TheBigBubbles

That elf would sniffle in the privacy of his own home over some tea. The disheveled 'thill would riffle through his drawers, organizing papers on to the table, each and every plan for each and every thing he had ever forged, he stares down at them, and then at the resignation, Aymon sighs slightly, and with a smile he turns to the door, placing the teacup down.

Turning twenty in three months... >_>

Urza reads over the missive nought but a sigh. Growing tired of the endless conflict between the two nations. Unspeaking she crumples the missive, placing it in her bag, she picks up her two twins carrying them at her hips as she strolls through the forests. It seems the fee orc was enjoying some peace from people, nations and normal life. The woman then sits atop a tree closing her eyes as she silently mourns for her lost son.

Urza Hawksong was greeted by the campfire by her beautiful baby girl and an unknown human, in her confusion she is told to sit. That she does, and to her horror, halfway through introductions is presented with the arm of her son, still covered in all of his rings. She wanted to scream, she wanted to take whoever had hurt him and tear him limb from limb. She stifles her horror instead, moving to comfort her child who had thought she might disown her, nothing in her mind but the safety of her children, one of which seemed to have taken a liking to shamanism. The thoughts that would race through her head would be of blame... but not of the orcs in Krugmar. Of herself. Was there anything she could have done? She could never be the perfect parent, atleast, she thought she had failed.

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Guess I'm a centrist.

Urza Hawksong begins knitting, not only for herself but each of her children. Which were certainly growing in numbers. She smiles out across the sea, finally happy and content.

Well done for addressing this with maturity and thoughtfulness.

Aymon plucks one of the letters off of the street in his travels to Haelun'or, his face twists to one of disgust, "To think the 'thill have stooped this far and that someone closer to my age than that of the dear beloved leader has more sense. Aymon then begins one of his ramblings that should really belong more to a book than the poor bastards who happen to be in his vicinity, "War is the very definition of folly, to participate is to become a pawn in the power games of self-appointed, self righteous, and unworthy leaders. Even if one is to respect the decisions and the character of said leaders one must remember that they act not in the interest of the individual, but the state." he continues "It is a terrible disservice to the individual to pit them against another with no true cause. Though of course, a battle fought by only the leaders of states would be implausible, so instead we are left reeling, left with the scars of war for no real reason. Only a cause that directly puts 'thill at risk should be fought for, or have you all forgotten the promise of the Sillumiran? For beings that live so long, we have such a tendancy ne to learn." He then goes on to say "There is a reason I did ne sign my name at the end of that grudge, despite also being a citizen of Hefrumm, I do prey that some 'thill may come to the same conclusions as I, or I fear for the future of us as a species."

Aymon Liawenys purses his lips over morning coffee, he winces at the bitter taste but had decided to give it a go, "Cracking up to be an eventful week..." his shut-in self sighs, flicking through a book, "I should get out more."

Olaurae combs through her aqua locks, looking into her silver mirror as she perches on her bed. She then lays down and stares up at the ceiling. She then begins to repeat the lines aloud at the ceiling, then pausing, she gets up. She turns her head to the wall that held Freya's portrait, she digs through her bag for her script, repeating the lines once more but aloud to the portrait. She then snickers, kicking the bag to the side and opening the door, calling out to her love "Fray! Can you help me with this... I want you to pretend to be Siegmund." Olaurae then smiles at the sight of her whispering a small "You better be there when I get on stage Maiylun."

chi chi chi

+1

Olaurae looks over the flier with concern, "Sarah?" she questions, shaking her head softly, "Now that I think about it..."

Me too actually! I'd be down to set up events for newbies!

My first thought was "Great, another thing to make this MMORPG adjacent, brilliant" but now having fully read the post, I have little worry about that. Thanks for this, when I was a new player I got helped to Haelun'or by a monk, we sat there for a few moments, and barely anyone was there, they had to use their privileges as a CT to find an active player to come over and open that gate. So having a pinging system sounds pretty good. My initial fear was that this would somehow take away from real player interaction, but, no, this plugin seems like a great plan. I will certainly be making an effort to greet any new players it informs me of.

IGN: bigpurplebubblez Character name: Urza Which game(s) are you signing up for: Precision, balance

Olaurae comes up behind Freya as she reads this, peering over her shoulder and taking her by the waist, she whispers in her ear, "There's still hope maiylun, come let's negotiate these totems." Though her words seemed calm, there would be a glint of anger in her eyes as she watches her love. Olaurae bites down on her lip, scowling and silently contemplating the actions of the rouge mages. As Olaurae comes to a conclusion she would turn away and say, "No one interrupts my plans."