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what the ****

heh. werewolf kneeled upon my throne and merely requested an upvote and comment.

HE SAID IT WAS A ******* HAMPSTER NOT A PERSON

"We had people in the jail?" Wise words from Dame Revekka.

WE MUST!

An incredibly injured and sick woman walks past the bounty in Hyspia. She smiles, not being able to fight a laugh. "Well, she did what she said she was goin' ta do." Revekka says, staring at the drawing. After a few moments she lets out a deep sigh, limping her octo-bitten self back home. "Still never found out who stabbed me."

︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵ DISCLAIMER: This lesser was only created for her cosmetic abilities. I disagree with using the 'Lust ' and 'Pleasure ' part of her lore. This spirit has a horrible connotation OOCly for that reason. She will never be used for anything that even relates to those. Her Mermaid form is not related to being a siren whatsoever. She will never flirt with anyone in her realm, or hint at anything of the sort. Since the concept of beauty was born, so was she. When the first person laid eyes on another and truly saw the beauty in them? Came her. For honoring beauty had always been her calling. The world was full of it, she thrived off of it for centuries. Though as time went on, she noticed her abilities beginning to weaken. Then thought of her. Someone full of insecurity, truly she needed help. She needed to look around, to stop. Stop for a moment, life is fast. If you don't stop every now and then, you'll miss it and everything it has to offer. Revekka, her name was. Nzuri, The Spirit of Beauty, had set her eyes on the woman. There was her realm. An ocean that went as far as the eye could see, an island surrounded by the calm waves. On this island, after your feet would dig into the sand. Water pushing upon you, before receding once more. The pull from the tide was gentle, yet unforgiving to anything that may have the unfortunate luck to find itself way in the vast oceans. Let her eyes look upon the trees, a jungle. Though, this island was small. From her point of view, you could see the island curving into a near perfect circle, she could easily walk to the next end of it. And so she did, or she attempted. As Revekka went on into the jungle, it seemed as if the island was bigger. She continued to walk, every step feeling as if she was walking backwards. But then it came to her. This island was an atoll. In the middle of the lagoon, there seemed to be even smaller island in the middle, though it looked the same size as the general island. She stepped onto the water, prepared to swim, but the need never came. Beneath her feet she was lifted by a lily pad. With her next step another, lotus flowers began to sprout next to her as well. The fish began to swirl under neath her, dolphins hopping over her - only leaving her hair wet. Though, it was a spectacle, she continued on. Before she reached the center. In the middle of this island was a cave which was oddly placed, seemingly leading underground. As she peered into it, she tilts her head as she grabbed onto the walls, her hair falling to the side as her celestite eyes took in her surroundings. It was much deeper, very very much so. But Revekka was trusting, she had been in plenty of spirit realms at this point. It was a sight she was used to, it didn't have to make sense. So she continued on, stepping into small puddles as she went. "Hello?" Her voice bounces off the walls of the cave moving a piece of her slick hair off of her face, taking a few moments to get every strand. In front of her, a crab came along to dance before scurrying off - Revekka ran after it, but the rocks didn't hurt her feet. It felt like she was running on a cloud. She focused on the smell of the salty waters as she ran, keeping her eyes on the red crab. When was the last time she ate crab again? Whatever. Not like that matters right now anyway - she thought. It was in the center of the cave, the sunlight peaked through the top. The rocks weren't there, allowing a full view of the sun. It took her a few moments to register, Hair? Is that hair? She thought once more, taking a few steps closer. She created ripples in water as she began to lower herself into it. Did they need help? Maybe it was a test? Quickly, her theories were disregarded. Out of the water came the head of a lady, water running off of it, droplets falling off her skin in turn. That was the first time they met. Revekka was treated with kindness, she spoke about some of her insecurities, and was taught how to view herself in a better light. She didn't care much for the emotions themselves, but she cared for the meaning of beauty. It was then Revekka would be given trials. She built a shrine near the water for Nzuri. Though it was small, it worked. Offering of jewelry and makeup would work as well, anything that would resemble beauty, it didn't matter. For when it came to visit again, Nzuri was different. She looked completely different. This time she was a drider. Though that might seem scary to most, it was simply a test. Revekka noticed the colorful legs. They were vibrant, pleasant to the eye. In her next visits, all of her physical traits would represent variants of abstract beauty, even though most people might find them unpleasant and frightening, others would find it alluring. Elegant, and amazing. Even so, her flesh half would always be an anchor for her aspects of objective beauty. Long flowing hair and warm eyes for example. No matter if she was an elf, or a goblin. Maybe a human this time, perhaps a dwarf. There was beauty in everything. Finally, this was understood. Revekka had come to realize that. Even though she may have doubts sometimes, she knew. "Do you think you're ready?" "Yes." [REVEKKA AND NZURI PACT POST] OOC NOTE: Thanks to GrenadierGaming again for reviewing her lore, and proof reading this post.

because i can't do anything without linking music >_< PLEASE LISTEN TO IT !! +*:ꔫ:*﹤ +*:ꔫ:*﹤ OOC NOTE: This lesser spirit was created in honor of Weebmaster36, and her character Makaela Mondblume. Despair. Despair is an emotion so complex. For when one may be grieving it appears, or perhaps not. For when one may be in pain it appears, or perhaps not once more. What is Despair? Is the true meaning of it simply one google search away? Is it only giving up hope? Perhaps it is to feel the blood of your significant other run out of your hands as sand would an hourglass. Mimicking the amount of time you have with them left. Is it to finally realize that she will never return? Even after her leaving, the memories made with her will cling to you like ash after a house fire. The tears will cling to your lashes, awaiting a blink before they finally fall. With every close and open of your eyes, you forget how she looks. What did she look like? As the tides are pulled by the moon, you will be pulled back to her again and again. For maybe it will not be her herself, but someone who leeches off your longing for her return. No matter how much you change the train tracks, clean them time and time again. No matter what chemical you use, No matter how abrasive your tears are. You will always end at the same destination. In the end, All a lesser spirit may desire is your soul. They care not for you, they care not for your troubles. Simply for you to follow them. Follow them and only them. Kana is simply no more than your average spirit. She may convince herself and believe what she will, attempt to think she isn't of Despair. For eternity, believe that she isn't what she is. Creating a false hope for herself, plunging herself into Despair as well. For when she was born, she wandering as a small white orb. She grew envious of the people, she grew envious of those of flesh and bone. Those that can have relationships, feel what she cannot. Why do they get to live? No, why do they get to live? She thought. Her envy soon developing into what she denied. Despair. It's okay to react the way she does. Of course it's okay. They deserve it, they deserve to feel the way she feels. They deserve to feel every bone in their body rattle with- No. Not despair. They are selfish. I want everything they may offer. Every inch of their skin, every inch of their flesh. Every bit of their soul. Here they are standing in front of me. How dare they ask to keep their bones? How dare they beg for mercy? But them. They're different. They visit me in my realm, and speak to me. They give me power to feed off of. No, no no. I am not of despair. I care, unlike the rest of them, I care. I feel the care for them. I feel it slipping underneath my skin I can feel it. They lend me power. It's an even exchange. For I do not have to tell them what fate tells me. I am above that, I am kind. I am of happiness, I am of guidance. I will help them. For they might not deserve despair, but their kin does. Show them. Show them, what it feels to lose their mind. To be sapped of their strength, mentally and physically. Show them. I don't care who you show, I don't mind. I don't care if the only thing you wish to hurt is.. 'Dark beings.' They don't understand what it feels like to be trapped. They don't understand what it's like to crave the feeling of freedom. For their legs take them anywhere they wish to go, they simply do not understand. I am calm. I can tell what they're feeling relates to me, I know. Their losses, they're hurt. I can understand it. Every single one of them, I know they can. Finally, after months of waiting. Finally, they visit me. They speak to me about their issues, I am trusted. They tell me everything and i listen. They tell me their issues. They tell me their issues. It makes me feel good, someone that I can relate to. I care not for what they say, they feel that emotion. I am finally not alone. For my realm, the meadows may guide them. The thick fog they wander into without a second thought. Do I look enough like her? Is my hair up to par? My hair is long and white as well. If it was what I had to do then so be it. My eyes are purple. They glow, do they remind them of hers? They sink. For some reason they continuously pour. I am not sad, I do not feel despair I do not feel those things. Of course I don't, and oh. Oh! My nails, my clothes. The jewelry I wear, that dangle from my ankles, my neck and my ears. Is it working? Another one of Kana's questions go unanswered as the group enters her realm. They wander in, brushing their heads past the hanging Wisteria before they settle in front of her. For some reason, they feel compelled. Like this was finally a space to talk about all their feelings, finally the space they needed to heal. Revekka, on the other hand. It was Revekka, of course it was her. The person who had just had a baby moments before coming to visit. Not much seemed to bother her. Kana was unfocused on her as she kept quiet, simply 'aiding' Arvel and Rakhnar with their troubles. It was odd. Shouldn't Revekka have something to speak about too? She moves over in front of her. Tilting her head as her white hair sways. Almost as if it was in water. No, no. Not almost. It definitely was. But where is the water? You. Her voice rings out, You will be the one to harness my power. . . . [REVEKKA AND KANA PACT POST] ooc note: Thanks to GrenadierGaming for reviewing the lore i made for her.

I SUPPORT!!

a sigh can be heard from very, very very far away.

Revekka groans, rolling herself out of bed and making her way down what seemed like thousands of stairs. She finds a piece of paper on the table, giving it a questioning look. Though, she could not beat her curiousity. The letter was picked up, a tilted head staring at it. "The ****? The hell could she've done to deserve this?" She uses her other hand to rub at her temples. "The amount of work she poured into it gone like that? What a fuckin' joke. Poor excuse of a family." A hand slaps over her mouth, maybe that last part was a bit too far. 'Course it wasnt! Speaking of! Revekka's got some grubby little hands to pry off of something they definitely should not be on. . . And another pair that likes to eat sand. Though, a gift would be delivered to Esfir soon. Maybe not soon, but eventually.

Invites from the Bride herself, Nicolas Murietta & Revekka Luceran plan their wedding together, 184 S.A. Wednesday the 12th, 3PM EST. Hyspia For the people that have been there to support Revekka from even her early youth, The following includes a special and specific invite list to honor them. Here we begin shall begin with, ‎ Even though I know you may not show, you deserve the first invite to my wedding. Even if others may not agree with this, Makaela has been with me and supported me throughout my life. I miss her dearly. She has told me what I wished to hear, and what I wished not to hear. Forever in my heart will I feel sorrow and a longing to see you once more. I hope that wherever you are, you are safe. All members of The Luceran family have a special place in my heart. These are the people who have experienced what I have, defended me when wrongly accused, and must I specify? Family. Esmeray Luceran Jahtep Luceran Trekker Luceran Bones Luceran Rakhnar Uristson Arvel Tou ‎ This category is for the people who may not be blood family, but i consider you extremely close to me. For two mentioned on this list, and you know who you are. I hope that our strained relationship will eventually flourish. Naexi of Vortice Emmerich Anarion. Iosefka Anaröré Corann Daevear Esvani of Vikela Folwin of Vikela Anya ‎ Fear not, for may you all be in the bottom category your support will never be taken for granted. Those that have spent time to train me, preparing me for war. I have learned more than my brain can hold from you all. If not that, then our friendship is something i value dearly. (For most of you.) Bjorn Revontulet Liriel of Elverhilin Porfirio Salazar Komnotamna of Rah'tuma Ar'Malna of Everywhere Victor Rorin Malii'evarir Vicnan Hawkins-Gylldene Adelia Atmorice Eerikki Atmorice Arthur & Delphini Burke Clover of Numendil Nataya of Haense Natalie of the Silveira Clan Bog shows up either way. Signed,

Upon sitting on the bench in front of her home, she gets her hands on the paper. "Interesting." - "Welp! That's that. Gotta get back to work," She stands up from the bench going in to spin like a sim and get into uniform. She closes the door behind her, spectating the farmlands before riding off to one of the taverns she works at. How she has found a new passion, farming and bartending! Was all the drama worth it to get here? Abso-*******-lutely. Believe it or not, life doesn't end when you are banished. You move on. The Luceran family stands on the sand, giggling and sharing burritos. The run around in the dirt, splashing into water. Teaching eachother how to swim and being, well. . a family! Things they have never done before. They toast drinks together, race from Point A to Point B. They hold onto their paper lanterns, before striking the match to light the candle within them. "We wish for new beginnings!" As the paper lanterns fly off into the sky, even if their wish is not answered by the lantern. The reality of life will always bless them with such. For The Luceran Family will never have regrets, as their past is what builds them up. For The Luceran family will never be about vengance, justice will be served in other ways. For we have learned, we do not need to be hands on with everything. Life will take its course, and natural consequences will come with life. Even for them, that is. Soon, the family will grow and flourish. Esmeray, formerly known as Akeketah Jahtep, formerly known as. . Jahtep Arvel, formerly known as Amohk- man did anyone ever call him that Trekker, formerly known as Ankh-ha Revekka, formerly known as Panya-ha Bones, formerly known as Mahatoh . . And how could we forget, the new incoming baby! Or is it Plural?

╔════════════《✧》════════════╗ It was just after the Hyspia Social Season's Debut event. Panya quickly ran home to change out of her dress and put on her armor. Stashing away her countless items and suit up. The panic of the Rah'tumans to get weapons, armor, and shields. And at the last moment, a few bottles of Auric oil. ╚════════════《✧》════════════╝ . . . ╔════════════《✧》════════════╗ Despite the efforts of Panya, and her multiple attempts to pull her new brother backwards. Bones continued to rip out of her grasp, at one point in the fight she realized that she may be holding him back. So she let go. Upon splitting up with her brother, she continued to keep her eye on him. As one of the Anchors had been taken out with the Auric oil of Bones, she was quick to climb down and lay on her stomach to crawl to the end of the roof. In which, she went on to hand him the Auric oil. As she was laying down, her defenses off her mother for just a moment, Akeketah was thrown into her godfather. An attack was attempted, but Panya had no luck. Her blades simply sliding off of Draz. Within just seconds of her running to her family, she tilts her head to the side to her a yell coming from the direction of her brother. “FUR RAH’TUMA!!!” A Yell that echoed throughout the lands, her eye grew wide to see such a small, 3'0 feet Goblin. At the mere age of ten, be able to skewer someone so strong. Within moments, she runs off the roof to hug and congratulate Bones. Even a month later, at the Hyspia Social Season, She continues to brag about her brothers accomplishments. Someone she had went up to, and offered a home. Someone she thought would need training and patience, proving himself within a mere matter of days. It was almost unbelievable. ╚════════════《✧》════════════╝ A missive from Panya herself would be written below . . ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ I Believe that Bones, will go on to be better than all of Rah'tuma. (Especially Jah-tep.) The potential is there, The courage is there, everything that a Hero might need. It is there. A fine representative for Rah'tuma, is what Bones is. As long as I am alive, as long as we are all alive. Bones will have people to rely on, and people that care for him. Before, family was such a sensitive topic for him. Now it is something that has driven him to perform acts so heroic, at such a young age. Half of us cannot even fathom doing such a thing. On a different note, and please forgive me for this dearest Pharaoh Atemu. "F** YOU, STUPID DRAZ B****!!" To all of Aevos. ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿

Panya-ha Luceran would spend another day doing her Panya things. She kicks her feet in the fountain of Rah'tuma when she notices Atum's attention is caught on smoke. She gives him a rather confused look before returning to kick her feet. She is blissfully unaware of the events until later on that day. . . "Who the hell is Gashadokuro?" She says to Atemu.

༺═──────────────────────────────────────────═༻ 𖥸┈┈┈𖥸┈┈┈𖥸┈┈┈𖥸 𖥸┈┈┈𖥸┈┈┈𖥸┈┈┈𖥸 ༺═──────────────────────────────────────────═༻ This letter would be tucked inside a nicely decorated envelope, sealed with a rose stamp accompanied by a shimmery red wax. You may only reply if this letter was sent to you via-link by me, or given irply by someone else! This is all for fun, I will not give the players username oocly simply to avoid meta, but if you're seeing this!! Thank you for the rp, I am not mad OOCLY whatsoever! I hope to make this into some silly rp hehe Another disclaimer, Panya-ha learning to write like this was learned icly! ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ To Panya-Ha's Favorite Friends and Family, Please take your time reading this letter. I am not fond of being threatened or robbed. It is with great sadness I have to inform and warn you all of a Ravens wood Warrior, Who actively endangered me, and my beloved best friend, Emmerich Anarion Aged six. I will try my best to recap the events of what occurred this night. In the late evening, I was upset with a few personal issues, which I will not dive deep into today. Emmerich Anarion was comforting me on the bridge leading into [The nation . . ] Petra. Along comes a man on a black horse with white spots, fully suited in armor. He goes on to ask what we are doing on the bridge. I do not think I have to explain why I did not tell the truth, I simply stated kid things. Emmerich went on to say 'Contemplating Jumping' which was not in . . a seeking death way but for a splash. This man goes onto tell Emmerich to jump from the bridge that extends over the valley. I tell Emmerich that this is not a good idea, landing wrong may hurt him, break a bone or two, or even lead to death. In which the man replies 'The water will save you, Grownups should be listened to, we know better.' I continue to plead with Emmerich to try to get him to understand the dangers of jumping, where the man tells me 'Do you want him to be a Sissy when he grows up?' I successfully manage to get Emmerich to understand why jumping would not result in a pleasant sensation. I told him a fake name, claiming my name was Reina, not Revekka. He went on to mock me for the name, perhaps I am not a good liar. I admit that my anger may have taken over my rational actions, I went on to insult this man, angered by him attempting to persuade my friend to jump off of the bridge. I went on to tell him curse at him, where he tells me 'You look too small to be using those words' where I replied 'You look to old to be trying to find people to interact with you' He asked me if I had a death wish, I pull out a few bottles that I was instructed to use for protection if threatened with harm. He tells me to give him Mina or either something special to me, in which he decides he would like a potion my dearest [now missing] friend gifted to me. I went to instruct him on how to use it, giving it a tiny swirl. He directed his horse to stampede me. I managed to slip out of the way, hitting myself on the railing. I informed him it was not a blast potion and would not explode. It was a smoke whispers potion. Which causes no harm to one, simply stunting the ability to see clearly. I made it clear that if used or handed to him, it would be gone from my person either way. The paranoia of this man was utterly hilarious, I did end up handing the potion over once I saw Emmerich panicked. With that, I asked him who he served for and he informed me it was Ravenswood. This is my official warning to watch out for a tiny little guy [about rahknar's height] who likes to persuade children into killing themselves, and demanding money and belongings from them. With this, feel free to spread or share this letter with who you may see fit. [IRPLY] ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ With love,

Name: Madelyn Noryth Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld: yes Madelyn Noryth (1-5): 5 Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw (1-5): 4 Vauban Daesmon (1-5): 4 Lin (1-5): 5

Madelyn Noryth yes