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About Pearlescent

  • Birthday January 23

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    Elanil
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    Dark Elf

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  1. Name: Lin Age: 121 Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld (or plan to be): Ti
  2. Adelia would read the letter while having her afternoon tea "Well this simply won't do!" she would state going to grab her armor with a little smirk
  3. Name: Lin Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld: yes Madelyn Noryth (1-5): 5 Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw (1-5): 4 Vauban Daesmon (1-5): 1 Lin (1-5): 5
  4. Name: Lin Are you an inhabitant of Dúnkeld (or plan to be): Yes
  5. ✵ “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” TABLE OF CONTENTS SECTION I: THE MESSAGE SECTION II: THE OFFICIAL ARTICLES SECTION III: AN OATH I- A MESSAGE TO THE ATMORICE TALONII. I, Adelia of House Atmorice, Archon of my family believe that if we do not collect our lost kin, we will vanish. Disregarded by history and those that oversee it. Atmorice and Fenn return, we will be remembered. It is time that we stopped waiting to be rescued and took action for ourselves. In the past we were valiant forgers of fate, our footsteps were heard from across the realms. Lest we forget that it was the fenn who fought with Celia’nor, it was the fenn who joined in building a foundation for such a prosperous nation. And such, we return, with the same vigour our ancestors held. We will be seen and our footsteps will be heard. I, archon of Atmorice declare that it is this very family that should lead the future of fenn, as the task has been failed by all others; and so, return, atmorice. Under this banner we shall revive our name, and rejoin Celia’nor in this prosperous future. II- THE ARTICLES ARTICLE I: RECOGNITION FROM THE CELIAN REALM Atmorices under the liege of Adelia, is recognized as an official Celia’norian Talonii and a potential for Laurir rank. The Crown shall recognize their legitimate Fennic heritage and their adoption into Celian Society. While having Adelia as the Archon (fennic title)/ Laurir (Celian title) of the Atmorice. ARTICLE II: IT’S RIGHT Recognized Adelia Atmorice as the true Laurir and Archon of House Atmorice. Any who challenge will have the backing of the Celian Realm. For its ruler shall be chosen by Adelia and her predecessor. ARTICLE III: PROTECTION The Atmorice will be granted protection under Celia’norian law as any other Talonii recognized by the realm. They have the right to be armed and have the Celia’diraar to work with them. III- THE OATH And so to, the Atmorice swear that life will not be dictated by archaic past. A new age, a new atmorice. The Atmorice promise a future of redemption that the past fenn claimed and never delivered. The Atmorice promise a future of protection that the princedom never gave. The Atmorice swear an oath that from the current Archon to the next in line, that their service will be sworn upon to the Prince of Celia’nor and themselves. ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; His Royal Majesty, The Prince of Fi'andria, Evarir of the North, Descendant of The Silver Phoenix, Enforcer of the Star’s Will, Prince of Celia'nor, Illthrak Ibarellan of the Principality of Celia’nor. The Honourable Laurir & Archon, Adelia Atmorice peers and ally of Celia’nor
  6. A certain olog would think about running for mayor "Itz moggin time"
  7. I just got back from 3 month holiday where I've not been able to play LOTC but now that I'm back I would like to start a Corcitură Group to do some fun RP If you find yourself interested give mrmurderalot a msg on discord or just leave me a msg here :)
  8. Pearlescent

    Pearlescent_Star

    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?)) Elanil takes the invitation to sit on the cushion. "You've been expecting me, have you?" she mutters, unable to recall setting up any meeting with the lady. "Anyway, you want to know my story." Elanil takes a moment to clear her throat. "My story begins in a small village where I used to reside. I lived a mostly peaceful and normal life until my village was attacked, raided by a group of bandits. They burned houses down and slaughtered anyone who opposed them with whatever they wanted..." She pauses for a moment, wiping a tear from her eye, and continues in a somber tone. "They murdered my parents that night. I barely survived myself by the skin of my teeth. Even my parents managed to hide me in time, and so I hid in a wooden box in the basement of our house. There I waited, frozen by fear, listening to the screams of the people of the village, my parents included." Elanil takes a brief pause to look around the tent, then continues. "After that, a wandering man found me the next day, crying over the half-charred corpses of my parents, and took me under his wing. I was with him for a while. He taught me the skills I needed to survive and also how to fight with a sword. Then, one day, he disappeared, and I never heard from him again. After that, I chose to wander around myself for a time, which is what brings me here today."
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