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  1. 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?"
  2. The Eltaliyna peeks on over and snorts at the poorly forged signature. "This 's givin' flashbacks te 'Sir Nalinor'" Clearly, she finds it hillarious.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  5. My disappointment in this server has reached new lows. Is it finally time to move on?

    1. Samler

      Samler

      First time?

    2. FOOB

      FOOB

      No. Just another nail in the coffin. This server has its nicer parts too though, mostly the friends we made along the way, so I fear I will never truly leave.

  6. Every day I think LOTC can't disappoint me further... every day I'm proven wrong.
  7. MC Name: FOOBje Discord: foob2383 Image: Description of Image: A painting made by the character. Dimensions: 1x1
  8. 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.
  9. 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.
  10. 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.
  11. I shall live in the cheese mountain. Praise the cheese, cheese is life!
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. Moss blocks, Mossy cobblestone and variants. Tuff. Mossy stone bricks and variants.
  15. [!] One silent elfess had quickly brought all of her critters to a non-flooded zone, quietly mourning the temporary loss of her house. [!] One far more vocal woman was loudly cursing out the fool that flooded her basement.
  16. [!] A fairly short Mali'ame stops her flute play, chuckling quietly to herself for a moment. "Es tha' so...." She goes back to playing soon after, as if nothing had ever happened.
  17. MC Name: FOOBje RP Name: Yra'lissa Persona ID: 80554
  18. FOOB

    Noobje2538475

    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, β€œWhat brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, β€œTell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Example: An awkward silence follows. Yralissa awkwardly shuffles in place, hesitant on what to answer. Her mom had warned her to never be too trusting of people, and with the life she'd led, Yralissa can't blame her. But now, her mom has retired, finally finding some rest from her crazy adventures, and it falls to Yra to continue their story, however she'd like to write it. A few moments pass, before Yra lowers herself onto the cushion, finding no harm in telling the old woman her story, short as it may be up until now. she'll fix that though, that's why she set out. "I came into this world, not so long ago, a mere 20 moons, in the city of Elvenesse." Yra started her story. "My mom had been a great adventurer in her time, spending the most of it out on the road with her group of adventures. She always told me the craziest stories about those days." Yra gets all starry eyed, as she rambles on about the stories her mother would tell her before she went to bed, reliving the fond memories, and not noticing she'd began rambling and strayed off topic, until the woman cleared her throat. "Oh right, we were talking about me, not about mom. Anyways, she retired, found some wood elf she wanted to marry when she stayed in Elvenesse, and thus, I was born." Yra explains, lightly blushing in embarrassment from being called out on her bad habits. She quickly continued, as to not draw too much attention to it. "Never knew my father though, mom would never tell what happened, or why he left, but I'm sure he's still alive out there...somewhere..." Yra's eyes stray, as they glass over, debating the actions of her father for herself as she'd done many a time before, never reaching a conclusion, but always wondering. She shook her head, willing herself out of the depressive thoughts. "Anyways, mom thought I should also experience my share of adventures, seeing as she's too old now, so as soon as I became an adult, she let me into the world. I've been travelling for round and about 2 years now, finding all sorts of new adventures. New people, new cultures, new creatures, everything mom talked about, it's amazing and..." Yra kept rambling as the old hag regarded the enthusiastic girl with a fond expression. She was young, still far too innocent to some of the horrors that the world knew, but she'd figure it out with time, as she would continue travelling, collecting stories and experiences along the way.
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