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Learza Reavenkind heeds the missive as she returned home from another lesson of smoggers. "My. . Why hate the spider for weaving the web, but not the web after you are the one who ran through it." The elfess sighed. Before taking off her trusty armor, and opting for a long night's rest.

wow. this is so cool. But no, this IS so COOL!!

Learza Reavenkind heeds this news on the roads to visit her Haelun'orian friends. She paused in the middle of her tracks, halting her steed as she gave a simple look up to the stars above her. The void in the visor of her helm gave no emotion away. Only, a mere gaze. "Alas. . ." She spoke, softly. "Tides finally turn. Destinies, finally rewrite themselves. . ." She never knew the emperor or any Imperial properly after the realm moved to Azuras. All those she did, passed long ago. The templar stood still for another moment. A thousand thoughts paused in an instant, allowing her to move on. With a small kick of her heels, the horse resumed its walk down the roads.

Lea and i would get along!! Feel like she has interesting things to say when asked the right questions. I'd probably get annoyed by her after a while though, BUT NOT ENOUGH FOR ME TO EVER HATE HERR!!! First thing i'd do with her is probably get her to try Pinterest, feel like my girl would love it. Same for just the CONCEPT of Minecraft as a whole ToT (Yes, Lea WOULD play LotC aswell) This is a fun question! Love it!!

"Is this the fabled Thanium Nuke in action?!"

"Not this again. . ." A guard who's tired of the war, exhaled in an exhausted manner.

A certain Ceru- Sutican guard is utterly confused as to how this happened at all. "What is Sutica?" She asked, not at all having lived during it's glory days.

Learza 'eeeks' with excitement upon receiving her invite. "Finally!!" - "These two singlehandedly make times less grim with all their masterfull events! This will be extraordinary!!" She exclaimed, walking to her wardrobe to unpack her favorite dress.

noooo not Nick!! but for real, Hick was a based one. He rocked a wheelchair like no other! :pensive:

based character, will miss em

A Cerulian guard who witnessed his end. Didn't smile. "I didn't like him, but any who beg for mercy in the face of their demise: are always an unsettling sight." She thought solemly, as she polished her newly smithed Estoc! "I hope this will help Evy recover. . ." (( Awesome character! will miss him Dx ))

The Cerulian guard had read the missive of the event, only a day prior to finding out that a friend of hers was caught in the blast. "Chance or destined; it matters not." - "You still live, that is what matters most." She spoke with him in the capital's centre. The young dwed before her; clad in Urguani armor, missing a limb at his age. ". . .Terrorists. . ." Is the only word that repeated in her mind.

Learza heeds this missive as she practices her newly learned skills in Templarism. "You know. . . He might be the only darkspawn of any kind i would never dare raise my blade against." She chuckled. Not knowing herself if she is serious or not as she aurablasted another flashbang in the middle of her home. " . . . I shall always remain a fan first!"

Learza heeds the missive with great joy! As she donated away the ores she's mined for the hundreth time; "Alas! We unite. It was about time if you ask me." Her worn pickaxe being tossed aside as she lifts another from her stash. Swinging it on her back to mine and gather once more!

Learza read the missive with great curiosity. "This will certainly stir the nest." She scanned the names listed. Taking them all in mental note. ". . .Those who are innocent, will have to prove it." - "Those who aren't, will leave. Or die." The Templar guard then placed the missive aside as she went to arm up and get back to duty.

"You cannot be serious. . ." Was Learza's initial reaction to this news as she paid mind to recent decisions she's made, before an annoyed and tired sigh escaped her. The mali'aheral rolled up the missive and added it to the others she's collected, all of which carry the same form of news. ". . . Seems i've lost count. . ."

[ ! ] Learza's breath breaks into sobs. Harsh, shaking cries that echo off the marble walls that make her home. She sinks to her knees amidst the ruin she's made of her otherwise tidy study. Her oldest, most dear friend is gone. Executed by the same Empire she already cursed. Atop that, the ache of her new Connection surges. Sparring against her usual calm. All she can do is scream to the stars. Grief, fury and helplessness spilling out in a single trembling cry. This was going to be a long year. . .

An elfess whom had the unfortunate luck to witness it all unfold first hand, reads the writing. "A trial they promised, a massacre they delivered." - "Goes to show how honourable and truthfull this so called 'Empire' truly is. Resorting to weak lies and a witches deception to simply get what they want, not need. A childs behaviour..." She hissed then, remembering events that followed. "If they do not play fairly, who's to say i shouldn't either?" She added with a short tongue. Going to grab her quill and ink, writing a letter to one she should have written to long ago...

"Yes... What he said." Learza said, approving of how short and clear this message is before she starts reading the list of signatures. "..."

Learza Reavenkind read the missive in shock and disbelief. She fell still for a moment. One would swear she was holding her breath in that time, for how unmoving she remained. "By the Flame..." Is all she murmured. This Mali'aheral had no known fondness for the city and their laws. "Many will be relieved by this, whilst others will curse this day 'till the ends of their own." "What of them?" She then asked herself, wondering what would happen to her friends whom reside within those very walls. If time allows, Learza would make her way to the trial.

Thank you for the announcement Daisy!!

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ Greetings to all who dwell in the realms of both mortal and immortal grace. Let me share with you a quiet, unknown tale. You read of an Elf of far-wandering paths and kind spirit. For years she has traveled many lands, studied lore and listened to whispered tales. Resulting in a burning conviction within her heart: To walk the path of a guardian of courage, magic and honor. Countless days she has searched, countless times her luck yielded nothing. No matter the blockades, she would continue pursuit. Yet, she remains untested. Unsatisfied. Until a tale was carried to her ear by calm winds of hushed legends. Tales of The Templars of Malchediael. Her spirit could not help but be entranced by the glory filled stories of old and new. Her interest was peaked at last. This lead to a wish, a wish to learn more, a wish to discover more. A yearning for the Radiant Cause developed. The result of said yearning, finally lead to this hushed tale of her own. Now she asks, nay, begs. For a recognised and worthy Knight of the Radiant Templars to share the Aengul's Light. To share His magic, His strength. His courage. "Speak a name, tell a location, leave a clue. I will come. If you would see whether I am worthy, send me a test, a quest—any trial of courage or sacrifice—and I will answer." With this final breath. Her tale comes not to an end, but a mere pause. For it is bound to be endless still. ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺