Irene

Reserved

A letter that got lost in the mail would be personally hand-delivered to one Cardinal Enrique Pinieda, along with an apology for it arriving so late.

A Glint of light flickered from reflective eyes from shrubbery, where a particular meeker Adunian crouched lowly as she watched certain passersby lumber past her hiding spot. Her lungs burned from the cold air as snowflakes fell, her nose dry and red from prolonged exposure to the cold air. Little Daisy dug her fingers into the earth once she knew the coast was clear, flexing her freezing fingertips into the soft dirt to ground herself in the moment. Sure, traveling alone was perhaps a death sentence to some, but, how could she not? It was all she knew for years, and if she could not survive traveling alone, how In the hell could she survive this? Survive... That word was all too familiar. One of the first words she learned in the common tongue, along with 'hello, goodbye, yes, and no... Survive' A word. A way of life and nature. Though, the little girl stood slowly, armor gently causing little pings of noise with the brambles detaching from it, akin to freezing rain hitting metal roofing. plink.. plink... plink. Breath escaped her lips, rolling upward in curling smog due to the icy air. Hands wiped away the dirt and snow upon her tabard... Thoughts of home, though now not of one place but rather in the people who make up such a feeling and existence. Something she never knew she would acquire in the future... let alone multiple ones. And so, she would fight for them, tooth and nail, claw and fang. Bleeding for not just the survival of herself but for all that she now came to love and behold in her life, in her youth. Perhaps she was not intentionally made to be this way, mayhaps in another life she'd be sipping tea in frilly dresses and giggling about the daily gossip or squabblings. However, here she was, Little Daisy, ready to mold herself anew in preparation for the fight to come.

wowzers yippie woohoo

druids up

A certain flame-haired Princess quietly gazed upon the missive, a hollow look within those silver eyes. She remembered the execution of Felix, and it would haunt her the rest of her days... Silent tears for a potential friend that was lost to evil.

A certain flame haired Numenedain lass carefully took hold of the missive, carrying it as if it was made of finely delicate material. After a certain conversation the previous saint night, the missive filled her with HOPE and LIFE... For the Aengul was truly Just! Even with the sadden truth of cursed children, why should their life be damned just like their afterlife? For the Nightflower placed this missive in a secure, clean place, and moved to pray before she slumbered.

BUDDY THEY MEAN IRL.

I feel like it would be falling under the category: OOC TOXICITY , Or pugsying on an OOC level

Princess Lôminzil, recognizing the growing uncertainty and discord spreading across the land of Aevos, has seen the struggles of those who have lost their way and are unsure how to move forward. In response, she extends an invitation to embrace a timeless code of conduct—a guide to help you navigate the challenges ahead and find your true path. These laws are not just rules, but seek to serve as a beacon of light in dark times, offering wisdom and strength to those who choose to uphold them. 1. Never Judge a Book by Its Cover: Give everyone a chance to show who they really are before making judgments based on appearance or first impressions. 2. Keep Your Promises: Like heroes in stories, honor your word and commitments. Trust is built on reliability. 3. Help Others in Need: Acts of kindness, big or small, can have a significant impact. Offer a helping hand whenever you can. 4. Be Careful What You Wish For: Think through your desires and decisions, as they may have unexpected consequences. 5. Kindness is Always a Good Choice: Even when others are unkind, choose to respond with kindness. It shows strength and compassion. 6. Believe in the Magic of Possibility: Be open-minded and believe that extraordinary things can happen. Stay optimistic and hopeful. 7. Face Your Fears with Courage: Don’t avoid challenges or fears. Confronting them can lead to growth and discovery. 8. True Beauty Lies Within: Value others for their character, kindness, and integrity rather than their outward appearance. 9. Stay True to Who You Are: Be authentic and embrace your uniqueness. Don’t change who you are to fit in or be liked. 10. Actions Speak Louder Than Words: Let your actions reflect your true intentions. Be reliable and show your care through what you do. 11. Respect All Living Beings: Whether it’s people, animals, or nature, show respect and care for all forms of life. MINUS DARKSPAWN AND EVIL. 12. Challenges are Opportunities to Grow: See obstacles as chances to learn and improve. Don’t be discouraged by setbacks. 13. Use Secrets and Knowledge Wisely: Be careful with the information you have. Don’t use secrets to manipulate or hurt others. 14. True Love and Friendship Cannot Be Forced: Real connections happen naturally. Don’t try to force relationships or feelings. 15. Laughter is a Powerful Tool: Use humor to lighten situations, bring joy, and strengthen your bond with friends. 16. Speak the Truth, But with Compassion: Be honest, but consider others’ feelings. Truth and kindness should go hand in hand. 17. Forgive and Let Go of Grudges: Holding onto anger only hurts you. Practice forgiveness and move forward 18. Cherish and Protect Your Friendships: Like valuable treasures, friendships should be nurtured, respected, and protected. 19. Celebrate Each Other's Successes: Be genuinely happy for your friends when they achieve something. Support and uplift each other. 20. Keep the Wonder Alive: Stay curious, dream big, and don’t lose your sense of wonder, no matter how old you get. And Remember: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝕷𝖔𝖒𝖎 HER ROYAL WHIMSINESS, Lôminzil Aranuiriel of the Royal House Arthalionath, Princess of Númenost, Leader of THE LEGEND CARVERS, The Nightflower

Addional note: In character, for those upon the battlefield may have seen a white haired adunian woman in a white dress tending to the dead from both sides. All will be equal in death and given their rites and burnt.

(Permission given from @Reckless Banzai Screamer to find the body) The mentioned white haired princess... She was the one to have found the body alongside her father, Uther. As stated... Tonito was pulled to a grave previously dug, though given one far from the others with some lilies ground about it. The one closest to Numendil. Tears rolled down Briar's cheeks as she look upon the eccentric cardinal whom she had grown up with... This... This is exactly what she meant... The resentment toward the war and unto aevos has been solidified. A match dropped into the dug hole, to burn the body of Antonius Cardinal Artorus. The sound of cries rippling through the forest, ugly and harrowing.

This is creative writing, do not metagame Grief. The sister of Tar-Caraneth -the queen of Numendil-, princess of Numendil, stood quietly upon the balcony overlooking the mess hall within the Numenost keep. Not too long ago, she saw all nations united. Trapped in Savoy until the ending, the fleeing of Almaris. Time and time again, she pushed against Aevos war, seeing so many slaughtered to the Mori, to heartlessness, to their own hand, to hell high, and more. A feat within itself to have: to have a common enemy outside of pre-established nations and bloodlines, especially for humankind. Though Aevos... Aevos has proven to be a blight within itself, spreading thin the populous while the nations' grip at the reigns of power rugged terrain of alien soil, all while trying to call it home? There was no holy conquest, no divine right, in this war of spite and hearsay. Have they forgotten the undead legions which linger in the shadows, the poltergeists lapping away at descendants merriment and energy, the monsters which linger in the woods preying on a descendant's seeking refuge? She bet the liches of the land sat back with a cup of tea, to have amusement and death without lifting a boney finger. It was then she understood her birth mother's memoir. A woman of acre, who sacrificed her own livelihood to save others, fighting against those creatures of the planes and flitting between reality and oblivion. In her hand sits a paper, stained with tea. She reads her letter aloud to only the air itself. ~"The very ground beneath us breathes malevolence and the air reeks of the bitterness that has fueled the violent dance of despair. This continent births not life but the twisted progeny of malice, leaving my heart heavy with the weight of a world seemingly beyond redemption. There's no rest for the wicked, but neither is there for the weary. I am sorry my sister, for I do not support this war as its gone far enough, but if you must, I understand. " ~ It was left upon the throne, for Caraneth to read, a morsel of chocolate holding it down. And so, Princess Briar-Rethril Arthalion went to the forest and dug unmarked Graves with shovel and bare hands, all varying in size... Elf... Dwarf... Human... Orc... Halfling... For all those who are to be lost. Holes to place the bodies and burn them within. Briar supported no side. And so, she tended to the dead alone.

A certain Numendil princess was a bit surprised nobody noted THE ANATHEMA's photo underneath. It seemed that Gaspard was certainly built different. A low whistle blown out. Though, she showed her sister, Tar-Caraneth, the missive to keep her updated on the state of affairs for: World War Aevos. (edit: i added a picture)

The Tar's sister, Briar Arthalion, decidedly would seek to push the boundaries of these naming conventions. She already had many of these, but in protest due to the lack of hats, she will be now used by ALL Aliases and entire name... [ Briar Rethril Arossie Alice M. Pendraic Arthalion, Briar the Bold, The Red Princess, The Summer Rain, The Red hood, The Sun, Radiance of Numenost, Smile of Numendil, Breath of Barrowton...] a considerable amount of space left after to additions to be made by others.. This is promptly fowarded to her sister @AstriaS, in the most ridiculous, and theatrical letter with glitter sealed in.

Have to agree. +1

A very upset and annoyed Princess began pulling out multiple parts of her candyshop. Utterly disheartened about another hurdle thrown at her... she dealt with a few bumps in the road before but this... Maybe this was the end of her candy shop unless something was clarified or fixed. edit: After complaints, Briar is satisfied of the addition to the ban so she can sell chocolate

This is gorgeous writing 🥰

The Princess blinked at this... she will be continuing to use her left hand.

A sick princess.. the pink numendil lass... Briar Pendraic... Nay... Briar Arthalion. Her hands shook with the missive of her friends passing. Another one... another one gone. Someone she promised tea with.. it.. Why.. WHY? A sob escaped her, causing her breath to hitch before the series of coughing fits came out.. Briar held the missive to her chest and fell asleep crying.