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Amura returns to Elysium seeing the tavern is burnt down and a few windows elsewhere broken with some other building damage but most of the city still standing. "All this to burn down a tavern and break some glass?" she muses "Now we got a reason to make a better tavern and better homes."

*reads her mother's letter and writes back to her, personally(the letter would be delivered to only her) . Having been separated by life, Amura now 18" "What happened to only love those who love us? Why should we care for the perspective of those who wish to kill us? If the goal is making peace with our enemies then we should be asking what they want, not why. Love, Amura"

Amura gets word of the attack, herself in a land far off. She would have no verbal response, just a sigh as she goes back to giving herself a pedicure.

Amura would read this "I'm going into private practice." She determine and starts to draft multiple letters of resignations.

*Reads this and makes a note to seek them out* "This has all the writing of a bad idea, but im young. might as well see where this leads" she muses

Amura shows this Violet @Lizard, the two 17 year olds who have never made beer smile. They have a inherited brewery and now a reason to learn to make alcohol! What could possibly go wrong with two kids making alcohol for the first time? "Look! We finally get to try our hand at making alcohol!" Amura proclaims proudly and ignorantly of the pain she is about to go through learning how to make beer, the research she needs to do, people she needs to learn from, the joys and failures of not having a mentor... But determined she is to try her best.

Amura wakes up from her nap, wondering what all the to do is, seeing nothing of importance happened.

Amura sits at her desk, taking out a quill and paper. The Chancellor of Magic, begins her first..and hopefully, last order. She begins to write By Order of The Chancellor of Magic, Lady Amura Amberace 14th of Sun Smile, Year 72 of the Second Age I, Lady Amura Amberace, Appointed Chancellor of Magic of Elysium hereby summon the creation of a council of mages to take place of the government department of magic. While the legacy and history of the chancellor's of magics is noted and honored, it has been tradition that one person over see all magic for the entire kingdom; tradition however cannot be used to prevent progress. It is my vision and goal to create an era for mages to be free in their craft with a common understanding among all branches, be it druid, shamans, voidal etc. To have one person over see every branch of magic, to try to control chaos that is inherit in the craft is noble yet foolish. To entrust myself with this matter at my age and experience, is even more foolish and wreck-less and is not the spirit I wish upon the kingdom. The Council Of Mages shall be appointed by the Crown at their discretion. It is my wish that the Council is not appointed by any one person, but a collective agree upon it. I shall have no say in the choosing. I relinquish the office of Chancellor of Magic, for I feel a collective is more powerful than any one person can be. If we must have peace, it must also be from within. As far as I am concern, there is no Chancellor of Magic to proceed me, this is a new start. A council of mages of all types, united for the better. The concept that a voidal mage making laws for druids or any other types of mages is counter-productive. With this being my first, and last act as Chancellor, it shall also be noted I choose to keep my seat on the Patrician Council, serving as head of House Amberace and honoring the kingdom as they see fit.

Amura would walk away to draft something, she smirks , being every bit her mothers daughter...

Amura stands next to her mother, and smirks at her "I know what you're wanting to do, and you're putting me at risk by doing it.. " she says bluntly "i love you but, decisions are coming.. "

Amura walks into her mothers office in the palace. She sets down her bag and looks around... "Lady Amura Amberace, Chancellor of Magic and head of house Amberace...it has a nice ring to it. " the 17 year old muses. Looking at her moms letter. She pulls out a quill and writes two words... "I accept"

Amura over hears her mom and agrees

Amura would pick up a quill to write a response.. But a feeling over takes her telling her to keep quiet. She sets the quill down.. "For growth" she tells herself, refraining from jotting down her thoughts.

Amura finishes posting signs through out the city, the teen admires her work. "We all know I am the best cook, the contest is really to see who is second best. But ill let the town believe otherwise" she giggles running off

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Amura sits in her home in another city hearing of this news... "I was told to enjoy being a kid, not my issue..." she finally, for once in her life decides not to get involved in something

Amura, 16, is shown this note many many years after the events of that night. Before she was even thought of... she is shown this by [redacted], perhaps as a warning of what Amura's future holds if she continues her path.. Amura hands the note back to [redacted] and thinks "Vivian sounds very misunderstood..she probably felt more than anyone knows"

Amura sips some wine, remembering how Liluth once threatened her when she thought Amura was participating in a war. She smiles, not sadden by this loss.

Amura, 16, comes to her little home in Vortice that she sometimes frequents. Grabbing a copy of this latest writing she pours some apple cider, nothing highly alcoholic just enough for the kid to acquire a taste.. She reads and sips "A group of 5 or so people want to take the city because they are related to some girl who once ruled the city many decades ago? Everyone is happy with the way things are, least I am. " She comments to her room mate.

* * * * The Day * * * * Skyler of Fenn, now 4 months out of her coma of 5 years would awake. Only today wasn't like any other day. Another lonely day, she looks by her bedside "Where is my Husband?" She says outloud not seeing him since she awoke from her coma. Skyler creeps down the tavern stairs, empty. She gazes by the fire remembering long talks she use to have with friends...now all gone. Seemingly forgotten in their existence. The 43 year old elf proceeds outside and finds Arwen in front of the clinic. "Arewen, I'm here for my final treatment" she tells her. They would walk into the clinic. Skyler gazes around her treatment room, eventually coughing up blood in front of Arwen. They would talk, and Skyler asks for a vial of medicine to fade peacefully. She is..denied. "I love you Arwen..thank you for trying. I will see you on the other side" She says, a little shocked she is allowed to leave the clinic. The doctor who once told her, that if she was a threat to herself would have to intervene..simply allows Skylyer to walk out to die * * * * The Walk * * * * Skyler leaves the clinic and heads to the birthshrine, tears falling as she falls to her knees and prays. * * * * The Call For Help * * * * Skyler would write down some last wishes..and then a final note. She calls down her bird and sends it..and waits. After an hour she hears horse steps..Help has arrived * * * * Death Has Arrived * * * * Valindra gets off the horse and asks Skyler why she has been summoned. "I've always liked you. As much as the prince and everyone hated you, I found no personal reason to. I have lung rot. I slipped into a 5 year coma and I still live. Painfully. My lungs will with liquid, my chest hurts, every breath is like I'm drowning. I asked Arwen for some herbs to just let me die, peacefully. and she denied my request. She ******* denied to let me end it peacefully. I wrote to you to ask a favor..I want you to usher me into the afterlife, if there is one. Will you end my suffering?" Skyler asks Valindra * * * * The Final Moments * * * * Skylers final moments would be of peace. Valindra injects some medicine into her to help numb her heart and make her sleepy. She confirms one last time if this is what Skyler wants. Skyler nods..and with her head in Valindras lap, at that moment she feels like she is being held by her mother. A mother she never knew, long forgotten to time. In this moment however, Skyler sees Valindra as that figure. Slowly making sure she is safe and pain free. Skyler slips into a slumber, and then a knife is stabbed into her numb body. Her blood slowly drains and falls at the base of the Birth Shrine, reborn once and now her journey is over. The Story of Skyler of Fenn, is over. Letters of her final wishes would be sent to the following:

Amura would read this and nearly choke in disbelief "Long may she reign" she slightly rejoices.

[! ] A small note would appear on various notice boards around the realm[! ] "To who this may apply to, are there any of us left? I believe I am the last surviving member of the former Araaloq Bloodline of Fenn and in what appears to be my final elven weeks to live, I seek family. Anyone of my name, please ride or write to me in Fenn. - Skyler Araaloq, Vigilant of Death of Fenn"

Amura reads this.. "Isn't this the girl who threaten to kill me when I was 10? " She knows the answer and smiles.

Amura, The 16 year old reads this with delight "Inviting everyone in the world, what could possibly go wrong?" She plans to reuse her out fit from her last masquerade.

Amura reads this, she thinks carefully before musing out loud to anyone near her. "They shun those who use voidal magic yet now call upon nations who allow such for help when it suits their needs. Norland can fight their own battle. Leave the elves out of it. "