candyzeroyal

OOh elusive mage stuff? interesting! i can't wait to see where this goes

Eir Maor sipped a small cup of tea, reading this missive as if it were regular news, a smile still plastered on her face. Unwavering and unending she would remain smiling as that wretched "silver" city finally faced the end it deserved . Those hypocrites shall burn as they should have done long ago

Eir Maor looked up towards the parchment pinned upon the Empires board. Somethung stirred within her, it was nothing but PURE BLISS. "Ah.. finally, those cowards are seen for what they truly are, and they claimed celia'nor hid darkspawn whilst their own nation is covered in them? What hypocrites" she plans to attend this trial.

ok.

[!] Another letter has been swiftly dispatched, aiming to seek resolution and proposing a meeting to foster clarity. This proposal is made in direct response to the missive from Her Ladyship, Laura'vir Ember Mahnel, with the intent to address the matters it raised and ensure mutual understanding.

[!] A letter has been promptly sent, with the intent of seeking resolution and offering a proposal for a meeting. This meeting is suggested in the hopes of bringing clarity and understanding in response to the missive sent by Lord Jarad Mahnel to the noble Laura'vir, and to address the matters it contained.

Eir Maor thoroughly read through the missive, filled with glee as they make several preparations including the creations of several rewards, food and decorations! this will be the main event of the season!

Eir Maor sighed as they grabbed the paper that was thrown at their door step, bringing it inside for a quick read. They skimmed a few pages before reaching the fashion trends and raising a brow "whats this about the furs? are there some considered more expensive?" they turned to look at their own fir lined cloak, rubbing it to test its texture and quality "Clearly mine is superior.."

Eir Maor was preparing the raffle tickets for a outfit depending on who wins if they attend this lovely fundrasier

*Eir read the missive and pondered why the people who ran the village weren't listed on the invites but shrugged it off as they cannot attend on that saint's day anyhow*

*Eir states with much enthusiasm as they can muster* "We're so back 😎👍" *they said, with both a thumbs up and sunglasses*

Eir Maor states the following in response "womp womp as the kids say"

Eir Maor read over the document with a stoic expression but with a swift nod, they ventured to the barracks to begin training themselves and their son for battle

Eir Maor read the missive as they prepared to return home from a hunting excursion. Groaning at the words of the missive they shook their head "Either the story is being twisted or that 'order' is twisted in its actions.. I'm sure they could've handled it another way but I digress, it's humans after all" they folded the missive and chucked it upon the ground as they continued their journey home