RatFromTheTrash

Pupils of amethyst caught sight of the letter, gaze trailing along the ink. "Oh." Grief. Such a charted ocean for the scar ridden 'ker suddenly caught him in the pull of its unrelenting tides. It was just a boy that had grown to see Enomi as family, ankles already dipped in that retrenched oceans shores. But, it was a drowning man now that needed her most, selfish as it may. Needed, but gone. A star in his constellation snuffed out, though a candle hued of black was lit instead, safely resting within the controlled confines of his own home. "Goodbye, Enomi." - "...I thank you, for everything."

TW for hinted suicide / suicide The Death of Anika Denodado 3rd of the Sun's Smile, year 168 of the Second Age. The wind whispered through the trees of Hyspia, as the sun descended beneath the ocean's horizon once more. A serene night unfolded, punctuated only by the rhythmic wash of waves on the shore. A pallid woman delicately removed the starry cloak draping her shoulders, folding it into a neat pile. With gentle hands, she took the dried cornflower from her hair, placing it on the cloak. Laughter echoed from the Minitz tavern on that fateful night in Almaris. A beautiful young woman with skin as fair as snow and another with one grey and one green eye greeted a black-haired woman adorned with twigs and sticks in her hair. With a soft click, the door closed behind the pale woman as she embarked on her final journey through Hyspia, accompanied only by the crickets and bugs that claimed the night. By the river's edge, a young, beautiful woman stood, her chin in the grip of a fanged female mali'ker. The 'ker's hand shifted upward, a crimson cut already present. A single drop of red dripped down the young woman's throat. Shadows shifted as the pale woman passed through the first of many gates in Hyspia, her gaze drifting over the nearby training grounds as her feet paused. A sharp breath pierced the air as the forever-young woman's gaze fixed on the cut in the hand of the black-haired woman with twigs and sticks in her hair, blood seeping from it. Fangs forcibly emerged from the woman's jaw, surging forward. Nevertheless, she tore her gaze from the training grounds, determined to reach the second gate. Within the hushed space of the library in Haense, the forever-young woman and a cloaked man stood, his hand extended towards hers. She accepted, though a sickly green fire seeped into her wrist, branding her with a perfect star-shaped scar. A sigh escaped her as moonlight filtered through the leaves of a nearby tree. The quiet pop and crackle of a fire filled the air as the pale woman's gaze turned towards the main gate. A crowned man and the forever-young woman sat on a picnic blanket, casual conversation filling the air as the sun disappeared over the mountain line in the background. A subtle hesitation coursed through the pale woman's frame as her attention shifted toward the tavern. Gradually, her steps carried her forward, choosing a meandering route rather than the straightforward path. A brown-haired man and the forever-young woman sat at a table in a quaint house, the fire popping in the background. The man's arm was idly extended behind his chair, an aurum mace in his grasp, gaze locked on the forever-young woman. Despite that, a coy smile remained on her face. Aviary birds chirped as the pale woman rounded the corner, disturbed by her presence at this late hour. Still, she reached into her pocket, producing a few spare seeds to toss. Crow's calls filled the silence, gloom settling as a faint fog enveloped the air. Graves and tombstones dotted the ground, yet the forever-young woman's gaze fixed on one, beside a black-haired woman with twigs and sticks in her hair and a boy with bright red hair. The grave bore a single name etched into the stone by hand: 'Anika.' With a whoosh, the birds swooped down for the seeds, cawing filling the air as arguments erupted among the murder. Eventually, the pale woman's gaze peeled away, continuing her trek forward. Iron chains clanked against the bars as the forever-young woman lunged forward, sharpened fangs extruding from her top jaw. Crimson ran from her arms, deep cuts making themselves known. Still, she struggled. Finally, the sandstone gates stood tall before the pale woman, though she pressed on, feet dragging over the aurum lines. Hidden away, a brown-eyed man and the pale woman rested together in a tender embrace, empty glass bottles scattered around as the moon's light streamed from above. Nothing, no distractions, no people could stop her now. Just her and the climb to the top. She reached the edge—the world seemed so small and minuscule from up here. Time stretched, elongating each heartbeat as she stood on the precipice of eternity. The moon above alone bore witness to her silent contemplation, casting a silver glow on the landscape below. The crickets' nocturnal chorus was the symphony accompanying her final act. Her weight tipped forwards—the air suddenly rushing through her hair, gushing in her ears. Everything seemed to spin, memories flashing before her eyes. Echoes of laughter from Minitz, the cold chains binding her wrists, and the sombre embrace in the hidden refuge with the brown-eyed man. When suddenly, it all stopped. When suddenly, she was free. [!] Letters were soon sent out, delivered in a pristine yellow envelope, each bearing a white wax seal of a single flower. Konstantin Denodado A'lia Vershar Kervallen Onon Vershar Kervallen The Denodados Sera Denodado Opal and Jasper Leontiy Ulrica The Sutharlainns News spreads, if you feel its reasonable for your character to know / find out, feel free to rp it.

THANK YOU TECH TEAM But, sandstone variants, glass, blackstone (it has gilded blackstone but not normal), glazed terracotta colours, signs, HONEY BLOCKS, aged copper variants, stripped logs !!

Username: RatFromTheTrash RP Name: Arianna Denodado Character Age: 13

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Edvard Jr. Kervallen Pinemaw, the 'Knife of Rozania' received the letter just as he woke up on his 18th. "Huh.. Knife of Rozania... I think I remember him saying something about that.." He muttered, a hand moving up to push the hair back from his face. Honestly, he wasn't sure how to react or reply, so instead he decided not to.. His dad probably knows hes grateful... right?

Edvard Jr Kervallen Pinemaw, the newly announced heir to House Pinemaw was handed this document by his father at... a bit of a bad time, though eventually when it all calmed down, he found a moment to look it over. "..Why me of all people..?" The teen questioned to himself, daze drifting up and down the document once more, just to check he could in fact read. "Does this mean I have to start paying attention to dad's work?"

Full Name: Alette Malthengolv Age: 18 Gender: Female Race: Human Rank: Recruit User: RatFromTheSky Discord: ratfromthetrash

RatFromTheSky Lili Kutrzeba Sutharlainn 83317

Uhier Va'eylul was drinking a nice glass of water - CHOKING as he reads the missive, almost spitting his drink out next to him! "Zkyrel?! Last time I spoke to Zielle she did not even have friends, let alone a fiancé?!"

A certain ghost 'kitty' makes a point to float by the winery sometime, remembering a friendly chat she had with an elf there!

While the Sutharlainns mourn the lost of their clan head... A 'ker peacefully sits at home with his Silver haired daughter, braiding her hair as he gently hums. "They cannot hurt you anymore.. malii’lari."

[!] Posters have been hung up around Lurin...

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In the ancient realm of Almaris, on a fateful night in Nor'asath, when darkness blanketed the land, a baby Maehr was born into a world teetering on the edge of chaos. This child, named Uhier, carried a weighty purpose of his name - ‘To Seek.’ The first years of Uhier's life were seemingly ordinary, akin to any other Maehr child at the time. He reveled in the love of his Clan and family, finding solace in the confines of his cozy room and the companionship of his loyal animal friends. But fate had a cruel twist in store for young Uhier. When he reached the tender age of six, a seemingly innocent hunting trip with his mother turned into a nightmare that would forever haunt him. Amidst the solemn act of making an offering to Votar, the Spirit of the Hunt, an unforeseen malevolence intervened. A woman, her blonde hair contrasting sharply with her dull blue eyes, abruptly snatched Uhier by his hair, tearing him away from his distraught mother. A dagger pressed against his throat, his innocence shattered at the hands of a stranger. Though he managed to escape her clutches, the trauma etched its mark on his soul, forever shadowing his every step. Two years later, as Uhier frolicked through the streets of Nor'asath with his mother, a sinister omen befell them. His Uncle Namo fell victim to an inexplicable horror. Blood, crimson and merciless, poured from Namo's eyes, mouth, nose, staining the once-vibrant ground with macabre intensity. Helpless and wide-eyed, the eight-year-old Uhier bore witness to this nightmarish spectacle, his youthful innocence waning in the face of such brutality. But the onslaught of adversity was far from over. Around the age of ten, a relentless wave of Mori attacks ravaged their homeland. Forced to abandon their cherished home, Uhier and countless others became refugees, constantly haunted by the looming threat of annihilation. In the midst of this turmoil, Uhier found brief respite, an eerie calm before the next storm, his mind consumed by the relentless anticipation of the next onslaught. By the time he reached thirteen, Almaris succumbed entirely to the relentless tide of darkness. Uhier sought refuge in the depths of the underground, spending the year navigating the caves. Within the confines of the subterranean realm, he offered aid in the clinic, witnessing the gradual descent of his friend Blume into madness, a helpless bystander to her deteriorating sanity. Emerging from the depths, Uhier divided his time between The Hunters Lounge and The Mothers Grove camp, shouldering the responsibility of caring for the other children despite his tender age of fourteen. At fifteen, he faced yet another perilous encounter. A Throqal attack left him on the precipice of death, scars etching his left side as a permanent reminder of that harrowing day. These relentless trials, one after another, accumulated, festering like open wounds in his mind, robbing him of childhood joys, eroding trust in others, and erasing his faith in himself. During those formative years, from six to thirteen, Uhier sought solace in the numbing embrace of drugs and alcohol. In his darkest moments, he sought refuge within the inebriation that dulled the pain, both in the company of others and in the depths of solitude. But fate had a twisted sense of irony. One day, as Uhier sat alone beneath the boughs of the wishing tree, a pale elfess appeared before him. Showing an ancient power, she offered to resolve a trivial matter, but it was her enigmatic abilities that captivated him. Intrigued by the otherworldly force she commanded, they engaged in conversation, and she extended an audacious offer to Uhier. Sensing an opportunity, he accepted without much hesitation, perhaps a show of foolishness, perhaps wise, sealing their deal amidst the murky swamps that harbored sinister creatures. As she extended her hand, he grasped it firmly, and suddenly, he found himself submerged in an abyss of silence. A haunting voice reverberated through the depths of his mind, echoing relentlessly, demanding one thing above all else—"EYES. WE DEMAND EYES." The voice pierced his consciousness, igniting an insatiable desire, an obsession with the divine. The shackles of his traumatic past, which had hindered him from so much, shattered like the ocean's depths parting. With an unwavering resolve, he returned the following day, once again accepting the elfess' outstretched hand. They demanded his sacrifice, and she presented him with a wicked stiletto dagger. At the age of eighteen, Uhier made a choice that defied reason and defiled his own flesh. He severed his own eyes, plunging himself into darkness, a testament to his unwavering dedication to his newfound obsession. Thus, he continued his journey, a man consumed by his insatiable thirst for power and divine understanding. He pretended to be fine, concealing his pain beneath a stoic facade. But when left alone in the suffocating embrace of darkness, blind to the world around him, he reached his depths. In the confines of his room, at a mere nineteen years of age, he tilted his head skyward, yearning for guidance from the celestial bodies above—a final plea to the divine entities responsible for his suffering, a plea for control. With fervent desperation, he implored these capricious beings to grant him the power to bestow upon others the despair that had befallen him, to show the ignorant masses the true nature of their fortune. If the divine had chosen him as a vessel for such anguish, the least they could offer in return was the means to share it with the world.

Uhier Va'eylul 'The Golden Throw' had just finished getting told off by all his family and friends for going on such a dangerous mission, when he'd sit down to read the missive. "Why is it always spiders? Fighting an evil goat, or frog would be a nice change.." He'd mutter to himself, as he stands back up once more to head over to the victory tavern night, his pet Nepema sitting on his shoulder.

As Naesys Scriverner hops her way off the boat, she'd stretch her arms out above her head, as her gaze takes a glance around at this new horizon. Though, she'd pause when she sets eyes on Raizel, and would bring a hand up to cover her mouth as she lets out a small giggle. "It wasn't that bad Uncle!" She'd snicker, as she rummages through her satchel resting against her side. Eventually, she'd pull out a bottle of fresh water, and hand it over towards him.