Kirakuru

To me MY DULLAHAN!!!! +1

[!] A Missive posted onto boards and posts across the lands of human and inhuman lands. Each and every missive was handwritten and sealed in white wax in order to protect each and every one. "Shrouded in a realm of darkness the spark from a single match can light a million worlds." The loss of Martyr was always within the path that we had treaded. This will not however dissuade or make our vows hollow. I take on the will of temporary leadership till a more suited candle is lit. With this I affirm to the Candlebourne and denizens of the realms ‘our’ will, ‘our’ unshakeable truths. We hold the greatest capability within mind and body, we channel this through our creeds. I. To protect those who are innocent. II. And to assist those in need. Devoid of our personal grievances we enact our creed, separate from love or hate. Acting with the sole will of ‘helping’ and turning no eye away. This dream built on a wish will not be snuffed, whether the powers that be support or spit on it. To those who wander with the will to do right, guide the path or simply burn their own candle in solidarity. Come to the camp of the Candlebourne within the territory of Caurost. then signed onto the page is a name painstakingly written to be legible and understandable. From 'The First Matchstick' , Akako.

A small won-in child approaches the paper, and squints her eyes and seriously reading the page. . . then spoke with confusion "this drawing is terrible!" she spoke not being taught the abilities of 'reading'.

The first matchstick lit a candle within her very own tent, then offered a prayer to their departed leader. With their fall being a moment they wish to never forget, they sear it into their flesh cutting it and searing a notch as rememberance.

i agree with person above me with this, since a redline such as 'no weapons' would allow for the creation of magic carpets and more odd and confusing forms of transport.

become @Wonderland_Boy's npc wife, and become my mother pretty please. We're wonin + skin provided (you dont have to romance rp, they're dead)

A certain magical elf looked at the missive narrowing her eyes the text, leaning close to the text as she found difficulty with it "seem like there is someone out there who enjoys the arcane a bit too much-" She said looking at the use of rainbows and ego stroking of the author.

time to become a broomstick salesman.

literally the most interesting and thought evoking set of attributes. (literally killing is a deal maker)

Writing within the halls of the Norlandic tavern they swiftly detailed a traveler they gad just met. writing with grace and focus for such a short writing. 'Long eared gaijin with a tan green eyes and brown hair, named Eilomir' they jotted this down whilst thinking of mochi.

IGN: kirakuru Name: Akako 'The First Matchstick' Age: 23 Gender: Female The team you’re playing for: can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh either a man or woman. Interests: Swords, carving, enlightenment and pain. Extra info: Looks like an androgynous male but is infact female. (i said so)

Written in black ink the smell of cigarettes fills Akako's lungs as they wrote. 'return to void, and embrace tora' they said about to awaken their fursona.

written on a page of ivory white, Akako wrote a record of a person she has probably or probably not met before. 'scruffy gaijin with blonde hair and blue eyes, named Sir Aemund' she wrote this most likely going to confuse the man for most imperial blondes.

wirtten while drinking a cup of sea snake flavoured alcohol. they interanlly bleghed as they watched the cup. 'snake sake is shit, dont buy'

A baby was in a room somewhere being kept alive and nurtured by their mother, incoherently babbling as the world moved onward.