_Cactus_

A new missive was nailed over the old one written by the same Hyspian woman many months prior.

It has been many months since my original missive detailed the Canonist church, more specifically the Holy See, as a house full of evil baby killers. Let it be known that I wrote the missive out of sheer grief for the loss of my daughters and while I miss them I know they rest peacefully. I write this new missive to fill in gaps in my story and encourage an age of righteousness. 

Firstly, Let it be known that I did not originally seek out the church. While I was a practicing canonist, afflicted with this plight, I insisted on telling the church absolutely nothing about my curse, this was a mistake on my part. I was too worried in what may transpire and let that worry consume me, turning me from GOD's light. I also acted violently to a member of the church while in my restraints and Gerard had to then use force to ensure that I caused no more harm. This did indeed have partial play in the death of my babies, but since then I have learned to forgive him as GOD forgives others. 

Additionally I have since then regained my connection with GOD and have officially been baptized and gained penance. I pray that as GOD has done, you will all forgive me for the stir I caused among the church and the common people. I have grown since my interaction, adopted a beautiful baby girl, and taken up the mantel as Hyspia's official head clinician. My son turns 4 in just a few months and perhaps if I had acted differently I would not be present to celebrate with him. I thank the church for their mercy and the chance to redeem myself that I was gifted. 

Lastly I speak to all others afflicted with this sickness. While it may have perks down the line, power of immeasurable numbers, it is not worth risking your good soul. It is not worth risking family, friends, and loved ones. So I ask of you now, if you read this missive, to contact your nearest holy man to seek out a cure and I wish you best of luck on your journey.

I conclude this missive by thanking those who helped me before, during, and after this whole situation. I know how much of a handful I can be but I hope as I grow I will be a better friend, wife, sister, and mother.

An additional note was scribbled on the back behind the signature for any who took a peek!

2 minutes ago, DancingZebra267 said:

"Dear Sandra,

I have read your message, and I wish to offer my perspective on the events that occurred. You are correct that you requested our assistance in seeking a cure for the affliction that had befallen you. We acted in accordance with our duty to help those in need and provided you with guidance on how to proceed with the cure. Our intent was always to assist you on your path to recovery.

However, it is important to acknowledge that the situation took a different turn when you attacked Brother Lug during our journey to the Holy See. This unprovoked aggression put both yourself and my fellow Order members at risk. In response to this threat, I had to take measures to restrain you for the safety of all involved.

 

Tragically, during this struggle, your children did not survive. It was never our intention for such a loss to occur, but the situation escalated due to the attack. If you had refrained from this aggression, we could have avoided such a heartbreaking outcome.

Regarding the cure, it is true that it takes approximately six hours to take effect. To prevent any potential escape or harm to innocent bystanders, we placed you in our most secure cell. The safety of the public and our duty to uphold the law were our primary concerns in this matter.

As for the fate of Miguel, it is essential to remember that GOD watches over all His children, regardless of their circumstances. While I understand your concerns, the responsibility for the future of Canonism should not rest solely on the actions of one individual who attacked the Church and delayed seeking a cure for two months.

 

I hope that this explanation provides clarity on the events that transpired. Our intentions were always to aid you in your time of need, and we deeply regret the tragic outcome.

May ^GOD^ guide and protect you on your path.

 

In faith, Holy Ser Gerard"

Sandra wrote back in hasty response. Many words were angrily scribbled over and her writing looked as if it was written by a very.... very angry person.

"I never wanted your help. You cuffed me and held me at the point of your sword as you took me with you. I told you I was already seeking a cure from paladins, not you. If you ever write to me or my family again I will press charges."

A certain farfolk woman, residing in Haense peeked at the missive as she set down her toddler. "What the..." She mumbled to herself before carefully analyzing the note. She looked to her son for a moment then looked around. "No darkspawn in Haense? What a lie..." She muttered.

She looked again to her boy. "Listen Miguel, you must stay near mama! And don't go to any people with horns.." She looked up and scanned the snowy surrounding. "Or hooded people! Or... people in general that you don't know!" She warned sternly.

"I can't have you becoming a little pagan." She cooed with a grin, playfully scaring her son as he ran around in a giggle fit. She stood up and watched as the sun crawled its way from her sight and the sky began darkening.

Her brows knit together in a worried expression. "...Let's go home Miguel." She said, lifting him back into her arms and carrying him off.

Cactus_Tophat sobs believing her friends will all be too focused on a War Claim on her birthday.... [WHYYYY]

Sandra pondered when this could have happened, she never remembered a raid. Regardless she commented on it. "An orc with some common sense? That's rich." She looked to her mother, handing her the missive. "Read this!"

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She awaited an appropriate amount of time. "How can I send a letter expressing my amazement that someone has the confidence to say such truths?" She asked, somewhat jokingly as she pinned the paper back on it's post. "Maybe the Orcs will see sense and come to some sort of agreement." She jested to her mother before they both walked off.

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I would legit buy VIP just to be able to make things pink onG

Looked at the missive and cringed. "This is asqueroso, disgusting." He spat at the ground. "How could I really consider that they had morals deep down in their corazones de piedra.." He crumbled the missive and threw it at the shortest thing he could find, target practice. 

A Kha glanced at the missive, doing a double take. She scoffed. "Rrrevolting- Haense is protecting these diseassse ridden mountain rats?" Her fists clenched and unclenched, claws digging into her own palm. "Purrhaps... I speak to the Queen about this." She schemed, the humble handmaiden might actually make a difference. Or this gets defended, and her hate for mankind grows. 

Amir leaned against the tavern where he once worked, those maybe five years ago when he served the best alcohol in Whitespire. He opened a bottle of his own, taking a sip. "We never got to go on that boating trip, did we princey?" He sighed, staring at his drink. "I can't- even remember the last words we said to one another." - "Dios.." He buried his face into his empty hand, slumping to the ground. "I can barely remember your face." He bowed his head. "Wish I had been a better friend, I wish I didn't run off." He took another glug of the drink. "Left you alone with all this weight to bear." He reminisced the times they talked, though rare and far gone. 

"Heh... it's funny." He smiled. "I didn't think you were the prince for the longest time... just some fancy tío." He snorted, stifling a chuckle. "You were kinder, less stuck up than I imagined a prince to be." His smile waned. "There is so much I still wish I had gotten to know." 

After many minutes, he stood, looking around the empty streets of Whitespire. "You were a good man, Henry. One of the best." He leaned his head back to finish his glass, stumbling a little. He sighed, "You always will be in my eyes." He admitted to the skies. "So I know, if there is a place of gods and buena gente, you'll be there." He lowered his head. "Even if I never greet you there." He hesitated a moment before he lifted his bottle in a sort of cheers, then walked off to go mourn at home.

@NightcastorKittywould that included the language and culture? Or primarily the sections under appearance and subraces?

Nvm, took me a second to understand it lol! Brain fart.... anyway! Updated

MC Name:

         Cactus_Tophat

Character's Name:

         Fayre

Character's Age:

         35

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Kha'Pantera

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Subrace: Kha'Pantera

Given the strange points of timelines and myths associated with the name of the Kha, the creation of the Kha or Kharajyr is rather perplexing in nature. However, a lot of Kharajyr still believe the legends that the elder generations have told. According to tradition, there were many people known as Daemons and Aenguls roaming the newly born fauna in these abandoned areas during the early phases of the world's life and purity. One particular Daemon was notorious for stealing kids and babies out of their cots in the dead of night. A particular Daemon by the name of Metztli would be aware of the same; the person assumed a beautiful appearance that drove bystanders wild and displayed uncontrolled conduct. 

The children were kidnapped far from their families and familiar areas and reared by this Daemon, who conducted experiments on them using Ocelots that were well-known across the realms. Metztli took generations to perfect their work before producing the ideal Master Race they had envisioned. Metztli carried out her destiny and raised the Kharajyr, a new creature she had brought into her realms. Kharajyr's founder, also known as "He of the purest blood." She made an effort to duplicate similar trials, but she was unable to improve upon or produce a new original. 

When the Kharajyr and her other experiments reached adulthood, she knew she had to let them go so they might explore the many uncharted lands, just like any caring and loving "Mother" would. Nobody is entirely sure why or how these tests were carried out, but many people think this Daemon was trying to "Play God."

Kha'Panthera, my personal choice, is normally black in color with the appearance of occasional spots or patterns. Their height ranges from 5'5" to 6'4" and weigh between 140lbs and 200lbs. Due to their dark coat, they excel in stealth when caught in darker environments. Alternatively, they stand out in lighter backgrounds. 

Kha'Leparda appears in brown, cream, or yellow fur, occasionally dotted with black spots. Their height ranges from 5' to 5'10", similar to humans, and weigh between 120lbs and 160lbs. This particular subspecies is considered the median of all Kha, with no specific traits or attributes. 

Kha'Cheetrah has tan or yellowish fur with an array of black dots scattered across their fur. They tend to be the smaller subrace with heights ranging from 4'6" and 5'4" and weigh between 80lbs and 140lbs. Due to their smaller size, the Kha'Cheetrah are more dexterous and agile. This allows them to quickly evade obstacles and maneuver quickly.

Kha'Tigrasi has the coat of a tiger, each with a unique face pattern. They are the larger subrace with heights ranging from 5'10" to 7' tall and weighing between 150lbs and 250lbs. Because of their sheer mass, they lack in agility but excel in strength. They are definitely the tallest and strongest of the Kha subraces. 

The Kha reach maturity by the age of fifteen, until then they are called "kittens" and act similarly to both human children and actual kittens. Once they reach the age of fifteen they go through a trial of adulthood, which grants them the title of "Si'/So'/Sa'." Kha grow very little afterward until they reach the age of 130, where they begin growing rapidly. Most Kha eventually pass by the age of 150, though there are a few exceptions where some are blessed by Metztli. 

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

In comparison to other Kharajyr species, the Kha'Pantera, also known as Pentera, are a subrace of the Kha who are much larger. Their entirely black (Jet black) fur coating is their most distinguishing characteristic. Although it is rare, the sub-race may or may not have variously colored dots all over its body. They strike a balance, depending on their genetics, having either a slender feature or a moderately well-built bod. The Kha'Pantera have lengthy tails that are or may be employed for balance, as well as very distinctive, sharply pointed ears on their heads. The Kha'Pantera's coat might at most take on a blue color in intense light.

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         Yes!

Are you aware that if this creature is shelved, your character may be given the option to revert or be indefinitely shelved?

         I am aware!

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         I understand

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[A letter would be pasted on the notice board of both Petra and Norland]

To whoever may read this, I wish to stay anonymous in fear for my safety. However, due to the recent posts around Petra, I find it necessary to speak about my own experience with the old leader of house Sigvardson, Sigmund Sigvardson. Some years ago, I was in a secret relationship with Sigmund. From the beginning, things were off. My naivety concealed the issues from my eyes and pushed me to act my very best. But even from those first few months, I was abused. I was made to feel less than. I was hit, pushed, slapped, threatened, yelled at, ignored, and pulled by my ears countless times. I believed for so long that I deserved such harsh punishment and words. It was not until he told me of his plan to marry a noblewoman. I thought this to be the end of our relationship, however, he said it would not be. He went into detail about how I would be his secret lover while he used the power and influence of the woman to have heirs and naught much more. I was pleased with the choice for a time and even saw it as a benefit. Though, With the help of my companions, the veil was lifted from my eyes; I could finally see how horrid of a person he was and how terrible he had always been and always will be. I saw how he treated his sister, threatened her, and hit her often. I saw how he treated me. I saw how he only really longed for nobility and power over others. And now I see how he would throw away his family for this power crave.

To anyone who may hear my plea, I ask you to read this and observe Sigmund. Take a closer look at how he treats those who love him. Recall the times you saw his real side hidden behind his golden mask. Finally, I thank you for reading this. For hearing my story and listening.

Thank you

Amir looked over the response missive. His brain connected the two dots, for once. He snarled, "Como Siempre. You throw away people who care about you. Throw away those who point out your Defectos because you're too orgulloso." He took in a breath. "Maybe people should know.." He mumbled quietly. "Maybe they should know how you treat those you love." Amir walked off to go write...

Amir looked at the document with a fading smile. His breath hitched in his chest as his hands shook a bit. "Hijo de puta.." He hissed under his breath. "If I see that... him.." He scratched at his thumb. "No. I can't see him again.." He took in a breath, then walked off.

OOC INFORMATION

Minecraft Username: Cactus_Tophat

Discord Username: _Cactus_#0571

RP INFORMATION

Persona Name: Amir Gonzalez
Age: 20

Race: Farfolk [Hyspania]

Applicable skills: catches fish, skills manning small boats, experience on rocky and gentle seas, some small seafaring terminology. 

Affiliations: Kingdom of Aaun