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Olaurae shrugs lightly as she reads through the account one more time, narrating her thoughts in typical fashion "Mm, I mean he could at least have been more subtle about his cruelty, before he is even coronated?" she would seem largely indifferent as she read through the contents once again, "Does ne bode well, ne at all"

Aymon Liawenys smiles slightly, obviously unable to hear a word of this but approving anyhow.

Aymon Liawenys furrows his brows at the missive with a small chuckle: "Well... okay then..." he sets the letter aside in the lighthouse, tapping his foot as he drinks a cup of tea, "Suppose I am 'questionably pure' because I go anywhere else?" he questions in the general direction of Haskir, "The pursuit of knowledge cares not for where one is, and whilst lessers may be lessers... they can still hold knowledge."

Olaurae is in Oren for some reason, and as she skips through the wide streets she notices a flier, grinning to herself she writes a bird "Dear Fray, I think I've found something fun to do! Let us talk about it later?!" she then settles upon the side of the wide street and reads through each part with a grin that continues to grow wider and wider.

Haha Funni... (no but if this is serious I'm actually gonna laugh)

Olaurae gives a sizeable shout "There can only be one! YOU HURT MICA's FAMiLY? you HURT them?" she calls out into the void, she clenches her fists "Time to bother Sarrion for that lesson, I want to make nature scream, lets see how the balance fairs after that." she states with a vengeance, "If it were possible I'd drain the whole sea and replace it with voidal water, YOU HEAR ME SEA? NEVER hurt Mica's family again." after her shouting match with herself was over, she picks up her rat toodles, who had now become very concerned, and gives him a pet, closing her eyes, "Sorry anyone who heard that, I may have let my distaste for druii wash over me a little too much." she addresses to the rest of the household, who had likely heard.

Upon coming home Urza sees this display and gives a haughty laugh, "itz fyne llir, theh won' geht fahr." she says as she plonks the bucket down, "Fitten atleazt thah itz fizh fer dinnah." she says as she guts each fish and cleans them. Upon seeing that Siruonn's mouth was still open she promptly used a none-fishy hand to close it, "Calm dowhn llir, ahv zeen ztoopidah."

Aymon Liawenys sighs all his way to Urguan. He takes out his raven figurine, looking it over and thinks for a few moments. He puts the figurine away and chuckles, "Much luck they'll have, suppose it doesn't hurt to watch."

Aymon Liawenys snorts into his cup, "I'm sorry Dorimnur, not this one." he says in a half chuckle, not sure how his boss could actually be serious, he continues to write in his book as he eats his dinner. Aymon Liawenys gets up and walks to his room, taking out his favorite quill, a pickaxe and his walking boots "Time to pay a friend a visit." Urza stares at the bit of paper in utter confusion, "Ztoopid zkaherz, ah wondah wub Lulabelle thynkz." she says as she humanely kills a fish, "They zayin' they gon'ah troiy tah 'Urt thah Ocean? Azpectz nub... 'ow ztrange." places three fish into a bucket, walking home to make a nice dinner.

Urza would sit at the kitchen table surrounded by ferrets, hearing this telepathic message she has one comment, "Thah ferretz whill be zafe mi haelun. Ahll zee you zomedeh ihn thah forezt" her face as steely as ever, the young orc would be all the more filled with passion and drive. Having already cried all her tears she balls her fists, glancing down at the wood and thinking hard.

Sweet! plus one updoot.

Aymon Liawenys reads through the writings of Maenor with a small appreciative smile over some breakfast and tea, residing peacefully in Haenseti Ruska, looking out of the window to the sound of children playing and many books piled in front of the 'thill, he would continue to write his books with a content expression not even stopping to contemplate the goings on in the fallen city of Haelun'or.

Aymon Liawenys would read through the document so passionately written by his esteemed colleague and sigh slightly, "A great resource to be certain, I had been born in the Republic's infancy, only to face the scourge of the inferi as a mere child. While it is excellent to be able to read its history-" the 'thill takes a short pause letting out a wistful sigh once more "I can ne help but feel sorrow, I was alive to witness its downfall - and knowing of nothing else... It saddens me to see the mali'thill populace regress." he closes his statements, probably surrounded by those who would had worked on the eternal building, "Haelun'or is where the students of Larihei reside."

Olaurae steels herself, beginning to put pen to paper, she draws on her life experiences to come up with, hopefully her next masterpiece. She stays in her room in Haense scribbling away for days, to much concern of her housemates.

righttt

Thanks llir, sounds cool.

Aymon Liawenys reads the biography with intrigue "Diplomat and scribe." he muses from the astronomy tower, quill to his lips. "Fascinating."

Urza looks about the clinic, sighing heavily as she reads the missive "Zkah, thah Laetraniz zkaher juz' ztartehd ah war." she mumbles, "Ah need tah foind Nemea, zhe iz ihn pehril... ZKAH!" she exclaims once more, growing increasingly worried for her loved ones as she lifts her bag to her shoulder to find Nemea.

Hey! December 2020 new player here. These numbers are bewildering. I have been ridiculously active since I started, especially in my first week. I think this has something to do with the process and I did actually have a CT monk help me find Haelun'or and such. Though I believe I would have found my own way about as I was pretty excited about the server based on what I had seen on the wiki and such. I think that generally new players are accepted by the community fairly openly and the pink name tags help. Though it could be an issue of cliques there is a lot of OOC things to retain such as every single race and their various communities. I can see how this would be confusing and even overwhelming for a new player. Attempting to introduce people to a community they would likely click with would help I believe! The tutorial island does a good job, though that is very overwhelming as it gives you information out of context... information the new player likely worries they wont get another chance to retain. Also... LOTC is quite intense at times, you can find yourself sinking many hours into it perhaps these players were just worried about their spare time taking a hit? I don't know I personally jived with the server straight away and don't see myself going inactive. Perhaps if OOC things get intense (school or something) however such circumstances aren't permanent. Sorry for my unplanned rambles at 3:05am but they are my uneducated uninformed opinions and I hope they help bring some perspective on the issue?

Aymon Liawenys frowns at the Newspaper, wondering how it found its way to the streets of Haense "Propaganda at its finest, it even twists Mrs Sullas' words..." pauses grimacing and turns to his house mate "Maenor, I have fuel for the fire." He says as he tosses the misinformation into the flames. @thiccpazuzu

Aymon Liawenys would smile slightly at the two and take a cup of his own "Ti. I am just glad we are safe." he says whilst casually sipping some himself.

[!] Heavy hearted Aymon would pin his own small note that reads: To whomever it may concern: It pains me to say but I shall be following my colleague's because after all 'Haelun'or is where the students of Larihei reside.' this has motivated me to follow my fellow lliran to other lands. I say this with a heavy heart: Any of you who have grown fond of me, I apologize and hope to see you on the other side of this momentous change. I will forever be grateful for what this city has given me and I wish it nothing but progress and success. However I can ne stand by and allow oppressive forces, one must be allowed to ask hard questions it is how society and the mind progress. lliran van'ayla. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya.

Aymon Liawenys: blinks in quick succession at the missive and squints at the picture on the missive with a furrowed brow. "That is rather on the nose, ne?" he comments to no one in particular before dragging his bag of books to the desk to continue his writings. Leaving the crumpled missive lying on the kitchen table. @VillainousVivs @thiccpazuzu

((OOC Information)) What is your Discord?: bubbles#5614 What is your Minecraft Profile Name?: bigpurplebubblez What is the ideal time for you to partake?(Please use GMT as well as EST for convenience ;_;): GMT+1, EST+6 ((Only IC past this point.)) What is your name?: Aymon Liawenys How old are you?: 27 What is your race?: Mali'ahreal Are you aware of the rules of the College and that not conforming with them will attract consequences?: Ti. What class/classes do you wish to enroll in, of the options? (x) Standard High Elven Studies (Culture, History and Language) (x) Natural Philosophy (x) Thaumaturgy () Common Studies () Health Why is it you wish to enroll in this class/ these classes?: I find Natural Philosophy truly fascinating, I want to be able to understand the word and how it functions and be able to make hypotheses and test them, this is what brings me the most satisfaction. I also wish to learn more about my own culture in order to be politically enlightened so as to make informed decisions. I also want to honor my own traditions and culture, I feel grateful to have the resources of San'evarir and to be surrounded by like minded people. My pursuit of maehr’sae hiylun’ehya motivates my interest in Thaumaturgy, and the void fascinates me. Please describe yourself in a few sentences, to the best of your abilities: A curious, dedicated, analytical, mali'thill with an overarching drive to learn and improve. Anything else you wish to add?: Ahern ito Nae'leh for this wonderful opportunity. Ay'haelun'or, ay'maehr'sae [!] Signing with his neatly kept quill, Aymon Liawenys proceeds to gracefully fold the application form, a nervous smile forming across his face. Finally he had the chance to truly blossom into the mali'aheral he wants to become.

[!] The mali'thill Aymon Liawenys would read the missive with unbridled excitement, smile and set the paper back down.