Star Whale

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Hidden away somewhere in an unknown part of Azuras, a man would lie unresting, a blank stare at the ceiling, letting all manner of events pass him by as if time had no effect on him, his mind clear as it usually was as of late; he had very little time for stray thoughts, for in recent times, he had become a man of purpose, with any thoughts he did allow to occupy his mind being only for completing said purpose, though even in the hidden place he lay, rumors reached him—murmurs of an attack on Ildon, one that had left the vassal overrun by creatures of the dark. It was in this moment the man allowed a rare moment of unpurposed thoughts to fill his mind as he thought back to the two Templars he had met long ago, from his very first meeting with Ser Edwyn in the woods of Numendil, where both men suffered injuries from a band of undead, to the misadventures that left him and both O'Rourkes in the form of animals while trying to obtain magic honey, to the chance meeting with an ice troll that resulted in ice falling atop his head, along with many other less notable memories he had from Aevos, each one short-lived as they soon faded into nothingness, leaving his mind blank once more, though one final thought would linger more than the rest before it too faded entirely: "I wonder how they're doing."

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A glance was spared to the missive shown to him, a sudden shake of his head given as he spat out "He probably used the weapons I made him! Dishonorable and disgusting!" A fist was then slammed down as the Oyashi headed off in search of the kinslayer, seeking to reclaim the weapons he made him

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Name (MC Name): Kato Enkai (Star_Whale100) (Discord): thelaststarwhale Clan: Kato Citizenship: Yorumachi Mahō: Alchemy Materials: Azhl, Boomsteel, Argentum Availability Preference (Day(s) of the Week): completely free on the 11th 13th 17th and 18th all other days only free after 9pm EST

Hello! I'm once again looking for more players who would be interested in playing the kids of my current Oyashi character. The character in question is the current head of the Kato clan as well as a well-known blacksmith and automaton crafter. I am looking for active players who are interested in interacting and becoming part of a tight-knit collaborative community as well as players who are interested in the culture of the nation and history of the family. Below is the general lore for the Oyashiman as well as the specific family lore as well. If you or anyone you know is interested, please reach out to me on the forums or on my Discord. Discord: thelaststarwhale

As the person who made the tools in RP I will say that since I only had one ingot to work with I simply melted the ingot down and used it to coat the ends of existing alchemy tools since I couldn't figure out if one ingot could make the amount of tools I was going for

"I'm listening, Ojisan." The voice of the nephew would reply, a hint of frustration present in his tone due to the topic of conversation; as his mind was brought back to the situation from years past that put a strain on the relationship between him and his sister, the anger within him grew as he recalled those days and all the negative things he heard of the man who wished to marry his sibling, a personal feeling of disrespect still present in the Oyashi's mind as the Vourkehardt never once told him his true feelings for Choumi. This anger would linger within Enkai as his gaze settled upon his latest project, a new blade for his mother. With his sight resting upon the blade, the Oyashi reminded himself not to be overtaken by his feelings; instead, he would continue his pursuit towards being a better brother, one not driven by the anger of his younger years. For the sake of his sister, he decided never to confront Erwin, instead hoping he would one day see the error of his ways and make a change, whether in this life or the next.

Hello! I'm currently looking for players who would be interested in playing the kids of my current Oyashi character. My goal is to find people who are decently active and have an interest in playing and partaking in Oyashi RP. If you or someone you know is interested, please send me a DM on my Discord. Discord username: thelaststarwhale

The youth never got to know his aunt well, but nevertheless, he was thankful; if not for her, he would be dead at least two times over. He would make sure to do his best to keep her in his mind as he sought to comfort his cousin through his grief.

Somewhere, the man who had once been a Ranger—a Warden—read over the missive. He was not surprised by the decision his longtime friend and mentor had made. With a quiet nod of approval, he acknowledged the choice—one he himself had made long ago, without regret. Folding the missive, he placed it in his satchel and continued on his journey to forge his own name and path, certain that his mentor would do the same. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Upon reading the missive penned by his father, a wave of hopelessness washed over him. All the years he had spent—all the time and effort he had poured into upholding his family's name—now seemed for nothing. The dream he had chased, the legacy he had tried to honor, felt like little more than a fading echo. The Ruthern who once set out to live up to the name of his forebears, to honor the legacy of the Rorin before him, now stood without direction or purpose. And yet, in the depths of his despair, he felt something unexpected: relief. His father's resignation, though heartbreaking, had lifted a weight from his shoulders. For the first time, he was free—free from the crushing responsibility of legacy. Now, bearing both names, he would walk his own path. Not bound by the past, but guided by his own passions and desires, he would find a new way to honor his bloodline—on his own terms. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

[!] The following is a narrative retelling; only known to those who participated, or, were informed in-character. Alone, the youth made his final preparations in silence readying himself for his departure. A coat was pulled over the growing boy’s frame, and boots were laced tight as a noose. Thoughts of the long journey and what might await him at the end weighed on his juvenile mind, but the hope of seeing his twin sister pressed him on; coaxing him, as if a bright lure in a dark world. A final look around the room was given; his preparations. The boy made sure all was set in its proper places, his tiny sights settling on a lit orange candle set to burn in his absence. The wick slowly did eat its way downwards, a dutiful, contained glutton that was hell-bent on ending itself: one step at a time. An infernal path of drifting smoke and gathered soot. A bright flame within the dark. A Wick was a Wick’s revenge; his backup, his failsafe, his contingency… at least if he did not come home. and with that the boy set off northbound towards the accursed place where all this madness started. The crunch of snow and the pitter-patter of taught boots made their way in the dark, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the North, the tall trees swaying as if to usher his arrival, the pale light of stars to illuminate memories that guided by as he marched... The memory of Yuria and their first meeting… …The Tiny Bear gifted him Minty and the trip to the chocolate tree… …Edward and their many chance meetings His Mother and Father and the lessons, each one tried to impart upon him… …All the times he wished he could be a better son; a better Wick Ser Kieran, and all the troubles he caused the poor man… …Auris, and the game she taught him Ser Arthur, and the kindness he showed… …And finally, the time he and his sister first visited the village, the place where it all began. Now, at least for him, where it would surely end. Each thought came to him quickly before yet another soon took its place. each one he regarded, before moving on to the next, with each fleeting thought, the steps grew heavier, as if the trees had abandoned him: a creeping sensation of dread in his stomach. The distinct, haunting village grew ever closer soon his tiny eyes fell upon the one he sought. the green devil who wished to make him part of his family. the one who wished to make him son the one who had surely already taken his sister as his own daughter. The Wick stood still as stone, watching the devil peer into a window. That dread that had formed in his stomach passed, melting away with a determination for finality. slowly the youth made his approach ready to make his final demands And so it was fleshed burned and hands wounded: the boy forced the devil's hand. He would not leave without being with his sister-- refusing to leave her behind like she did him. He was so unwilling to go, resolved upon his decision, he was prepared to take his own life before princes and devils as his only chip to barter; to threaten. Soon enough, others happened upon the scene. their eyes meant a broken youth who pleaded for death and a devil who was ready to offer it. However, he was not the one to grant the young rat his final wish. Instead the boy's own blood was turned against him: flesh wrought and twisted, blood boiled, and where once was youth-- a mist remained, lingering, and drifting amidst the soft flurries of snow… …And with that the young Wick was snuffed out. ...another rat put to death, his mind filled with sorrow and sadness as he passed from this world. He believed himself unloved and unwanted, the youth succumbed to his forlorn faith with a heart full of pain and regrets, a void within himself that too swallowed him; much like a candle. At home, an orange flame continued to eat itself, chewing down through its wax body, racing steadily for its holder. Beside the candle it sat a cage kept, shut by a string. In time, uninterrupted, it reached its lowest point… the flame atop it flickered and struggled, and in its final moments it burned away the cord to a silent break, before extinguishing, Soon, those scurrying creatures inside would spread, and scatter wide: free brown and black craven things, rats, each one given a written letter, rolled tight within their tubes. It took time before they made their out but soon enough each was well on its way towards their intended recipients… [!] Below are letters written intended only to be read by the respective characters in game @Marthia @Security_ @Linguini @ArcticPingu @latte [!] Each letter found it's way quick enough… the final, however, took longer to reach it's intended reader: for her form was different now. but soon enough, the rat found the newly changed Wick and so too did the letter @rose6614 Credit: Writing: Myself Formatting/Editing: @KidKrinkles

A shake of the head came as Sebastian finished reading the newsletter particularly the part on the Underdark "Sadly some of this info is just flat out wrong" he sighed walking along back to his home "why didn't she just ask me I'm always the one handing the paperwork and sechuling stuff" he grumbled to himself as the door to his home swung open before closing behind him

A Weary Warden sits with his son in hand thinking about all he has experienced these last few years HOPE That's what was given to him at the birth of his son hope for a better life hope for a purpose hope for a chance to raise his son surrounded by well known faces in a world free from evil KINSHIP Was what followed soon after a new found spark to connect and grow with many of the people he failed to previously kinship with many from his nation kinship with all those who he had spoken to prior and neglected to again now he wished to change that and foster new relationships JOY This is what was felt as he spoke to everyone around him joy for his life joy for them joy to be blessed by fate to meet so many people and to know each and every one of them DEATH Death after death after death each one he learned or witnessed crushed him some names he knew better than others Ewin Darth Galador Faeleth Okar Quenta most belonging to his own nation each one taking a toll on him as he thought about the lives they lived each of them lost and missed dearly by many each one someone he never got to know for long or ever meet at all despite this however each one would hit him as hard as any other With each death the Warden's woes deepen with each death he's reminded to cherish the life of those around him with each death he grows ever more tired holding his son hoping those still alive will live to see him grown

The Warden would give a subtle nod and smile at effort clearly shown in the work before him rolling it neatly before it disappears into the voidal pocket of his satchel looking upwards to the sky happy to know his friend and student was still getting by in the world

Sebastian stared at the elf who merely hours ago spoke of meeting once again in Jun Lei now a body on the heated stone of the Underdark his arm missing and arrow wounds on his neck and shoulder he thought about his last words to him as they returned his body to the village Sebastian arriving soon after once his work was complete as he sat in the clinic looking over the hand crossbow he made for him a simple gift one given to him out of necessity for future battles now it serves as the only thing he has left of the elf who he only just began to befriend while not sharing the same history as many of the others in Ak'vei he still mourned for him wondering about all the possible interactions the two might have had should things have gone differently alas fate would not allow it to be so ".....thanks for the crossbow...." he spoke aloud as if expecting Okar to answer back from the other room "....I doubt this was what you meant by reconvene..." he would jest to himself trying to cope with his grief the best he could

Sebastian read the missive over many times his thoughts constantly going back to the night he saw last Grae "we should've followed them...." he would mutter to himself "...maybe we could've stopped this from happening" he would say again the thoughts of Grae and now his student being taken fresh in his mind making him driven to help get them back

A Poster would be hung on various notice boards around Aevos detailing a missing person with a drawing attached It has come to my attention that the Radiant Guard known as Darthoron of Numenost has been missing from his post for quite his last known whereabouts outside the city are unknown If you have any information regarding his whereabouts or any sightings of him please send a bird among to Ranger Sebastian or to Caius Denenthor Signed By Ranger Sebastian Of Numenost

Sitting misplaced on the armrest of a chair within the basement of Victor's camp lay a leather bound journal the quality of which suggests the book is new and recently acquired within the book several pages have been written on containing some of Sebastian's recent thoughts ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wonder if I'm really making much of a difference lately I feel confident about myself and what I can do and yet... Yet I often don't really feel like anything I do results in anything how many Darkspawn have I helped slay how many times has the info I provided been usefully to anyone how many times have my actions saved anyone's life... I feel like most of what I do is barebones or is next to nothing anything I learn goes nowhere or simply leads to nothing all the "leads" I think I find really end up getting me and everyone around me nothing... I struggle to believe I do anything for the Rangers or the Guard for that matter especially when I'm surrounded by so many capable individuals all the Sers in the Realm probably do a week's worth of my job in a single afternoon and then there's Victor... His trip up the mountain made he realize just how useless I am without his direction heck the first day he left I lost my mind and had to stay locked down here for a week! then when I finally got a hold of myself I realized it didn't much matter everything and everyone continued on without me it was like I simply had no place in the world to begin with and even when he is here all I really am is a background character to his story... I'm suppose to be his "apprentice" or maybe "understudy" as he would like to call it but neither of those titles really fit me well what have I really learned from him other than I'll never be like the man I follow around like a lost puppy everyday what have I done that shows I'm one day gonna be capable of standing on my own without him all I am is simply more for him to deal with putting up my front to make him think I have a handle on things when I don't putting on an act around him so I don't have to accept the fact I most likely give the man nothing to work with on a daily basis.... And Yet I still look up to him still follow him on his day to day errands while he most likely deals with the real stuff when I'm not looking I wonder how many times he's done that? regardless I try what I can to be of some help any help to him or anyone in the city but all I really feel like is a bother to them all despite all the time that's passed all the confidence I've built up no matter how many weapons and supplies I carry or what armor I wear on my back I am still the same man who nearly died in those woods all those years ago I'm still the one who could've do anything for that group only now it's all on a larger scale now I simply can't do anything for the Guard or the Realm as a whole and with my track record I'll most likely end up dying pathetically out of sights and out of mind of the important people of this land simply a nameless no one who thought he could be someone....