mothsthetic

From an abandoned cabin, Yvaine Sonja sighs quietly, warm breath fogging in the cold air. She pulls her cloak a little tighter around herself, setting the missive down. “Oh, Mamej… why could moy niet have just stayed w Petra? Moy left Papej behind in vyr grieving. Y don’t remember his voice. Y can ney visit his grave. Y should like to.” She laments, curling up onto the creaking wooden floorboards with a sigh.

A young girl sits in the bedroom of her family keep, packing clothes into a small backpack. A bunny doll, an aurum cross necklace, and a ring. Without even a note, a terrified, and only 10 year old Yvaine Sonja af Brasca departs the nation she never truly considered home, holding her cross close as she prays for the battle to come, and for the day when she can return and sleep in her own bed safely once more.

Upon seeing the missive, Sir Wilford Reinhold smiles fondly at the good news. He folds the notice, keeping his good friend and his family in mind as he puts into the drawer of his desk for important documents.

Standing before the ashes of the church, a knight prays for his family- for not just one, but three of them were kidnapped. Sir Wilford Reinhold holds his sword at his side, preparing for the battles ahead. 

Sir Wilford Reinhold lets out a small sigh upon seeing the missive, holding a golden rosary tight in his hand. “They have nae love fer GOD, as they claim tae serve. Th’ things they do- an’ threaten tae do tae those they hold prisoner… I cannae imagine how they sleep a’ nigh’.” The Knight mutters, shaking his head as he remembers his kidnapping.

Wilford smiles as he looks upon the invitation, handing it off to Atticus with a small chuckle. “Looks like yer billin’ par’ner is all grown up now, huh?” 

“A man got his hand broken so they killed someone?” A young Veletzian girl says as she reads the missive, looking rather confused. “Both sides jest clearly in w wrong… why could they niet just talk?” Yvaine Sonja mutters, feeling conflicted.

Lord Wilford Reinhold stares at his portrait in the missive for a moment- should he have worn something a bit more formal for the occasion? …Nah. This is his favorite coat. He smiles upon the public announcement, setting down his cup of coffee with a pleasant sigh in the Vallagne morning air.

Lord Wilford Reinhold chuckles quietly as he leans back in his seat inside the Chamber of Earth. “Abou’ bloody time tha’ dangerous bastard go’ kicked in th’ teeth.”

mc: mothsthetic

persona: Nadja Leticia Bathory (doubleslotted with Yvaine Sonja af Brasca)

ID: 85122

Wilford Reinhold sits at his desk in his home, taking off his glasses and setting them on the desk aside the paper. He smiles softly, thinking about the future and days to come. 

@NightcastorKitty sorry about that! here it is!

MC Name:

         mothsthetic

Character's Name:

         Wilford Reinhold

Character's Age:

         37

Character's Race:

         Highlander

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Housemagery

Teacher's MC Name:

         N/A, Selfteach (TheAmazingSewer book in Chambery)

Teacher's RP Name:

         N/A, Selfteach (TheAmazingSewer book in Chambery)

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         Nope!

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes!

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes!

10 hours ago, Corcitură said:

On 10/27/2023 at 4:29 PM, Cheese said:

what if people just like don’t log on cuz they’re losers

 

Hard-PK if they don't log in.

what if they have plans for halloween and can't log in all day? 

MC Name:

         mothsthetic

Character's Name:

         Archer Sar'bellar

Character's Age:

         26

Character's Race:

         Half-Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Aeromancy (Air Evocation)

Teacher's MC Name:

         _Grey_W0lf_

Teacher's RP Name:

         Ursus "Frostaxe" Grandaxe

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes!

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Of course!

The Half-Elven Son sighs as he comes across the missive, adjusting the travel-pack on his shoulders and continuing on his way. 

5 hours ago, Hom said:

A weary, but smiling Atticus Lucien looks over the missive at an unfamiliar table, in an unfamiliar home. He glances up at the man across from him, holding the invitation out for his perusal. “Her Royal Majesty certainly knows how to celebrate- Don’t you think?”

Across the table, with a cup of coffee in hand, Wilford Reinhold chuckles as he looks over the invitation. "Aye, et'll be a spectacle fer sure. I s'pose ye learn how tae have fun when ye rule fer so long. Good fer her." He takes a sip of his coffee, setting the invitation back down.

Wilford sighs, putting his face in his hands as he sits at the kitchen table. "Grea'. Now all o' Petra will know how I almos' go' murdered."

Wilford rolls his eyes at the poster, tearing it down from the board. "Persecutin' those who do nae e'en follow th' Church. Tyranny." He rips the paper, shoving the pieces into the pocket of his coat as he heads towards the Petran square.

The man in the blue coat stares at the missive for a few moments, reading the words over an over. After a few moments, he sighs. He shakes his head, muttering something under his breath.

Letta smiles as she sees the poster hung up on the board, pausing for a moment in her walk to consider it. "Perhaps it's time I make this official, once and for all!" The young woman continues down the road of the city, now headed for the Clinic instead.

"Finally makin' it official, boss?" The young half-elf grins excitedly as he leans back in the tavern chair. "Awesome."