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"Mea darling..." The familiar feminine voice breathed as darkness fell upon the Vernhart father, his heart drawing to the final beat it would give. "You only deserved light." A delicate, deinty hand extended like a beam of like for Iulius, guiding him home. The imagery and voice seemed like it was right next to the man in his last moments, perhaps simply just an illusion of the mind. "Welcome home, Iulius." ~*~*~ A brunette girl found her father, for she was the only one left near the man in his last days to see him and know how his health had fallen. Juliana dressed in black and veiled her head in mourning for the only parent she had left. The girl was always so shy and quiet, afraid to speak up for herself or for others... but the only one she would talk to was her dear father, even if it was just one phrase. Now she would never speak again.

Laurelai Holly scanned over the bulletin carefully while holding her flickering torch up to read the text. "I could be of use as a medic" She said with a sweet smiled before looking back at Norli and her mentor at her side whom conversed well.

The heavens shone a little brighter and the world became a littler darker. Matviy Kortrevich looked to the snow that began to fall over Jerovitz, pausing to let a flake fall into his gloved palm. "Spathiba, Aedymamej..." He whispered, "Because of eam, mea heart am a little more kinder. In a taunting forest, vy were a friendly beacon." Somehow that day he knew it was the last time he would see her. They always did feel their best just before death.

A late missive was found. One missed from being taken down. After all, it had taken quite some time to get to the outermost shores of Almaris, floating on the wind to the destination of a particular woman. Adorned in pure white, she lifted her head to the wind that fluttered the snow white fabric draped over her greying locks. Behind her mask, a smile grew. A yellow sunflower wax stamp kept the envelope sealed until it's recipient opened it to read it's contents. That very same missive would be returned to Cain Thelin with a new letter attached. The handwriting was fluent and efficient, each word legible and distinguished... until the end. The lines became shorter and the style shifted. Something was there, it seems, and the recipient would need to look closer. Dearest Cain Thelin, I am overjoyed to see another who appreciates the true art of alchemy and the Material Alphabet. I have been an alchemist for just a little more than 40 years, and the art is one that continues to enrapture my mind and interests. Additionally, I have known the human art for quite some time now. What an honor, to serve descendant kind. Veterans and Victims of attacks come to me in their time of need... but that is all I know. It was all I was taught, and I seek the beauty of knowledge and alchemical craftsmanship. Help is what you need, my good Cain. Everyone seeks a teacher, but I cannot simply be one myself. Let me learn from you; I will make you proud. Overwhelmed you are, I'm sure, but I am grateful to you. See you soon. You have everything you need to contact me.

The Lord Matviy Artem Rahoul Kortrevich added his name to a roster to audition!

What is your name, hero-to-be? Teresa Romano What is your age? 19 What is your race? Human (Illatian!) Where do you reside? Nowhere. Anywhere. What powers do you have to fight against this great evil? I make good pasta for road. Chef needed? What is the meaning of a free-spirit, in short words? Service to yourself with no constraints.

Laurelai Komnenos entered the clinic that day, snow piled on her holly-crowned head only to find a note that the clinic would be once again empty. "Damn... This place is in trouble"

A woman smiled down upon her grandson. She hadn't really gotten to meet him, but she watched him in hope. Teresa Romano definitely had a glass of red wine and enjoyed whatever banquet was served at the after-party.

In Case You Don’t Live Forever Madeline d’Azor-Vuiller and Iulius Vernhart before they were wed. 415. E.S / 1862 A woman’s sobs mixed with a child’s cry came from the Hospital of St. Amyas. Within her arms, Madeline Vernhart held her newborn children Erik and Juliana, but that is when the pain began. Juliana cried out loud, but her brother did not. Eight long months had passed and she was blessed with two children, but her darling Erik couldn’t be saved… just like the boy she helped delivered years ago. The scent of warm chocolate chips wafted through the home as a pattern of knocks rapped at the door. While her mother stepped away, the little Madeline shoved a handful of the chocolate into her mouth. Diana d’Azor returned with a guest, the blonde chewed the chocolate goo before she was asked to speak. “Meet Rev Vuiller, dear.” Weaker, she grew and soon enough Madeline found it to be a struggle to go up stairs. She did everything she knew she could to treat herself. Coltsfoot, cough syrup, grobsnopper, atheros tea, bitter reed, the list could go on and on… but nothing healed the woman completely. She knew it was pneumonia. Madeline treated it time and time again for her patients, so why couldn’t she treat this one? Thud. She had made eye contact with him ever so briefly as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, but his feet slipped and there he was. A brown-haired blue-eyed man fell head first right into the cement. The woman quickly got to work tending to his wounds. Finally, the Vernhart mother reached the top of the steps of Balian only to find the world go black. She fell to her knees and her body wracked with each violent cough. Blood stained the handkerchief held to her lips. Johanna’s eyes widened as she watched her mother slip into this state - the child ran into the city, crying for help. It was the last time Madeline would see her mother and father…. But was it worth the procedure to lengthen her life? Perhaps. It never did cure it. Madeline’s cheeks turned red as she brought the book in front of her face, her eyes peeking out from over the edge. Those sheepish yet sweet eyes watched him nervously. “Only if it’s not too much trouble. I don’t even know if this is still done today, but I thought if I shall be a Haenseni woman, I’d like this.” Her voice was soft in her timidness. “I won’t ask for a gift ever again, Iulius. I promise.” Bruises. Shades of black, blue, and purple layered her pale skin where needles had been stuck into her side. She was always sore. Movement, coughing, laying down. Just to breathe brought her pain. No amount of blissfoil would soothe her. Candlelight illuminated the faces of the couple that stood at the church’s altar. A priest held his hand over the man and woman dressed in their common clothes. Her cheeks hurt from smiling, but Madeline couldn’t help it. “I do” She promised, and so did he. In the dead of night, they were wed. Their only witness was the Koenas Emma and God. “Yam going to die, Clara.” Madeline rasped as she held onto her daughter’s hand with her own. Hands trembled, clammy and cold to the touch. The youth had left her eyes as she looked to her only child that looked like her. “Yam afraid, Clara… Ea will niet see vy get married. What about Felyx Colborn? Vy two were so close.” Her childhood home. Old Vuillermoz and its vineyard, but both were long gone and dead now. The gazebo that overlooked the river where Rivia had been built across the way remained despite the war that had both destroyed her home and brought her to her husband. Iulius moved his hand to the back of Madeline’s head, making sure that she was pulled into his chest. His cheek rested on the top of her skull, shushing softly as her tears began to soak his shirt. They were close to the end. There was this feeling, and while they were both ready to keep loving each other, the tension of death seemed to loom over them. They were both tired, both sick, both older. But Iulius still gripped onto her, not letting her leave him. Madeline held onto tight to her husband, she couldn’t leave him. “We, we’ve only got so much time I’m pretty sure it would kill me If you didn’t know the pieces of me are pieces of you” “In case you don’t live forever, let me tell you now I love you more than you’ll ever wrap your head around In case you don’t live forever, let me tell you the truth I’m everything that I am because of you” Madeline cracked a smile to her husband, bringing his hand to her lips to place a gentle kiss onto the aged skin. Afterwards, she looked up at him and laid her head back on the pillow. The sound that filled the house for years remained ever-present. A weighted, heavy breathing, but now there was a wet, crackling sound with every breath she took. “It am time…. Isn’t it?...” He said, his eyes moving from the fireplace to his wife. There was a silence from Madeline, words beyond words spoken. Her hands, cold to touch and blue at her fingertips, held the tightest they could onto his hands. Those brown eyes that had been so full of life had grown glossy and dull. And yet, they looked upon Iulius with adoring love. Cracked lips parted, her Orenian accent taking the place of the New Marian one she had adopted years ago. “I’ve waited a long time for this… but you are what keeps me here.” “Vy have waited so diligently…” He watched her closely. “But Ea do niet want to keep vy here any longer, mea love…” Iulius said weakly, the first tear streaming down his face. Madeline’s eyes never left her husband’s as she swallowed the lump in her throat. “There is a little bit of me in each of our children, Iuli. Love them as you have loved me… even when they frustrate you. I am with them… and when they are with you, I am with you.” Years of age and illness had destroyed Madeline’s body, but she gathered her strength and pulled herself up to hug her husband tight. Her own tears spilled, soaking his shoulder as a choked sob came from the woman. “Ea love vy.” “I love you.” The aged man replied, pulling his wife close to him. He buried his head into her shoulder as his tears flowed freely, but he held her as her body shook. For a woman who didn’t cry much, she was like a child in his arms. With each sob, her body shook... but she allowed herself to hurt. She coughed violently into a handkerchief. It was stained with blood and a frothy foam. Puffy red eyes looked at her husband as she laid back in the indent in the couch that housed her body for a decade. “Come here, Iulius, love.” Iulius leaned over his wife and wrapped her into his arms. She was trembling, shivering as her weak body only felt cold. He recalled all the nights the Vernharts struggled to keep their mother Vernhart warm. Madeline sighed soft as his warmth was shared with her. The blonde, whose hair had begun to streak with silvery greys, smiled lovingly to her husband as she continued. “I couldn’t… have asked for a better husband.” Her hands gently touched Iulius’ cheek, a thumb wiping away some of his tears that trailed down his cheek. Her breathing crackled louder. She struggled to breathe, but she persevered. “Spasiba… for giving me a life I loved.” Madeline’s lips twinged into a weak smile as she wiped at her own tears, but never breaking their gaze. “Ea will always love vy.” He whispered, giving her a kiss upon her lips. He sat up, never breaking his gaze away from his wife. The Eagle of silver and grey gently guided its flight through the windowsill, perching upon the table where her head bowed. It almost felt as if Tulipan was weeping for her master. After all, she had watched and protected the d’Azor-Vuiller-Vernhart her entire life. Finally, the bird perched on the back of the couch, just beside where Madeline rested. Licking her dry lips, Madeline smiled to her faithful companion and looked to her husband, squeezing his hand weakly. Her eyes began to gloss over and she grew weaker by the hour. Finally, she whispered, “May I rest?” “Rest, my love” With a light nod, the blonde let out a shaky breath, three quiet words trickled from her lips. Her eyes would droop until she slept. That sound, one that shook the soul, continued for hours and grew louder until it sounded like a choked snore. Soon after Madeline’s death’s rattle fell silent. No longer did she breathe. Forever she was free of the very thing that brought her pain. The oldest Vernhart would watch as life was dulled from his wife’s eyes and her aged smile left her face. The love of his life. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling down his face as his head dipped. He choked out sobs. Coughing, his body shook and quivered. There were only 3 three letters written, lined perfectly on the table and prepared long before Madeline’s death. They would be send out upon her passing. Diana, Rev, and Ledicourt Vuiller Johanne and Juliana Vernhart Adrian Colborn

The sea outside her home was calm today. The salty breeze stirred her hair that stuck out from under the white veil draped over her head. A figure in white stood looking over into the distance, where nothingness could be found in the distance. The Gendik-Komnenos family had lost so much in the recent years. She may have been away but sometimes she did wish she was really dead. Her poor daughter would go to the Seven Skies thinking she would meet her step-mother there only to realize the truth. The White Aengul wept.

A woman clothed in white wandered the grounds of Helious in the night. She paused at the notice board, reading over the new missive posted. “Oh my darling…” The mother of Aldrych smiled, a hand resting fondly over her heart. “I’m so happy for you.” The White Angel continued along her usual path to circle the midnight woods.

Congrats Rilath and Congrats to Matta who will be spared of more grey hairs. 🙏thank you to you both for all you do for our community

“Why can’t we all work together to rid of the Azdrazi… Weaponizing and accusing their enemy just for excuses.” An Orenian woman veiled in red muttered hushed in the night. “A good High Pontiff… one with sense, and… compassion, perhaps.”

The Orenian Surgeon-General hummed the warsong as she prepared the clinic for the war.

"May she rest in peace..." Primrose sighed softly upon hearing of the young elf's fate.

Madeline Vernhart-Vuiller agrees to just take the camel

Madeline Vernhart-Vuiller read the missive, her brows furrowing at paper’s message. She had to read it over and over again. The woman coughed into the handkerchief in her other hand, shaking her head at the missive once again. “He is grown, but still acts like worse than a child.” The woman laid back on the couch across from the fire, resting her blonde head on the pillow by the armrest. “No longer will I let my heartstrings be pulled by such an ill-tempered boy. I did what I could, but he must learn on his own as I did.”

As someone who is currently rping out the OOC consent of geistreach, let me tell you how freakin' hard it is to find a paladin who can purge you. I've spent my entire week trying to find someone. It's great rp, let me tell you that, but it's so difficult to find a holy mage, find one that can perform whatever purging spell, and find one that is active to heal you following solely roleplay information and networking. At least having something to help with geistreach and possession would be great. Almaris healthcare sucks LMAO

LETS GO GAYBIES!!!!!

Very hyped for the new letter types. If there's a physical bird flying though, that's gonna suck for lag. Can't wait for my bird summons for a medic to be shot down though. I do adore the fact that there's a time depending on how close a person is. Very poggers, thank you techteam. You're doing amazin'

Got maidens? Favorite rp moment on one current personas and your earliest personas.

It brings be great pride that I am your forum signature Hieran do be looking fine too 👀

PRIMROSE GENDIK SNIFFS TOES Favorite ISA moment? Favorite CRP moment? Favorite Cooper moment?

Liberation A painting of Cailin in her early 20s. The Trials. It was all Cailin thought and sought. Dirt road traveled by foot or hoof, it mattered not where she went. She was in pursuit of freedom. Freedom from her childhood of homelessness. Freedom from the tug-of-war between families. Freedom from the War of Haelun'or and Fenn Freedom of the lies she had told. Lies to her family. To her friends. To her brothers. To her boyfriend. Cailin was fortunate and unfortunate. She had family, but they certainly didn't like one another. She was a Ni'Leya by blood, but a Valwynn by adoption. A child who had spent her youth alone sought the affection of her loved ones. Pulled from one side to the other, Cailin was a pawn. Cailin didn't know her mother or father, but she loved her adoptive Mother, Ayliana Valwynn. She taught her manners. She taught her basic elvish. She gave her a glimpse of joy in the darkness. Cailin didn't know her mother or father, but she loved her Uncle, Braxus Ni'Leya. He taught her what it was to be a proud mali'thill. He taught her to not eat too much sugar. He gave her a roof to sleep under. It was Ivarielle who inspired her. Who piqued her interest. That was when the lies began. That was when she moved From the island of warmth to the snowy mountains. Cailin never had brothers or sisters, but she loved her adopted brothers. Connak and Miryaris. Connie taught her how to play. He taught her to appreciate the cold of the snow. He gave her something to laugh about. Mirya taught her not to jump off of roofs. He taught her how to make a snowman. He shared his warmth when she was frostbitten. A snowball to the head. A forget-me-not pressed to preservation. They didn't have money, but they had love. But unfortunately that doesn't pay the taxes. Nor does it win a war. Cailin, defeated, returned home. The war was over. Haelun'or was independent and Celia'nor was formed. She was barely 20 when she met her Uncle again. But even then, the lies grew bigger. Cailin was no longer a child soldier. Taking interest in the Lectors, she travelled to Du Loc. She seeked solace, not salvation... But maybe what she really needed was therapy. The Path of Owyn. Day One: Pilgrimage. Day Two: Sitting in front of the Eternal Flames. Day Three: Read the Scroll of Spirit written by Owyn. Day Four: Confession. Day Five: Quest to repent for sins. She didn't get to finish. She had much to confess. But she did confess. To the El'Sohaer. To her Haelun. She didn't get to finish. It was on the road to Du Loc that she fell upon trouble. Cailin found herself homeless once again. She'd always sleep on the bench across from the pyre. She never made it to her unconventional bed alive. Instead, her body was dumped there. All that was left were the letters she had written. Her final thoughts as the blood stained her pale blue robes was a man. A man with auburn hair and golden eyes that radiated like the sun. Voldar Heartstring-Vanari. Voldar taught her how to love. He taught her to not be afraid of her true self. He gave her hope. She lost her sight, but she could still see him. She lost her hearing, but she could still hear him. And she finally lost her feeling, but she could still feel him. The sight of his beauty. The sound of his sweet voice. The warmth of his supporting hand. Cailin was dead. The letters would be found and sent off to her loved ones. Perhaps it was with these letters, Cailin would achieve her full confessions and succeed in her Trial. Ayliana Valwynn Braxus Ni'Leya Lectors of Du Loc Connak Miryaris Voldar Heartstring-Vanari

Dr. Primrose Gendik smiled widely at the missive sent all over Almaris. She hung it on the wall of the Oren clinic for all present medics and prospective medics to see!