BluePearl13

Name: Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw

Age: 21

Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld: Yes

Wisteria sat beneath her favorite tree in Dunkeld with her lume ferrets cuddled up to her as she opened the letter. Since she had not heard from or seen her teacher since being connected, she had expected some news on her first lesson, or perhaps some instructions for study in the meantime, but as her eyes scanned the page, she was met with some rather unexpected news. Her hand began to tremble and her mouth hung open slightly. Chocolate and Chip began to tug at her sleeve, trying to pull her from her apparent daze. Eventually, she carefully folded the note up and set it in her lap as her gaze turned skyward. "How unfortunate..." She managed to murmur, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wisteria gave her approval without hesitation. Definitely not because she had recently lost her hand and had lost her patience with the excessive puns made at her expense.

The term “stranger danger” had never properly settled with Alvena. Despite her family’s best efforts, Alvena remained stubbornly trusting. It usually worked out in her favor, and when it didn’t, she still managed to find a way out, often through her might. Though, her luck would run out.

Her trusting nature was tightly wound with her love of people. She desperately craved the development of friendships and the promise of belonging and approval it contained. That is why when a pair of friendly faces invited her into a secluded place, she was all too willing.

It didn’t end in a huge battle as the girl had often imagined, or rather dreamed, her death occurring. She was simply caught off guard. As one restrained her, the other slashed her heel, and the will to fight was gone as she realized there was no way out.

In a single moment, her entire future was destroyed. All her plans slipped from her grasp and all her relationships ended. So many things were left unsaid and yet to be done but all she could think of was

“Dad…”

The most important relationship of them all, that between her and her dad, Orion. Perhaps the one mercy in all this was she never found out that she was leaving her dad after another significant loss. Still, as her life slipped from her, the most devastating realization is that she may not ever see her dad again.

Likely her most admirable quality, that of her trust and love for people, would be what ripped her away from all who loved her in life. She was brash, easily angered, and irresponsible, but in the end, it was her trust that killed her.

MC Name:

         Bluepearl13

Character's Name:

         Wisteria Pinemaw

Character's Age:

         19

Character's Race:

         Half-elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Transfiguration

Teacher's MC Name:

         Evil_Macaroni

Teacher's RP Name:

         Bastien

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

Alvena had been rather upset but reading her cousin's message brought a small smile to her face. She grabbed the missive and lofted it above her head. "Yeh tell 'em little cousin!" She cheered, likely to the confusion of those near her.

Name: Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw

Age: 19

Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld (or plan to be): yes

After providing her approval for the act, Wisteria excitedly set herself to learning the newly declared language of her home.

Name: Wisteria Pinemaw

Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld: Yes, I am.

Madelyn Noryth (1-5):4

Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw (1-5):5
Vauban Daesmon (1-5):3

Lin (1-5):4

Wisteria smiled as she saw the missive.

"Oh! This would be a good way to help my haelun!" She chirped then quickly filled out the application.

Name: Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw

Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld (or plan to be): Yes, I am.

+1 Acronius is super friendly and sweet. They have always seemed more than willing to help others understand the server and they always provide quality roleplay. I wish I had known them when I joined the server because I am positive I would have had a much better handle on how things worked if I did. 

Alvena's heart dropped seeing the confirmation of Claudia's disappearance. She set the missive aside and made plans to go looking for her friend once other important matters were settled.

Alvena did not take the loss well. She never took loss well. She spent about an hour punching a tree and screaming until her voice was sore and her knuckles too bloodied to keep going. A coping mechanism that she had thought she'd left behind with the anger of her childhood, but no, that anger was still there and more alive than ever with the news of her aunt's passing.

While Alvena's relationship with her aunt had been strained ever since Elena began to fight with Auntie Laurissa, she still cared for her. Elena had been the first of Alvena's aunts that she felt a real bond with and even after Alvena had sided with Laurissa, Elena still showed her care. She was still family to her.

Admittedly, there was a certain guilty sense of relief hearing of her death. After all, it meant one less threat to Alvena's family, and that she would never have to fight against her own aunt. There were few things Ali feared, but hurting family was definitely among her greatest fears. As she started to calm down from her anger, there was comfort in knowing she couldn't hurt Elena now.

Ali started to wrap up her hands as she tried to think of a productive way to move forward. It was hard. She wasn't a level headed woman, but she knew if Elena was there, she'd want her to try to think clearly, so she paced until something came to her. She knew exactly what she needed to do next, the perfect way to honor her aunt.

As Alvena caught sight of her friend's name, a relieved sigh left her lips, though her brows furrowed as she finished reading. "Whot 'ave yeh been up teh the last few years Emilio? Ah t'ought yeh were dead!" She mumbled. She became rather intent on tracking her friend down as soon as she was better.

Alvena squealed with excitement over the news. She could finally tell people about her dad and pa without being vague for safety's sake. She ran off to find her parents and give them huge hugs.

Marol Malthengolv was busy frantically preparing food for the event! It was hard given so much of her cooking supplies and just food in general had been stolen. Knives, spoons, and spatulas flew about the kitchen, animated by a swirling silvery blue mana, as she tried desperately to get prepared in time.

MC Name:

         Bluepearl13

Character's Name:

         Marol Malthengolv

Character's Age:

         77

Character's Race:

         Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Housemagery

Teacher's MC Name:

         N/A (self-teach book)

Teacher's RP Name:

         N/A

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

Marol Malthengolv smiled as she heard word of the contract. Though her path had long diverged from Redclyf, she still held out the best hopes for them. "Best wishes ta em and their new home! May they find peace and success there!" She chirped before carrying on with her day.

As news reached Marol of this new contract between Urguan and the people she'd once considered her own, a deep frown came to her face. "Well, y'all really screwed it up on this one, huh? I was really hopin I wouldn' be havin ta work on the opposite side a y'all but ere we are.." She muttered to herself as she stocked her satchel with more medicine. "Perhaps I could reach out ta some'un.. advice 'gainst this foolhardy association. Though I s'pose it ain't a great association for either a them and they've come too far ta turn back now if a contract's been signed." She rolled her eyes then headed to her kitchen to make her favorite comfort meal, mushroom soup.

Marol frowned. While she had begun to distance herself from Redclyf a few years ago, it saddened her to see the sorry state they now were in. "S'pose it is good I moved outta Petra then.." She muttered.

Marol frowned as she read the missive. She shut her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Oh.. Sig.. What are ya doin? She is well liked. Ya.. aren'.. If it comes down ta it.. every'un'll choose her." She muttered to herself. She shook her head and moved on. It was a matter no longer her issue or concern.

GOVERNMENT NAME: Marol Malthengolv

SUMMER’S OLD (AGE): 51

DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A CITIZEN OF PETRA?: Most definitely

VOTE GRANTED TO CANDIDATE: Joseph Mosu

((MC NAME: Bluepearl13))

It was some time before the news reached Marol. She had been there when the young man had initially been accused of being a part of Redclyf and had tried to vouch for him, though that may have only further incriminated him given her association. Before that, she had interacted with him a few times and found his joyful presence to be quite pleasant. Upon hearing of his death, she sunk to the ground of her little campsite and began to weep for the loss of such a pure soul. While she harbored little fondness in her heart for Norland, she still wished them luck in their endeavors against Tennallar Talonnii. She then moved toward the campfire, rabbit pelt and sewing needle in hand, and quietly began sewing a quilt piece in Nel's honor.

Marol watched in horror as the home she had only just begun to get used to was lost. She clutched her med kit to her chest with one hand and wiped her eyes of the small tears that had begun to form with the other. Her face then grew serious. She gave one last nod to the camp before following after the rest of Redclyf.