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Althe wept, for he didn't get invited to the wedding. He'll show up nonetheless
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Althe sat there, pamphlet shaking in his right palm idly. A short, cold exhale leaves his lungs as he squints at the signatures "Yet another alliance." his head nodded, slowly withdrawing from the paper. Amusement suddenly sparked on his face, offering his cheeks life "Not many years ago we held our courts in a small canopy next to the tavern" the aheral let out, leaning his body to the right, where a substantial stack of papers already gathered. He added that one to the rest shortly after.
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MC-Name: Kaliphra RP-Name: Kaliphra Elvenguard Persona-ID: 77602
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[Guide] Celia'lin; Home of the Celianorians
Kaliphra replied to Laeonathan's topic in Celia'lin & Starlight Winery
The elf nodded at the small pictures, scarcely looking at the text almost like it wasn't as important "Oh, I forgot about the pond training I've been doing. Should practice some more before Thelia makes me keep my breath underwater again" he sighed as he rushed back to the pond, failing a backflip back into the water. -
The elf would sigh, frowned. A headache from the last drinking night in the winery still clouds his mind "One curse after the other. What are we supposed to do? Us untrained in the art of archery? Throw our wine at them?" he asked on a most displeased tone, throwing an empty bottle at one flock of pigeons, only to be pelleted by bird feces shortly after.
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Kaliphra blinked a few times, continuing to tap the table in front of him as he took a short sip out of the wine as well, before raising his body to offer the two a small square towel, as he was also sitting with the two in the winery "Fascinating, how the Milkman became a King already" he shook his head, awe filling his eyes "It feels like it hasn't been so long since I saw this king die just outside of Lurin."
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Credit card number, expiration date, name, and CVV on the back please! 🎖️
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The elf nodded, looking at the imposing building with green sparks in his eyes "Finally somewhere I could look up to. May the land of stars have its bright light sparked again." he nodded, cracking his knuckles as he prepared to crush some grapes.
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The elf would clear his throat, having short flashbacks from the last time he went spelunking. A tiny grin would change his whole image as he started looking around for where the mouth of the tunnel may begin
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The elf would clear his throat as he stared at the posters flat on the walls of Talar'nor, rubbing the underside of his chin slowly. Soon would he click his tongue, raising a small feather he'd use to write his name on the page with with "This should be fun."
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Maddened Honker's Tournament **A yellowed bulletin would be found in every major city around Aevos, its lower right corner slightly torn down from past geese aggressions.** The proud nation of Talar'nor would like to finally announce the re-inauguration of the Geese Races, now with a twist: Gambling! ''Do you feel lucky and wish to make a pretty coin while watching birds race to the finish line for their very lives? Or will you fall under the pressure of feasible loss of a few mina, letting your brethren take all the clout? Either way, you're in luck! The birds are ravenous for a challenge yet again, and wish for the sweet release of this race to satiate their undying hunger - so keep your fingers at bay, and drink with your fellow mates to this glorious competition of ours!" The event would be hosted at the 141st Grand Harvest of the Second Age AY'PUERAN Kaliphra Elvenguard SPECIAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: ARISTOCRACY OF TALAR’NOR Evarir Thalon Nullivari, and their Talonii | @_Sug Virar Irelia Py’lrie, and their Talonii | @xoxoMinniexoxo Virar Aestania Aevaris, and their Talonii | @lillyeavens Laurir Atul Cerusil, and their Talonii | @amongus Lauririi Raziel Amethil | @laeonathan Lauririi Crescence Amlugol | @GrowingIvy Noron Kraal of Dralguna, and their Talonii | @_hexe_ FOREIGN DELEGATIONS Duke Johannes of Adria, and his noble pedigree | @Nectorist King Balon of Norland, and his noble pedigree | @sneakybandit [ OOC: Sunday 8/13/2023 at 3 pm est ]
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Kaliphra was born in a small and loving family. His only sister died at birth so he was a lone child. He struggled a lot to find someone that could be his friend , but he eventually did it. He had a hard childhood. Even though his parents were rich , his mother got very sick early in her life and needed constant attention from Kaliphra, as his ffather was not always around. He followed a good school close to his home, and everything started to fall into place until one day. He was only 8 when his best friend started talking to some masked thieves. The small child offered them details on the character's house layout, demanding a lot of money in return, and then the thieves took it by assault. His parents died in the incident, leaving the small child alone to try to evade the thieves. When the killers finnished their buisnees , they started to burn the house down. Kaliphra jumped off the window to escape the fire. He did not get hurt, but he was then chased by the thieves. He kept running until he found himself at the ledge of the cliff. When he noticed that he had no other escape , he jumped and had a lucky break, almost dying from the impact with the ground. He was lucky and was saved by a Ent. The creature healed the child and put him back on his feet. After that, the creature dissapeared. Later in his life, at his 18th winter, after The Holy Orenian Empire has dissolved, he decided to return to his childhood town, and visited the place where his home once stood . In its place, his former best friend made a big home, even though he had no family. He recognized his friend, that grew into a strong man. Filled with anger, he got in front of him and asked: " Do you recognise me?" , and his former friend responded: " Get outta my face, beggar. I don't have time to talk to the likes of you!". Kaliphra had enough. He unsehated his knife and plunged it into his neck. He then whispered in his ear: " This is for my past", and proceded to walk away, never coming back to his childhood town.
