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Amelia Eleanora Amelia Leslie Amelia Hughes Dame Amelia Amelia 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯 “Half elf half elf, you’re a stinking half elf!” the children in the village little Amelia grew up in chanted. Mother a highlander, father a snow elf. An extremely rare child. She was unwanted by those around her, even her mother. They had not expected to conceive a child, nor for her father to die while trying to provide food in the bitter winter. “Thief, someone catch her!” the butcher yelled. A teenager now- skinny and dirty. 𝒮𝓁𝒶𝓅 “All you do is cause me more trouble!” Her mother screamed after the girl presented the stolen food. They were poor, hungry. Why didn't mother appreciate my efforts? “You seem lost, do you need a place to stay?” the young John d’Arkent asked. Thirty-five, that was her age when Amelia first entered Providence. “I’ll teach you how to make mina” Doctor Pruvia was so kind, so helpful. “Are you here alone? So am I” the kilted highlander asked at her first ball. They danced that night, and soon they wed. But not before she had to cut her ears to hide her origins. That was what he asked of her. Everything seemed perfect- for awhile “Why won't you let me help you, you stubborn fool!” she yelled at her injured husband, Mata Leslie. “I don't want your help, woman!” came the reply. Lonely, that's all she felt when she was with him. “I want to divorce that bastard,” she confided to her best friend Primrose. It was not hard getting the pontiff's approval. “I want you in the Fourth Brigade, Amelia” the invite came unexpectedly from Captain Othoman. Of course, she accepted. Fight, Toil, Reprimand, Repeat. For years, Lieutenant Amelia Eleanora dedicated her life to the ISA. And yet, the loneliness never left. “I like you, Amelia,” Her second closest friend confessed. Damien, oh my dear Damien. “I want to marry you, but i'm afraid the church will catch on to your elf blood- Your eyes” With every love, there was loss. First her ears, now her eyes. She sought an alchemist, someone who could create a potion to change her lavender color eyes to a normal blue. It worked, but it only made her feel more lonely. Lonely lonely lonely “Primrose, I'm pregnant!” Joy, pure joy. A boy and a girl, Andre’ and Yvonne. A farmstead outside the city, small, peaceful. Happiness 𝓌𝒶𝓇 At what cost? What was gained? “My son is dead,” Primrose cried out. Taken in the war, her best friend's child and Amelia’s Godson. “DAMN IT ALL” A cough that started in the night. Damien, the only man who treated her right. Taken by illness. Children grown up and off on their own adventures. But at least she had Primrose, and finally Peace in the land But only for one year “A murderer roams the farmlands, you are to stop them” the orders were clear. A band of soldiers set out. Richard Harver, Dame Amelia, Lucius Wick, Valentina Ruthern. Seasoned veterans mixed with young soldiers. Capable. “Captain?” The murderer, the butcher. No one had expected it to be Captain Vladrick Ruthern. Her friend, Ally- Her Captain. Insanity takes its hold like a viper around prey. Insanity caused her comrades to die that night, and for the dame to lose her right arm. “With this, I announce my formal retirement from the ISA. Oren Aut Mortem” Nothing to live for. Nothing to fight for. She thought of taking her own life, but Primrose would be sad. My Prim. ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 Life has a funny way of playing with your mind. This was supposed to be the end of her career, but still, she was a knight for the empire. Primrose for the Kingdom, Amelia for the empire. It was laughable, for such an unbreakable friendship to be divided by petty kinslaying. The Dagger, that was what she was known as. And that's what she held when she sat in the gatehouse with Primrose. A spy for the resistance. She was to overtake the guard and open the gates for the emperor's return. Fate decided Primrose was the guard that night. The pommel raised, the blade at her back. What was she doing? This was Prim for GOD'S sake. 𝔒𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔄𝔲𝔱 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔪 The Empire fell, and with it Amelia fell into an endless hole of regret, disdain, and betrayal. Driven to insanity All she had was her rusted helmet, her horse, the prosthetic arm of Richard Harver, and her long wilted wedding bouquet from decades ago. Loss had taken her mind, battle had taken her eye and arm. Face scarred by ungodly creatures. Broken A bird brought a letter. Scorched words telling of a fire within Vienna. Primrose burned to ashes with it. All she could do was laugh “The 𝕾𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖘 got to her, they got her. My Prim, my beautiful lovely sister” Incomprehensible Next came news of her son Andre’s passing. "𝕾𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖘 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖘 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖘 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖘, 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖘, 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉” Gone was her mind, her soul. A fragment of its original self. Still she wandered on her aimless mission, her tormented mind made up. Her stead took the lead, clopping down dirt paths across the land. No destination in sight. Krugmar, Balian, Ruins of Yong Ping, Haense. A military operation was to take place. Curiosity led the decrepit dame to follow. A ferocious battle, a daemonic beast. “Come at me you massive SQUID” Memories “Damie-?” 匚~尺~卂~匚~Ҝ A person such as Amelia was never meant for a graceful death. Perhaps this was what she had wanted all along To be taken swiftly in battle.

Princess Persephone wondered how such a pressing matter arose just minutes after she was announced the new Legate. Perhaps this was the best chance to prove herself, she thought. She silently thanked the grand prince for the heads up.

Persephone spoke with members of the royal chambers on this escalating matter. Viscountess Catherine of Anatis was still inconsulable after her daughter was stolen married earlier that day. An old dame Amelia was wondering where she was in the middle of nowhere. She had a new friend, a fly she named todd whom she had successfully tied a thin string to as a leash.

Rosemary returned to the place she had been speaking with her father-in-law, having departed to send off a letter. She did not find him there, assuming that the aged man had returned to his quarters to rest. The next morning, the servants of the house went to awake the sleeping Count and Countess-consort. As they entered, the servants raised the alarm. Rosemary rushed to the room, still in her nightgown. She lot out shaking sobs only until her daughter came, at which time she composed herself, putting on a strong face for the new Countess. A servant delivered the news to Princess Persephone as she conversed with her dear friend Vladimir. She was near inconsolable at the loss of the man who was a grandpater to her.

"And to think, this was all done because of a silly boy with an overblown ego" the cynical Catherine Marie stated to her son, Vladrick. "Some may say the demands were overkill, but they forget that acre also broke a pact, which must be accounted for. They are being made an example of, and if thats seen as over the top? well so be it. Don't come knocking with blades and not expect the hounds of war. "

"A shame, the commands of a child leader have caused this. This is why Regents are a thing" Catherine Marie muttered as the notice was delivered. "His mother left the city without him as well when she was released!" she turned to Vladrick "I would rather die than abandon you in enemy territory, my son". @ChirpySquire

A Proclamation On the Matter of Richard Maximillian Hill The Viscounty of Anatis has been made aware of the continued existence of Richard Maximillian Hill, a criminal sentenced to execution who is now on the run. It has also been made apparent that this man has restyled himself Novellen after being disowned and disinherited to the bastard title ‘Hill’ by the Viscountess of Anatis, Catherine Marie Huntshill. Richard Maximillian Hill is a known criminal of the royal nation of Balian charged and found guilty of the act of sedition against the crown. The Viscounty asks that he be taken into custody and returned to Balian on sighting of this wanted criminal. Those who bring this criminal back shall receive a reward. Known aliases of this being may be, and are not limited to: = Richard Maximillian Novellen = Richard Maximillian Huntshill = Richard Maximillian Huntshill-Novellen (Novellen-Huntshill) The last known appearance of this being was in Petra. It is blonde haired, versed in medicine, and has light gray/blue eyes. It is of note that Richard Maximillian had a twin, though there are marked differences in appearance. His twin has longer hair, facial hair and is not to be harmed. Criminals have no place in titling themselves Novellen nor Huntshill AD GLORIAM DEI, The Right Honorable, Catherine Marie Huntshill, Viscountess of Anatis

"Andre, Yvonne! Come inside quick before the pie goes cold!" A woman called from the small farmhouse set outside New Providence. She swatted away several flies milling about the fresh blueberry pie. The twin children came eagerly when called, and soon after her husband, Damien joined them. Memories from long ago, from when times were better. The scene drenched in blood and Amelia awoke with a start. She went to bring her right hand to her cheeks to wipe away tears, though nothing happened. Slowly the memories faded from the old Dames mind, and she looked around. Her prosthetic right arm was set aside the hay cot. A mirror nearby showed a woman of scarred flesh, and deadened eyes. "Andre.... Yvonne" she choked the words out. It had been decades since she had seen her babies. Decades she had spent forgetting, slowly falling into despair. Amelia Eleanora Amelia Leslie Amelia Hughes Dame Amelia But now just Amelia. One of lost memories and damaged mind. She wept but did not know why.

Her Highness Princess Persephone of Balian begins to train relentlessly with the Company of Balian. Viscountess Catherine Marie Huntshill made no comment, but had a slight smirk to her cheeks as she read the ultimatum. Ex-Dame Amelia screamed about squids somewhere.....

The youngest princess of Balian watched her sister toil about their childhood home with a look of sadness. "I wish you didn't have to go, but I understand why you must" she looked around, before picking up her blue ladybug plushie "Here, take this with you. You can hug it whenever you miss home"

IGN: SapphirepoolCategory: Visual ArtArtwork: A depiction I made awhile ago of one of my characters, Rosemary Gendik, Grieving the loss of her older brother after he died in combat. Her brother is trying to comfort her as he always did in life before passing to the seven sky's.

While having a guide on how to do things isn't a bad idea, I think that different cultures should have the ability to set different standards. Many houses have separate traditions on courtship. I think it would be beneficial if the learning of such is done IRP by the parental figure. While some families have a male head, more and more female heads are coming into power. Overall its not a bad idea, just needs a more thorough plan of action for when it comes to difference in cultures. edit- also its customary to ask the head of the house whom you will be marrying into, or at least in my experience. Aka the mother or father (Depending who leads the house) of the groom if its the typical marriage, or if its matrilineal, it will be the same for the wife's family.

Well, I didn’t know about the situation at all apart from reading this post. However, I’ve never seen a post with over 100 upvotes in such a short span of time. I think that if over 100 people in the playerbase deem a ban of 2 players to be unjust, a serious look into the ban is warranted. On a weekend, typically the number of players is just about 200 online the server. Going on these upvotes (in a very black and white line of thought), that is just over 50% of the active online playerbase on a weekend who disagree or have found issue with the ban of 2 players. make of that what you will, just an outsider making an observation. I love how Mick is one of the few who sees something they disagree with, and instead of assume nothing will change if they speak up, he makes a non-aggressive breakdown of his reasons for opposing a situation. Thank you for being a voice to this community, Mick!

“Just as well- I would rather not meet any familiar faces on the field of battle” Lady Rosemary spoke to her daughter, Lady Johanne as she relayed the news. “At least this time around they won’t attack innocent children” @tadabug2000

Catherine Marie Novellen signed the Loraine as she read the decree. She had just finished reading the Orenian kings proclamation of the war. “It’s difficult to believe that our once empire was a pillar of the Canonist community. Oh, how Oren has fallen to Iblees’ sway.” She remarked to her uncle, Grand Duke John I. Elsewhere, likely stumbling around the lands of Almaris in disorientation, a disfigured and aging ex-dame sniffed the air. “I smell ‘em, them slippery squids. They be slip slip slipping around the north, they be slip slip slipping around the west, and they be slip slip slipping around the minds. I knew it, I knew they would come for me. They grow, they populate. I must find them. Find them I must, them slippery squids” Amelia spoke in a rasping tone, her right arm coming loose from its attachment and falling. She stared at the wooden prosthetic momentarily before simply lying down beside it, hugging it into her remaining arm and falling asleep in a field for the night.

Reads comment looks at who posted it ”yup that makes sense” just the train of thought I had no hate 😅

Good on you Matt for speaking up when you felt unheard. Too many of us don’t do that and are left with questions unanswered. The whole civil war really did put a great rift in what was a large and active community. Unfortunately it has also caused sour feelings on both sides. I can honestly say that the waters are finally settled and the tempers have begun to cool. Balian is doing balian things, oren is doing oren things. personally, I chose to stick to irp choices when choosing the fate of my personas. I really wanted to stick with Oren at one point but was torn between friends and the nation I had so desperately clung to for social interaction. But in the end I did what my personas would do, two going to balian and one toeing the line. I left the Oren discord after the rift because I just didn’t feel comfortable, nothing specific to comment on about that but just an overall discomfort. But I still held hopes to go and possibly RP with old friends in Oren on the nomad persona. I visited for the first time after the paste out of curiosity, and documented my thoughts on the paste in the balian discords chat, since I knew several people there had wanted to go check out the paste but were too scared of their personas being attacked. Generally, my viewpoint on the build itself was negative, I did not and still do not like it, though that’s once more just my opinion. Well, as I was tabbed out for a period of time, one of orens leadership came over to my persona and started criting me with a sword (I think sword and not punching, health went down very quick but again I was tabbed out for most of it) until I tabbed in and frantically typed to stop. They made comment to me eluding to knowing I was making comments about the build, that they see it all, etc etc. ok, so you see me commenting. That’s fine. I tab out again and tab back in when I hear blocks placed. The leadership person had placed a sign in front of me saying “balian refugee” but broke it quickly after I tabbed in. They hovered around for a bit, and whilst I hadn’t intended to cause any issue, others were urging me to make a modreq on the person. Peer pressure, I did make a simple modreq just hoping that would get them to leave me alone. Funny enough, as the invisible mod came around, he placed yet another sign and before I could read it, he broke it and the mod punched him off the bridge we were on. now, this is stupid trolling and meming, I’m not dense and I have a sense of humor, but I told them to stop and I did not like it. That should be enough. If it was any random player then I wouldn’t care at all. But the thing that put me off from going back to oren even on other personas was that this person was high leadership. anyone can say I’m being over sensitive, anyone can say I can’t take a joke. It doesn’t negate my perspective or opinion. Tbh I have nothing against lionhz, I in fact respect how he made an expose video on a certain ToS player. The mass majority of Oren’s community I have no issues with. But I think that with all nations, there’s a certain level of protectiveness when it comes to ooc mentality, and that can end up driving people away from the community. Well I’m not re-reading this to proofread, sorry if it’s dis jumbled. That you again Matt for bringing this discussion to the table!

Baroness Catherine Marie lay in her bed, recuperating from the numerous injuries she incurred and which had been meticulously treated by the young lady Johanne Vuiller. Despite the woman’s discomfort, she had a soft smile on her lips. “I’m glad the books are safe” she murmured. only a confused maid could hear, glancing over to the baroness but deciding it best not question the woman.

There are no sapphires in the pool of sapphires. It’s sad really Uhhh all I can really say about Norland is that It woulda been really funny if we actually were able to cut down that ashwood tree. Unfortunately lord said no. Other than that, uhhh I know nothing of norland

That is a difficult one. Probably when they tried to fake out rev and primrose with the breakup announcement 1. the number of low blow kicks is spectacular 2. oof difficult one there. Probably when we faked amelia as pregnant and fooled primrose. OR the lucifer chicken arc 3. Heavy hitter there. The OOC drama, hands down. Wont elaborate though lol I feel like I have better answers but cant think of them 1. Running around yelling "I AM A PIG" in the square of old providence as discipline by @grnappa 2. Either killing someone with a flagpole through their heart, or watching Richard Harver roll down a hill burning up with flame while eating a potato. 3. All of us sitting around the table as children with an orc, and Jack refusing to be a normal child and thus sitting on the table itself. Just cause :) Really hard to decide. Probably a random chef event I came upon where a bunch of kids cooked stuff. The kicker was it was human meat, but that was never revealed to us since everyone ended up being kids. I got my most prized possession from that: ST signed lunarite spatula. I wish there were more non-combat events like that happening.

Isn't that character dead now xD

Seems I have been playing this server for a full year now. It's funny to think it's only been 1 year since it feels longer. So many people have come into my life from this community, and it's been able to bring me out of a mental block because of that. A lot of people may know me, and a lot more do not. I'll do a quick introduction here. Hello! I'm SapphirePool, but most call me Saph or Sapphire, and I am 23 years old. Feel free to ask me anything, whether it be LOTC or personal life. I won't disclose anything to dox myself, but otherwise, I am an open book! Past that, here are some of my favorite quotes and screenshots from the past year! Quotes: Screenshots: Even more Screenshots that make me laugh: Lastly for media, here's a video I put together of the funny VC moments out of context: https://medal.tv/clips/dY5xkpSpWJXgX/vpjgS7d0Y?invite=cr-MSx5dnEsNTY3MDU4NzYs