over my lungs and still i want to forgive you…" he will say melodically, almost as if reciting a poem. Stopping while his gaze was now on her and letting his feet dig into the sand. Farren turned to him, her eyes wide as always when her heart felt touched or she was surprised, and this was one of the rare few times it meant both. She reached out and took his hands, bringing them up to her lips to kiss them before looking back at him. Her eyes locked onto his as she spoke. “You have been wounded, beaten, and crushed by so many. You have been pushed to the ground and told to give up but you never did. I love you so much for that.” The ‘ker went up, pulling him to her into a loose hug. Anessén will smirk as her lips pressed over his hand, adding "For some time I lost my path, my reason to keep fighting...but you gave me that Farren. You gave me a home to come back to, children to watch them grow and love to fight for...i love you for being with me always, for being with me when everyone looked at me with disgust…" his arms wrapping around her while he melt into the hug, soon pushing her back so he could see her. "I'm sorry I let our paths divide...I just was going through a rough time…" A soft smile grew on her face. “You were never brought away from our path, merely given an odd road.” All of her pain and sadness left as he held her. All of her guilt and lack of self belief fled as he held her. They were bliss. A couple whose seemingly broken stories ended up in the same, beautiful book. They were the most powerful thing of all. Together. The smirk of the 'ame would grow into a smile as he slides his hands to her cheeks, leaning forward to lay his forehead on hers. His eyes closing while their noses rub together. All his pain and doubt, all his sadness and burden lifted while feeling her touch and listening to her words. “The amount of times I have seen others rush to you saying nothing but hatred and rage is past count. I wouldn’t be able to continue on my own if I received such words every single day.” She looked up to him, her smile at its fullest. “And yet here you are living despite it all.” The ‘ker looked proud. Not of the elf in front of her, but of the elf he had shown her. The one who taught her of the forest and raised children with her. The one who cared and nurtured her as much as she did for him. Farren inhaled taking in the senses and sounds around her. The feeling of his body against her and her feet in the sand. The sound of the water going in and out, the chatting in the city, and the distant noise of the animals in the forest. The smell of his own and the smell of salt. And even the soft glow from her ring, carved to be a mixture of eagle’s feathers and dragon’s scales. All of this as she reached up to kiss him, everything in that moment, that pure moment, made her happy to be alive. Suddenly, the 'ame's ears would flicker just when their lips were about to meet. Leaning back his gaze would dash through the tree line as he gently starts to guide Farren behind him. His jaw tensing and his right hand reaching towards his tomahawk, while guiding her with the left arm. As special as the night was, a figure appeared stalking them. Hidden below the shadows of the trees, the figure would stay unrecognized. But soon the wind would carry the sound of a string being pulled back, followed by the sound of an arrow cutting through the air. Anessén would pull Farren to be behind him as he tosses the tomahawk to the figure. A smirk forming on his face once he hears the yelp after the sound of the blade nailing, the life of the creature ending. But the smirk would soon fade away when he suddenly coughed blood, letting his gaze fall to the feathered end of an arrow, with the arrowhead that was aimed towards Farren, instead pierced into Anessén's chest. Hearing the sound of the arrow, the ‘ker did her best to move away, trying to pull Anessen back with her to no avail. However, once she heard the shriek of pain from the stranger she sighed, yet something felt off as she looked to Anessén. The 'ame would turn for her to see the arrow that was nailed onto his heart. Coughing blood already as he found it hard to keep himself standing. With time, the stain of blood spreaded over his green robes while his skin became pale. His breathing getting shaky and pain would lay on his expression. For a moment, Farren felt as if time had stopped. She saw his smile fade away but thought nothing of it until he started to cough . “Anessén..” The ‘ker took a step forward, gently grabbing his arm and turning him to her, the arrow sticking in the dead center of his chest. “Anessén!” She screamed as she went to him, not sure to leave the arrow in or pull it out knowing it would make his wound worse. As her hands reached his arms, he would fall to his knees. "Ullran…" the 'ame would curse in elvish as he felt the life sliding out of his body with each second "Farren…." he would call her. As calm as he seemed, fear started to storm into his eyes, not being able to stop such emotion as thoughts of their children, of their family and of her flashed through his eyes. Finally, the memories he lost long ago would return to his mind. "Farren…" would repeat as his left hand slided for his fingers to lay around the wound. “Anessén, it’s gonna be okay..I’ll..i’ll..” The ‘ker struggled with what to do, everything she had practiced and remembered seemed to disappear from her head as she tried to help him. “I don’t know what to do...” She looked into his eyes, unlike his which were just beginning to be filled with fear, hers seemed to be filled with terror and panic. Part of her even started to shake as he saw her in true pain from seeing him shot. "Farren...it's ayla, it's...ayla" he will whisper as he pulls his hand out of the wound to lay it on hers. His own blood dripping on her fingers while he holds her. His eyes closing briefly before he looked up to her to meet the panic and terror her gaze carried. "I wish I knew the words to make you feel better, but I don't…." he whispers as he smirks, giving her the same words he shared when they first met in the boat. His movements grow weaker as his expression softens, seeming to be exhausted. She began to break down at his words, two months total she had spent caring for him and nursing him back to health. And now, in his final hours of life he remembers everything of her. Over her life Farren had lost friends, family, children, and now her love to her greatest fear and worst enemy, death. Tears began to roll down her face as she did what she could, trying to hold him up and whispering soft nothings hoping to keep him awake. “Please, Anessén, don’t leave me...” A lump formed in her throat as she paused, her eyes now red from the tears. “I’ve lost Kalon, my mother, and Maglure but I cannot lose you as well.” She sounded desperate. Held by her arms as blood seemed to drip even more. His breaths now almost non-existent as he whispers "Death...is a gift Farren, after all the pain...i embrace this, even though my heart breaks to leave you alone…" He would look up to her and smile weakly "My love for you Farren Orchaedia...is as endless as the ocean and as timeless as the tides...i love you" his eyes would close once more and his grip on her hand felt softer. For once, Farren finally felt powerless. Yet strangely enough, part of her somehow knew of this. Gently, she pulled him to her so she could embrace him, her beating heart against his dying one was faster and more frantic. She lifted her head skywards, looking at the stars as her love faded away. “I don’t know who I would be without you, or where I would be if we hadn't met.” She looked back down and cupped his face, bringing him up so she could kiss him. “But thank you for everything, through the good, the bad and the ugly. I am so happy to call you my Mayilun.” With the caress of the wind and the brush of the water over the cold sand, with the countless stars filling the darkness of the sky. With the warmth of Farren's embrace and her rhythmical heartbeat, Anessén would slightly open his lips as they kissed one last time, giving his last breath while the spark of the life that once burned inside him finally died. His hand sliding out of her touch to fall to a side as he becomes one of the silent and sure sentinels that keep watch in the night. Farren looked past his body and to the water ahead. Everything seemed so odd now. It was all the same yet her love was lying dead in her arms. She knew not of when she would see him again, and she knew not of what she would do after this, but part of her took a deep breath in and began to softly speak. "...They said you were the crooked kind...and that you'd never have no worth...but you were always gold to me" She paused and took another breath. Every word piling up like a weight on her chest. “And back when we had met..we swore we knew the future...and our words would take us half way ‘cross the world..But I never left this town, and we never saw the world and we never crossed the sea..” Everything seemed to pause again. The stars lit up everything around them and the wind brushed against her body, yet now she started to sing. Her voice growing louder yet more private than before. “But I am fine, with where I am now..this home is home and all that I need. But for you this place brings shame…and you can blame me when there’s no one left to blame...oh I won’t mind.” On the final note, her voice cracked, like a piano finally stripped of its chords. A dreadful noise yes, but one that was able to convey so much emotion with just a few simple sounds as she pulled him closer. Stars had always been in Farren’s life. Always overhead and always by her side as she went on to take the day. But never did she think they’d be with her the most as Anessén left this world. In a way free, but still she knew his journey didn’t end here, not even close. But that didn’t change things as her breath returned to a normal pace and her eyes finally stopped crying, knowing Anessén was now up within the stars watching and guarding her, ready to guide her through her path. Now the figures were laying over the cold sand, listening to the ocean’s rhyme and feeling the wind caress. The stars over their heads seem to shine brighter and the moon for once, illuminating all that it could reach. The ‘ame came to this world, lived in this world and left this world always by the ocean… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqc2uOunPdA
  3. [[OOC]] Username: Orchaedia_ Discord: Desho_#9652 [[RP]] Full Name: Farren Orchaedia Race: Mali'ker (Dark Elf) Age: 69 Why do you wish to join?: To aid the people and protect the city of Elveness from falling, to protect my son Elenion from danger, and to honor my family both dead and alive. Are you a citizen of Elvenesse?: Yes
  4. To many, Arcas was a world like any other. A world filled with power-hungry Humans, barbaric Orcs, and magical Elves. But to me, it was more than a world, it was my home. And yes, there was fighting, I lost many who were close to me be they family or friends. I made many mistakes and hurt so many people. I even found myself close to death several times. But despite all of this hatred and chaos, my story has yet to end. To start off simply I will tell you who I am as well as the so ons and so forths. My name was Aphellion Pádraig, a dark elf born into Helena and later raised almost half a world away in a forest known as Siramenor. The princedom of Elveness and home to the Mali’ame of Arcas. I arrived in this forest when I was 23, still young enough for any elf to call me a child. I told those who listened how I came of this glade and word spread till everyone in the village knew of my story. For starters, I told them how I was forced to flee the monolithic city in order to escape my father. A money-hungry man whose soul wished for nothing more than power and friends in high places. This was how I came to know the royal family. Not personally, for obvious reasons, but at least came to know the more in depth history. My father eventually bought my mother and added her to his collection of exotic items before I was born. A pure Mali’ker with somehow a full human father and a dark elven mother. Later on, when I was around eight years old my mother took me to visit her kin in the mountains. A people known as the Orchanii. Normal folk who studied and worshiped the many stars in the sky. My mother managed to teach me most everything of this practice which is the same reason I have kept my good looks and sharp wits. This is also the reason I knew so much when I traveled under the cover of night where the stars became my wayfinder and led me across the lands. Finally, once I was a young teen with the new title of “disowned” and having enough of my father’s abuse, I said goodbye to my mother and fled before my father could cause any more harm to me. And so I entered the real world with a fresh start and a new title. And not even a week later I pulled my first heist. You see, part of being a dark elf means that you’re more likely to make friends with the more misunderstood characters of the world. My group for example included me, two cave dwarves, an orc warrior who had earned herself the name "Knife Breaker", and a very quick halfling. And together we formed the most unlikely of friendships and I gave myself the new name, Farren Orchaedia. In less than a year; we had stolen a whole fort’s supply of weapons, raided a hermit’s camp, destroyed a bridge, and finally settled with burning down a library. In short, a good ass run for a fantastic 10 months. And finally, I decided I wanted to settle down somewhere which is when I went to Siramenor. By this point I was 26 as said before and began to work in the paper trade, cutting down reeds and turning them into books for others to sell making me the richest in the village. But then I decided to go for something bigger which is when I met my husband, or rather, ex-husband. Methas, like me, was a dark elf known for being the world's worst player of cards and one of the most disturbed men I’ve ever met. Together, we moved into Sutica, moved over to Haelun’or, and got engaged. It was bliss till we had our first son, Kalon. Named after one of the many star gods, he was a beautiful dark elf with white fluffy hair, piercing blue eyes, and a tiny little birthmark making his freckles look like stars. However, little to my knowledge, Methas had other plans in mind for the two of us. I woke up in the middle of the night to Methas about to plunge a knife into my chest, I fought back, obviously, and fell to the ground. He must’ve thought I was out because he started to leave. But right before I could get up, he murdered my son and left into the night. Kalon was only three days old when he was murdered. I set him off to sea in a proper oceanic funeral and made my way to Elveness. War had come and it was time for me to fight. The war had been caused by a group of demons known as the Inferni, fire casters corrupted by their magick and rage. I wasn't at all part of the navy yet my fellow brethren and I boarded a massive ship with beautiful red sails and a flag with the Elveness white stag, a sign of hope for our comrades and a sign of fear for all others. And so we were off, sailing for the west side of Korvassa to meet what might just be our end. About halfway there, we were attacked on the starboard side by a barrage of giant insects and large metal cannonballs covered in hot tar and fire. Somehow, we all managed to survive and escape to our destination. And when we docked we met a much worse enemy. A giant tan ogre with a head full of horns shoved into his skull like a sadist’s crown. His weapon of choice, a club forged from the mast of a ship we had lost the earlier week. Our high prince, Fëanor, was the first to fall, getting hit directly in the chest as he charged towards the beast. The rest to me gets fuzzy from there. The next was Sevrel, a Mali’ker I considered my brother who took a hit to his arm but continued to somehow fight. Then was Laetranis, one of the clan chieftains, then Elros, and finally an elf I believed to be Aesilnoth. All seemed lost until my friend whose name I’ve forgotten and I was struck by lightning. And from this emerged where my friend was a tall empyrean figure with giant sets of wings keeping him from touching the ground and a massive staff which took the place of his sword. He had turned into an Aengul, a holy being sent from the gods themselves to end this seemingly unwinnable fight. But I too had been struck, my skin felt like it was burning. My face and ears felt as if they were going to explode. Even my limbs felt this. I looked down and instead of the dreaded scars from the lightning that many feared, I had beautiful pale blotches and some colors of blues and purples all across my body. I had spared in a way by the gods who wished to see no more die. The Aengul told us to follow him and so we did. Passing over rotting bodies, bones, and even a few graves of people from ages past. We saw many different and disturbing things, said goodbye to many people we all loved like family, and finally went back home. But the gods were not done yet. We had been told to go to our homes and pack up, it was time to say goodbye. And so as quickly as I could I grabbed as many drinks as possible, the few actual belongings I wished to keep, my weapons, and made my way for the boats. The waters were not kind to us that day. The waves crashed onto the boat almost trying to stop us from leaving. I almost burned my hands through trying to keep the ropes from flying away and hitting everybody off. And finally, we were off. Sailing across the sea to a new world. And on the way, I met a very special person. A Mali’ame a little taller than me with beautiful dark eyes, chestnut skin, and a beard. He told his name was Anessen, he was from the Tahorran clan and together we quickly became friends. And not even a year later I suddenly found myself nursing him back to health after he lost his memory. And little past that, as he got better, we ended up starting a family with our sons Elenion, Maglure, and our daughter Asteria. I am now in my late 60’s and serve as a Sentinel for Elveness. Sevrel and I have started planning a new city for the Mali’ker and together as we work day and night to build our new city. My story still has yet to see a happy ending, I have recently learned that my real father is somewhere out in the world and my mother has just died of old age. Along the way, I’ve ended up meeting dragons, somehow honoring my family, adopting an Eagle, having children, somehow having to take care of my own skygod, and even find myself enjoying the fast side of life. I am still a young Mali’ker and have another 900 years until I possibly leave this world but who knows. I still sometimes hope that my husband would open up again and that my son hadn't died. I even find myself missing Methas every now and then, yet still, I'm happy where I am despite the endless battles I must face both alone and against others. 11th of the Seed, 16, Second Age Farren Orchaedia [!] Below would be a artist's rendition of Farren in her iconic veridian dress {{{Art is by Oz.ias on instagram}}}
  5. Farren stood tall as she read the message. Anger building up enough in her body that the blonde patches of skin against her dark grey body turned a deep hated red. "This city will burn, the silver skin has no right to call my homeland such. They will all die in the end due to whatever sorry excuse they have left for honor." The Mali'ker would spit at the ground below the message before walking off, her rage growing to great for the silver folk to handle.
  6. Farren smiled as she finished reading. "So they really have changed for the better."
  7. Farren would wince and cup her ears, imagining the pain of them being cut off. ”Good gods, pray the child is raised in a kind home.”
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    Lantern grew up a home schooled dark elf girl with her older Marsh who took care of her and her sickly family in the princedom of Fenn. Her parents worked as guards for the snow elf kingdom, protecting the grounds and teaching their son the ways of combat. However, they were forced to leave their posts when they were struck with sickness. Sadly, they passed away when she was very young resulting in Marsh turning to the black market to sell drug in hopes of supporting them both. In the end, he became addicted resulting in Lantern to have to take care him as well. She thinks the world of him and only wants the best for both of them, even if it means sacrificing what she loves. Once she turned old enough, Marsh began to raise enough money to take them away to Irrinor to start a new life. As they traveled, the two faced off orcs, battled humans, and traded with dwarves until they reached their destination. During this time, He taught Lantern how to cook, take care of herself, and wood work for whenever she needed to build or protect herself. Now, Lantern lives with her brother in the forest realm, waiting for the day her parents will somehow return to her.
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