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24 minutes ago, Reckless Banzai Screamer said:
When no familiar faces were in sight, the priest committed to his clerical work, dragging his new companion around and ducking low onto the ground and igniting the deceased in glorious fire in the Owynist Last Rites fashion so that no death wizards would raise them again - regardless of the fallen’s affiliations. It was fortunate for the old priest that a white haired Adunian princess had dug holes prior to dump the bodies in for cremation. Fires burned across the battlefield casting all within it in a smoky haze but still the priest continued his work amidst the roaring, ceaseless cannon fire.
It’s unclear who did the padre in for he wandered off alone in a daze but an arrow had burrowed itself straight into the solar plexus of the priest, ceasing his breath and dowsing his inner flame. He could only hope there would be someone there to burn his body in turn now.
((The following has been released publicly IRP))
Antonius Cardinal Artorus
Paco Antonius Temesch de las Palmas
Priest of the Canon and the Owynist Rite
1862 - 1953(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.
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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.
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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)
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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.
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Have to agree. +1
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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
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This is gorgeous writing 🥰
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The Princess blinked at this... she will be continuing to use her left hand.
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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.
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MC Name:
Ireneic
Character's Name:
Briar Pendraic
Character's Age:
21
Character's Race:
Adunian
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Housemagery
Teacher's MC Name:
AstriaS
Teacher's RP Name:
Alara
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
no
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
yes!
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?
yes
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Within those lands, that blonde headed lass smiled... Not the sun's smile, nay.. But that of flames.
Princess Briar loved her people and her lands... But this? This was pay back... Folk believed perhaps Barrowton would be turned into a central traveling hub for the Mori as it slowly sunk and sunk and sunk... Not this day or anyday. Flames to cleanse the earth, to cleanse that vile scarring of memory and land from the putrid Mori'quissir..
Her hand tossed that bottle into the scholarium walls... And fire erupted Infront of her visage, spreading across and all around her within the matter of seconds.
Good times were coming... By the Adunians' own accord, not any one elses.
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"C'Mon Battle Buddy!"
Those words echoes in the Princess's ears within the barrowlands...
Her core felt hollow in this moment...
She found an unexpected kindred spirit in Anatoliy and considered him a friend even if they were minor encounters.
Though, the promise rung in her ears as her hands fumbled for the whiskey bottle.. A shot poured. Though not for her.. It was placed next to a candle along with other trinkets...
To those who had fallen from the Mori.
She sat across from the shot, drinking a glass of wine as she fulfilled the promise of having a drink with Anatoliy.
Briar added another name unto her list as tears dotted the paper
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MC Name:
Ireneic
Character's Name:
Briar Pendraic
Character's Age:
17
Character's Race:
Adunian
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Bardmancy [A+M+S+W]
Teacher's MC Name:
Bardmancer
Teacher's RP Name:
Kini Yuln'aher
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
nope
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
yep
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?
yep
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The barrowlandic princess: Briar Pendraic raised her brow upon this missive... It seemed the Red Princess was to pay a visit to haense to give even more information, or perhaps merely share something they already knew...
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Emilie of Acre, the previous Acrean Inquisitor, rolled in her grave [Urn] as yet another foe stalked in the trees once more...
GOD be with those to fight it as she couldn't...
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Dunno if you are still up for this but:
Briar Pendraic
(Barrowton princess always set on adventure and being the author of her own story. Weaponized disney princess/little red riding hood. gremlin.. Always wants to make people smile: chaotic good)
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45 minutes ago, Shorsand said:
Something foul in caverns below
Something horrid brewing under ancient dirt and rock and stone
Blackened schemes and
Conniving plots
About tendril and tendon, leg and eye and vengeance thrust
Among this din of slick onyx and crimson eye;
laughter.
Meanwhile:
The Red Princess of Barrowton has a gaggle of flint pygmy lizardsand she is lighting tiny spiders on fire.
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12 minutes ago, Orlesian said:
"Briar's relative was harmed in such a way? I must check on her! How could such a bastard do such? Briar must be devastated at how her own blood and flesh was dishonored in such a way."
The Tiber expressed before planning a trip to the Barrowlands to console her friend in these hard times. The young teen packing as many treats and fruits for her friend's pet raccoon. Looking towards the night sky while making a sigh; unable to comprehend how a man would cause so much anguish for so many people.
The Red Princess would have another meaning if she gave into intrusive thoughts..
But! Little Briar would be quite well as her and BONGUS [raccoon] set up some new areas for her new friends who moved to Barrowton and those who were to visit! Perhaps a cook out / feast / teaparty was in order?
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Just now, annanicole__ said:
Princess Andromeda sends out a personal invite to the Kingdom of Barrowlands!
A cackling was heard across Almaris, as the runt of a girl knew the invitations was perhaps just late! She pulled all the dresses from her chests, closet, wardrobe, and so on... Trying them on before her menagerie of pets to see which one they reacted best to.
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A runt of a princess squinted at this notice, frowning at how the Kingdom of Barrowlands didn't have an invite. She proceeded to have an argument with an animated wolf doll adorning granny clothing, on whether or not she should just show up just because. The outcome of the debate shall be: TBD.
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A note would be attached to a missive, hopefully where the original poster would find:
'Are you wanting to be friends?! Send me a bird!' ( a smiley face was drawn )
{|~-Princess Briar Alice M. Pendriac of Barrowtown, The Summer Rain, Child of the Seelie, Briar the Valiant, The Pure Hearted....~|}"[The previous was scratched out as she deemed it a bit TOO silly for public... Plus adults didn't understand humor. Instead, it was merely signed....]
- Briar
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Another Pendriac would add onto a few missives in cursive taught to her via Orelia: 'acquire 'pets' for Princess Briar'
Little Briar did this so no Barrowton knight knew what she added onto a few missives....
Perhaps this would backfire as no Knight would be able to read this...
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Beyond the grave, a raven-haired woman gently smiled upon hearing this retelling. Emilie who finally saw once more, the woman able to rest in death... She learned of this from a tiny golden ball of chaos and curiosity, her daughter; Briar.
"I got to meet him Mama! The stories Aunti told me! I got to meet Baerte!"
She chirped to a small urn at her bedside.
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Elegy in Reflections
in Kingdom of Númendil
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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.