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Username: Myrtheegs Character Name: Estrid Ulfricsdóttir Affiliation: Norland Desired Rank: Vanguard, Reserves Which games will you be attending?: Planning on attending all!

Somewhere within Azura's, sounds a scream of pain. It came from a teen soon to reach adulthood... One could argue she had a horrible couple of months... She wouldnt be able to see the missive... And honestly she was starting to lose hope... Wherever she was... Or however she was doing.. Was.. well rather unknown... Though one thing was clear... Teen had not been home for a while...

Me sad now..

A small undead stared at the post.. they then turned to Urzul " So where do I fall? Surely I am a Sergeant" only for then all their dreams and hopes to be crushed as they were told they where lowest they could be. The little undead shall not forget. they will get revenge! Velia on the other hand reading the massive... Would blink.. she then held it up to someone.. " Really..? your doing this? " She questioned.. she then sighed. Continuing their conversation

MC Name: Myrthe17 Discord: Myrthe1 Image: Description of Image: Painting of the Lovly Persona Named Brick! :D for deocation. Dimensions: 2x3

The one and Only truffles awoke once more, they wonder the streets eventually finding the poster.. " ey! it ain't wrong. I AM truffles. How dare you think i'm lying" The little halfling then moved to write on one of the posters replacing the second truffles, with the word Awesome in purple and crossing Not out. so it would spell "I do not believe Truffles is just Awesome." -Truffles

** To be written..**

Ign: myrtheegs Persona: Astrid Persona id: #78957

Astrid, Estels 'favorite' would read the missive as she climbed out a tree the woman had slept in. "oh..." She had let out before she went to look for her mother.

[] To everyone who doesn't dislike the void! [] [!] A piece of paper that was spread around a few nations. A wonderful day to you strangers. I, A'lia, am looking for people who are interested in the arts of the void. Or perhaps in running a shop. Or another wild one Alchemy! Either way I am looking for people! Why? You may ask yourself? Well, it's simple. I am bored! (Like, really bored!) And I need new ideas, new students, new blood, New people! And New things to do! Are you interested in meeting me? Simply send me a bird! (or send my silly Husband Onon a letter)

A young woman would read the letter of her teacher staring at it confused, she had not spoken to anyone yet. and had missed all that has happened. She would quickly pick up a piece of paper and started to write a letter to her teacher.

Astrid a young woman who lived just outside of the city of Dunrobin would notice and hear of pets and animals stard to be taken, killed or eaten!... Woried for her own pets now that her mother wasnt there at the farm, she went full on prep mode! And put shaprend spikes of wood at the entrance of their animal pen.. In hopes to keep them safe. And readying herself to join the others in the hunt! Ign: Myrtheegs Discord: Myrthe1

A'lia would look at the misive that was held in her face by her 'Lovly' husband. as she would grab it to read it. " Maybe I should.. Anyone want a plushie of themselfs?" she grin, looking back over too Onon " How do I Aply?" she asked.

There was a moment of dead silence before úna, gently laid Raelle down on the pillow, and slowly stepped over to Rúna,to take the sleeping child over to her own room. So she didn't have to wake to the now passed away Raelle. Once Úna had tucked Rúna into her own bed, she stepped back to her and her wife's room, she was /terrified/ to be here since the room was small. But she needed to be here.. Moments passed turned to minutes, turned to hours, as Úna stared at her first love. She had become frail, and her body sick, and now, she had finally found rest. tears rolling down her cheek ever present, but not a sound left her mouth. not wanting to wake their daughter. Much much later, Úna finally dared to open the letter her late wife had left her. Scared, and sad she opened it and started reading... Soon tears formed in her eyes as she started to sob over the last message form her wife, she didn't know how she would do any of it without her. Raelle always has been Úna's rock to fall back on, a guiding hand where she missed one. And most off all a friend to spend the lonely nights with. She would wail in agony of her lost wife, now that her child wasn't close by to hear her. Though her voice cracked as it was and never would be strong enough to reach far. A'lia would stare at the letter lost in thought, a thought that never had left her sience her first friend had died... 'How could she handle seeing so manny friends die?' Turning to her husband who always seemed to know, going to quietly cry in his arms. @Jaslaw

On the 5th of Laurelie’s Piety, en el Año de Nuestro Señor 111 D.R., The Succession of House Denodado To her Sovereign and the esteemed peers of the Sovereign State of Hyspia, I Am writing this letter notify you all of my own abdication and recognition of Marcela Annika Nuria Denodado as the rightful holder of the Vizcondado de Banderas and La Baronía de Sevilla, I belief in her dreams and ideas and I am sure she shall bring House Denodado into a new age. Something I feel like I can no longer do right too. Let it be known that before GOD I cede myself from all landed titles, granting my heir, Marcela Annika Nuria Denodado, the responsibility of family patriarch. From the publication of this letter, she assumes all rights and privileges allotted to peers of our great Sovereign. I will stay out of the way to cheer and guide my daughter through this new era. One I am sure will lead to great things. Signed, Maria Sophia Denodado , Lady of Viscounty of Banderas. Marcela Annika Nuria Denodado, Viscountess of Banderas

A Young girl had watched the whole fight happen, a hand raised over her mouth watching with horror.. But not a tear to spare. Her little heart was already making up ways to protect itselfs, from more hurt by the cruel world she lived in.

~-⊰On the 8th of The first seed year 185 of the second age.⊱-~ On a day like most others, Algea had just handed off one of the three gifts she had prepared for her ‘future’ friends. Or well they were her friends, or well more than that. She saw them as family. She was only too scared to call them so. Scared of being judged, laughed or yelled at. So instead she chose to do something good. To make and buy some gifts to cheer everyone up a little. She had finished getting and making them, She only needed to go hand them out now… Algae, Ren, Renae or Elvira, wasn't always this way. She used to go by just one name, before she became Fearful of those things, fearful of even speaking.. No She used to be loud, yelling at whoever she was not agreeing with, yelling trying to be heard. Till one day a woman wandered into her life. One who changed her life, for better or for worse. A woman who became like a mother to her. Like a new family after the one she just had lost. Forced into becoming a vampire her world was turned upside down once again. The bad the good, for better or worse, hurt or laughing it changed her. She started to find basic conversations to be terrifying and worrying. Fearful she once again made people mad, fearful she once again had to lie, or hide. There was a long time where she truly wished to be cured hoping that would have made everything better. But time and time again she found people unlike her, people who were not plagued by this curse she bore to be more scary, more brutal, more heartless. She was starting to accept the few people in her life who did not mind. Yet she always remained fearful they too would stab her in the back. Or worse leave her all alone again. Early in the day she had just given her first gift to a friend. It was a dress Algea had spent her time learning to make. Gladly they accepted the gift, and both went on with their day. Little did Algea know this day would end in her death. The Celia'nor square was filled with people chatting, having conversation and Algea too found herself speaking to someone. Someone who shared a hobby Algea had long not done, Writing. They had a conversation in what Algea shared she has been having writer's block because of all the chaos in her life. But she did wish to write again. When a woman Algea knew walked into the tea house. Anneliese, An old friend. One Algea had hoped to be able to trust, with the secret of her being a vampire. But their last talk ended in bloodshed and pain. Another ‘friend’ that now hated her for what she was. Anneliese and Algea both shared fear in their eyes as last time they met Algea’s curse showed more than she did. Anneliese yelled out what she was, what Algea had done. After that she ran up the stairs of the tea house. Algea jumped over the railing onto the roof trying to run away from the conflict away from someone she hurted in her hunger years ago. Eventually Anneliese catched up to Algea and tackled her on the roof, “please don't kill me” She begged. But her plea was answered with a sword piercing her shoulder to the roof. A pained cry came from the fearful woman. “Please” More and more people started to gather looking up at the roof like it was a stage, Annelise asked if there was a guard to have them deal with Algea. All she could do was beg. “ Please don't kill me.” Tears filled her eyes as she watched up at Annelise with fear. Eventually whispering out “ I am sorry..” which got answered with a harsh answer ‘You are not forgiven.’ As the sword was twisted and then pulled out her shoulder leaving Algea bleeding on the rooftop as Aenerion moved to stand over her. He would pull out salt, and let it fall onto the bleeding shoulder… Blood started to boil as Algea let out a scream at the top of her lungs in pain, tears streaming down her face as she said with a shaky breath “Please don't kill me.” People watching had already decided her fate. “Please don't kill me. '' Her shaky voice sounded again. Before she begged “Please cure me if you can” But the moment she was stabbed they had chosen she was meant to die. Arguing among themselves about that curing her, was not worth saving her from bleeding first. Cruel perhaps, having to hear people find you not worth saving, after you've been attacked. But all people could ever think about was that she was a Vampire. But she just wished to live. “ I never had a choice in becoming a mon-” she didn't even finish her sentence as she was lifted up and pierced through the chest by Aenerion would pull his sword back and aimed to cut off her head and kill her, but instead she fell to ground and let out a final breath “I’m Sorry” Now dead her head was cut off her body, perhaps to be sure she was dead, perhaps simply to show off. Her eyes still wide open, her dead eyes watching on drenched in tears in a fearful expression. The rooftop a bright red form the blood that was spilled. Her body moved from one place to another. Eventually it was placed in a ditch, and burned. Her ashes were bottled up and taken to who knew where. And so everything quieted down again… With one soul less. [OOC]:

THE ALCHEMISTS OFFICE Seeking Students and Teachers La Corte de Girasol 5th of Horen’s calling 104 D.R. With my recent appointment as Court Alchemist to the Girasol Courts of Hyspia, I hope to share what my plans, and duties are. And what kind of people I am looking to attract. The Role of Court Alchemist [!] On the paper was a Painting of an alchemy table of potions and herbs. I hope to fulfill my role as Head medic as well as Court Alchemist and intertwine them by making potions and medical mixes for the sick and hurt. Alongside this is my wish to make potions easily accessible for those who are in need of it. I intend to aid the army with brews to strengthen against attacks. The amount of work this is, is not something one should do alone. Therefore, today, I am looking to hire on a few roles: Students and Teachers I hope to reach out to those who wish to learn about Alchemy, or wish to teach it. I wish to teach what is needed to make the potions people need. Even the smaller ones. I hope they are people who wish to explore the world for herbs and alike for ingredients. Gatherers and Collectors I and who will help me, will need a steady supply of herbs and ingredients to make the potions. Alongside someone who has the time to gather information from everyone on what kind of potions they are in need of. Should you find any interest in these positions, contact Vizcondesa Maria Sophia Denodado [Myrthe17] via aviary! Signed, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Dimitri Otto of Koravia, Sovereign-Consort of Hyspia, Duke-Consort of Pacazu, Baron-Consort of Arenisca, Del’mar and Monterro, Lord of La Dorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, etcetera. LA HONORABLE, Lady Maria Sophia Denodado, Vizcondesa of Viscounty of Banderas.

The woman the whole story was about Maria, was blissfully unaware her past had been dug back up by a journal leak. Thill the man himself Lorcan showed up on her door step once again. To show the masive to her in person. " What in the seven skies is this?!" she asked with a hint of anger, and confusion. A Long talk was going to happen, one in what would likely end in Lorcan being trown out again. Or perhaps worse, much worse...

Name: Elvira Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld: yes Madelyn Noryth (1-5): 3 Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw (1-5): 2 Vauban Daesmon (1-5): 2 Lin (1-5):4

A woman was busy feeding her pets, as her vision blurred she sat down. Passing into the vission what felt endless. She would try to keep calm, even if she was not... Eventually she awoke trembling surrounded by her worried pets. She let out a sigh, trying to continue on even if what she saw was on the back of her mind...