UniBearse

A letter was written to the overlords of Valmont 'If they fail to pay, may I have the corpses of the defeated to experiment with?'

The news reached the youngest of the nardozh. He could only sit at the edge of the temple beneath the statue of the Mother Moon with her outstretched arms as if waiting to embrace her children. Solaris raised his own flute as he blew out a tune, one similar to his fellow bard as the gentle hum filled the solemn sanctuary of the Maehr. "vekylel gerkgoule obelysa laav, uhv’ura vayna a'verm duran a'vekylel zy mayluel nemtu Tom'eta a'ghetul, Helun-Velulaeya tom uhv’ura honyr."

can I inherit his MAs and FAs

An Elfess will prepare a gift for the generous Lord that welcomed her and showed kindness.

A Dark elven bard sits at the top of an isle, watching as the sun falls down to the horizon and bring out the blessed night. Taking out an instrument, he began to play a solemn melody. The familiar glittering of orange hued mana circled around him as it envisioned the familiar Praeterian ship that had docked in Cerulia. Letting the cold sea breeze deliver his melodies to its destination, wherever it may be.

Coming across a lengthy missive, she took the time to read them with her tea as if it's her morning routine. Luthien slowly frowned as she began to read more "Maybe I should find my daughter..."

A Darmyr-Olannora busies himself with the last section of the library, ready to announce it's opening to his kin, tough such missive certainly took his attention. He hopes he is able to meet the concerned Spiritualist to have an exchange of knowledge.

Sòn Altes Réyal, Prinsès Luthién Linde Viola De Vikela . It was a title and a name she had never truly come to terms with, and yet from practice and use of culture she had come to embody it well. “Do you know what Vikela means? It’s ‘protector of the people’,” a woman’s voice said. Yes, that’s what she had been constantly doing, protecting people for she was not able to protect her own. . . “You have many names. The Viola that is as strong as a warrior, the Sinan that comes from a line of doctors, and the De Astrea which are leaders… We are not De Astrea by blood, but we must carry their name, for they have given us a family that showed us love and care for one another.” A Rabbit’s Loyalty . . . When the kingdom came down and was left in ruins, the voice had left behind a promise and for twenty years it was kept. Moving through life in isolation, with only a flimsy promise to hold onto, a traitor and a runaway - a sorry excuse of a princess who didn’t even stand by her own home… But the voice came back and stood tall as she opened her arms to welcome her, then said the words she had always hoped to hear, “My blossom, I’m finally home.” . . . . But what are all these titles and their meanings meant for if she had taken for granted the one person that always stood by her side and supported her from the shadows? How much she screamed at her and questioned her love when she didn’t know any better. Regret - it was the loudest voice she could hear in her mind, and it seemed it was hard to ignore this time. . . . . Now, Luthién wails, letting out harrowing screams as she wished to have been a better daughter; A woman who had done incredible feats reduced to a crying child ❀° ┄──────────────────────────╮ Truly, she was and always had been the most spoiled of princesses. ╰─────────────────────────┄ °❀

the son of the character that had those made now uses them! I managed to figure out how to put them in figura as is :D

is there a gallery of what all textures correspond to speciific words? edit: WAIT MY SPEAR, GUITAR, AND LYRE HARP IS HERE :0

"Surely this is misplaced anger, atleast specifically to her?" Luthien said as she showed the letter to her husband

Solaris Maiheiuh-Delevoye, BardMaster of the Bard College signs the settlement's charter. ((IGN: unni5k))

MC Name: unni5k Discord: unibearse Image: Description of Image: Little Sunflower Dimensions: 1x1

"Surely Vulzya wouldn't mind if I just bring in......the bard caravan....right?" The Bardmaster wondered being packing on his belongings and family herlooms

you are amazing

I will always support bard stuff no matter what

do you flesh out the backstories of your characters? or do you run on vibes?

"I'm gonna strangle this old man" The Baker Lady stated in the middle of her stress cookies

MC Name: _unni_ Discord: unibearse Image: Description of Image: Elders of the family Dimensions: 3x1

Luthien would be busy upon the kitchen, cooking and brewing, just making sure she had enough food for the amount of guests these two had invited. At some point she asked her entire family to help along.

MC Name: _unni_ Discord: unibearse Image: Description of Image: Diploma of Completion Dimensions: 1x1

MC Name: _unni_ Discord: unibearse Image: Description of Image: Little Monarch Dimensions: 1x1

‿︵‿︵‿୨ [ Zagraath ] ୧‿︵‿︵‿ Spirit of Maehrian Vitality Lesser of Akezo, Spirit of Healing, Vitality, and Healing ✦•························•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•························•✦ What are you waiting for? Chase it. ·····•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•···· Within the bustling coastal city of Cerulia, a group of Maehr settled themselves to visit a realm that was full of life and shimmer, welcoming and warm that just seemed to bring a sense of ease and soothing. A flash of a white being seemed to gallop from one stream to another, as if beckoning those that witnessed it to join after. The two novices under watchful gaze seemed to make chase, though one seemed to easily copy such elegant movements while the other had to take time and recover. One hurdle after another, being would stop upon a challenge that seemed to test their will, the stream that brought a challenge. With two varying results, the spirit could not help but ask: What is it you seek? Why do you run through my forests? One answers in nervousness while the other in confidence: Osyen Aeth Nyraz Maehrvot If you deem me fit, a pact with this young farseer is what I seek A moment of deep sigh came upon their breathing, lowering its head to present the horns that had displayed ethereal majesty: I demand a shrine made to honour me, forevermore. Offerings given in my name, Mend those who are in need and remind them of my might. Place a hand upon my horns and seal your pact mortals. And thus the realm seemed to have brought them back to reality, groggy and a strained neck though one that filled their heart with fulfillment, the start of their journey as shamans….

Luthien would gift a set of baked pastries to her friend, fully supporting her decision.