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MC Name:

         simpleglitchbro

Character's Name:

         Váli

Character's Age:

         52

Character's Race:

         Highlander

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Bardmancy: Aesthetic, Movement, and Word

Teacher's MC Name:

         ShinyBluePikachu

Teacher's RP Name:

         Sera Gylldene

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

As the calls of the Captain (@PanicZealot) echo through the dense trees, they fall on the ears of a figure, perched on a nearby branch, sturdy enough to support his light frame. Grimm waits for Vicnan to leave the scene, before dropping down to the dirt, glancing over the path while muttering to himself "Shoulda known something was wrong when she wasn't freaking out at me every day." he squats down and inspects the scene for something-anything to help find her. "Not letting her disappear like this." While he was infuriated by half the things she did, he couldn't deny that Sinner, Farian, and the Gylldenes were like family to him. He takes a deep breath, before uttering out in a shaky voice.

"I'm not losing any more family."

Váli smiles wider than Blanca.

"Thank the Father, it's finally over."

Váli sits on the shores of Lake Ancelie with a smile on his face as he reads the letter. He glances up to his hippocampus with a grin "Looks like someone's interested in studying our fish life. What do you say, want her to get a look at you, Sleipnir?" the hippocampus gives off a gurgling sound that somewhat resembles a neigh. Váli stands up from the shores and makes his way inside to send a letter to the Balian woman.

Would +2 if I could, gib more cool Ashwood stuff please

Váli smiles overlooking the flattened keep, "All the piled up dirt in the world didn't save them. The Father's flame burnt bright for us. It certainly did for the rest of my cannon squad." He thumps a hand over his armored chest, then shouting over the battlefield "Do you hear me, Veletz?! This is what comes to those who ally themselves with darkspawn! There's nowhere you can hide that we won't find you!"

Váli simply nods to himself "Aye, I'll be there."

Váli Freysson Ruric takes a moment to wipe clean the blood and guts from his blade. He smiles, glancing over to the captured Krug banner, and the gobs of loot he gathered. 

"I said justice will be done. And I'm not a liar."

A smirk then grows on his face "I even snagged a little trophy from the Rex. Guess it's my lucky day."

Váli Freysson Ruric shakes his head as he reads the letter "Poor hobo...we would've given him a home. As long as...Io didn't get to him first."

Váli growls upon reading the words "You capture one of my brothers, you pillage neutral land, you bring darkspawn into your ranks...

...and we're the bad ones?"

he shakes his head "This will be settled on the battlefield. Righteous justice will be done."

Váli speaks his thoughts aloud as he sharpens his blade following the news. "Let the enemy continue their blustering, prattle is meaningless, their words carry no weight when their only purpose is to bluster about themselves, call themselves the good ones while they ally with those born of the dark. Have better words to speak, or let your blade do the speaking for you. We shall do the same." 

"For one who calls us tonguedancers, they really sure do love to talk themselves up, don't they?"

"A Wordsmith after my own heart. Maybe we should put him in a Flyting arena with Farian, see who comes out on top!" Váli muses to himself over a pint of Ashwood Spirits. "It'll be an honor to fight by the side of such a storied soldier. I bet you the Veletzians aren't having a good time watching their chain of command crumble!"

The Freysson Purifier only makes it two and a third sentences in before promptly ripping the paper up. “Better to be used as Kindling. Even then, it would be an insult to use his words to warm our young and cook our food.”

Váli is ready to trebcuhet once more. After all, last time, they just kept trebbing, and it just kept working!

I'm just about to hit my first year on the server, so while I don't know about the entirety of the history of the CT members, through my personal experience trying to join community team, yeah something needs to change.

I applied when I was a few months in. Early, I know, but my application took an upward of 7 months to be looked at. That was before any correspondence on whether I would be interviewed or not. From there, I got the interview within a couple days, which was done fast and concise, and the people interviewing were amazing. I was told I would be given an answer by the weekend. That was over a month ago now, and I've yet to hear any word about my decision. If I was denied, I don't know, if I was accepted, I haven't been told. I even DM'd people personally about it and only got radio silence. 

It's not just a lack of action, it's a lack of communication, and CT is so far the only team I've had issues getting responses from, so it's not a staff-wide problem. The CT have been great to interact with, very clear, concise, and polite-but they barely ever get back to anything I've asked them. It's a real problem that doesn't just exist during the Coalition War.

A young Freysson cracks a smile. Despite having no memory of a siege even happening, he still feels some sense of pride. Whether that be for his people, or the artillery strikes he lacks memory of doing, it doesn't matter. "That's one victory. Now, let the dominoes fall."

"One more rallied to the cause!"  A young Freysson shouts in his room, probably waking up his sisters.

Váli Freysson Ruric muses to himself while reading "Darkspawn killing time." he storms through the town, knocking on the doors of his fellow Purifiers "Rise and shine brothers! We have work to do!"

Raijen's been awesome for the little bit of time I've known them. Huge +1 on this.

A young Freysson glances over the missive with a curious gaze "That's...unexpected. But certainly not unwelcome." he chuckles, folding the missive up and placing it on his desk "I'm excited to pay them a visit."

Harvest Festivities

A letter on a new Harvest Festival.

Brothers and Sisters,

The trees around our kingdom are beginning to shed their leaves, and with them, the arrival of the harvest season. All across Solheim, the Harvest spirit lives on, despite the troubling times we have found ourselves in. And so, it is with a smile that I announce this year’s Harvest Home Decorating Contest! Allow me to outline the rules:

The contest will run for one Ashen week, and within that time frame you will be free to decorate the inside and outside of your house as much as you wish! Your decorations cannot block the street, however. We have to keep things running smoothly, after all!

When the time comes to finally judge the houses, our judging team will visit each house and grade them personally. If you have decorations on the inside, please specify such in your registration. Once the scores have all been tallied up, we will announce the winners!  The prizes will be hand crafted traditional Norlandic sweets, with the grand prize being the Golden Pumpkin Trophy!

I also would like to state that a new situation has begun to develop. It appears that even our old foes have begun to be infected by the Harvest Spirit! Some of you might remember the mimic situation we were dealing with a while back: well, color me surprised when I saw one of them mimicking a plush form of Io! Instinctively, I drew my sword, but this plush instead gave me a piece of hardened Ashwood Sap Candy. How it got its hands on it, I’ll never know, but for now, if you see a plush form of one of our friends acting strangely, don’t be afraid! If you approach them, they will give you candy! Something might even happen if you find them all, who knows?

I encourage you all to not only welcome our new Neveahlen friends to the festivities, but also these friendly mimics! They’re here to have fun, so let’s all give them a warm welcome! Until I next speak to you again, please enjoy the Harvest Festivities to your heart’s delight! Indulge yourself in all the candy you can find, and truly get into the spirit of the Harvest!

Sincerely,

Grimm lets out a soft chuckle "Really? That's all they wanted?"

Styx once again does not care in the slightest about anything other than their animals (expectedly).

Váli shrugs upon reading the missive "Peace in our time?"

Grimm immediately gets to writing a letter for Medea.

Styx is busy catching platypi

Váli gazes over the document "I hope the Vikelans are able to stand on their own like this."

A Message for My Kinsmen

     To my brothers and sisters within the Flame,

     You may very well not know my name, I am a fledgling member of the Red Faith, and one that I doubt many of you will find reason to listen to, however I feel that for those few out there who may find guidance somewhere within my web of words, I must say my piece. When the High Keeper asked of me and my sister our paragon choices, I struggled to choose. I had always admired the Wordsmith, and I feel that now, I may be able to see for certain whether the path of the quill is the correct one for me. So to any and all who desire to hear me out, listen well, and with an open mind. Though this may be my first writing, I have been ruminating the ideas in my head for quite longer than I frankly should have.

     I would like to begin by bringing forth a prior interpretation of events under the teachings of the Faith. Penned by my very own cousin, this passage attempts to rationalize the suffering and indignations inflicted upon our people by the Mori’Quessir. While I bore no witness to the bloodshed and havoc they had wrought, I believe my perspective as a fresh set of eyes may be invaluable to such an outlook. I believe that if we shift our viewpoints slightly, we may be able to truly stand tall, and our glorious nation may attain a life everlasting for eons to come.

     “The All Father’s Warning” makes the claim that the period of darkness in which we were forced to stand against the Mori alone, without the Father’s Flame, was a warning. That we had grown too weak and unworthy of the Dawnlord’s grace, and that in his eternal struggle against the forces of the dark, we had all but abandoned our savior in our own complacency.

     My brothers and sisters, I would like to bring you back to the first descension of the All-Father. When all hope had seemingly died, Thoromir Ruricsson Armahnk was visited by the Father himself, carrying his ever burning flame, shining brightly in the night. He guided Thoromir out of the snowstorm, and into a new age for his people, choosing him to be his prophet and the first Keeper of the Red Faith. I ask you, my fellow kinsmen, to compare this situation with that of the Mori’Quessir. My cousin believed that the flame did not appear for us because we were not worthy of it, however, I believe it to be a different reason. The Herald was not visited by the Dawnlord until the time was right, and he was on the brink of death and defeat. He intervened to save his chosen prophet, and to guide him out of the night and into the heat of day. Our people were not yet close enough for him to intervene, I do not believe this to have been a warning, no…I believe it to have been a test.

    The question of worthiness was raised within this ruling interpretation, and it’s one I’d like to revisit, and offer my opinion of. I believe that, to be truly worthy of the respect of the All-Father, you must be able to stand tall without his help. Only when you become a force able to stand against the Long Dark, will you be worthy of the greatest ally above all. I believe that, in an effort to test our own worthiness of his grace, the Father decided not to intervene until the situation was desperate. I believe he desired a certain outcome, one that we had accomplished to his liking. He desired us to demonstrate our ability to band together, all descendants, under the shared goal of stopping this encroaching threat. He desired us to cultivate our own Flame, one borne not from his intervention, rather born from our camaraderie and the strength within each and every one of us. A flame that would burn so brightly one might mistake it for the Dawnlord himself. And I believe that we succeeded, and were granted our second chance, a life anew on the land of Solheim. And that is why we named it Solheim, is it not? After so long under the dark caves underneath Nyrheim, we were granted a new land on the surface again, a new home; a brand new light. 

     Brothers and sisters, I will not ask you to place your faith within my interpretation of events. After all, I am but a simple Norlander taking note of the things around me. I am not a great man, like my father, nor a stunning intellectual, like my mother. However I ask that you consider my words, for their mere existence may bring some of you to look at the will of the Father in your own ways, and perhaps ignite some of you to bring about your own interpretations as well.

     Until that time in which I speak with you yet again, take care my brothers and sisters.

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