MightyMott

IGN: MightyMott Persona: Azora Persona ID: 89952

Azora Vildr had followed in Sindri’s footsteps packing and leaving the city. They sat and read the missive together. Quite disappointed in the outcome of it all. She thought highly of the High Keeper, but it seems their bond was now a distant memory. As her kin fled Willow stuck to her manor. It was what had become a true constant, allowing her refugee from a cold world. Where she felt most safe. The snow fell during the night just as any other, this time meeting with smoke. She was sure to leave letters for almost everyone, and hoped Kieran would find the children at the base of the steps. As the walls caved and crumbled so too did she.

https://youtu.be/V-hYaMecYys?si=Ue7O_KJdorUpnr0j Casting a glow upon the darkness that sought to consume her. Every tale must find its end, yet in the great tapestry of life, each ending is but the herald of a new beginning. Death, a specter most cruel, had often walked beside Willow, a silent companion who had taken much yet granted her wisdom in equal measure. The first to be claimed was her uncle, her first mentor, the man who had taken her in when her mother could no longer bear the burden. His passing had set her upon a path most tumultuous, a path that she feared she would never escape. But as the fates wove their threads, all fell into place once more. Love found her anew—a love unlike any before: Carli, the light in her darkened world, the keeper of her heart. Though no vows had been spoken, their dreams wove them together as tightly as any marriage might. In time, Carli brought Ezau into their lives, a child Willow cherished as her own, and with them, there was never a day untouched by laughter or adventure. Yet as Willow often believed, every tale must reach its final page. The shadow of death loomed ever nearer, and at last, it took Carli from her arms. She had long feared this moment, long dreaded the day she would be left adrift without her beloved. Where Willow walked, there had Carli always been, and in her absence, it seemed all had been lost. And yet, from sorrow’s ashes, hope once more took root. Her clan, her kinsmen, and her dear ones—Zephyr, Ezau, and Charlotte, Carli’s mother—all stood steadfast beside her, lending their strength to her own. And when she thought her tale had reached its twilight, fate spun another thread. A new love. A new beginning. Kieran Callaghan, her shield, her sword, the man who braved the Long Dark for her, who faced the beasts of the wild to keep her safe. Through trials and triumphs, they remained bound, steadfast in their devotion, no matter the tempests that sought to pull them asunder. But a peaceful passing was never to be her fate. Such an end would not have suited Willow’s fiery soul. The manor stood ablaze, its once-proud halls consumed by flame, the air thick with the scent of burning timber and memories lost. The King’s Moot had driven her kin away, yet she remained, bound by an unshakable tether to the place she called home. If it was to fall, then so too would she, entwined in its final breath. With careful hands, she gathered what remnants she could, leaving behind words for those she loved—whispers upon parchment, sealed with sorrow and farewell. ⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰ The Letters of Willow Sturmstrike To Irena, To Kieran, To Auntie Estel, To my mother, To Charlotte, To Orin, To Sindri, my fool of a cousin, To Regalis and Phen, To Lorcan, my wise kin, To Dahlia, my sister, To my kinsmen, To Rhyserion, To Sissle, To Vali, To Farian, To Vicnan, To my beloved children— Ezau, Zephyr, Tamsin and Rian, my first pair, and Lorcan and Revna, my second, Know this, my children—I love you beyond words, beyond measure. You have strong mentors and a father who will guide you well. Be steadfast, be true, and may fortune smile upon you all your days. ⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰ Thus, as the manor’s walls crumbled and the flames roared high into the heavens, Willow met her fate unyielding, her heart as fierce as ever. She did not pass with the stillness of a whisper but with the blaze of a storm—undaunted, unbowed, and unforgettable. OOC

I would love to say that I separate OOC and IRP well, but like some that is not the case for me. I find myself feeling the way my character does about players at times and sometimes struggle to separate the persona from the player. Especially heavy RP, or OOC conflicts. Though I do make a constant effort to remind myself we are playing minecraft after all, and at the end of the day like Shiny said we the players matter more than our characters on screen, but I also cant help but agree with xDK in the fact that my characters are definitely an extension of myself. For me it can make exploring new nations and groups difficult, because personally I only want to go places where I feel like I/my characters get along with the other characters and players. Anyway, I do think my characters are an extension of myself, and I think that I do get character bleed because of that, and I’m not sure if that is a good or a bad thing, or just something to be mindful of.

Azora would find Sindri at their spot, and coincidentally the spot she first saw Lissa as well. She'd sit with him, though his frown instantly told her something was wrong as he said her name. She'd bring her hand to his cheek. "What is it?" She'd be more confused than anything. He'd bite his lip as he tried to find the words. "..My grandmother.. she passed while you were away.." Azora would pause for a moment. She'd close her eyes, as a single tear falls. Followed by many more. ".. . . Did .. did she at least ... go peacefully?" Her voice cracked as she spoke. Sindri would pull Azora close to him. "Yes. She went in her sleep. Dad had left the room to make her some tea, and when he came back she was gone..." Azora would simply cry for a moment. A few moments. "I...I don't know what to say." Sindri swallows hard. He takes one hand away to reach into his cloak. "She, ah.. left you a letter. I think she knew it was coming, she wrote quite a few to different people." Azora would finally open her eyes to try and read the letter. "I knew.. . I knew she was.. going soon.. not this soon. Does.. Does.. Grimm know too?" Sindri freezes. "Oh, Azora..." He holds her tighter. "If.. If I'd known I would have told you sooner...." "Had known what?" She'd try to rub her eyes. "What are you not telling me?" "Starlight.. Grimm is dead." Azora wouldn't say anything further. She'd close her eyes once again and lean into his chest as more tears fell down her face. She'd inhale shakily as if she'd go to speak, but held her tongue. Sindri simply holds her close, his hand rubbing her back. "You know.. they both loved you so much." "I .. I was gone so long.. I didn't.. I.. ." She'd bring her hands to her face. "I didn't do enough.. I didn't even say goodbye.. . ." After they spoke a little more. "I.. I can read the letter now." Sindri hands her the letter his arm still around her. Even with tears running down her face she smiled at the letter. Azora would wrap her arms around Sindri and hug him tightly.

Metagaming in roleplay is defined as using knowledge obtained out of character (OOC) and using it in roleplay (IRP) despite a lack of prior knowledge, and is a bannable offense. Anything you learn here must be learnt via proper roleplay and interaction before being used by your character . These invitations have been personally received through roleplay, and if you have not received one, or were not on the invite list: You were not invited. AN INVITATION CELEBRATING A LEGACY Family, and close friends, I invite you to the beginning of a new chapter, a new chieftain. After my Uncle Grimm Sturmstrike’s passing, he trusted Knox Sturmstrike to stand as a placeholder until I was prepared for such a responsibility. As I step into the role of chieftain, I saw it fitting to host a feast not only in celebration of this new chapter, but in remembrance of how far this clan has come. LOCATION The feast will be held in the foyer of the Sturmstrike manor, nestled in the woods to the east of Vjardengrad, and just west of the Province of Dunrath. Doors will open at [8 pm est on November 9th], no sooner! This is to allow the family time to prepare the feast. POLICIES Of course, what would a proper occasion like this be without a little bit of extravagance? Invitees are requested to dress their best! Be it armor, or suit, or even slacks, any outfit is allowed so long as they wear it with pride! As for weapons and armor, there will be a ‘no helmets’ policy in place. This is to prevent any unwanted attacks from unsavory individuals. If your face is obscured, ditch the covering! Should such a matter take place, guests should be properly armed to assist in dispensing the threat. Bringing a Plus one is allowed! If you are of the family of an invitee or a close friend invited along by them, you are welcome to arrive with them. So long as the group size does not exceed [2] plus ones, visitors are welcome. INVITATIONS All members of Clan Sturmstrike The Vildr clan of Norland and their encompassing members. Farian Malto-Gylldene Váli Freysson, Sera Gylldene, and Sissel av Freysdottir Captain Carli Sturmstrike of the Nightshade and her crew. Rhyserion Lorcan Sutherlainn and his family. CLOSING REMARKS To the guests that I have invited, each and every one of you have played a part in guiding this clan, or its members to where we stand on this day. Before I came to Norland, I didn’t have much of a purpose, even after Grimm’s passing I found myself lost, but with a nudge from Knox. I seeked a greater purpose, never did I imagine I’d be the chieftain, but I couldn’t be more grateful and excited for what the future holds. Thank you all for everything you have done and continue to do. On that note let us celebrate. To a new chapter!

Metagaming in roleplay is defined as using knowledge obtained out of character (OOC) and using it in roleplay (IRP) despite a lack of prior knowledge, and is an offense as severe as . Anything you learn here must be learnt via proper roleplay and interaction before being used by your character . CLAN STURMSTRIKE STAND AGAINST THE STORM Purpose/Mission Statement Traditions and Rites Clan Hierarchy Arming Rite I: PURPOSE/MISSION STATEMENT “Initially formed in the twilight years of Nyrheimian Norland, Clan Sturmstrike is the dream of a man that had lost everything, only to find it again through the All-Father’s grace. While mostly composed of humans, Clan Sturmstrike is a wild card among clans; a refuge for any fellow misfits ready to fight for the family they’ve found in each other. Whether it be investigation, surveillance, or even alchemy, Clan Sturmstrike always stands ready to do whatever needs to be done.” Norlandic Book of Clans Clan Sturmstrike can trace its true origins back to its founder, Grimm Halfaway-Sturmstrike. Having lost his parents to a deadly fire, he fled his old home and wandered the wastes alone for nearly a decade. After having stumbled through the gates of Alisgrad, he had a chance meeting with Ciaran Vildr, and his mother Herlissa. The actions of these two changed his life forever, sending him on a path to found Clan Sturmstrike on the principles that Lissa had taught him. “A storm can be chaotic, unruly…destructive if uncontrolled. But, make no mistake, it is always powerful.” Construction soon began on the city of Vjardengrad, and Clan Sturmstrike had a clan house nestled within the walls. The clan kept chugging along, until one fateful day the Chieftain Grimm Sturmstrike was struck down, his body never recovered, but remains found in the form of his prosthetic eye. In time, his niece, Willow Sturmstrike took up the mantle as Chieftain, and began to rebuild what her uncle had once spent his life on, before he lost it to the very forces he swore to stand against. II: TRADITIONS AND RITES Entrant Ensign Blood Ensign Kinsman Officer Bookkeeper Quartermaster Smith Stormcaller Chieftain Entrants are newly joined interested members of the clan. One can become a traditional Entrant, or be born as a Blood Entrant. Regardless of the method, an Ensign is considered to be going through a series of trials. These trials will test mental clarity, physical capability, and ingenuity. Because of this, the Ensign is encouraged to take their time, and make proper use of every resource available to them. Kinsmen are Ensigns that have freshly completed their trials. For Blood Ensigns, this is typically when one comes of age. When completed, an “Arming Rite” will be called, as the members of the clan will hold a feast, followed by the Ensign being granted the custom weapon of their choice, signifying the path they will follow as a Kinsman. As a newly inducted Kinsman of the clan, non-blood members are now allowed to carry the name as Bannermen, so they may be expected to uphold the name with honor. Officers take on extra responsibilities within the clan, whether this be keeping stock of the storage, keeping the books and vault secure, or smithing new weapons for the Arming Rites, and other such endeavors. As Officers are a specialized role, there is no specific method to become an officer. The Stormcaller is the second hand to the Chieftain, and is considered to speak on most matters as if the Chieftain has spoken. They’re expected to help the Chieftain organize official family business, as well as carry the authority to take on Ensigns and monitor their progress. The Chieftain is the leader of the clan. Needless to say, everything present about how the clan operates and maintains itself falls to the Chieftain. Their responsibilities are the greatest, but so is their respective power, as they are trusted with guiding the future of the family. ARMING RITE The Arming Rite is a process done as a rite of passage for Ensigns, as well as blood children when they come of age. The Rite’s first steps involve the crafting of a fine quality weapon that may serve the Ensign in their future. The craft is custom made to the Ensign’s desires, and the ceremony will only be done after this weapon has been made. Once it has been completed, the clan members will gather to break bread together over a feast. The Chieftain and the Stormcaller will be obligated to speak with a toast before the feast begins. As the group eats the spoils of their work together, the Ensign is gifted their weapon, and honored before the procession for their progress.

MC Name: MightyMott Discord: Mightymott03 Image: Description of Image: A painting of Willow and Grimm her uncle that just recently passed to put in her room. Dimensions: 2 by 2

Willow remained silent tears welling in her eyes, as she had looked upon his lifeless body. She would live on for him, but would never be the same. She had found all of what he left for her including the box with these letters. Unsure of how to move forward she'd attempt to live the life he wished her to. Willow was glad that Sera could help her solve the riddle, and that Farian promised Grimm to teach her.