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Yra stares at the missive for a while, with unseeing eyes, before the paper crumples in her hands. "Ye stupid fool. I told ye te be careful didn't I? Just wait fer me te come 'aunt ye 'n tha' damn forest." Not long later, the mournful tune of a flute carries on the winds of Asuras. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A silent prayer is said at an unmarked grave. A tired sister, mourning yet another loss as nature cries for the fallen sister. She turns then, to give her twin a tight hug, fondly thinking back to the woman she'd met maybe once or twice, but certainly had not disliked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amidst the rubble sat a motionless figure. White hair dirtied from dirt and blood. A pool that spread out from the rubble before him. Blank, empty eyes stared at nothing for a long time. In his hands were clenched a bag, and a staff. A familiar, now bloody staff. Perhaps he should have stayed, he reminisces. Paid his respects a bit longer at that flowery grave he'd carried his aunt-turned-mother to. Stayed at the place where he'd seen her face for the last time a bit longer... He hadn't had the heart. All the people there, silently mourning. It felt as if they'd been judging him. He hadn't been there. Had not given his all to protect the last of his family. And now, he was alone. It was odd. He probably should be having more feelings about that. All that was on his mind however, was that this seemed like a terribly lonely way to go. Alone, buried beneath all that rubble. Still. He would have happily taken her place. A bird lands, not too far away. A final letter.... Numb fingers tear the paper open, and silence follows, before a humorless laugh is given. 'Life to spite the world huh?' He considers it. "...but haelun...what ef I ne want teh spite teh world anymore?"

The Eltaliyna peeks on over and snorts at the poorly forged signature. "This 's givin' flashbacks te 'Sir Nalinor'" Clearly, she finds it hillarious.

Somewhere amidst the waves drifted a lone druid. Entirely alone, save for the bloom of sea pillows drifting along the currents with her. The sudden bouts of heavy sadness and the lingering pain that follows have gotten all too familiar these last few years, as two more of her fellow druii depart from this life. Bicolored eyes squeeze shut for a moment, before she continues to stare up at the sky, wondering, not for the first time, if it is all worth it. A certain gremlin of an elfess, an old friend, would sadly remain unaware to the cries of nature, so it was unlikely she would find out for a while yet. But once she did, the sad tunes of a sorrowful flute would carry on the fiends, as Yra mourned yet another one of her dear friends. It had been a good run for him indeed, he would be remembered.

No but as a Sorvian player, I absolutely love this. The whimsy! The aesthetics! Plus, as Hawkeye said, it isn't purely CRP focused. I really think they can add a lot of fun roleplay to both Sorvians and descendants who choose to get one. Really hope this gets accepted <3

Every day I think LOTC can't disappoint me further... every day I'm proven wrong.

MC Name: FOOBje Discord: foob2383 Image: Description of Image: A painting made by the character. Dimensions: 1x1

Stares at the missive blankly for a bit, having paused her usual tasks. After a bit, she breathes out a slow, deliberate breath. "So this es yer choice...runnin' away huh? 'ow disappointin'." She went on with her day, though her mood was decidedly ruined. A council meeting would have to be held soon.

The Eltaliyna glances over the missive, heaving a heavy sigh. "Druii bein' 'ipocrites, who woulda thought?" She doesn't sound surprised at all. "Ye'd think they'd be wise 'nough te keep politics 'n druid matters separate, but I s'ppose tha' was te much te ask. 'ow disappointin'." Yra'lissa goes to find the other council members then, to ask what in Aspects name had prompted the hatred against her people this time. Since she usually kept out of politics, she was rather out of the loop.

Yra'lissa scans over the notice with a frown. "Good riddance, finally 's better then never, I s'ppose. At least she kept her word." The Eltaliyna had her thoughts about the whole situation, but she would keep her judgement to herself until the trial. For now, she returns to her tasks.

I shall live in the cheese mountain. Praise the cheese, cheese is life!

The missive crumpled in the hands of the black haired elfess. For a while, all she would do is stand motionless, processing. "The world is a cruel cruel place...may the afterlife treat you kinder. Ahernal ito Sinner." The woman mumbled. The sad melody of a bamboo flute carried out over the fjords and cliffs. A last ode to a respected teacher and friend.

A string of curses is muttered under the breath of the black haired elfess. She'd only been gone for a few minutes, but she'd returned to utter chaos and now she was going to be busy in the clinic all night. The urge to hunt the clown who pulled this down was high, if only so she could demand the lifetime supply of coffee she'd need after this. There was little time to check the extra missives, so they mostly went ignored.

Moss blocks, Mossy cobblestone and variants. Tuff. Mossy stone bricks and variants.