Orino

As a young elf sat in the patches of daylight that fade in the night of his hair, the sun bunny hopped out of the shadows and sought a new hill in the leaves of a wrath. His pale hands intertwined with the leaves as he weaved daffodils and daisies together, the nature embracing and being embraced. And as a petal fell, his gaze traced its graceful descent before it stopped at the parchment at the foot of his bed. Lost in thought he had forgotten it was even there, but as the petal brushes an illuminated letter, he reads about the bright future of his beloved home, the House of Adilers - the Duchy of Maerh’nor, and the thought makes his heart warm.

In the heart's journey, a star-gazing wanderer disturbs the river's gentle flow, bringing his ceaseless travels to a sudden standstill. With a rustle he retrieves a stack of latest histories, and reading by the moonlight, he feels one of the texts ignite with sunshine warmth. Upon the sparkled contemplation, he receives a sense of longing, when his wrinkly finger traces the parchment. The tales of nomads and their stories, family and nature all resonate with memories that have been left to dry like old paint. That very night, he takes up his brush once more, dipping it into the crimson hue from the day's hunt. With purposeful strokes, he inscribes a vine encircling his weathered arm, each leaf a fervent wish for the distant tribe's enduring fortune and flourishing, akin to the vitality of spring in their ancestral stride.

IGN: OrinosEye5k RP NAME: Markward Orino PERSONA ID: 79076

The foreigner-looking elf stood amongst the group, his stone-cold figure dulling the glow of gemstone sand. While staring at the oasis, safe heaven among the death-retching dunes he prayed: "Praised be the sun-adorned leader and his flock that shall gift tranquility and purity to all that breathes life. My lies in Ka'tau law, to bring more peace than war."

MC Name: BagelIsTaken RP Name: Khel'wyn Adiler Persona ID: 84489

A certain elder of Minitz claps at the missive: "Sounds lovely! I should start preparing now-", he looks over to the burned steak he served himself today, "so as not to accidentally poison anyone..."

The sound of waves gently cascaded into the traveler's ear, a soft yet persistent melody of nature, awakening an innate desire for adventure and discovery. As they walked along the shoreline, a cold stream's path converged with the coast, carrying with it an item of a tragic past – a battered journal. The traveller, intrigued, picked it up, marvelling at its age-worn cover. Softly, the journal urged itself open, as if beckoning an alien eye to peer into the heart of its tale. It revealed more than words and scribbles; it revealed a story, a feeling, and most importantly, a fate. Against the back of the ledger, ink seeped into the fibres, bearing witness to its keeper's plight. Desperate for truth, he chased after shadows and whispers. Incisions and gashes tore the soaked pages, echoes of the bites and scratches inflicted by a monstrous being. Be it a treatise on science or a restless reverie, all were subject to the ironclad ruler of logic and reason. Each word and letter are arranged with such precision that one would be hard-pressed to detect even a sliver of sentiment within its rigid structure, neglecting all emotion for a higher virtue. Words etched stream sometimes revealed: “I don’t understand”, “lost touch”, misplaced and layered atop the countless studies. As pages turned more screamed of liars, terrors and mislead, all blossoming with fervour and infectious spite. Steeped in the cold, unforgiving embrace of saltwater, the journal – much like its owner – found refuge in the waves. Exhausted, and defeated, both were swept into the sea's serenade, submitting the story to the pull of the tide. Soon, a kind soul found the book and sheltered it, then shared its tale with all those whose names were present. The notes awaited. @Periphonics @AmericanSniper52 @Pixicat OOC: A new tide fell on the beach, signaling disturbance. The peace of death won’t last lost.

An old man feels so engulfed in the ethereal world of a vibrant and dreamy magazine that he's inspired to take the quiz himself: "Eunica, huh? Thought so, I love flower crowns as well", he mused while nestled next to his daughter's parrots, "I wonder what Ether would say if I brought 'er one of the dolls"

"I regret learning to read..", a disappointed warrior sets the missive aflame with a sad frown, hoping it's all just a big joke.

The culprit of the events himself would find solace on the cushion of an empty library; his eyes drank the ink until the pool run dry. He read the final line and couldn't hold his thought, and thus the rhyme was born in frantic dance of word: In search of a mellow gleam I strived, But stage lights blindsided, left me deprived. Their brilliance, so dazzling, obscured my sight, Unable to showcase my envisioned light. I yearned to shine with a gentle hue, Yet blinded by the stage, my dreams askew. The mellow gleam I sought, hidden from view, Lost in the glare, my vision withdrew. Oh, stage lights, you stole my intended glow, Concealed the brilliance I wanted to show. Though blinded, I'll find a way to ignite, And share my mellow gleam with all in sight.

this really helped the vibe while I was reading

CULT POGG!!

Markward Orino submits his vote with oddly decent handwriting this time.

I'm an evil cow psychopath IRL, so "moo" also this guide help me a lot, cuz I was afraid that if I was loosing during my rp of a psycho I was just a bad psycho, but thx for reassurance.

My adoption really came with extra package, huh- 🔫 I'm kidding play their twin if you can 'n want