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A mali'kyr stands in the rain of Maehrel-Vaxu. The island home of his people forever barraged, it seems, by typhoon. Directly infront of him is an Orc of which he has come known as a close friend, a teacher. Both of them seek the same things. Though their cultures are vastly different. They are found together in ideal.. But this meeting is far beyond this. Ilzho, the orcish scholar, makes busy conjuring up a sight that Volry, the elf, is woefully unfamiliar. Those clouds above harken to some grander thing then swirl into a confusing miasma. Dark thunderous shapes that brought down lower.. and lower.. Through rites of Shamanistic words which are so foreign at first the young maehr would repeat as he is instructed. He beckoned to something. A spirit. The storm itself it seemed ave answer. NEIZDARK! The roar of his voice reached higher upon each use. Starting weak, confused.. A student not confident enough to command. But his voice hardened. His teacher demanded it. The spirit would not favor any word spoken that wasn't definitive. Again he beckoned, this time with a heavier voice. . . NEIZDARK! A BOOMING strike made way for the manifestation of something woefully powerful. The storms above echoed it's entrance in a cacophony of noise. Infront of the blooded and madly grinning orc, the form of the Storm Spirit was summoned. Impossibly swirling and thundering clouds that seemed to watch the maehr's every move. Chosen, commanded, and chained together the two became. Energy like that of lightning struck into him. A searing pain of which nearly brought him downright to his knees. For no matter his strength- this power was that of an elemental... By the end- of an arduous process. Volry found himself, indeed as his teacher has said, connected forever to this being. Neizdark. A tool of which to use. A great power he felt the need to appease. A Strom Shaman made anew. (Animism Pact: Storm)

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ Confusion. Chaos. Unfolding. . . Was he not just enjoying the sunset on a horizon. His heart burnt. Why then did his neck bleed in such a way. . . Is that what he could feel. . . The blood? Betrayal. Lies. Deceit. This must have been a demon. A cruel work of the dark.. Volry was a simple maehr. He enjoyed in his time the simple things. Friends of his people. Rarely friends that were not. He could vaguely recall in that moment everything. The smiling face of his mother seemed distant. His hammer slipped from hand. Mora, a bitter rival. She would probably be resting easily in the warmth out from the cold. Yoradoris, Akorra. Even Raelorn. The three he had found kinship in when his family grew silent. They had grown into maehr he could be proud to fight alongside. Irree. Would her voice ever find itself. He could hope. Gimble, what an odd dwed. But a good one. Of good heart deep down. Ulln.. Vuleranael. .. . . Enaid. . . Mother. . . . . Wedi-i. . . Vid. .. . St-. . . What were. . Their names. . . Altheria.. A final difficult memory to grasp which he dared not to forget. . . No not now. . . Not while he could still- . . . . . . . . But it all seemed to slip from view. From his head and heart. Into the distant graceful shadows where no one else dared to trek. Was it always so cold. . . Always so. . . ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ Cloaked figures made to drag a lifeless maehr deep into the caves of the island. . . Ancient magic called upon. That which had been forgotten in time eternal. . . They toiled away at it. At him. No.. No it was 'him' no longer. A helmet is placed overtop where a new head now lay then seered shut. For a Gloomguard's flesh could not be wasted. In the light of the full moon he would be made to rise. The prayers of his people echoed out from above ground. The monks had done their work.. Now the Gloom would do the rest. [Just a lil narrative]

Tanoshi Heat. Irrefutable. Very well written. +1

A passing strand of red ribbon did cross the visage of the one eyed purple haired kabuki. How long had it been since she had seen such a thing.. Was Tamaki-dono missing it? Perhaps one of the.. other shrine maidens....? It was an afterthought she would have at this; a moment in time, so long ago.. How a certain maiden saved her arm. What a wonderful smile she did bare.. The gift of the kami she bore with such reverence. A memory burned was a life lived. To be carried ever onward somewhere deep in the heart of Tanoshi Kanade... She returned, shortly after, to her meditation atop the hill overlooking Yorumachi.. (Although brief. Thank you for your time, your writing and allowing me to see the fruits of your character's labor.)

˚✧₊⁎ 🫖⁎⁺˳✧༚ (茶道, 'the way of tea') Let all allies to the Shugonate come and enjoy this traditional cultural event known simply in common tongue as a 'tea ceremony'. Snacks will be provided with a variety of tea in selection! From across the realm! Come and bare witness. Drink with us and rejoice! -Signed by the Yorumachi Okiya ˚✧₊⁎ 🫖⁎⁺˳✧༚ [[Happening TODAY!]] 6 pm EST [Late Notice! Meet in the 'Hageneki District' by the bell. Right by the bank!]

I will tell you aesthetically, that character would look best on a Clydesdale. Based off your given options.

The flickering gaze of a spectral crow catches itself upon the missive in passing. It’s burned form twitches as it ponders. It’s reddened eyes a mix of torment. ‘Finally someone is doing something other than rotting in the dark. Waiting to be snuffed. Or debating in shadowy councils.’ The Monster returns then to it’s cawing. To pecking of stray seeds.

Within the halls of honored slain dwedmar a certain blind dwarf... THE Blind Dwarf, with eyes that could now see, watched or perhaps heard as his old friend finally met his fate. And though he may not witness him here, in their people's sacred halls one final time at the end of it all, there was a certain joy in his large white beard. He spoke no words. But another pint of ale he'd bring to pour down his maw in toast to OBOK METALDRINKS. Alongside other fallen kin. May he rest knowing he left the realm a better place. The legend may not draw breath, but he will certainly- never die.

There would be no mourning for the late Hina from the Purple Haired Kabuki. She had gotten what little goodbye she could in the form of a hug at the sushi shop those many weeks prior. Days... There were great memories she shared. Of her youth, being granted that impossibly rare Hina smile. The kindness of her bento-boxes. Allowed to sleep, in a trauma riddled state in the room of the woman's daughter. Trained in the arts of dance. Broken by them. Made into a Geiko. She was.. Hina was.. a terrifying figure. Who was deep down always so very kind. A motherly figure that Kanade had never received. "Whatever happened in the end.. Wherever you are now. I will never forget.. Sayonara. Hina-sama. Until we meet again for tea." ((+1))

A number of individuals within the realm would receive a very carefully, handcrafted letter stamped with the family mon of the Tanoshi.. The Kabuki of the Shogunate.. ⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ You are requested to attend the wedding of Kanade and Peony It will take place in Yorumachi on the kami day of- - - Saturday EST 8pm May 2nd [For other timezones-] May 3rd Sunday Tokyo Time 9am Sunday Aussie Time 10am All visitors and guests are requested to abstain from combat during the ceremony or violence of any kind. どうもありがとうございます!!! [Thank you very much!] ⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ [This Wedding Location has been Allowed by honorable Shugo Honma! To meet in the capital of Kurai-Kuni atleast ten minutes prior!] [Please comment below if you are to attend!] Invitations to go to: All noble clans of Kurai-Kuni All citizens of/or serving under Shugonate -Notable mentions. Kepha's Family Qi Zheng Members of Imperial Buisness Association Knight man- [If you're a knight and you've interacted with the slightly annoying purple haired merchant. That's you.] Reinmar! We love Reinmar. Any and all Taigen-friend associates! [Within the go-shugi, as is tradition, is a lil candy coin. Because Kanade spent all her actual mina on outfits]

The Shugo is dead long live the Shugo.

The faint glimmer of an eternally tortured soul lingers and would gaze upon the letter in a mass of confusion. She subsequently haunts whoever called her a failed being. And ensures all of their pillows are rigid. And their drinks are forever lukewarm.

((For everyone who thought Charles is just a meme. Bro was in the kitchen cooking the whole time.)) +1