TheBigBubbles

Farewell!

One 'aheral sits comfortable in his cabin in Urguan, the man kicks up his feet as he reads the missive with a big grin. That man then tosses the missive aside, replacing it with a good book and a cup of cocoa for Krugsmas. He did not speak aloud as he was alone. The house was completely silent, just as he liked it. Urza Hawksong smiles at the missive, pocketing it as she looks to her newly reunited daughter. She then begins her way to the Docks, where she opens the door to her room in the Hawksong Manor, the woman takes a seat on the bed, sighing softly, "Amaezil moight be dizagreeable at tymez, buht 'e maykez fer ah ayla leadah. Ah juz' 'ope thoze whoite zkaher'z lizten" The woman then roots through her bag, frowning down at the thought of a certain mali'thill girl and how she might have fared in this game of life.

IK you'll do great dude.

I don't think it could be said any better than this. It's heart-wrenching to hear what happened to you. I also experienced something similar elsewhere, and I can only say nothing really stops the feelings from boiling up again. To be able to be so eloquent when emotional is a skill I'm not sure I possess. Thank you for this well-written statement, I hope people listen.

Fair point, and not all of the players would necessarily know the allegations against the guy. Srry, I'm getting heated, I'm going to step away, have a good night.

Sorry, but relevant to roleplay stops when someone is grooming people oocly. **** that noise.

As someone who has had first hand experience on the receiving end of some of this stuff as a kid. I and most any rational person will not ******* tolerate this kind of behavior. You are right, we as a community need to step up. Someone on staff literally has some minecraft server permissions and a shiny tag, that's it. Lets do this. edit: I literally discourage any of my friends who are minors from joining this server, that says something. I must also mention that I often feel pretty powerless when I hear about these situations. Which... I think might be a shared sentiment.

A certain Urza Hawksong ensures that she is wearing a few more layers of warmth. The Orcess begins to maliciously skin one of the dire-wolves she slew. She could almost feel the warmth being snuffed out as she worked, as if it was seeping away from simply being near the snow storm. A few sutures later and she had fashioned herself a coat befitting a woman of her stature. Of course, it was a little rough around the edges, Urza was not used to sewing clothing. The woman peers out of her window at the intense climate before her, the woman begins to preemptively shiver "Whoiy did ah evah chooze tah live ihn thiz zkah'ole agaiyn?" with that comment behind her she retreats into the furthermost room of the house, she has unpacking to do.

Hesperia von Drakenhof had found the flyer on one of her visits to Haense "Krugmas?" She questions aloud with a creased brow. The woman flips the flier every which way to try and decipher it, "Hmpf, I did lose my violin, and my piano. Though... Why on god's green earth did they use Krug for this?"

Fab! Looks like fun, nice build as well.

right!

Lets Gooooooooooo!!!!! 🎤🖋️🖌️

Hesperia von Drakenhof scans the missive with curious intent, she stops short on reading Lex's name. She takes in a sharp breath of air. Though, no tears come. "So this is what has become of mine childhood friends. Some of us are helpless in the tides of fate." She then crumples the missive up, burning it under candle-light. She gets up from her dressing table, poking through clothing of old. She seems unsatisfied with all of her options, then moving to her bedside table for a needle and thread "I must check up on that elven boy... The one who called me Crow."

lesssgooooo! +1

What was Amalric to Hesperia? What was he really? She had used many names for the boy, seen him with many faces. Though... what was he? Hesperia would tell you he was a friend. Hesperia had told people he was a servant. When Hesperia peered into his deep brown eyes, she felt no warmth, no spark... She felt a pull, she felt a hungry emptiness. What would she tell herself? "I should have known... I should have known." Should she? She was a mere child when she met Morgan, a child that had never seen a good example of kindness. A child who had be raised to behave in a way she couldn't emotionally comprehend. From the moment she showed Morgan her darkest behaviours, there was no escaping her, she had latched on like a barnacle. Morgan was what she thought she needed, someone so mouldable that her father would have no choice but to accept their friendship. I think, somewhere inside her Hesperia thought she was doing good by plucking a child of her same age from the **** and the dirt and making her into something, but you cannot make a person. You cannot mould someone into your image. This would be the start of a horribly long abusive friendship, and yet... Somehow Hesperia did not realise what it was until much later. A girl so intelligent lacked one thing at her young age, emotional intelligence. Amalric, Morgan, Sanctity, these people, this person, they were the last remnants of her father's influence, an influence that had brought nothing but pain into her life. Though, this festering wound is not one she could bear to cut out. Instead she tried to appease it, please him. Somewhere she hoped that she could fix him. She would only make him sicker. Perhaps not willingly, but the wound had to he purged else the sickness would spread. Amalric died a festering wound... never to enact change in the word. Never to prove himself quite the character that he was. Hesperia von Drakenhof would never be the same, and she would never make the same mistake again. It was a childhood mistake that haunted her into the cusp of adulthood, one that she would forever blame herself for whether she was truly at fault or if it was the work of some sadistic force beyond her control. He would be remembered for her whole life, but not as what he was, no, instead he would be remembered as a sum of his worst parts, a patchwork of obsessions and cruelty. He died a wound and he lived on as a scar.

**** it, If I apply for both LT and ET? I want to help either way, but, I admit my passion is in running events.

Aymon Liawenys notes the mention of Refugees of the collapse of the republic, "Seems valah have longer memories than I gave them credit for... I was a mere boy." he laments from his comfortable cabin in the mountains, "Alas, we find our own ways."

Another certain S'indri looks at her beautiful 'aheral wife with a grin, blowing the ashes away from the two "Mm, my love, you paint such wonderful pictures." she comments, nose in her sketchbook, "It is no wonder I fell for you my dear." she says with a chuckle, pushing her sketchbook away to pull them both into an embrace. Aymon Liawenys vibes in pacifist, not even reading the missive simply using the paper for his latest experiment, ripping it up and placing it in the bottom of the terrarium "You ******* flies better not die this time" he threatens, running his hands through his messy hair, an air of complete and utter erratic madness within the man.

Hesperia von Drakenhof clasps the sides of the document, her eyes widening slightly at its contents, seemingly surprised but there would not be a mournful tinge to her reaction. Instead, she rises from her piano, making her way upstairs to prepare a 'heartfelt' speech. The girl taps at her quill, seemingly lost in thought as she gazes through her window at the oppressive sights beyond. The girl then trains her gaze back to the page murmuring something under her breath "To fresh starts." she comments lowly. At the funeral a speech would indeed follow: The Drakenhof slowly makes her way up to the podium, tapping the prepared speech on to the surface “Tsune, what can there be said about Tsune? When I sit down to ponder this woman, thousands of words spring to mind, but somehow, it is almost like everything and nothing. To even think on her death, it hurts, it is overwhelming. She oft spoke of her stomach troubles, to think the signs were there but I missed them. I oft blame myself, how could I let mine mentor, mine caregiver slip into the cold grasp of death with a cause so treatable? To me, Tsune was like a Mother, a pillar of the community, someone to strive to become more like. She will never be forgotten and shalt live on in mine memory, and the memories of every soul she hast touched, a truly remarkable woman, filled with endless compassion. I can only offer mine condolences to everyone gathered here today, I weep along with you, and for our collective loss on this day, the world may never be quite the same without her light to shine in the coldest of nights. That was all, thank you.” Hesperia collects her papers, stiffling a sob as she turns away from the casket, leaving to take her seat once more.

Bye. <3 Take care. Gl with school etc.