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    Alexander Nightingale
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  1. Tilruir'tir Nightingale looked over the missive. His brow was furrowed in concern. "I have absolutely no idea who this elf is." He muttered. "How foolish. Who even has the audacity to pin such a missive with no concrete evidence to support their claims..." Upon further reading the responses of such a missive, Alexander's concern faded quickly. Losing interest, he continued off on his patrol.
  2. Alexander paused, seeing the notice. His eyes widened in excitement. "Finally! . . . It is time for Father Sonny to shine." The armored mali maliciously chortled, continuing on his patrol humming quietly. "Ah.... I cannot wait to kill my brother."
  3. Alexander, while heading to a research class in the library took a moment to read over the paper. "Oo.. sounds like quite the debate. I think I'd be interested in attending such." He whispered to himself, continuing on his way.
  4. "This sounds like a valuable opportunity. I will be there!" Tilruir'tir Nightingale exclaims in the square upon seeing the notice.
  5. A Report of the leading up events of San Luciano and final battle of Almaris: Night fell on the land of Alamaris - Haelun'or knew to prepare themselves taking the unnatural darkness as a sign of warning. Alas, they were correct in doing so for war horns echoed over the sea bordering elcihi thillin. The smell of gunpowder and rot billowed through the marbled pristine halls. Suddenly, the ground shook. elSillumiran gathered , rallied in the main square, prepared to defend their homeland, and her citizens. elSillumiran spread out on the overarching walls and stood ready for whatever was coming their way. The ground split from beneath them and from the center of elcihi mori began to claw their way into their sacred home. Through great teamwork, alchemic weaponry and discipline they slowed the creatures down from clawing their way up from the depths, and holding their ground against the flanking pirates that assaulted the back of elcihi. However - there was no end to them , and Haelun'ors galant struggle proved to in the end be futile against the dark magic at play. A high tidal wave crashed against the walls, flooding elcihi we once called home. Haelun’or was routed and was compelled to flee back to Savoy for the safety of her people. Together with the other descendant survivors of the Mori’s attacks, they gathered for one last fight in the last remaining standing city. The war was grand, forces pincered the remaining descendants from all angles; however, they managed to hold their ground over a multitude of aggressive attacks, and waves from the dastardly flying, acid spitting creatures that had plagued the realm for the last couple years. Haelun'or demonstrated excellent militant skills with their organization and the leadership presented. Not a single Sillumir or Haelun’orian was lost. The remaining descendants had their last stand in the Savoy palace just barely managing to escape thanks to a splitting crack that emerged in its center. In the end, they were forced to retreat deep down into a strange underground territory but not before long they managed to find an exit thanks to a convenient landslide that revealed a path way to the surface, a new realm. Haelun'orians are strong of spirit and mind. elcihi will be rebuilt- better than before and the mali'thill of Haelun'or will continue to flourish. thill'leh inde'leh Talonniileh'ehya chul'okarae! [[ We must safeguard (the spirit of) our purity (the spirit of) our history and (the spirit of) our family ]] Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya
  6. WhatASithuation


    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, “What 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, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Example: Alexander was thankful for the candles at least, not that it could cover up the rotting smell of wood. A stark difference of enviroment from where he had grown up. A place that was hardly messy. He regretted his reason for leaving but - what was done was done, now it was time to gather a footing and rebuild his resources. However despite his polite smile he was extremely distrusting of the old woman. He did not know her, and doubted she actually knew him. Resisting rolling his eyes he placed a closed fist on his chest and slightly inclined his head. "I thank you for your hospitality madam, but I have somewhere to be." Perhaps somewhere that was cleaned at least, once a week. He'd continue down the road until he found something more worthy to his standard of living.
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