Cozy_Tea

"Left and right, forward or backward...Everyone we love dies.." she said with a bitter tone, clearly upset to hear of the news of ANOTHER known soul now gone. "May the stars and the moon welcome you, friend," whispered Llora, tears running down.

Although she never knew Lefkos personally Llora stood with a sorrowful sight shedding one tear down her cheek. "May the stars and the moon welcome his soul," she whispered, feeling utter pain inside.

Llora squinted her eyes trying to read the missive, she'd grab out glasses to read closer. "This..This is truly remarkable!" - "If I had my intelliegence activated then I would express more." she'd continue reading the missive with a smile forming. "Amazing, simply amazing."

Llora gave the minds to the food cart, walking away with a smile and good food."This is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted!" she would shed a tear of joy. "in my opinion this is 20 out of 10." she hummed

As the aheral saw the prince returned she moved her glances to the flint and steel she held and quickly put it away, stomping the little fire she made. "What a magnificent Surprise!" - "Our Prince has returned. AY'CELIA'NOR ! AY'ILLTHRAK! Welcome home!" Cheered Llora with a bright smile.

A Midnight Departure of Llora Soltée

Published the 3rd of The First Seed. Year 158 SA.

Once you walk inside the library you notice droplets of blood on the floor, it leads to the basement level of the library. As you walk down further you stumble upon a dead elfess lying on a puddle of red on the carpet near the fireplace, a bad stab wound on her heart and her face scarred bleeding as the last tears fell down her cheeks. In front of the dead elfess beside the knife and pool of red was a letter half-written. You reach out grabbing the piece of paper, partly written in ink. you slowly read what was in the letter.

"To whoever finds my scarred corpse and reads this letter, I couldn't keep up any longer I chose to depart from this world knowing I failed to show love and a smile to my confidantes, knowing I failed as a teacher and kept being the fool that I was meant to change. I have done everyone a favor, now I send my few last written words...To my children who I failed to raise with or without my partner, may you find love and create a better family - even if I won't be here, I'll always be in your hearts my little feathers. To my close and distant relatives, I'll miss you all dearly and my friends...I am sorry."

The rest was torn apart, it ended there but as you looked down at the corpse you noticed on her right palm she had a letter sealed with a green ribbon - you reached out and opened it.

And you began reading it slowly...

“To whom I once called my love and joy, I loved you so much despite the changes, my heart kept waiting for you to return, but the longer you were away again I realized that we might not ever re-marry, we may not ever raise another infant together, we may not ever share a laugh or smile to each other like before. You were my spark of hope, my loving cloud puff.. I'm so sorry, may there be a better chance for us to live happily in another life. From your departed wife, Llora Soltée.”.

 You'd lower your gaze and noticed a white owl feather partly tucked in her hair fell once to the bloody floor and was no longer white. The last few tears ran finally down the corpse and there was no more but a dead elfess, a mother, a wife, a failing Mentor, and a friend...She was gone.

The whole room was covered in small blood stains, easily removable. The room was left with silence, the fire by the fireplace sparked with noises but not loud enough to wake you up from what you believed would be a dream but it was not, this was real and now she was no longer with us.

A Silent Farewell to Llora Soltée. Her Funeral shall be held upon the 4th of The First Seed, Year 158 SA.

A high elf walked her way to the usual spot to read another book, when she noticed the missive and took a good look at it. ”Festival huh?” A long exhale was let out, before scratching her head she would then look away and return to her spot to read. ”I hope it’ll be fun for the rest.”

"hmm, a delightful sight to be seen and heard." said a voice, where an elfess stood by holding two books before returning to what she was doing

In the village, the 'aheral held a basket with freshly picked apples. look at the missive. "Hmm, interesting." She shrugged. "May this village's future expand greatly, yet calmly." 

A hungover elfess sat by inside her bakery before hearing the news soon. "Good for you Raziel," she rejoiced calmly before drinking some water.

Llora glared at the missive, when reading this she raise her glance to the sky. A deep exhale was let out ”we can never get a break” said the elfess

2 minutes ago, Laeonathan said:

"At last, we have to eliminate all pigeons once more. Not a singular pigeon shall be left, once we are done." Raziel stated, firing his crossbow at the nearest pigeon and missing completely.

"Permission to shoot those pigeons with fire?" Asked the elf'less.

When taking a closer look at the missive, reading the words over-and-over again."Alright, Who forgot to add that we'll also make juice for the younglings?" The elf's exhaled out of irritation, yet shrugged it off. "Ah - Oh well, Wine is the most popular we'll do so, can't argue."

Season 1 was always great listening while drawing, Season 2 brought me to tears of reunion. Season 3 was nice

Season 2 dearly inspired me

however all seasons were amazing due to the fact i always wanted to play with the mods.

The River of Stars

An un-finished Melody

(Llora Soltée wandering at midnight. Artist: Unknown)

Three months after The Grand Harvest. 129 SA

When I was eight years I dreamt about visiting Almaris to explore the nation I was born in. The Principality of Celia’nor is a child with dreams to learn of their fashion, culture, and traditions. I drew many drawings of the stars. To see midnight thinking that there were more stars Than there were in Fiyern’talar. But all those hopes faded as I grew up, realizing I'd have complications fitting in with the rest of my race. I had little to learn how to speak "Formally" to other high elves, look and dress like them, and act formally.

I spent all my young years exploring the fields, Horizons, and Forests. I read every book I received from the local salesman from overseas, Climbing up the trees to get a better view of the landscapes and to find any Lost idiots of mine, Curious exploring cousins Included. Despite that, With my hopes to visit the Principality of Celia'nor, I began to work on a melody to play for the citizen in the future. I named it: The River of Stars, however, I never fully finished the melody and now with the text and melody gone I feel as if I have to begin all over again, Perhaps even re-naming it.

Llora sat by a wooden log, drinking some tea. 

13 hours ago, LobsterLilly said:

Tarasynora nodded simply as she read, the information corresponding with her own notes made on the meeting, "Llora better make more of those damn sandwiches!!" 

Llora grinned at Tara's comment. "Oh you'll expect a lot of sandwiches, ne worries." 

(OOC: im out of edit tokens... )

The 'aheral dressed in lavender blue, suspired forming a grin on her face. "Your homeland sounds very...calm and pleasing," Her grin soon faded away. turning around she wanders off.

As she then saw a butterfly flying towards her, she extended her right palm gazing to the butterfly, "Melody from the sea, and those tales.." she scoffed a chuckled, the butterfly flew away and Llora continued forward.

(The Butterfly landing on Llora's hand.)

(OOC: I didn't know what to say.)

(OOC OVERSIGHT)

MC Name:

         Cozy_Tea

Character's Name:

         Llora Soltée

Character's Age:

         57

Character's Race:

         High elf

Link to your accepted MA:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/217729-translocation-ma-moon_darkeya/?tab=comments#comment-1942471

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Translocation

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

Translocation is like other Voidal magic that draws the potential power of the void to a plane of nothing but filled with mana which is the source mages are drawn to. A mage in training must begin with the usual theoretical backgrounds which are explaining the active and passive mana, Voidal theories, What is the force of will, and so on. Moreover, when a mage has connected to the void for the first time they will be affected by the voidal poisoning, however, It will take more years for it to take a great effect, sadly it does make them unfit, and will lose to carry heavy objects for too long. 

To put this simply: Translocation is the art of storing objects in the void, making the objects traverse or having people shift through teleportation.

Are there different sections or subsections of magic? Can those be elaborated upon?

Expatriation and Shifting 

Expatriation.

Pacts with deconstruction and reconstruction in and out of the void, mages store their objects inside the void pocket. However, The mage is able to place smaller objects: 4-quarter meters in size, which indicates the size inside the void. it can also be used to summon your weapon out of the void and create a portal that traverses from different points, from plan A to plan B. 

Shifting.

Shifting has a similar concept to Expatriation, but rather than storing objects in the void we merely shift through the void as transportation. In combat, it can be used perfectly well outside, and in regular let us say T5 greater teleportation is to connect to the void set an anchor, and create your portal door to shift from the current place you are standing to a new location (mainly another nation pillar)

Can you give an example of a casting emote, of a spell of your choice?

Brisk-Step.  

[!] The man picked himself up and then seized the axe on the ground one meter away from his left. The 'aheral dressed in lavender blue stood there with her arms behind her. "I'd advise you to stay where you stand and to set down that axe," Llora Suggested, But the man did not heed and ambled toward her. 
[!] At that, Llora's eyes gleamed in to a brightly blue hue as she connected to the void. The man caught a glimpse of her eyes and sprinted his way with the axe to strike the 'aheral's head. 
[!] Short Llora blasted into a bright blue trail, moving to her right by three meters, and rematerialized herself to where the track ended. She wheezed for air at the sudden shift.
 

Can you give an example of a teaching-emote (interacting with another) of a spell of your choice?

Summon weapon. For a T1 student

[!] Llora strode outside the library while writing in a notebook, and her student picked up the pace to walk beside her, "What shall I learn today?" Maxar asked, to the pale 'aheral strolled with her pupil out of the entrances. She halted as she closed her book, "You will learn how to summon your weapon," she stated, putting away her notebook. "You recall the previous spell I taught you?" Llora questioned, "Ti!"  He rejoiced. 
[!] Blue aura started to course around Llora's arm, swirling into her right palm. Within seconds, a short silver hardened dagger extended from the atmosphere to her hand Llora held the hilt of the blade to her hand as she disconnected from the void, pointing the tip of the tiny blade to Maxar's nose.
"Woah-" The student gulped, raising their gaze to the 'aheral. Llora inhaled and chuckled while lowering her dagger, "Now. You shall give it a go," She said. "You first need to take the weapon you carry," she added. In a brief moment, Maxar brought out a regular iron blade. Llora nodded, "Now you will store it in your void pocket." she explained. "just like before with the marbles," she added. Maxar nodded as their eyes glazed lustrously purple as he connected to the void. 
[!] Maxar focused on the iron blade. Purple aura began to agitate around his wrist to the sword. "Now," Llora said.
[!] The blade exploded into a swirl of purple aura, disappearing from Maxar's left palm. "Remarkable!" Llora cheered, "Now imagine you have it near you and are bringing it ready to engage a defensive position." she said, she said, but before Maxar connected. "And you need to be familiar with the weapon you are summoning," She added. 
[!] Maxar bobbed his head up and down, "Okay!" he smiled and then quickly concentrated on what to do. He would raise his left hand to his back shoulder, "Pretend it is still there." Llora suggested. He frowned but took the guidance of his teacher. Purple aura began to swirl around his wrist as he brought his iron blade from the void and grasped the hilt to his palm. Maxar disconnected from the void Maxar formed a defensive position.
"Marvelous, kae llir!" Llora nodded. Maxar was astonished by summing his weapon and smiled at his teacher.

Say your student powergames during or after teaching, how do you reprimand that?

It may depend.

If my student(s) does powergame during or after teaching. I will calmly discuss with them what is right and what is wrong. I will show them the link to powergaming and metagaming, and make sure that this won't happen again.

However, if they continue doing these mistakes then I will have to have a longer conversation with them considering their grounds, if my student refuses to listen and continues powergaming then I will need to bring the ST Involved. 

I do not want to have a student who refuses to follow the rules and do whatever they want (like they own the game or something)

But not everything will need to be that extreme, it's best to reason calmly with the student(s) firstly before making anything harsh!

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         no

Do you agree to keep the ST updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes (i will most certainly try!)

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.

         no