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"Words without steel are useless" the 10 year old Amura says to no one as she reads this. "Why offer peace talks with a nation that is known to only deceive others when their backs are turn... " She then smells cookies and goes to do kid stuff.

Ooc: wedding is postponed to Thursday 12/30 at 5pm Est

Amura rests in her hospital bed, awaiting surgery. Birds from contacts the kid has made from all over send her news of the world, as the child loves to learn. She hears of this and thinks "the pure ones need slaves? They must not be that great if this is the case. All Mali should be free" She looks around to make sure no adults are near for her to curse. "The silver state is shit. Stinky high elves"

OOC: Date: Thursday 12/30/2021 Time: 5 EST, 3 MST, 2 PST Location: Fenn, the Keep, reception in the tavern To all invited, Please join Fenn in a celebration as Elias Amlugol and Skyler join together to take their vows before all and join as one in marriage. The evening will consist of a ceremony, drinks and food after as well as a hand to hand fighting tournament The following are invited, plus a guest: All citizens of Fenn - and all Orphans residing in the city All family of the Amlugol's Franz , Court Oracle of Haense Kin of Yong Ping Any inquires can be directed to Skyler herself. We hope you may attend the wedding.

Chen Alesia would read this and storm off in disapproval.

Amura the 10 year old of Elvenese plans to go right away.

Word reached Chen Alesia in Yong Ping "ooo fancy time! I shall prepare" she runs off to sew a dress.

Amura, the 10 year old, reads this and shakes her head "They have rude children! I hope their pets don't show them any love, and, and, I hope Dyr stubs his toe everyday on something!"

OOC: This notice would be posted in the tavern and is written by my 9 year old persona, not my adult Fenn persona* Notice of Honor Duel To the child of Fenn refereed to as "Dyr", I Amura of Elvenese write this with intent to declare the terms of our agreed upon honor duel. While I am younger than you, your arrogant and insulting words hurled towards me and Elvenese unprovoked at that cannot go unanswered. I was a visitor in your land and you insulted me personally, my people and my ancestors calling myself "dumb" and saying that the Elvenese people should be happy Fenn was in the battle against Azdromoth; you further went on to say that if Fenn wasn't there things would have been far worse. While pride for one nations is admirable, it is tarnished when used to insult a guest in your nation unprovoked. We spoke of our duel in person, and now I request an official lay out of the terms of our duel. I request a response within two elven years either with an apology, of which I will accept and call the honor duel off, or a time and place you would like to clear the air. The terms to the duel, should you accept will be first to be knocked out or yield loses. The combat will be weapons, as you bragged about an axe being superior. No magic, no potions. Axe vs Sword. Amura, of Elvenese, ward of House Hawksong (age 9) ooc: any edits done after posting were spacing and spelling errors

Rumors of this appointment make their way to Fenn of all place, in particular to the Vigilant of Fate who is all curious of this persons abilities as part of them are also hers. She plans to ask her High Prince for permission to meet with this oracle.

As Skyler awakes from the battle, being knocked out from the on-start, she looks around...bodies, everywhere. Her friends who she had considered family..dead. The city, torn to shreds. The Fate Vigilant of Death rises to her feet, just a head wound. She hears he moaning of injured, she smells the stench of the deceased. She heads to the clinic to help the wounded, but is told at this time everyone is treated. She glances to the doorway, she see's another Vigilant standing there. She knows what is expected now. Without word they head outside and start to gather the dead. Body by body is taken to the crypts below the city, some even so torn apart they cannot be identified. Sadness, Grief, Fear, Anger this is what she feels. The bodies finally all gathered below the city, the streets cleared of the dead she slowly reflects in her mind. The young elf, did she choose correctly her path? The young elf, should she have ever returned to Fenn? The young elf, why is she here? The young elf, is this fate? As she washed her hands and prays as the last body is set before her, all those answers flood to her. "Wyvrun guides me in life and in all my decisions, I am a servant of Fenn and when the ash clears and the winds die, we will rise stronger. Our people have survived history and we will continue to do so." It is with this passing thought that the young elf would wake again in the morning, humbled and thankful.

The young elf, Skyler soon to take the Mali name Ysher sits in prayer at the peace shrine, for in a few elven hours she will take her oath to seal her as the Death Vigilant of Fate. The scent of pine-cones burning around her as she tries to pray for clarity of what all the recent events of the past two years have meant... "Where did it all start?" she softly tries to remember, for to clear the mind you need to settle the past memories. Two years ago, almost to this very day she remembers - leaving a tavern in Norland, a bit drunk at that and heading towards the north more. At this time, the trail was easy to get to as no blizzard had taken winter and time of day actually existed. There was no eternal night time to confuse even the smartest of travelers, it was peace to get there. She remembers now entering the city and seeing the keep burning, she had missed an attack on the city by hours. The High Prince greets her, but doesn't mention any titles. He asks a question that to this very moment she ponders on "What has brought you to Fenn?" To her the answer is not simple, it was a feeling , a calling. How do you describe a calling to someone with out sounding mad? Yet she said just that, the Prince nodded and welcomed her as if she had always been someone he'd knew. Days pass, and she remembers still feeling lost. She inquires about how she can be accepted given her past. At this point in her silent prayer she feels a small shiver, as she reflects on her past yet again. A 21 year old elf with no parents, and nothing to claim her own. A former bandit who had done unspeakable deeds, now wanting redemption in a land she just came to.. looking back she wonders why she was granted this new start. She was told to go to the birth shrine with an animal Sacrifice and pray. She remembers taking a sheep there. They both stood there, she felt the sheep start to panic so she took her blade and did a fast slice to its neck to give it a mercy kill. There is no pride in allowing suffering when you can give mercy, she thinks on that action now. She recalls the memory, tossing the head, the legs, the body, the heart, and the stomach into the flame piece by piece reciting prayers as she did each limb. This was her rebirth, she stayed at the peace shrine for hours after reflecting on her life...and thats when her path began Trial 1: Birth She was instructed to find an animal that can survive in the winter climate and raise it. She didn't really go looking for one, one found her. She remembers following a fox trail in the snow, seeing the footprints and then hearing a faint "Screow" noise. She lowered her bow, eventually losing the fox track as she got closer to spot the baby Screowl alone. No nest near by and it near death, she scooped it up and hurried to her room above the Fenn tavern where she stayed up for hours nursing it. She would name him Arawan, she remembers being told a story growing up, a fairy-tale have you of a god named Arawn who represented war, revenge and terror. She knew such stories not true but felt the name fitting for her new creature anyway. She returned to her Prince months later when the animal was healthy and no longer a baby, to say her trial was done. Trial 2: Peace Go to a nation or culture and study them. Find out about their culture, religion, government and report back...in writing. This was the struggle as she didn't know how to read or right. What most could do easily she has an extra step. She recalls going to Yong Ping and meeting first a human she would become friends with Malta. Malta wasn't from Yong Ping but was one of the first people she saw there and has become a good friend of hers. They drank, and she ended up leaving the town for the night questioning if she was on the right path. She had a feeling when she woke up to return to finish her trial. And so she did, and she learned to write as best she could over time to document her experience. This trial was done Trial 3: War Hunt a predator and return. By far the easiest trial for her she recalls. Previously getting hurt in a group hunting tournament when she encountered a bear proved little issue when it came to this. She recalls trekking into the blizzard with one good arm, and her bow. She spotted a panther and climbed a tree, she saw. She remembers now using the tree to help steady herself and her bow with her good arm. She recalls the smell, the cold air hurting her face as the blizzard went on. Hook, Draw, Aim..Fire - the first arrow went through its neck. She would send 3 more into it before dragging it back and making a cloak from it. Trial 4: Death As she recalls this memory, she burns another pine cone, looking up from her prayer state as her mind is still not clear. She breaths in and resumes thinking She remembers this night, being taken by Vytrek out of the tavern and taken to a lake near the Peace shrine where she was asked to get into until the coldness would over take her. This took hours to accomplish as when she entered the waters she prayed and meditated. Not once did she complain about the experience, not even as the waters took her and she passed out. She remembers waking and being asked how she felt.... Trial 5: Fate At this point she had picked the Moniker of fate. Why? Because two years ago she was a troubled elf who lived the life of a former bandit who had just wandered into the north. Now she had a home, food, friends, faith. All through no direct actions of her own, it was almost like a destiny. Fate had brought her to where she is. She was told no trial could be made for fate, as making a trial for such would be counter-productive. The young elf, now 23 but still not as experienced as mostly everyone in Fenn was not at first happy by this. She had done so many things and now is being told there is nothing to do..to wait..to pray. And so she did, she would pray. She would drink in the tavern as she normally would and she would now smoke. Having been in constant pain for almost a year after her bear incident she has gotten use to smoking, as it not only helps the chronic pain that doesn't fade even though she is healed..but it relaxes her mind. She now recalls the events of the previous elven day, she had finished smoking above the tavern and went down for some tea. She was having a conversation as normal but got a feeling, almost of impending doom. She fights it off and continues to drink. The feeling gets stronger and now its more than anxiety, she is seeing things in her mind. What she see's is unclear. She ignores it. Finally it becomes too much and she gives into the anxious feeling and leaves the tavern. Despite a blizzard and a never ending night, her path clears for her. This is not to say the snow parted or stopped, it certainly didn't. She has a sight almost that lead her deep into the mountains with no issues on getting there. The weather, the night time, it all was there but her feelings pushed her past it. She stops walking and see's a shattered stone on the floor with blood by it. Almost a corrupted stone. She hears voices and laughter as she picks it up. When she picks it up she is swallowed by a cobalt mist and she hears the voices louder. She hears the laughter louder. Finally a spirit reaches out to her and asks why she is there. She replies that a vision lead her to this very spot and she wanted to know what was needed of her. She would at that very spot have her first vision. She recalls seeing the men, children, women of Fenn suffering at the hands of an ethereal entity. She recalls more detail and how the first person she demanded to see when she returned to Fenn was Vytrek...her loyality to her new home sealed as she wanted to tell no one else but the person who saved her life two years ago by bringing her into the city and to where she is today...her high Prince. Her prayers ending.. She rises, ending her meditation. All that's left is to take her oath and her trials are done. Understanding nothing more clear than Fate had brought her here, and that is her calling.

Please respond to this thread with the following information MC Username: Terrible _Nexus RP Name: Skyler Tournament : Range ********** The injured Elf signs her name for the range tournament

Alesia the 9 year orphan elf wishes for a family to love and raise her...and a sword...and a violin...and juice...and a plushie.. And a cat.. And...