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Across the lands of Aevos leaflets had been pinned to notice boards and posts. A coat of arms stamped onto the papper. "To the people of Aevos I send these leaflets out in hopes they reach those who find interest in preserving and protecting the flora and fauna of our home. The band of the crossed claw reaches out to you after a long silence in search of new recruits to help us on our mission. ‘Who are we?’ you may ask yourself. We are a group of like minded individuals who have come together with the ideal of keeping The Wilds protected from those who may not know any better or do not understand the what and why of a creature. We pride ourselves on the safe relocation and protection of said creatures and strive to keep our ideals and beliefs. If you are interested in securing a position with us or wish to know more about us, come find me or Bhodhi within the walls of Amathine or send either of us a bird with your inquiries. To those members who are spread far and wide across Aevos’s lands, we welcome you back with open arms if you choose to reunite with us." Signed:
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pk post [pk post] [Goodbye LoTC] The Falling of A Blue Salvia
TysCreations replied to ChaoticRoller's topic in Character Graveyard
Timothy sat within the walls of his home, the horse whistle Meira had given him not a month ago and her will in his hand. If only he had the chance to say a proper goodbye, if only he had been around more to be with her. though not of blood she was his sister and he saw her as such from the moment he had been adopted into the family. Now he wouldn't see her again. "farewell Meira" his head dropped down into his free hand. those who passed his burrow would hear the cries of the halfling inside. (OOC: thanks for being around man. ya did a grate job especially with Meira. good luck on whatever you decide to do next!) -
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Timothy looked up from what he was doing to look at this...thing-? "...awe shite"
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Dúnwen cultural festival
TysCreations replied to Le_Psit's topic in The Halfling Realm of Dúnfarthing
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Looking for someone to play a male High elf child, dont worry about the skin, ill do that. if your interested feel free to dm me on my discord at tyrones_creations. i can be found on the main LOTC server! thanks ty edit: All good now, thank you!
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lurin deez nuts TO THE CHERRY BLOSSOM VILLAGE
TysCreations replied to mika1278's topic in Most Serene State of Lurin
Einhard raised a brow as he'd settle into a seat at the tavern. Bringing his cup to his lips and taking a swig before skiming over the missive before humming "...war is on the horizon...this will not be tolerated" -
Einhard stud silently on the beach, the battered journal in his old worn hands. his gaze squinting as he'd pass through the pages of the water damaged book. his head tilting as he'd look up over the horizon into the distance, the sound of waves in his ears as the wind blew through his long hair. "Ithil...my dear friend...your death was far too sudden and soon..." the old man would sigh, placing the journal within the pockets in his cape. "I'm sorry you never got to see the fruits of our labour blossom... but I will watch on in your honour" Turning himself on his heels he'd walk away from the waters edge. "your death will not be in vain...until we meet again."
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I have some family members I would like to be played that will have a tense relationship with Einhard hopefully creating some interesting role-playing Please Dm me on discord if interested! Tys
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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?)) Rairadons eyes would meet the hags gaze as a small smile spread across his face. He sat down opposite her as he straightened his back, stricken hands on the table and clasping them together in an attempt to warm them up, the expression on his face changing as he tried a coherent response to the woman's response, "well...you see me" the elf started "my past 160 or so years life wasn't really all that interesting and it gotten t the point where I couldn't bare to hear the bigoted views of the fellow high elves around me" his eyes gazed around the tent as he continued " I've travelled to many places... and met a lot of people. Its a bit difficult to bond with others when your species is known to be... less accepting but i digress" he made a gesture that seemed to waft away is previous statement "for the last 41 years after i left my home city iv been all over and iv seen a lot of things... some too horrific to remember correctly..."
