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ON THE JUST EXECUTION OF SCRISA ANARION
Apotolofo replied to Reckless Banzai Screamer's topic in The Koyo-Kuni Shugonate
Scrisa Anarion stares at the missive. Seems the consequences of my actions have finally caught up to me. . . Shame. It was fun while it lasted. -
Scrisa blinks. Very much alive.
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Nicolette Amador held the letter in her hands. She stared at the pages, confused more than anything. Death was a strange concept. Were they ever truly gone? Like Edlynne, would her mother be back to haunt her? But no. Ilaria had died on her own terms, and had a fair death. She would rest easy. How cruel. She thought. She, the last of her immediate family. Her siblings, never around- and never close to her heart. Her multiple stepfathers whom she hoped to never see again. (They were never good enough for her mother.) And now, Eddy and Ilaria- both of them dead. Nico had never felt so alive- nor so lonely. Nicolette knelt within the church, her unseeing eyes closed as she uttered a prayer. There she stayed, for many an hour.
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VOICES OF THE FAITHFUL | THE FAITHFUL'S STRIFE
Apotolofo replied to MisterBlitzkrieg's topic in Human Realms & Culture
Scrisa Anarion, Princess of Lurin squints at the page. ". . . Who the **** are these guys?" -
Curls of blue wax fall to the ground, revealing the beautiful lavender core beneath that cerulean mask. Dried cornflowers circled the base, reminiscent of a flower crown. Gentle hands lift the candle, slowly bringing it into the room next door. Delicately it descends upon an alter, right beside a silver candle with blue tulips carved into the sides. A murmured chant hushed through the room, an elfess brushing her finger unto each wick individually. Hera steps back, pale blue eyes gazing sadly upon the room filled with lanterns and lights- each representing a life. Woe was she, to have been born an elf but raised as human. "There you are, Laurelie." She says quietly. "You can rest beside Johanne." She sighs, sitting down in the center of the room. Silently, the tears fall into her lap- the scene far too familiar. I'll see you all someday. I promise.
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Scrisa squints at the missive. "Who?"
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Hera gasped, surging up from where she slept. A hand rested over her heaving chest, heart beat wild and erratic. A door wrapped in chains. . . "Oh, ****. Not again."
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"he needs some milk" has a whole other meaning now. . . (i'm sorry itdontmatta I'll stop now)
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If its a slur irl, it shouldn't be used irply. Simple as.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM SO EXCITED I'm SO pumped some of my items made it in! Hopefully? idk but- YEAAAAAH
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A veiled human opened her eyes, her head tilted slightly. "Purity. . . What an interesting concept." On the other side of the continent, a farseer stared into the flames. She grimaced at the feeling of water, blinking away the vision. ". . . Huh." Hera stood, ambling off to find her sister of water.
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Scrisa Anarion looked over her father's shoulder, scoffing at the missive. "They f*cking kidnapped me... And almost killed Freya. The shameless victim blaming is just. . ." She shakes her head, snapping her fingers at the now-ashes of the missive, thanks to Morgana. A gust of air scattered the ashes across the Lubba's desk. "They let me live, so you'd think they'd just own it. That much I would respect."
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Scrisa gets a headache from all the V names. . .
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An Oyashiman woman spits out her tea. "SELLING PEOPLE?!" She shrieks, not expecting this news in her morning gossip! "This is the same Frostbeards that take me away to marry one of them!" She shudders, throwing the missive down in disgust and horror. "If those guards hadn't been around. . . would they have auctioned me off as a bride?" With this newfound thought, Henna hurries to those guards with her concerns...
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Valid point, but I still believe that it keeps the significance and consequence of the CA. You can't ever return to what you were. But you can be transformed into another thing, not that it would be easy. The "easy way out" would probably be epiphyte, but there's pros and cons to that CA.
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Original Lore: Amendment: OOC Purpose: Characters change, you know? Maybe after a while they realize they don't want to be a vampire anymore! Maybe a player doesn't like being a corc, but don't want to shelve or pk their character. And since Siliti has been hard shelved, at the current moment once you're past the stage of not being able to be cured, that's it. However long you play your character, they will forever be a corcitura. I think having this amendment would allow for a second chance both ICly and OOCly. I also think it could provide good narrative for characters who wish to pursue certain magics or paths, but can't because they are a corc. Kind of puts a hard stop on that storyline/character development. I'm not sure if all transformative CAs were included in the original redline, but either way it would be nice to clear it up a bit more.
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A certain Oyashiman Woman finds this commentary to be quite hilarious. "Oh, wonderful! The people who wanted to kidnap me and marry me off were killed. . . that's very nice. Maybe I should visit Norland." Henna chimes, reading the article like one would a gossip column, wrapped up in a bathrobe with cucumbers on her face.
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There in the afterlife, when Kosher's eyes opened. . . A tiny blur of bright red and orange rocketed towards him! The splash of color leaping at Kosher- the halfling that was Aech embracing him in a tight hug. A wide grin beamed from the little one's face, the chaos and playfulness that once filled them in their youth had returned in death. "Aces and spades, Kosher! Took you long enough!" Aech Amberace snickers. "C'mon, Brian's waiting for you" Taking the other's hand, she began to tug him away to another familiar face. . .
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Aside from Mika, who has been your favorite character to play? Also, what characters do you enjoy roleplaying with the most?
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yooo this is sick
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Nicolette Amador sighed out a soft hum. "Nata. . ." she murmurs. "We fought. Sometimes we didn't but usually. . ." She shakes her head, signing the lorraine o'er her chest. "Ea loved vy." She says simply, uttering out a prayer for her soul. "Ea will take care of Dona. Don't vy worry. . ."
