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Discord: tayto#0961 IGN: TotallyTayto Skin/s and bid/s (Label clearly with the skin name, and list separately if multiple): Lannister (50 mina) Conversion: No

Syllana Brylynn had come out of her home after her slumber, going to the library immediately. What a great day to go and sort some books... She went down the lift, rubbing her eyes. This tiredness still consuming her. She opened the door to the vault, seeing an unfamiliar face staring at her. "Nope." She slammed the door shut, turning around and going right back to her house.

[!] The following would be sent to the two Viradiraar in question. As my kin and lliran, you two are always welcome to reside within the walls of Elvenesse with promise of protection. I may ne have much say or power within the Woodland Realm, but it is the least we can do to protect those who may become ones in harm's way. Signed, Her Ladyship, Head Steward of Elvenesse, Maehr'evar of Elvenesse

The disowned Viradiraar looked at the missive, her eyes rolling as she read over the words. She turned to her husband, letting out a faint snicker. "Look Av'ahern. Their Okarir'mali is incompetent. Knowing my lari'maronn, she would ne do such things." She said before handing the missive over to him. "And a purity trial!?" She snorted from the amount of laughter. "They haven't had one of those since 12 S.A. Maybe the ways of the Silver City is changing. But I am glad we are ne with it."

Discord: tayto#0961 skin: Crimson Red Warrior Btw your skins are so darn beautiful, ugh I want them all

The Elvenessi Councillor would look over the missive, a giggle escaping her lips. "Ah, the Rustlers finally decided asking for outlandish things wasn't going to work?"

“I-… I just came to say goodbye, Briar. I'll be back within a day or so most likely.” Syllana sat in the priesthood grove, her eyes going to Amaesil as he spoke. Amaesil would then go to Syllana and grin wide. “See you soon. Galan will hate being Lord Commander.” He gives her forehead a quick kiss. “He already hates it..” She mumbled under her breath, a small giggle escaping her lips. And that was the last she saw. The last words he had spoken to her before the fight. He had left, not even saying Van'ayla to the lliran he had left inside Elvenesse. Syllana countinued to weave her wreath, her lips curling into a frown. The thoughts of Amaesil probably not coming back haunted the poor woman. After all the loss... all the grief... Another cannot be lost. After starting over, is she just to lose everything again? . . . What if he made it? What if he did? After resting, trying to clear her thoughts she headed into the main square. What if he made it? She turned right and there he was. Injured, but alive. He's safe...

When are we getting married?

Exactly what I think is trying to be said. From my personal opinion, not everything but like any subrace of an elf or humans can become azdrazi so it would be more focused on the draconic aspect whereas this is more focused on druidism and aspectism where, I believe that would take over in their concepts and behavours.

Syllana was literally in the gatehouse the whole time B)

Syllana Brylynn smiled from her home as she read over the missive. "Another day we are safe." The whole time she has been hiding inside the gate house, safe from the Rustlers, though they were close.

"About damn time," The 'aheral started as she sat in her llir's druii garden with her two children. "We are free from the Orrar times, oem'ii. We can finally go back home." Syllana smiled as she told her children that. Nothing made her happier than the thought of returning to the city of Silver.

Syllana Brylynn reads over this missive, an anger growing in her eyes. "ULLRAN!" She screamed, seeing words of her dearest cousin getting hurt and glorified. "What is wrong with those damned valah? They hurt my cousin and laugh. LAUGH?" Her fists clenched, anger only in her thoughts now. "Why did Haelun'or even think of allying with these people?"

Syllana Brylynn looked over the post. "Ah, All Elves Either Robbed or Killed." She smirked, a chuckle escaping her lips. "They didn't even touch me. Saw me. Did ne ask me for my things or grabbed me. I got away, safe. Eramay got away, safe." She shook her head. "They LIE in this."

Discord: tayto#0961 IGN: TotallyTayto Skin/s and bid/s: PeachLova Pirate 75

Medical roleplay is fun for me as a doctor because you are actually learning how to describe things better within your emotes. Having the medical roleplay gives players the ability to become better descriptors and with basic medicine, how to care for people. Some people oocly know nothing about medicine and roleplaying it would actually teach them. If it weren’t for the LOTC medical roleplay I’ve done, I never would’ve learned how to treat a concussion before ETMS come.

The former Head Physician looks at the poster, a smile on her face. “She’s already doing much better than I ever did.” Syllana stated before turning her attention back to her newborn son.

Discord: tayto#0961 IGN: TotallyTayto Bid(s): 120 Item(s) bid on: Finished Bust by Blue

Discord: tayto#0961 IGN: TotallyTayto Bid(s): 200 Item(s) bid on: Chibi by Blue

Discord: tayto#0961 IGN: TotallyTayto Bid(s): 120 Item(s) bid on: Chibi by Blue

Syllana Lyun'akal looks over this, her brows furrowing, anger filling her thoughts. She followed this anger with a huff. She then turned to her fiance, a concerned look on her face. "All that I have done to make you mali'thill... is erased by this." She stated. "You must simply be mali'aheral for now. What I have built, our Sohaer has ruined for us. This is no longer acceptable in my eyes." @VoidandNull

A P E R F E C T U N I O N Painting: “The Wedding Register,” Edmund Blair Leighton, 1920 The Wedding of Galan Brylynn & Syllana Lyun’akal Two Mali’aheral are to be united under Larihei’s guidance soon. During the late hours, they wed. Come wish the to be weds luck and prosperity by joining us during the Grand Harvest 20 S.A at the Allanan Archway in Eastfleet. Due to recent events, the wedding is to be guarded. All are welcome to attend but we do have a dress code for you to follow. - Only skin to be shown is your face, neck, and hands. - Any colour BUT blue is to be worn Though all are welcome, personal invites go out to the following: The Lyun’akal Talonnii Maruthir Basilton Kriswynn and his family The O’Connell Family Cypress Carma Briar Tali’maeon Ayliana Maehr'tehral and her family Eowyn (Wynnie) The Laraethryn Talonnii Malithor Nullivari The Estora Family Elros Silma Vihai Tali’maeon Phyr Aqhara Minerva Shiromi and her family The Crowly Family Signed, Syllana Lyuk’akal and Galan Brylynn

H E R B H U N T 19 S.A ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [!] A poster hung around Haelun'or would read With the bringing of a new clinic, we are in need of supplies! As a way to save the clinic's money, the staff has thought of holding a herb hunt As we say, Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya! Progress and Good Health, help us in keeping these words true by participating in this event. Anyone can participate! - We will be hunting for herbs in the North. - Bring your shears! (Though if you need some, feel free to ask Syllana) - Record where you got the herb To participate in this event, meet outside of the clinic in an elven week. The person to The person to gather the most herbs for the clinic will be given 50 mina [The person who wins will also be given a skin by Kiiwifruiit as well!] [OCC: April 14th 2021 at 6:00 EST] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Join the haelun’orian clinic today! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Signed, Head Physician Signed, Assistant Head Physician, Botany Specialist

Syllana Lyun'akal stood in her new office, looking out to the front of the clinic from the wonderful view. "Now this. . . is home." She said to herself. A city of grandeur like this was what she quite enjoyed. A city of silver was home to her. . .and her close friends by her side. "Cheers to a new age." The Mali'thill held up her glass, smiling to herself.