Flynnigan

Flynn - We’d certainly bond over classic literature. I think he’d take to caring about me in a fatherly way considering my wacky misfortune irl and the fact that I look similar to his daughter. I’d probably show him my books and ask for his advice and for him to be my editor. Inti - I think Inti would like me a lot for my kindness, but try to cheer me up and get me to work on my self esteem. She’d probably have me shouting self-love mantras then throw me over her shoulder to take me along for one of her workout routines. Since I’m small and I need to get “BIG AND STRONG!! TO DEFEND YOURSELF!!” Araziel - Raz would probably be worried he’d hurt me because he’s over a foot taller than me and I’m so small compared to him. He wouldn’t talk much to me and probably think I was a little strange, but if I mentioned I lived next to a pond with frogs, he’d probably demand I take him immediately, and then swear my protection once he figured out I loved frogs too. Alice - We’d bond over being short and 20, especially that everyone thinks we’re like 16 despite it. I’d do her makeup for her and help her dress up like a princess, probably introduce her to Princess Peach showtime and watch her lose her mind over that game. Then we’d bond over overbearing and aggressive dads that are clueless to what we actually need Faelian - Idk how I’d approach him 😭 I’d likely ATTEMPT to do something fun with him and then buy him ice cream. I think he’d like it a lot and hopefully it would win him over so he doesn’t kick me in the shins. Malevomatic - I don’t think he’d take any more particular shine to me as a contestant; I think he’d treat me just like anybody else, but if he found out I dreamed him up and showed him the art I did of him, I think he’d freak out and declare that i was now his favorite contestant and would probably get me to be his assistant or something

HI POTATO! 1) SOUNDWAVE SUPERIOR AUTOBOTS INFERIOR! 2) ouughh thats a hard one. I’d probably have to go with Tenna he’s just so pathetic but Susie is also close to my heart. For Undertale I would easily say Papyrus. 3) If all my personas met, they’d probably have tea. I can imagine Flynn gives them all Loving Dad Therapy and some much needed hugs. Inti would be performing in a dance-off with Malevomatic to entertain Faelian who’s super excited over music. Araziel would probably be sat in the corner by himself to shy to interact with anyone until Alice said she liked his frog and they’d bond over their pets. I can imagine Inti would be interested in hearing Flynn’s tales of battle and would beg to spar him. Flynn would give Alice pointers on better ways to hone her speed over strength while Araziel and Inti spar like 20 times (Raz hits Inti’s shield with his hammer and the strength of both of them breaks the damn sound barrier) Faelian is climbing Malevomatic like a jungle gym demanding “MORE SHOW!! MORE SHOW!!” And Malevomatic is ecstatic he’s found such an eager contest. Probably ends with Flynn reading them all a bedtime story with everyone curled up for a much needed nap. Malevo doesn’t need a nap but he’s glad to be included (also Faelian won’t detatch himself from Malevomatic so he needs to lie still so the kid can sleep anyway)

1) honestly? Getting to do silly rp with my friends. Giggling over fun dynamics or stupid shit our characters do 2) I don’t know if I would—I’d want to say Flynn but because of how things went, I made all the friends I have now. Unless I was promised I’d keep all my friends even if I changed it, then I would. I’d probably give him a different partner, made him move to Idunia or somewhere that better fit his personality. I would have kept him running a tavern that way he could continue to spark RP everywhere—it was my favorite thing when he ran the Norland tavern… and I would have rejected being part of the council and running a clan. It was way too much for me to handle when I hadn’t even been on the server for half a year. 3) I have a few. I have cookie run that i do with my irl friend, piano tiles, and this really awesome game called The Silent Age. Genuinely a phenomenal game—the plot blew me away. It’s set in a split of like the 70s and far in the future. Basically you’re a janitor that has to find out what caused an unknown virus to wipe out the entirety of humanity and you have to travel back and forth in time to solve puzzles to find the source of the virus and stop it. The plot twist was INCREDIBLE highly recommend. 4) I’m writing a narrative story of Flynn and Liam’s LOTC journey with Liam’s player Stonebreaker. Super fun, super wacky. Though it is a bit changed around to make it a bit less depressing than the original story. I’m also making an animation of Alice’s character journey and planning to animate a fight sequence of Mindscape Inti! (After my current commissions are done :3) 5) thank YOU for being an incredible friend >:)

Talk about your favorite duos, and what makes them your favorites!!

Honestly this is my only Minecraft community server, and was my first Minecraft server ever. I didn’t really have friends that played Minecraft and I’d play it by myself—since I’ve started I’ve had private servers with my friends and I’ve tried one other Minecraft RP server (though i was only there for like a month) I came to LOTC because I was suuuper bored and had nothing to do, so I joined in for fun because i figured it would be a really good way to make friends! I ended up just picking the first one I saw that was Dungeons and Dragons themed and ran with it. My character creation is…. Certainly something. My favorite way to make a character is to give them extremes, a few cliches, and a deviation of expectations, and a pk clause unique to them. For example, I’ll do a walkthrough of Alice’s creation process. I’ll start with something simple, like “oh, I want a sweet character inspired by Alice in Wonderland and Briar Rose from Sleeping beauty. She’s a gentle farm girl who doesn’t want to hurt anyone. She likes living on a farm, loves her family, adores her pets.” I’ll then proceed to give a character a want or need. This can change later, but it usually starts with something. For Alice, she wanted a family and friends. She wanted to live a storybook life and have a happy ending one day and have her own family, so that’s a goal that will back up her character motivations. After that, I’ll give them something unexpected—since alice is so gentle, loving, and doesn’t like hurting people, I made her a liar. She will lie to try and get out of things, and will always hide her true thoughts on things, unless she’s angry. It’s a trait that is unexpected, but not totally out of left field. She lies so easily because she doesn’t want to hurt anyone—so it’s something that on the surface doesn’t seem like her, but underneath makes perfect sense. I then give them a few hobbies, talents, and major weaknesses; Alice is a magnificent singer, amazing at using her silver tongue, and likes fishing. However, she’s small, frail, with little to no strength, and she’s slow to book smarts. Not to mention naive. To top it all off, I give my character a PK clause. This can change on circumstance, but for example—If Alice gets her throat slit or is killed specifically because of the scar across her neck—she dies. This fits her narratively, and serves as a ‘curse’ the character has to bear. Before that one, she had a different clause. If she went too long without someone taking care of her because she was so weak, she would die simply of malnutrition. Oooh pokemon teams…. For Alice I think it’d be: Glaceon for her Animatii Ice Fox (Winter), Lycanroc as a midday evolution for her Wolf Revekka bought her (Snø), a Chansey for her love of healing, a Litwick because she was posessed once and was soulsapped by a mystic once that ended up causing her glowing scar, a Machamp that her father likely gave her (they have similar tendencies, so Alice usually has her machamp keep her company) and a Ceruledge for her main that people assumed would turn into an Armarouge. It’s her favorite because it didn’t turn out to be what everyone assumed it would be, and feels that she has a closer connection to it than anyone else could have with a pokemon. I’m good! I’ve recently just got a boyfriend who I care for very much. We’re going bowling a few days ❤️ However, I’m taking a slight step back from LOTC to focus more on the fun parts or Roleplay. i would have given myself the advice to branch out more. i let a lot of people talk me into staying and serving exclusively norland for a while, and it majorly hindered me understanding a large part of how the server functioned, and it took me a lot longer to get into the groove of things than I would have if I’d branched out more. I’d also tell myself that there are a lot of people who aren’t writing their characters narratively, so don’t expect people to have the same thought process about taking interest over narrative vs aura farming…..

SMOOOOOOKE QCQ YOURE TOO NICE!!! WAAUUGHH YOURE ALSO ONE OF MY TOP RP FRIENDS ALSO!!! 1) Honestly I’m not much of a nation person. Personally, I feel like tying yourself to a nation rather than a group of people is stressful, and leads to a lot of politics. I write my characters as characters first and foremost. I make friends and will roleplay with them, but my characters are made to grow and go through narrative development. Tying them down to a nation usually makes me lose sight of the character itself, and I get wrapped up in OOC drama of having to help/back up that community. Of course, I am always a bit biased to have a soft spot for viru because of all the work I’ve put into it. Group wise, I’m the same. I don’t follow a particular group—mostly just my friend groups! 2) Honestly I’m hesitant to speak on this because I feel like there’s not really any good rules to add to LOTC that would make it worse for someone’s rp. Some people like pvp and war, others want slice of life, some want crp… I do think clearing up crp rules would be very helpful. Maybe incorporating making public character sheets for combat specifically for crp through point buying and training events. Calculating age, rank, skill, how often you’re in combat, etc. making CRP Roll-based with modifiers based on what items you use and your skills, and stuff like that. But personally that’s just me. I think it would allow a lot of personalization to otherwise pretty dull rolling dynamics, while also keeping people from powergaming and such.

HI DEMENTIO!! 1) well, my favorite to play rn is definitely alice, but my favorite ever has to be Araziel. He doesn’t get a lot of play time, but something about playing a big dumb scary looking himbo thats actually a big softie has me giggling constantly 2) INTI MY BELOVED!! Honestly, idk. She’s exceeded my expectations. I think it’s honestly because she is such a beacon of hope. I modeled her personality after superwoman—we love a buff lady—and just always strived to have her be helpful and be there for people. That coupled with her signature shield bash move and how she handles her mindscape scenes… she’s just super bad ass. I love her with all my heart. 3) my fave rp moment oh jeeze… I’ve just had so many memories, but I’d say my favorite was probably either Flynn saying goodbye to his daughters, or his final death. I think his final death just wins out because of how monumental that was for me. Having stone and I play off these two characters we’ve had be best friends for an irl year battle to the death was just so heart wrenching. It was his final moments, but he got to go out the way i wanted him to. Another good one was Inti’s dramatic mountain climbing in the soul realm for her shaman connection, as well as her rp of becoming a Conduit of enlightenment. Something about her facing her worst memories and always choosing hope in the face of them had me cheering. Im just so cool i cant get a fever yo yo. But i aint too cool that i give you a cold. Only symptom you’ll get is the chills

HELLO FELLOW LOTC-ERS! Okay so this is like way behind my 1 year was back in December but I was busy killing off my very first persona back then and forgot about the AMA, so I’m closer to my year and a half mark if anything. HOWEVER. I have been playing Xiomara Inti (formerly Leomonte) Pachakutiq for a year now, so in my head it counts. I don’t know if you’ve seen be around on Inti, remember when I played Flynn, or have met me On Araziel, Alice, Malevomatic, or my new little gremlin Faelian, but I’d love to answer some fun questions if you have any, even if you’ve never met me before!

Who’s your favorite character to play? and who’s your favoritr character of yours period?

Please join us for the lovely ceremony of the union of Xiomara Inti Estelwen Pachakutiq and Ulisses de Alencar Through strife, war, and separation, they finally find peace. Invitations: His Excellency, Iulius Raudrdrakar The Noble Family of Salazar The Noble Family of Callaghan The Noble Family of O’Rourke The Honorable Family of de Senna The Honorable Family of Mondblume The Honorable Family of de Trastamara The Honorable Family of Fontesar The Honorable, Count Dementio, and the rest of the Doom Troupe The Honorable, Tio Hick The Honorable, Tsukinomiya Areum The Honorable, Mercury The Honorable, Njall Asvard The Honorable, Ulfric OOC:

Inti’s face soured in rage as she heard the news. Rage. Hatred. How could they do this to her dear friend? She had many thoughts. Thoughts she knew she couldn’t share for the sake of her family. But oh, she felt them all the same. If she had it her way… no. Inti closed her eyes, taking a long, deep breath. She should go train. After she sent a letter to Bron.

Sitting out on the beach of Viru, Flynn’s hands lay folded over the top of his cane as he stared out across the river, up to the capital city of Idunia. With a heavy sigh, he watched, shoulders slumping slightly. Footsteps came from behind him. They were familiar, so Flynn didn’t turn; simply closing his eyes as he felt the gentle breeze on his face. “You must be feeling a bit of energy, if you managed to walk all the way out here,” Liam said gently as he sat next to his brother in arms, groaning a bit with his age. Flynn gave a small smile, looking over to Liam, giving a light chuckle. “If by better, you mean able to walk today, then yes.” muttered Flynn, rubbing his thumb against his cane. “It didn't hurt much, so I decided to try and get out of the house… get a little fresh air.” Liam nodded along. “That’s good,” he said. “You could use some activity to stay healthy… make sure your knees don’t lock up. I wanna keep you out of a wheelchair as long as I can,” Without a response, Flynn stared off into the water, his eyes solemn with a calm silence between the two of them. It made Liam uncomfortable. His lips tugged to a frown as he reached around, putting an arm around Flynn. “Hey,” he whispered, catching Flynn’s attention. “You okay?” Staring at his brother, Flynn gave a small sigh, a sad smile flickering on his lips. “Do you remember the day you promised to protect me?” Flynn asked quietly. Liam blinked slightly, the memory returning almost immediately. Liam laughed. “Of course I do. It was sixty years ago,” he recounted thoughtfully, leaning back. Liam put his arms behind him as he sat, staring up to the sky. “We were in the tavern in Ivoria. It was after my brother nearly killed you after you fell off the roof,” he smirked. Flynn turned red, laughing as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah…” Flynn said sheepishly. “…I remember that part,” he muttered. Liam smiled at Flynn, humming. “But yes, I remember… what about it…?” he asked quietly, smile fading as his stomach twisted slightly in worry. “I…” Flynn took a deep breath, looking down at his cane. “I need you to keep your promise, Liam.” he said. “You know what Viath is planning, I… I don’t want to come back. I don’t want to be turned into a darkspawn,” he whispered. His stomach dropped, and Liam’s eyes widened. He stared at Flynn, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “I don’t know how much longer I have, and… I want to go out on my own terms.” Silence stretched again. But this time, it wasn’t calm. It was thick; almost suffocating. Liam held his breath, his heart pounding as he stared at Flynn, swallowing hard. Flynn didn’t look back at him. His eyes were distant, staring off as he rubbed his cane gently. “Flynn…” Liam’s voice cracked. “If you… do it. If you kill me, then you can bury me—out of the way. Somewhere I can’t be raised. So I can rest, finally.” he begged softly. Liam’s throat ran dry. “Flynn,” Liam repeated desperately. “You—I can’t…” “Please,” Flynn pleaded, blue eyes wide as he stared into Liam’s, eyebrows furrowed in desperation. “You promised to protect me. Forever.” Swallowing hard, Liam stared back, with a heavy sigh, he relented—shoulders slumping in defeat. “…alright…” he muttered. “Alright. I’m here. I promised.” Liam said quietly. “How… did you want to do it?” *** Flynn stood across from Liam. Slowly turning the familiar weapons in his hands. The two scimitars moved through the air with elegance; contrasting to the strong stance Liam held. His sword was held firmly in his hand, clutching a shield in the other. It was a sight not seen in decades. With a slightly excited glint in his eye, Flynn smiled. “I missed sparring with you,” he said. “Are you sure you’ll be able to keep up?” he teased. Liam couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “I’m sure I’ll be able to,” he said back. The blond moved forwards; always the faster of the two. His blades flashed in the light as they swung towards Liam, who threw up his shield, the scimitars glinting off. With the shine of the blade… the two saw a reflection of years past… The young Flynn’s eyes widened in fear, yelping as the sword swished past him. “Goodness!” cried the young man—barely even 20. The Ivorian armor was too big for his frame. “I can’t do this!” his high voice squealed. “I don’t even know how to swing a sword properly!!” Flynn stumbled backwards, losing his footing as a young Liam stepped with him, grabbing him to make sure he didn’t hit the ground. “You’re serious?” Liam laughed slightly, looking shocked. The blond whimpered, nodding his head as Liam held him by the wrist, the only thing keeping him from hitting the ground. Liam huffed, a small smile flickering onto his face. “Alright, alright,” With a tug, he pulled the younger to his feet. “It’s not fair to just kick your ass… Get ready—I’ll teach you the basics.” Liam’s foot dug into the dirt, and he fixed his posture. Much bigger and stronger than Flynn, Liam swung his shield, deflecting him backwards. The silver-haired old man stumbled back, but didn’t stay far for long. Crouching down, he shot forwards once again, sliding under the shield as his sword struck Liam’s back. He spun around as Liam grunted, taking a step forwards to catch himself. Looking back, he watched as Flynn went for a second attack, ducking his head down as he shot his leg out, foot aimed for the younger’s shin. Flynn buried his blade in the ground, making Liam’s kick make contact with metal. His eyes flashed, a smile on his face as Liam looked up to him, Flynn stomping his foot on Liam’s shield to leap over him, landing on the ground as he swung his other scimitar around. Metal met with metal as Liam’s blade stopped Flynn’s short. The 20 year olds panted, their eyes locked in determination. “Aw, look at you. You know how to swing that thing now,” Liam grinned, a cocky expression on his face. Flynn’s face reddened, and he pouted angrily, staring through his dyed black hair. “Shut up. I’ve been working really hard with Sissel. I’m totally gonna kick your ass.” he grumbled. Flynn quickly lifted up his leg, kicking their locked blades free. Liam stepped back, grinning proudly. “Yeah. Well, I’ll believe it when I see it,” Liam said, swiftly picking up his leg as he sent it right towards the blond’s stomach. Flynn skidded back, holding his stomach as he heaved a breath, blade planted into the ground. “Dammit,” Flynn panted, drawing himself back up to stand. Flynn spun the scimitar around in his hand, breaking into another sprint to continue the battle with his brother. Every attack between the both of them blocked, one after the other as they exchanged blows, almost evenly matched. The rush of exhilaration of every fight between the two of them came flooding back like an old memory, but the excitement wasn’t the same. Instead, a knot tightened in Liam’s stomach with each swing of his blade, knowing that any one of them could be fatal. The crisp, silver blade sliced through a few white hairs, trimming them from Flynn’s head. Liam’s eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. As he froze for a fleeting moment, Flynn’s elbow shot forwards, hitting Liam right in the face. Staggering back, Liam groaned a bit, unable to rub his face as he only had one arm, which held his blade. Flynn covered his mouth. “Oh, ****! Was that too hard? I’m sorry, dammit—you’re still… okay, I forgot you’re like… missing an arm…” Liam licked his lip, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. He grinned up at the worried blond. “You forgot? How did you forget that I don’t have an arm?” he teased, Flynn groaning. “Shut up!” he whined. “I just was getting really into it!” Flynn argued, looking worried. Liam laughed, swinging his weapon back at his brother, making Flynn shout. “Hey!” “Don’t let your guard down!” Liam shouted encouragingly to Flynn, the younger quickly recovering to return an attack on Liam. Metal clashed once more. Liam knocked Flynn’s sword upwards with his own, moving with strong steps. He tried to keep his breathing steady–bracing himself with every single slash and stab. Flynn blocked some of the attacks, moving out of the way of the others. Using one of his scimitars to push Liam’s blade past him, Flynn thrust his other blade forwards, drawing a single drop of blood at Liam’s cheek, right below his eye. As his eyes widened, Liam stumbled back. He swallowed the burning sensation in his throat as he slashed hard again at Flynn, once more on the offensive. Liam wasn’t trying. Not really. They both knew it. Flynn blocked once more, turning the attacks on Liam, trying to goad him into taking this seriously. To fight with intent to kill. Liam grit his teeth, yelling as he went at him, using his strength to overpower Flynn’s quick attacks. His heart pounded, desperately running on adrenaline as he tried to force himself to just make the blow already. But each strike was blocked, guided away, or cut through only air. But the tiring expression on Flynn’s face was a chilling reminder that this wasn’t a fun spar between the two of them. They were no longer young and filled with cocky remarks and teasing comments. With a quick thrust, the blade went forwards. Flynn gasped, and Liam’s eyes opened as he felt his brother grab hold of his shoulder. Flynn’s weapons clattered to the ground, and Liam’s knees felt weak. Grabbing Flynn before he could fall, he held him closed, eyes wide as he trembled. Liam' s heartbeat pounded in his ear like a drum, feeling the smaller’s hand clutch his shirt like a lifeline. The Revenant tightly hugged her father, eyes wide as Flynn held her in a comforting embrace. “You could take my path,” her voice trembled quietly, tears filling her eyes as she did her best to cling to him as she did when she was a child. “We could make up for lost time—we could be a full family again,” she whispered. “Forever.” Flynn swallowed hard, fighting tears as he gently stroked his daughter’s hair. “Time is precious,” he replied in a soft tone. “Flowers are beautiful because they do not live forever, my dear.” “Pa… please,” Svala begged. Her grip tightened as if at any moment he may disappear completely. “You’d… you’d be free from the pain of age,” she whispered. “You wouldn’t hurt anymore,” “Svala,” Flynn said firmly. But even as the words came out, they were gentle. Soothing. “My time is up,” he whispered. “I want to close my eyes and rest—not be tied down to this world anymore…” he told her. Watching the stars, he took a deep breath. “At the end of the Final Act of my favorite play, Death of a King… Do you know what has been written?” Flynn asked gently, staring up at the sky as he spoke. Flynn felt his daughter slowly shake her head as she sniffled. “It is written, ‘He dies’.” Flynn said calmly. “That’s all. There is no recountment, no large fanfare or waxing dramatic of the end of a great man… The culmination of what I consider one of the most influential pieces of literature in all of mankind is… ‘He dies’.” With a dry chuckle, Flynn pat Svala’s head. “It takes a genius to come up with two simple words…” Pausing for a moment, Flynn’s smile faded momentarily. “And yet no matter how many times I read them, I am overwhelmed with grief.” Gently cupping Svala’s face, Flynn tilted her head upwards so she would look at him. “I know it is only natural to be sad… but not because of the death we read, but because of the life and memories prior to those two words. Of the character we grew to know and adore.” With a shaky breath, Flynn gave his daughter a smile. “I’ve lived my tale, Svala. I’ve lived a tragedy, a romance, an adventure… And I’ve bounded through every page knowing that one day, my story would end with those two words.” Searching her eyes, Flynn’s eyes were filled with care. “I am not asking you to be happy I go. I am not telling you to not feel what you will feel when you finish my story… but I beg you not to make the same mistakes I did with the death of your mother,” he whispered. “I just wish that you pick up another story, and continue reading. Because the world is filled with stories; All fantastically written, my dear…” he whispered, trying to wipe away the ghostly tears dripping down Svala’s face. “And if anyone asks what became of me: you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple, and modest, ‘He died’.” As his thumb simply passed through the tears, Svala stared at her father. The one who had nothing but love for her, all his life. Grabbing her father, the revenant wrapped him in the tightest hug she could offer, squeezing her eyes shut as she sobbed silently. Flynn stroked Svala’s hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Even when I am gone, I swear—I will always be with you, stjerne min.” he whispered. “My love will follow you and your sister for all eternity.” Svala sniffled, her voice muffled with her head buried in her father’s chest. “I don’t want to lose you,” “You will never lose me,” Flynn said soothingly. “The only way you could lose me, is if you forget about me.” “And what if I do?” “You won’t,” Flynn smiled. “That’s the thing about loving someone,” he said. “They’re a part of you.” Flynn and Liam held each other as long as they could, tears streaming down Liam’s face as his throat burned. “Thank you…” Flynn’s voice came out weak, a smile on his face as he put his hand to the back of Liam’s neck. “I love you, Liam.” Flynn whispered. “I always have.” Knees buckling under the grief, stumbling into the grass. Liam couldn’t bear to remove the blade from his brother’s chest, letting out a broken sob. Gently, he laid him down to the grass, very slowly lifting the sword out of Flynn’s chest. Flynn winced, but let out a slow breath, staring up to Liam as he hovered over him, vision blurred with tears. Reaching up, his hand grasped Liam’s, giving him one last smile, the light still glimmering in his one blue eye. Liam tried to keep his gaze for as long as he could, hanging on to the last fleeting moments. Closing his eyes tightly, Liam closed his eyes tightly, rolling onto the grass to lay next to Flynn and simply feel his presence. Flynn gave Liam’s hand one last squeeze, a smile on his face as he gazed up at the sky. It was a clear night, and the moon was full. “I always loved the stars,” Liam felt Flynn’s grip fade. "Yeah," he breathed. "Even if their shine will dull, without you." Liam looked to Flynn, doing his best not to let the tears break just yet. "I'll see you in the next life." Flynn looked to Liam, a twinkle in his eye as he gave him one final smile. "Don't make me wait too long," OOC NOTE:

I think a big thing thar we’re missing here is…. Its okay for people to not like the empire? And that’s fine? Like I’m not a big fan of it because for my main LOTC character its interrupted a lot of her roleplay, and created this pressure to not do anything against the empire in fear of what I worked for on a character of being completely destroyed. But all my gripes are honestly irp. But also, it’s fine? Like I’ve only been here a year now, and I’ve been told that the empire’s gonna fall anyway because that’s just how LOTC rolls. And that’s fine then. I’ll wait it out, and come back when its over. I don’t like the rp it brings for my characters, so I just don’t roleplay on the characters that are being heavily affected by the empire. And i don’t like that I have to do that, but that’s what I’m doing. In my opinion, I don’t like the empire. Some people love the empire rp. And thats fine. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion because everyone has different tastes. If you’re gonna get mad at people for liking or disliking the empire, maybe just take a small break. Whether it be an hour or longer. Just remember that whatever you like or dislike is fine, just don’t go hating on other people for their preferences in RP.

Flynnigan Bluefern sat at home with his brother. Quietly reading to himself as he sat by the fireplace, the old man flipped through the book. It was a happy tale—the man couldn’t much use more grief in his life. He had lost his wife, his two daughters, and now… There was a pain in his stomach. It wasn’t the usual pain he felt in his legs from years of fighting demons and darkspawn—this one was different. With a hand clutching his chest, his eyes widened slightly, leaning forwards. Liam looked up from his own book, worriedly moving to put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Flynn?” he asked. “Are you alright? Do you need me to get you some of your pain relief?” ”No…” came a soft voice from the man’s lips. “…something’s happened,” he whispered. “Something’s wrong…” Flynn swallowed hard as his stomach churned with anxiety, his brother holding onto him as he tried to calm him down a little bit. But something had happened. On the other side of Azuras, his adoptive son burned. He had lost another child. Another kid that had brightened his life. Who helped him with the tavern and gave him small, encouraging letters after the passing of his wife. Another piece of Flynn’s life—his joy—swallowed by the darkness. His last word a simple plea for him. His father.

Inti smiled as she read over the missive, putting a hand to her cheek. “Awww… I am glad that Tayta is having fun with his friends,” she said approvingly to herself as she sat in her office.

A Ulisses de Alencar and Inti Leomonte Story The boats landed along the Isles of Kalldur. A place away from Aevos, the sailors could rest from their journey of searching for a new place to call home for some time. The Isles were too small to call home permanently, so the nations regrouped; restocking their provisions and recounting all who made it. It was a long few years for many, but for some; it wasn’t long enough. Two of these souls had sailed on individual vessels, of different nations, and separate vassals, but they wouldn’t be apart for long. The first few days were filled with nothing but searching. Cutting through woods and vines, climbing through the mountains and trudging through snow. The days were lonely, but the two knew that soon, they’d be together. A shared promise, a secret in the night under the stars before the boats sailed… a whisper that they’d find each other on land, and live a life they’d never truly get to live. Footsteps made Xiomora turn, eyes widening as she caught sight of the familiar chocolate locks framing emerald green eyes. His lopsided smile infected her own; the woman’s smile lighting up her face as she ran forwards, throwing her arms around Ulisses. Shared laughter mingled together as he lifted her into the air, twirling her around. As her feet touched the ground once more, their lips met in a sweet kiss, arms holding the other tightly. “Meu anjo,” The words came out softer than the summer breeze that carries the dandelions. His eyes gazed dreamily over her dark, sunkissed skin and fiery curls tied back into their usual large braids. Inti laced her fingers with Ulisses’, pressing their foreheads together as the strawberry blush blossomed on her cheeks. “Quyllurniy,” she breathed back, before pressing their lips together for a moment more. “I missed you,” “And I you,” smiled Ulisses, brushing the hair from her face. “Were you worried we would not find each other? I told you I will never break a promise,” he hummed, thumb rubbing over the ring on her hand. Inti smiled warmly at the touch. “I never doubted you for a moment,” she replied. The following months, Ulisses and Inti worked. Though side by side, it hardly felt like work. Pillars went up; then walls and floors. The ceiling was last, followed by the windows and then the door as a small wood cabin took shape near the mountain in the spot the two met; secluded from everyone else. They had no duties, no one to care for, no appearances to keep. All the two had to worry about was each other. Ulisses worked on planting crops while Inti went out to hunt, bringing them roast as the two lived off the land, their hands held tight together as they went through the days, slowly turning the house into a home. When they took breaks, Inti would play her flute in the setting sun, sitting on the porch of their home, keeping the worries of their old life far behind them. Putting his arm around her, Ulisses pulled Inti close as the two of them stared up at the finally finished home. The woman’s head tilted, resting on his shoulder as her hand rested on his, soaking in the view. “We did good,” she said gently, a small smile on her face. “It looks perfect.” “It does, doesn’t it?” Ulisses hummed approvingly, pulling Inti in front of him as his arms wrapped around her, chin resting on her shoulder. “And a perfect view of the setting sun.” A smile tugged at his lips as the flowers in front of the windows swayed, each lovingly planted by the two of them a few days prior. “I couldn’t wish for anything better,” he said. “Not even a mansion could compare to something we’ve made ourselves–together.” With a light laugh, Inti leaned back into Ulisses, tilting her head. “You are a sap,” she cooed softly, voice glowing with affection. “The corniest of things come from your lips,” “Not that you mind,” Ulisses interjected, pressing a kiss to the Leomonte's cheek. Inti smiled at the warmth he gave, before turning to return a proper kiss. “No,” she told the Alencar, eyes closing as she let herself be held in his arms. “I do not,” With their home made, the two resigned to domestic life. Their days filled with reading and cooking. No meetings, no paperwork, no worries. As Inti worked in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and kneading dough, Ulisses watched as he stirred eggs, eyes drifting from the bowl to her concentrated face as the knife flew, chopping up the vegetables in a swift movement. When Ulisses sat reading on the porch, Inti’s eyes would flicker up as he withdrew his hand from hers to flip a page, smiling softly at his furrowed eyebrows, Ulisses’ eyes jumping back and forth across the page. “You’re doing wonderfully!” Inti laughed, sitting on the porch as she watched Ulisses in front of the house, moving his hands slowly as the flames of his magic followed him around his body, trailing after his hands. Inti’s knitting needles rubbed together as she looped around the yarn, the winter scarf slowly growing longer through her efforts. “Of course I am!” called Ulisses, eyes wide as he blinked in concentration. “But it is still training! I don’t want to make a mistake!” Hands moving in a smooth rhythm, Ulisses guided the flames up and down as he stepped back, slowly growing the flames as his eyebrows narrowed, gnawing on his lip. Tilting her head, Inti smiled gently as her eyes looked on in fondness; her heart swelling at the sight. Ulisses’ eyes flickered over, face turning red at her loving gaze. In his broken concentration, Ulisses stumbled backwards, falling backwards over the fence and into their growing crops. Inti leapt to her feet as the flames followed, alighting the growing food ablaze when Ulisses hit the ground. “Quyllurniy!” Inti exclaimed, lifting her skirts as she ran over to the animal trough to fill a bucket with water in order to douse the spreading flames. Ulisses sputtered as he dismissed the magic, rolling around to ensure he was not alight as well, sitting up as Inti dropped to her knees next to him, inspecting the man for injuries. “Well,” Ulisses coughed out. “Not my… best work,” he said, clearing his throat. Looking back to the scorched crops, his eyes widened in guilt, before slowly looking back to Inti with his head bowed. “Ah… I’ve… made quite the mess of things, haven’t I?” As she struggled to keep her lips pressed into a thin line, Inti’s shoulders shook lightly, before bursting into laughter, covering her mouth as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. “You idiot,” she said, the words overwhelmed with affection as she grinned behind her hand, giggles still straining her words. “You went right over the fence!” Ulisses’ face flushed a vivid red, a wide grin spreading across his lips as he began to laugh as well. “Aren’t you worried for the wheat?” he asked, sitting up straighter as he watched Inti continue to laugh. With a lean forward, Inti pressed a kiss to Ulisses’ forehead, eyes sparkling in amusement. “We’ve still got our other crops,” she smiled gently as she cupped her face. “You’re quite the hazard, aren’t you?” “Only when you’re here to distract me, meu anjo,” quipped Ulisses back, pulling her closer with a smile. Inti shook her head, smirking at Ulisses. “You’re terrible,” she hummed, lacing their fingers together as they held their hands tightly together, sitting in the soot of the extinguished flames. “How about another picnic tonight?” she asked. “While it’s still warm out,” she whispered. “Winter is coming soon; I don’t wish to mistakenly fall asleep outside when that happens.” A dramatic sigh sounded from Ulisses’ lips. “I would keep you warm,” he retorted easily, earning a grin from the woman. “Would you?” she chuckled. “Apologies, my love, but I’m not jumping at the opportunity for you to prove yourself,” Inti drawled in a playful tone. “You lived in a desert, and I always did terribly in the Norland winds,” she said. “I don’t need to wake up to find out you’ve become an icicle. Their nighttime picnics were another common occurrence. With a blanket on the grass by the river, Ulisses and Inti found themselves under the stars, staring up at the glimmering night sky. A basket was packed with desserts and baked goods so they could spoil themselves, sharing a glass of (for Inti’s culture) non-alcoholic drinks. With a smile, their glasses clinked together under red-turning leaves and a gentle fall breeze; no clouds in the sky to interrupt their view. Leaning closer, their lips met again, sharing a kiss after their toast of whispered promises, a secret in the hearts of only the two. Inti’s eyes turned to the sky, smiling at the moon watching down at them. She relaxed as Ulisses set out the food they’d worked on together in the kitchen, closing her eyes in the comfort of the dark. “The tears,” she whispered, the stars glimmering in her eyes. “They are beautiful. As always.” Ulisses’ eyes turned towards the stars as well; though not those in the sky. Slowly, a gentle smile grew on his face, hand moving to slip over hers, resting on it. “As always,” he agreed, Inti looking down at him with a smile. Their eyes returned to the sky as she moved closer, resting her head atop his shoulder as he put an arm behind her to lean on. “Do you remember how we met?” she asked quietly, her eyes never moving from the shining moon. Ulisses took a moment. “The flower festival,” he said. “Your aunt invited me,” the man reminisced, tilting his head. “Quite an event,” “I’ll say,” she chuckled. “I was so frightened; watching as that man…” Inti closed her eyes. “Seeing my family, injured from the explosion—I was so frightened.” she muttered. Ulisses looked down to her, gently brushing the hair from her face. “We were barely five,” he said. “Of course you were frightened…” he mumbled quietly. Her eyes moved to him as Ulisses watched her closely. “Though I am glad you were unharmed,” Inti smiled at his words. “You made it better,” she whispered. “I remembered crying in the clinic… my parents, aunt and uncles, my brother… all bedridden…” Inti leaned closer. And you came to sit with me,” she said. “We talked for hours about what we loved.” A chuckle sounded from Ulisses’ chest. “You gave me a star jar,” he said. “I remember.” His thumb brushed over her ring absentmindedly as he recalled the memory; two small children huddled up in a clinic cot, whispering excitedly about stars, flowers, and fossils. “We spoke until we fell asleep,” he hummed thoughtfully. “I remember holding you in my arms like a pillow. You were so small, then. Since you were a year younger…” With a flushed face, Inti ducked her head shyly with a small laugh. “I barely remember that part,” confessed the woman. “I was too tired from all the crying.” she explained. Ulisses laughed. “Understandable,” he smiled. “I don’t blame you for that. It was… a stressful day for the most part,” he muttered. “That’s putting it lightly.” Resting back on the blanket as it grew later in the night, their hands intertwined as the two lay side-by-side, gazing up at the stars. “You’ve always been there for me, haven’t you?” she asked softly, squeezing his hand tightly. “No matter what it was, you were there to comfort me,” she said. Ulisses’ cheeks slowly turned red as he squeezed her hand. “Of course,” he admitted. “I always will be. Just as you’ve been there for me,” Raising their hands, Ulisses pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, gaze moving over to her as his dark hair fell slightly in his face. Inti met his gaze, the two sharing a lifetime between their eyes. The silence stretched a mile, eyes softening in care. Ulisses’ breathing wavered slightly as he stared, a whirlwind of emotions moving like waves on an ocean shore. Inti’s hand squeezed his slightly as his words came out softer than silk. “I love you, meu anjo,” breathed Ulisses. Inti’s throat tightened at the admission. She’d heard it before. The two had exchanged those heavy words plenty of times in the past, but each time never failed to make her heart flutter like a butterfly in an open meadow. Moving closer, she put her forehead against his, bringing their hands to her heart. “I love you too, quyllurniy,” she replied, almost quieter. Ulisses smiled, sitting up as he rummaged through the picnic basket. Inti sat up curiously watching as the man lifted an ornate music box, placing it on the grass. Ulisses lifted the top, rising to his feet as he took a bow, extending his hand towards Inti. “My lady,” Ulisses spoke properly. “May I… have this dance?” he asked. Inti smiled, taking Ulisses’ hand as she was pulled to her feet, other hand resting on his shoulder. Ulisses gave a dashing smile, hand resting on her waist as the two moved slowly around the grass in perfect step. Inti laughed as they danced, a soft glow of magic surrounding the two. Stars sparkled around them, a warm light blossoming the two as they spun around, Ulisses lifting his arm to twirl Inti once around. Stardust shimmered off of her dress as she spun around, seemingly following the two’s path as they danced slow circles around the chiming music box under the stagelights of the stars, feet moving on the soft grass. They held each other close; the way lovers do before they have to say goodbye, cherishing the last touch, the last moment. They danced like they were dreaming, knowing that any second now, they would wake up and leave the other behind. Like a gentle breeze would blow it all away. As autumn went, winter came with frost-painted windows and warm drinks. Extra blankets on the bed and scarves wrapped tightly to keep away the bite of the cold. When the sun came through the windows into the bedroom, Inti’s eyes fluttered open, the woman snuggled in warm sleepwear and cozy blankets. Turning in the bed, she faced Ulisses, who lay peacefully next to her, hand on his chest as he snored quietly. She smiled softly, taking in the sunlight resting on his features like a butterfly drying its wings. The longer she watched, however, the more her smile faded. Inti’s throat burned, and she didn’t realize she had been crying until Ulisses woke slowly, eyes widening in surprise as he saw the tears streaming down her face. “Inti?” asked the man, moving the blankets aside as he moved to draw her closer, worry washing over his expression. “What is it? What is wrong?” As the sobs shook her body gently, Inti’s head rested against his chest. She closed her eyes tightly, curling into him for comfort. “This is nothing more than a dream,” she whispered. “Nothing but a fleeting moment of playing pretend. Of living a life we will never have,” she wept, tears soaking Ulisses’ nightshirt. Ulisses’ heart clenched tight as his breathing seemed to stop, a hand lifting to caress her hair in a soothing touch. “What do you mean? This is real,” he said. “I am right here with you,” “But you will disappear,” she trembled. “Our responsibilities will return, and we will be pulled away from each other once again,” Ulisses’ hold on her tightened as Inti spoke, his own throat beginning to burn with a sorrow of truth. “We can never truly live like this. We cannot rest by the river, cook pastries and pies all day and end the night with a book in bed.” Inti said. “We will never watch the stars with nothing on our minds except for what we see…” Her breathing shook as she drew in a desperate breath. “We will never live with each other like this. At peace.” Moving a hand down, Ulisses cupped Inti’s cheek gently, moving her head so she may meet his eyes. His own had begun to harbor tears that threatened to stream down his cheeks like rain on a window. “Maybe not,” he said. “But that does not make what we have now merely a dream,” Ulisses whispered. Inti sniffled, doing her best to steady her breathing as Ulisses calmed her down. “We get to have these years. We get to have this time…” he muttered, holding her close. “I don’t want it to end either, but…” Inti swallowed as she let out a slow breath. “It’s… better than not having it at all…” she finished, pushing her hand into his as she laced her fingers with his. Ulisses’ heart ached, but he smiled, watching their fingers intertwine. “...yes,” he said gently. “Better than not having it at all,” Moving her head to look back up at him, Inti watched as Ulisses took a deep, heavy breath. “Let’s not worry about goodbyes yet, meu anjo,” he suggested. “Let that time come as slow as it wishes.” With a slow nod of her head, Inti’s gaze softened. “You’re right,” she said. “You’re right… there’s no sense in wasting the time we have now worrying about it,” Inti gave a small smile. “The future will come when it comes,” she said. “For now, we have the present.” Inti held Ulisses’ hand to her chest as they snuggled back up together. “And it certainly is a gift.” A smile blossomed on his face, taking in the warmth of the bed in contrast to the cold winter air. “I suppose that’s why they call it that,” he hummed, staring up at the ceiling, taking in the moment slowly. His head then tilted to look at Inti. “How about… a day in? It’s quite cold. We can make breakfast later. For now… You’re nice and warm.” Smiling, Inti let out a soft laugh, moving closer to him. “Sounds like a good idea,” she mumbled, her tears already drying from her eyes as the two took in the silent moment together, alone in each other's arms with nothing a witness except for the sun peeking through the frosty windows.

Perhaps you’ve felt that glorious rush watching a knight’s sword clash with the armor of a Darkstalker. Or you’ve felt the addictive adrenaline when you hear metal on metal in the quick moment of two warriors fighting for their honor… Then come find your people, at the CRF. Greetings to those who enjoy a good battle. With this missive, we would like to formally announce and invite you all to the Champion’s Ring Federation; Entertainment travelling across the land from arena to arena to truly see who the best fighter really is. Whether you wish to join the roster or simply crave for the feeling you get watching metal clash and blood pumping, consider telling your paper boy to sign you up to get our newsletter to see when the CRF will be making it by YOUR fighting pit! The Champion’s Ring Federation is magnificent entertainment for everyone across the realm. Watch our Heroes take down Villains who rise in an attempt to take the CRF, as well as infighting amongst themselves as they try to claim the title of ‘Champion of the Ring’. These fights are entertainment-based, scripted, storyline-driven shows for our audience where they can watch (and bet on) their favorite fighters draw blood and pummel their opponents at each match; claiming their titles and marking their legacy as adrenaline floods the arena amidst the roaring crowd. These fights travel from arena to arena across the many kingdoms of the realm. They are not open for just anyone to join the roster, but it is open for hiring new fighters; you simply must inquire with a member of staff or management about it. These matches are completely open to viewing, of course, and it is encouraged to bring your friends! To join the CRF, simply get in contact with staff or Management about wishing to join the roster of fighters. Please come with an idea of your character, a potential backstory, stage name, and theme for when you fight. Magic is accepted. You will be divided between the Child and Adult brackets, before being sorted between being a Face (Hero) or Heel (Villain). You are allowed to choose as long as there is not a heavy imbalance between the two sides, and are guaranteed to always have at least a few wins, and a few cool moments every battle, no matter which side you are on. If you’re a really big fan of a fighter, and want to encourage them to do more fighting, you can SPONSOR a fighter. This will allow you to back their fighting for 15 mina per fight (66% of proceeds go to the fighter). If you have a shop, you can also request it be mentioned at the beginning of the fight to draw in business for yourself. Child fighters, however, DO require a sponsor; as it acts primarily as an ‘adult’s permission’. The Sponsor is not required to pay the fine unless they plan to do advertisement. If you aren’t into sponsoring, but still want to throw some mina around, consider partaking in our betting pool, where you’ll be able to win mina if you manage to pick the winner of that night’s match! Furthermore, if you wish for a match to be held in your arena or fight pit to get some activity in your city or town, contact staff or management about potentially having the next fight be held in YOUR kingdom! Signed by, Giorgia Cosette de Rosavena e Montelliano, Management and Founder to the Champion’s Ring Foundation, Xiomara Inti ‘Estelwen’ Leomonte, Management and Co-Founder to the Champion’s Ring Foundation,

The young girl's face paled, her eyes tracing the missive over and over. "This... can't be," Inti whispered. Her hands tightened on the missive. The bright eyed girl, who looked up to the Knights of Numendil, who strived to be one to do the right thing--now stared at the horrors documented on the page. Was Njall alive? Her Norn friend? Aegon? Amerie? Tears pricked the girl's eyes, betrayal swelling in her heart. How could this come to happen? How could such a slaughter occur on behalf of the man whom had just named her 'The Maiden of Hope'. She swallowed hard, shaking her head as she folded the missive with great care, putting it away into her bag. The young squire would have to speak with her Knight. Speak about if it was true. If he really did help massacare the Nords.

Estelwen read over the missive. "...this is what Yachachiq and Senor Callaghan was yelling about?" she asked quietly. "Ay dios mio... interrupted my sparring." Inti sighed softly, shaking her head. "Morwen and Rodrigo would get along..."

Xiomara Inti Leomonte was sat across one of the thrones, legs frossed over the armrest--humming as she listened to Franz read it aloud. She nodded proudly. "Very good," Inti smiled, slamming the wooden end of her spear to the stone floor. Inti stood proudly. "As Princess Explorer of the Stars, I approve!" she grinned. Inti hopped down from the raised throne area, twirling her spear in hand, before putting it to her back. Instead, she drew her sword from her hip, pointing it proudly back at Franz. "Let this be a day of Independance!" she proclaimed. "I swear unto you all, I shall protect you!" From her belt, Inti lofted the head of a Darkstalker, raising it to the sky. "None shall fall under the protection of Inti the Brave!" she declared.

Xiomara Inti Leomonte's cheeks turned as red as her hair, the girl squealing in excitement as she read over the report, seeing her name written in it, praising her aid in writing Tir-Glas' defense plan. She had been a squire for less than a year, and she was already making her knight and mother proud! Inti promised herself she would not stop here--determined to outdo herself the next chance she got!

La Corte Girasoles Issued on the 17th day of Sun’s Smile of the year of SA 242 A New Generation of Cadetes Begins To the children of Viru; I am Xiomara Inti Leomonte. Many years ago, my mother before I ran los Cadetes in Hyspia, and I am honored to continue her work. Due to both the mountain, and dangers that have come close to our beloved Villa de Francisco, I believe that no time is better than now to put more effort into training ourselves past just our usual teachings—which is why, with the aid of mi ama, I will bring about the return of Los Cadetes Franciscanos to the children of the villa. Curriculum and Goal In being a part of los Cadetes, you will learn important survival basics such as safety drills, basic self-defense, first-aid, and survival skills that will help you respond and act to a dangerous situation. Los Cadetes will also offer field trips and visits, as well as occasional sparring matches to test your growing skills. We will also hold classes with guest teachers to help us learn more about different paths for our future we may one day take. Our goal is to not only ready the children of the villa to be ready for combat and dangerous situations, but also to grow into skilled adults with goals for their future. How to Join To join the Cadetes, you need only to send a letter in reply to this missive - alongside having your guardian’s permission, to myself. Scheduled events will be posted to the Villa de Francisco event board. When signed up, remember to keep an eye out for scheduled events! Recruitment Form Username: Roleplay Name: How old are you?: Do you have parental permission?: Why do you Want to be a Cadete? Vaya con Dios, LADY Xiomara Inti Leomonte Daughter of Lord Paramount Anacleta Paqar Leomonte