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About ColonelKuehl1

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  • Character Name
    Vival Velulaei'onn
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    Dark Elf

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  1. A Silver eyed Ker eyes the missive intently. Without reading the entirety of the text he had already fathomed a guess of the writer. Alongside his child and a gathering of Ker he read the rant aloud over the sound of construction as if accurately impersonating Alyndel more so to humor himself. Upon putting down the missive he looks toward a crowd of Ker both a amused. He looked to his son, and his fellow Mali'ker, and toward his Doom forged kin. "It would appear Alyndel yet lives and he found a cave to contain himself in... I can almost hear his ranting even upon these mountains" Vival Velu'As
  2. "Damnable Ocean! Failing too kill me before was your first mistake!" The Dark Elf shouts as he proceeds to pollute the ocean with various substances seeming a bit drunk.
  3. Vival looks over the missive "Finally a place too call home." He sat eagerly amongst his camp awaiting to bring his clan to the new state.
  4. "Reprobates..." The normally introverted Velu'Asath clan head looked to the letter; his Velulaei'onn and Ravexi blood boiling beneath a methodical surface. The Mali'ker Prince looked as his architects worked and his clan lived freely and defiantly the so called State of Elven kind. Vival grinned thinking on the author of the letter "I quite like this ones enthusiasm." He grinned as he moved on preparing for the coming storm.
  5. Vival hummed as he signed his name; the Velu'Asath clan head, typically one prone too pragmatism had a moment of childish excitement. He knew full well he could finally have a home to call his own.
  6. Looks upon one of the invitations only to grow offended by the fact that his friend in business did not invite him! Vival announced loudly "Well id best invite myself then!" as he rushed off to the wedding.
  7. Vival huffed for a moment, he had mentally prepared himself for coming out into the open. Looking hopeful of the offer, he looked back too his days attempting to find his path upon the roads, the feeling of a home to return too was something to far off from his mind. A Horde at ones back, a relief upon a long road. "We will not fall if we adapt, failures are made so the next in line may do better." He reassured himself as he went onward looking toward a possible future for the Mali'ker.
  8. Sat with a glass of rum back having finally come across the document on his own, having been the first to look upon it he was hear it spoken of so quickly "Sure do know how to make some noise Mal'maronn." Vival stood up his incredibly direct mannerism unchanging "Well breaks over ,bout time to get too back work." The one taking on the title of Warden stood up, prepared to work tooth and nail for whatever the future may hold.
  9. With very little hesitation, Vival signed his name upon the document. Upon writing down his surname, he halted for but a moment; realizing how close he had come to writing down his old alias of Danoran. With a sly grin; the Ker pens his true name, Vival Velulaei'onn
  10. Having emerged somewhat late from some corner of the archipelago; Vival held out a bottle of rum, wielding a cutlass over his shoulder as he eyed the crew "Well guess you were serious, lets make sure we dont sink shall we?" The Dark Elf looked eager to return to the seas once again.
  11. “The Hells a Splishy?” The Abrasive young Mali’ker looked to the notice, shrugging for a moment before deciding to write a reply. [!] A somewhat crumpled letter written well below high quality parchment was pinned to the door, of 2 Silver Jubilee, The letter more or less out in the open for all to see.
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