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    Haeilie Marahara
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    Highlander/High Elf

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  1. The elven woman read the note incredulously, never before had she read an informative piece that was ironically so vague. She wastes no time, writing a note in response and affixing it to this. "You write about the White Comet at quite an opportune time, as I had the pleasure of eavesdropping the existence of said cover-up by a not-too-alert Bishop Villork in Haense captial." "While I appreciate the gracious time and effort the church has put into recognizing rumours, I would like it to be brought to attention the utter lack of transparency at what has actually transpired." "Please, do enlighten us commonfolk about this plague that appeared, not too long after the rumours of cannibalism and necromancy were spread through Haense. Would you have a good answer for that or continue your euphemistic attempt at dispelling what is reasonable concern?" "On that accord, I would've thought Haense had allies who could 'investigate the issue'? If I'm to understand your logic, we are to put faith in a group of clergymen so flagrantly biased toward King Aleksander that they'd equate law with religion? The danger of an archlich and you dare play the role of a distraught and helpless priest?" "If you are that self-absorbed, I question how you got into theology in the first place. Here's some advice from a commoner like me: the actions and consequences of you and your people affect the innocent lives of your citizens, neighboring countries and perhaps the rest of Aevos. This is the effect of power, my dear." "While you write up your archlich-apologist excuses yet condemn such things in the very same breath, innocent lives are being lost because of your foolish classicism and anti-magic rhetoric. I beseech you, at least enlighten us why you find these 'commonfolk rumours' to be deserving of an 'exclusive internal examination' by the very people connected to said rumours." "You've done it before, now do it again, tell us plainly who your enemies are. From my perspective, you're framing everyone -- including your citizens -- as such." "This is for the eyes of a His Majesty Aleksander: Do not toy with magic again, it is unbefitting of a buffoon to pursue such a path. Sit at your throne, smile, wave, et cetera, just don't play the role of the fool. You won't be believed for the same excuse twice." Signed is the name: Haeilie Mirahana & Skit the mana mouse 🐾
  2. Haeilie Mirahana wrote with redstone-ink on the side of a tombstone. "first friend in Aevos." "I promise to continue 'goblin behaviour' and smile in your memory." "And to keep Cior out of trouble, but you owe me." The writing becomes much less legible, scribbled over. "May we meet again."
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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?)) Haeilie gave her a slow glance and nod, analyzing her and the surroundings, her first instinct was to memorize an escape route. She could've easily slipped into the darkness if necessary. She took a breath, following the old hag's lead and sitting. "How curious, you say you were expecting me?" Haeilie was tall even when sitting, her pale complexion and dirty blonde hair catching the candle's light to cradle her face, revealing a more elven softness to her features. She took a breath and thought carefully before speaking. "My story, hmm..?" She wasn't sure what to make of such a request from a stranger... But, contrarily, if this old hag was expecting her, she wasn't in a position to say no either. "There's not much to tell... I've had a rough start with my father and the other Highlanders who seem to forgo foresight in lieu of taking on another disaster, I have an estranged mother who I never had the chance to meet, I seem to not fit in with humans... And get strange looks from other races." She let out a long sigh between speaking, relaxing in her seat with one leg crossed over the other. Her hands proceeded to fidget with her hand-carved willow bow. "Though, I gather you already know my story. A fool's errand, perhaps." Haeilie was naturally avoiding the question. She took an arrow from her quiver, sharpening it with a small dagger from her satchel. A common habit of hers was to fiddle while thinking. "You are probably asking the same a royal guard would ask, I'd wager. Highlander, Haense of Karosgrad... Looking for something more than war and primitive gratification, much to dad's dismay." She'd hold direct eye contact now, an intense gaze seeing through most people. "I never quite took to the ways of our ancestors... While I'm mighty grateful, I see more value in a head like mine somewhere far away. Somewhere where I can learn all the secrets of the world. I'll keep wandering the vast expanses, looking for knowledge no matter the cost. Maybe even learn more about the Oren."
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