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Perched upon the churches rooftop a singular Zar'ei observed the onslaught, ever watchful eyes alight with curiosity and joy. The Crow had been following the war closely on all sides. Showing up during the middle or end as she made use of the corpses littering the field after each clash, dragging the deceased back for her infernal siblings. Climbing down after the raiding party had left to walk upon the freshly sprawled out bodies, humming to herself with talons dragging across the stone grounds "They're only Descendants..." pausing only to bend down slicing and cutting apart varying body parts to throw into a wagon making haste before the guards and queen that had fled made their way back, listening to the voices of blood trickling down from the still warm corpses, continuing her song "They're only descendants Standing still, Doomed to live pushing boulders uphill, Only descendants, after all, so they give and they take, Hoping someone will help break their fall..." satisfied with her haul the figure would begin her trek back home, her wagon filled with unidentified fallen soldiers continuing her song as she walked. @_Leyd

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Juju was indeed on that beat 🫡🔥 Fire.

persona name: Hekate (Khol'ikztoz) art of your persona music for your persona

Yoooo i made it into a pvp video lets go!! I DIDNT DIE THIS TIME OR CRASH!

"There was an angry Veletz child soldier called Emmelina that threatened to kill my cat if I didn't do a mining run, I would listen to her before I listen to any of these men.. she is scarier." A very frightened Haelunorian Wood elf named Cordelia would say still trembling from the encounter. @Rainalyn

A painting depicting an open field of tulips arranged in rows with each one varying shades of red, black white & burgundy. Each flower had been placed meticulously by hand, evidence of a skilled farmer. Ambience Attached to each notice board across the multitude of nations Human, Halfling, Elf, Dwarf & Orc a missive would be hung up reading as follows. When I was young, I was told stories about monsters with big, sharp teeth, fur, and blackened claws that could eat me. Tales of how these beasts would hurt me without question or reason if they found me wandering alone in the woods. Creatures lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to turn my back so they could feast upon my flesh. Yet, I have never encountered a greater monster than the men in yellow cloth and blackened steel. They are the ones who serve under the red menace. This nation benefits the most during war, but it is also responsible for the collapse of nations, the fall of kingdoms, and the execution of good men and women who only wanted liberation and freedom from their chains. To Those who fight against Veletz, you fight against progress. You fight for a nation whose red walls cloak the blood staining their walls from battles past and present. I fight, even though they have taken everything from me, my home & my family whose legacy I will still fight alongside my brothers and sisters until I take my last breath, against kings, against tyrants and against a crowned man who does not care for if you die on the field or if you die on the roads from one's own heart giving out. They know not your name, they care not for you or your families, and they wish to trample progress so that only they may continue a reign uninterrupted. How longer can nations endure a seemingly endless bloodied cycle? It is time for ALL nations to unite under one purpose to take up arms against the red menace and usher in a new era. When Acre fell and its keep was turned into a disgraced hovel run by children, I witnessed Haense turn its back and allow the desecration of my family's land and legacy. My family trusted their word, only to be betrayed. I ask those neutral, I ask those even our enemies to leave the side of the red menace and to take up arms alongside us. I plead not only for Veletz but also for a land still new, now forced to endure a cycle of war under the flag of Black & Yellow, the executioners of progress. Let it be known that there is still time to cross over the bridge, and those who do will be met with warm and welcoming arms. Signed, Petra de Vilain of Acre

A Mali'ker would look upon the parchment in utter confusion as to why her fathers name was mentioned."Vyllaenen blunder doesn't rhyme idiot."

Petra van Aert would recount a time she saw a Haenseti Petrian Aaunite get scared of their own reflection in a mirror saying out loud to her husband whom she spoke of the account with "Guess you could say they were Petrafied."

A newly married Veletz woman aptly named Petra van Aert would wonder where her husband was during the late hours of 16th of Vzmey & Hyff | 505 E.S hoping his disappearance and the report was but a mere coincidence.

Please just say punched instead of swatting… please… (The resolution and it’s been something i’ve said to you multiple times is to report it, if that mod doesn’t care take it to admins or a different moderator and ask them to tell the player to stop or it’ll be taken as harassment. You’re enabling them and feeding into what they want which is for you to freak out like this and while I understand you’re upset. Food is extremely easy to get, we have farms far and wide and if necessary a lot of the group would be more than happy to have given you hay blocks to turn into bread. It’s banter, it’s bait. You need to learn to stand your ground, fight back or you’ll just be creating problems for yourself that aren’t there. Everyone punches everybody, it’s a dumb thing to do it’s annoying but it’s not like anyone will truly kill you or pop you.)

(ooc: Socks stay on during bath night.) IC: Little Foot the goblin would read over the declaration, envisioning the horrors of seeing pale sickly elves even more barely dressed than per usual somehow? as she scratched her tusks. "Little Foot thinks this how long ears gives us traumas, not good very icky." she said.