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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...

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Maria would be worriedly trying to bandage her mamej, trying to help. Somehow. Someway. But in the end the young woman wasnt able to save her. A sense of guilt washed over her as she stumbled back, as she stared at her papej begging his wife not to go. Maria wasnt sure what she was feeling anymore, she was oddly num to the pain. To the grief. She did feel it. She cried. But not in public.. Simply in her room, Or behind the Veil that hid her face.

A'lia happy to have got a letter, The woman didn't get letters that often anymore. But she was happy to have one, and went to rush to open it excitedly. At first when she opened it, she got confused seeing the feather, but quickly set the realization in. Her closest friend.. Her Best Friend. The light of her days, had passed. And in a horrible way at that. The half-elf woman let out a wale in agony as she realized what she had been send. She couldn't believe, her nightmares had come true, she wished she had just spend one more day with her, just one more moment.. Anything, she couldn't leave her behind like this.. Tears streamed down her face, she wouldn't have.. Right? This must be lies? A lot of questions and hopes rushes through her mind, only to be met by the truth of the letter and words of others. She really had passed. Her mind would wonder of the thoughts over the weeks to come. "Was she really gone..? just like that? what about me... " "You cant leave yet.. I need you!" Anikas niece meanwhile, with her family went into mourning. The young woman staying silent, about her regrets, and simply tried her best to not think about the passing of her beloved Tia.

. Written on: The 7th of Horen’s Calling En El Año de Nuestro Señor, 90 Despues de Restauración The Ball of colours [!] The image would show bright colors like someone loosely painted something. Things to do at the ball: Get ready to party at the Vibrant Spectrum Ball as we celebrate Maria Denodado's 27th! Join us for a laid-back and lively night with music, dancing, and good vibes. There'll be a game of pumpking’s, and plenty of fun. (Perhaps even prizes will be won!) So throw on your favorite party outfit and come make memories with us. We can't wait to see you at this special celebration! Theme of the night, Colorful Fiesta: Each guest is requested to wear their favorite color to create a vibrant and colorful ray of guests and colors. The person with the best outfit of the night will win a 100 mina prize. Or a special Item made especially for them. To sign up simply tell Maria and there shall be a vote that will happen during the end of the night. The gift of giving: Attendees are encouraged to take a gift with them to hand not to Maria herself, but to someone else. Someone you find special, and deserves to hear so. Make it wild! make it simple. But do make it colorful! As to fit in the theme of the night. Hopefully everyone gets a little, colorful gift to brighten their day. Signed, Maria Sophia Denodado , Lady, heir of Viscounty of Banderas.

A young woman was mid conversation when she zoned out, fading from the conversation she was confused at what she saw and even more so why she saw it. When she woke again from her daydream she was disorianted and confused at what she just went trough a tear rolling down her cheek in fear, as she had not a clue what it all meant.

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The 6th of Snow´s Maiden year 167 of the second age After some years of peace, the Sutharlainn´s pronouce the passing of heir to Lorcan Sigurd MacMarcus Sutharlainn. As I Ailis NicDùghas Sutharlainn am getting older. After more than half my life of being the head of the Sutharlainns, I feel like it is time to pass on the information to a new generation, two below my own. For now as long as I am still alive I will fulfill my duties, alongside Lorcan as he learns. After him his future kids will take over. As many of you know, I already lost my first heir, Sorcha, and her siblings, and even some grandkids. But I hope Lorcan and I will bring out the best of the Sutharlainns in the time I have left. And after me he will continue to do so. I am sure of it. Signed: Her Grace, Jarl of Rathonia, Chieftess Sutherland, His Grace, Future Jarl of Rathonia, Chief Sutherland,

"Flippy, Learn from this-" A Voidal mage told her Micro Atronach. " Avoid them, they will dislike you and me aswell. Atleast Some of them will." The Mage leting out a sigh, glad she wasnt fully human, And happy her husband wasnt either. As she went to talk to Onon. Maria would stop, as she noticed the Missive on the road. Staring at it from behind her veil. " What did those little ones do to not be granted life?" she questioned.. Hastely making her way back home, to see what will happen next.

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No Place like home... It was a peaceful day, as far as one in war can be... Maria was just going back home from the Family boat when on the road a stranger in black armor, started to insult her about how Valah cause wars, cut throats, take lives and are nothing more then dust. Of course, Maria argued back that she didn't wish for this war. Neither are any other insults the stranger threw at her true. At Least not completely. Of course their argument didn't stay vocal only, as the stranger sent their gauntlet down on Marias head. Making her stumble, and dazed for a moment. Before she then drew her sword standing in a protective pose, as she wasn't sure what they were planning. She had never met them before, Studying their movements. As the stranger drew their sword in return and aimed to slash her open. Maria moved her sword to block it, as their swords started to clash, and the taller person started to push Maria back. Maria, foolish as she was, didn't realize that she was being pushed straight into a mountainside, and became stuck in between her attacker and the mountainside some call home. Aiming her sword down past the attacker at their hand aiming to cut herself to freedom. And she did, the Stranger in armor let out a growl in pain and indeed stepped back, enough so for Maria to move out past them… But her escape didn't last for long as she got a small taste of freedom. The stranger in armor hit her across the head again, and she lost her footing, falling to one knee. And a foot was placed on her back, pressing down on her. She turned herself around aiming to slice at the Strangers foot but their armor deflected her atack. Then it started, the attacker aimed their sword downwards at Maria’s leg. Lucky for her she managed to get it to somewhat be deflected, and ended up with only a small cut, but at that time the attacker stomped on her ankle and a loud Crack was heard… A broken ankle. Soon after her sword was hit out the way before she was striked in her face breaking her nose, and dazing the young woman. She stumbled over from the pain and ringing of her head, as she had been hit, three times over her head. Quickly the armored one relieved her of all her weapons. Then it started, as her attacker leaned down over her, and pressed into the wound on her leg while holding a dagger at her chin scratching it open in a fine red tin line. She let out a cry of pain from both. She then asked a simple question: “What do you want?” That was answered with her throat being grabbed with one hand and the other slicing the young woman's left ear off. A muffled scream sounded, from the pain as she tried to struggle for freedom. But she wouldn't get it, as the one in armor wasn't done and moved their dagger now horizontally, pushing it down at her aiming to cut her eyes. Maria’s eyes went wide as her hands desperately tried to pull the dagger away from her face, but eventually she failed as the dagger cut her nose and eyes open, and blood mixed with tears she was let go. Her attacker stood up picking up their Treasure that once was Maria’s left ear. And threw her bandages. Scared, and now blind, she did as they asked and bandaged her leg, feeling about where the pain was.. as well as a bandage going around her face covering her nose, eyes and missing ear.. ‘Surely this would be done right?’ Was what went through Maria’s head, as she then got grasped by the shoulder and told to get up. So she did, fearful of what would happen if she wouldn't. In terrible pain, she got dragged off somewhere blind, scared and not sure if she would live. After a horrible trip across the land she got told to spin, and in a twisted way they left her alone, blind.. And not sure where she even was. She begged them to not leave her, not sure how to survive being alone in who knew where… But her words were answered with threats and eventually silence. Now alone in a forest with her sword, a piece of bread and some water. She was struggling, as the day turned night, she tried to walk unsure where and in terrible pain of her broken foot. She eventually walked into a stone structure left abandoned as she sat down in pain, alone.. Trying to bandage her foot with what she had left in her bag or could feel around her on the ground.. She didn't know if she had walked into the right direction or if she had walked in a circle. But most of all she was scared and worried she would never return home.. Desperate to find some form of good news in her terrible situation. Desperate to see again so she could find her way home. Maria wasn't a religious type growing up. At Least those who were around her, but she wasn't sure… She never fully understood it.. But eventually Maria set herself over her pride, and prayed for guidance, to heal her eyes, or for hope… For some way home. Anything… This cycle of waking up, walking in a direction for hours, sitting down, resting continued for a few days. As she truly was lost. Desperate to see her family once again.

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When she saw that Realle was starting to sob, she moved her arms around her and looked worriedly at the letter. Curious, and woried what had happened. Then she finally realized, her eyeswould stard watering, but no tears were going to flow down. Because Ùna only focused on trying to comfort Raelle. On another part of the world, Two animal like eyes stared at the paper, soon afther they would tear up. As A'lia moved to run home, wishing she could have talked to Veronica just one more time before this. A'lia really did like her. Even if they never talked alot. They had things in common and A'lia liked how kind the woman she had been.

A Watcher woke up with a gasp, looking around. When she saw that her husband was still asleep, and nothing was wrong.. She sighed, another strange nightmare she thought. Knowing it was something.. Before she grabed a piece of paper and write something down... before she lied back down... staring at the ceiling for the rest of the long night.

A'lia would steal the paper out of Onon's hands, afther a good bit of waiting for the slow elf to read. She then smiled upon reading it. " ooh. This souds cool. He really did alot. Im glad to call him my fa-ther. " She smile.

Ùna looked at the paper, with a mixed expression on her face. Both glad for her maln, aswell as unsure. The young girl muthers something to herself before walking off.

Maria looked up form her book with her sandwich about to take a bite " What!? Sience when?!" the young teen asked her father confused. hurrying to do as he said puting all the sandwiches away. Needly wraped in cloth.

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