ReverseNebula

Amidst the Countryside of Rajima, had Taigen retreated once the confrontations had concluded. In its wake, had he opted for a small bout of peace amidst the edges of their compound, with a Haiku that never seemed to part from his belt, a sorrowful air lingering as the man let the days of mourning wash over him - as much as He and his Mother hadn't seen eye to eye, Taigen had always admired the woman and strived to make her proud. With yet another note unto his grasp, did the world seem to slowly grow smaller as the Samurai's head drooped, and once more amidst the storm of Goro-Goro, did the man weep for his mother one last time. OOC Note: Thanks for inviting me to play Taigen, and everything you've helped / done with regarding the character. Its been alot of fun and I wish you the best on whatever else is to come.

Turbo, buddy. Just want you to remember we love you, and enjoy having you around; you're always free to reach out if you ever need anything, or want to play some gamer slop. Just keep taking care of yourself.

Very interesting take, I like it.

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Name (MC Name): Seiryu Taigen (ReverseNebula55) (Discord): Chilly7795 Clan: Seiryu Citizenship: Yorumachi Mahō: Alchemy Materials: Azhl Availability Preference (Day(s) of the Week): 3/14, 3/15, 3/18

I'm currently looking for 2 people to replace the current players of my characters family, due them stepping away due IRL and other things. The children's ages vary, and can be worked out - and any questions can be discussed in DMs. They're apart of the Oyashi vassal Junmura, and would be of the founding clan the Loa'chils, the attached lore thread is there for any who are interested in reading it. If you're interested, please reach out to me on discord at: Chilly7795

Taigen eyed at the new missive, and then he eyed towards those he rode with. "Two weddings within the year? I am pleasantly surprised." With this, did the Oyashi set off to prepare a gift for the two, in hopes it would be worthwhile.

Taigen, the root cause for their recent tumble down the rocky hillside - had received the letter atop his chest in their moments of recuperation. Albeit, once his sight finally cleared and he could read it, a singular question bore from him. "My Nephews getting married?!" It was a moment later, that it was shoved into Tsubaki's face to bear witness upon.

⤘⧫ Ｔｈｅ　Ｗｉｎｄ　Ｈｏｗｌｅｄ　ォ萎モ ⧫⬽ Taigen’s day had been relaxed for once, stood amidst his family's shop, and with it did he seek to help accommodate the new arrival. It was only then, that the news reached him, And it was within that moment that the subtlety of Anger washed across his mind. ₮Ɽ₳ł₮ØⱤ. It was all his mind had come to echo, as his hands passed the missive into Tsubaki’s grasp; only then, had he sought his departure in preparation. He had been right. He knew that armor. The lies spilled from honorless tongues the month prior hung fresh in his mind, and with it, did disappointment settle. It was as if a spoilt meal had been placed affront him His lips smacked, and his mouth felt dry. His appetite was ruined, and in its place was an all too familiar call. A hunt. And with this, ⤘⧫ Ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ　Ｈｕｎｔ　Ｂｅｇａｎ　慰ヺ憶 ⧫⬽

Taigen, eyed from the missive towards the Vassal. "They're just going through their Arbiters, eh?..." He set it aside, going back to his duties.

Seiryu Taigen stood at his Mother's flank as the rain settled across their compound, his gaze casted towards the Horde Lands that lay within sight. "It seems the time has come." was the only parting words as he dismissed himself further inside to sharpen his blade.

This seems like a really cool telling, however - I'd ask you change the font in later posts, it is very hard to read.

He’d marked their faces out when they’d come and go, a family he’d treasured since his childhood, taken at such youth - and torn brick by brick, until their foundation laid in nothing but tattered ruins. Charlotte was the first, amidst Lichtenwald when Reinhard and herself were caught, his sisters were next, save Nocte, Melia and Eden - though the others were names lost amidst his mind. When was the last time he’d thought of something aside from war? It’d been months - maybe a year or so since his wife died, when he devoted himself unto studies and work, not to escape - but to try and staunch the hole that tore at his heart. In her absence, he tried his best at pushing his children unto their own paths, unto their own lives - perhaps it was for the better. Better for who? Everyone but himself. His connections waned, as he plotted, and with it did threats from others and connections unspoken. His capabilities expanded, but with them - did those words seem to hang overhead. It was a truth, he knew would come soon. "Your blades will settle into uselessness soon." “I know.” All tools ceased to exist eventually. So what was one more, whose honed edge finally found respite? What was one more, Whose story ended as abruptly as the last? All that was left, in the wake of the Jumoko. It was a stone coating that rendered him into a statue. From such, only one thing is known. From such, only one thing was the TRUTH. A flock of birds is released with letters. In their wake, the news spread. In their wake, the TRUTH is confirmed. Telemachus. Had Died. Letters scatter throughout the land, as news is spread. (Please do not metagame the letters, their contents are for those listed.) To Mikaze and Yukiko. To Athri, Naith, and Amara. To Iulius and Avenly. To Atsuko. To Ena-sama. To Jiro-sama. To Ysivrym. To Elathion, Maekar and Hina. To The An-Gho. To Meli To Nenar. To Nickie. To Jackdaw and Takashi To Vrys, Vella , Grae and Koi. To Constance To Eira. To My Children. Special thanks to everyone, that helped me build Telemachus' story. Its been ups and downs, and heavily restricted, but nonetheless. It has been fun.

ᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟ ᛫ ᛉᛇᛉᛇᛉᛇᛉ ᛫ ᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟ ᛫ ᚱ ᛫ ᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟ ᛫ ᛉᛇᛉᛇᛉᛇᛉ ᛫ ᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟ The man, amidst his brief respite amidst Malchediaels halls, casted his gaze down, and against the happenings where he could, and from it did a smile settle against a visage unmarred, and a mind unfogged. "You will do well, as you always have, Madel." Albeit they were words she could not hear, and a gaze she could not feel. He hoped, that mask of his would bring her solace, whenever she opted to hold it. "I am proud of you." ᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟ ᛫ ᛉᛇᛉᛇᛉᛇᛉ ᛫ ᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟ ᛫ ᚱ ᛫ ᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟ ᛫ ᛉᛇᛉᛇᛉᛇᛉ ᛫ ᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟᛗᛟ

You're my favorite btw Onion. Hope you've been having fun.