Mynto

Top ten personas, go! (And rank them)

Would you say lotc has been a detriment to your health? Ex: sleep schedule

"Believe in free speech... and yet choose it to make jokes in poor taste?" A velvet clad laurir hummed leaning over the missive that slid across the counter of the tavern, "Perhaps you are just, ne funny."

". . . My dearest patients. . ." a high elf mumbled to no one but the base of a tree he'd been harvesting Frost Vine off of. The doctor's eyes stayed affixed on the name Dorin Starbreaker after a brief reading, before he'd lean back and pace away quickly to the next node ". . . I'll visit. . . I'll visit when they've got themselves well organized again. They'll take me back- surely. . . hopefully. Maybe?"

Beneath a fallen city of silver, an 'aheral did rest, leaning back on his chaise lounge as a drake whispered its woes to him and him alone. Hymnals' own declaration in bold stared back at him, and he'd wonder how long it had been since he'd given such an ultimatum. A decade, he'd figure. "Well, larimar..." He'd spoke to the other mali across the low table, who sat politely upright with her own copy. "The paper did you a great service, you look at peace. Ehya... perhaps now I've earned the right to say... I was right?"

I ate my peach cobbler while reading this

"So he shall still raise a sword against myself, basically...?" - "Wish me health- TCH.... moi fokk'n arsehole." A slow grumble, deepened from sleep and dreams muttered as a servant read him his due papers and 'apology'. ". . . I'm going back to sleep, tell Celia'dant I'll be over for tea. She shan't have her revenge, at least.... 'net with mae involved"

One of the copies returns folded in on itself, delivered upon a slow, lazy beetle that wibble wobbles its way towards it's destination. Having let the poor thing free from its delivery service, and opening the writing etched on the back of the letter, the therapist replied: I do apologize again for involving the likes of many. However, I've already provided the most peaceful and easiest solution possible. I can't force it to accept my olive branch. -Hymnal

[ ! ] The following missive is sent out into every city, every town, every nook and cranny upon the backs of clumsy but determined beetles. Have any to be opened, it'd read: Lorandil Sindarin, you are the type of man who'd rather pick a fight with some guy than visit your only child. This is far from the first time, what is it now.... the fifth? Sixth? I'm tired. So, I shall offer the people what they want. A dead elf and mina. My first missive to the general public and Lorandil, forgive me, for I will admit now to the many errors in my writing. I am, as well, quite shy and drunk. However: I hereby place a bounty on Lorandil Sindarin for twenty-five hundred mina. Such a bounty may be completed upon showing me all of the following: His head- or more specifically his mechanical eyes. Both of his arm prosthetics. His singular leg prosthetics. I request that such be stolen off of his corpse, so that if his soul dares to revive, it shall have to do so struggling and begging for help amongst strangers. Have one prefer it, such a sum can be provided in herbs. Two thousand and five hundred mina in herbs, all of which are evenly priced at 3 mina per. I thought it'd be a rather fun and whimsical option, for I own that many to afford to do so. Pay shall be docked by 1000 mina have I to get word that either Aurelith Silevon or my ward Delphin be harmed because of Lorandil's unforgiving pen. Additionally, an extra two hundred and fifty mina may be granted to have someone or some party bring my dearest cousin Celia'dant Ana'halrae with them, and assist her in slaying Lorandil. I will only provide this bonus after I hear her own lips recite what transpired between all present. Such a bonus is mina only; no herbs can be earned in such a way, lest one would like to use a portion of the initial bounty in place for it. I do encourage my cousin's participation so that she may very well receive some form of closure against her now ex-husband. Profile: Gender: Male Race: Elf (high) Height: 6'0 without his supports Build: lean build, only 1 flesh and blood limb of note. Head: Abhorrently scarred, missing ears, white medium (for men) hair, blue eyes. Such a marred form has been earned due to a werewolf attack. As for my own credentials, I would assure you all that they remain as aggressively neutral as always. I left Haelun'or and its culture more than 70 years ago. Whilst yes, I speak to them, I speak to everyone and almost everything that comes my way. Darkspawn, of course, are exempt. I have worked loyally for a single establishment for forty years as both a therapist and psychiatrist, and was later hired to teach Mechanics of the Mind and Psychology and Behavior at a university. A fight has been picked against a social worker, a noncombatant, and an illed man. I understand Lorandil's turmoil too well, for in many ways I am in the same situation. I am, but the shell of a high elf promised to be one of the "thill", alas, unlike Lorandil- I cannot be one. For I am lacking severely in one of their highest values, health. To be born this way, and with no one to blame but poor genetics, would've been cruel no matter the race I'd been born into. I have never held this back from my patients, the authorities, or passersby who ask about my mental fortitude. Many of them can just tell. Of which, I admit, often how my heart bleeds so severely, for I feel for all intelligent and good beings and rip at my skin when such people offer me the barest amount of kindness. I've offered what sanity I have left to others, I happily take on their burdens- gently offer suggestions, diagnose, steer them away from addictive substances, and even forgive those who have attempted to take my life. I'd think, had his missive not dared to place mina against my family I would have accepted his blade peacefully. There is no honor to be had in killing me, and you only made it a public announcement hurt me, and hurt you did. You have placed bounties on my family, what was once your family. But then the accusations against my character are... that I told others about your faults? I hadn't just told other high elves, I told the people under my cousins rules, I told clans of our dark elven brothers, I even told admittedly vaguely the headmaster of the university I work at that you cannot be a functional and decent person. I am at fault because I cannot tolerate you? That I cannot sit in the same table, and not raise my voice when you so clearly use yours to oppress the very people who love you? To be silent would be to accept you, to endorse your behavior. I wouldn't be able to live with myself, as a man in psyche, to permit it. I forbade it, as a patriarch, and now you whine loudly that you shan't have your way. Goodness knows how Celia'dant handled it. How your daughter, Mira'lean handles it. Now what has Lorandil done? Upon recalling from my own memory, Lorandil Sindarin is guilty of the following (if being an elf is not reason enough for some): Adultery against my cousin, of which they'd been courting long before such an event during Aevos. Forced my cousin to raise his child, whom he'd have with the other woman. Verbally abused and regularly silenced my kin, the source of most of my rage. Abandoned your wife and child for years at a time, whilst they begged you to visit. Blamed my cousin for running away in tears when she feared you. I nursed her back to health for years in my office, and your apology was to give her a literal bone. Alike that of a master to its dog. Claimed you made so much mina whilst away, when the family never saw a single coin of it save for half of one year's rent. Abandoned most recently by both his ex-wife and his now fatherless child- apparently forever. Makes a bounty on said cousin's family after admitting his defeat to me privately in a letter. Promised a clinic a set of extremely specific medicines for the ill-minded, and later sold them to someone else out of spite. Pulled a knife on a nun in Alba, who cried, pleaded, and desperately still called him a friend. Went around as a slasher in Alba, and then returned under the new persona of a kind, gentle medic. Participated in race-mixing, albeit between two elf subraces... twice. Being broke, for who gives out bounties less than 500 mina? A rather extensive list I'm sure, but all of which I know to be true. My greatest fault has been speaking too bluntly for those around me, but speak I must. Enough of Azuras knows my character to be lacking in subtle execution, as I see it as a great insult to hold back the truth in any way. With this, be assured that I've either been a first witness or a second-hand witness to the aforementioned sins. To my patients, my dearest patients, If I am to die too early in my life, I would feel entirely and utterly incomplete if I could not direct you to the other therapists who so loyally serve you. There are so few of us, and I'd find no rest knowing some of you may not know where to go for the help you need. Amara Galnyrys, therapist of Junmara Arvel Tou Mondblume, therapist of Viru Irene Smirnova, therapist of Petra Each of these individuals, whilst I know none of them well, is to my knowledge, accepted and defended by their respective communities. With that, I recognize their efforts and recommend their services. I wish you all a safe and swift journey to see them, I wish you all health and wellness, and I wish you all some peace of mind- one I may be unable to provide you for some time. I hadn't anticipated that my very life would suddenly be worth some monetary value; I'd been at a rare state of peace upon receiving the aforementioned bounty against me. Please, drink some water. Try to eat well. Express yourselves when you need to- and know that you are not alone. My request then, to have Lorandil ended, is a hypocritical one against my own professional morals and values. Although what I seek is the swiftest redirection away from myself and my family. I do sincerely apologize to my kin, the Ana'halrae, the much more removed Sileveon, and to everyone else who seems to have been dragged down by Lorandil's splash radius of names. I sincerely hope that you forgive my act of selfishness, for I cannot rest seeing my family in danger. To my current employer, Alistair Reinhold, and my colleagues and students of The People's University, I will be requesting some time until my personal affairs have died down, as I would not wish to endanger the lives of any of you so carelessly. In the meantime, I shall be taking the time to plan out some exciting lessons- 'Dragon Rider's Paralysis' comes to my mind first. I remain motivated and excited to participate. To the general public, I await some letters to come my way, surely, about my impulsive actions. Though I may remind you, I was at peace being left alone by this man. With my peace preemptively disturbed comes a very fair exchange. Have Lorandil Sindarin write several letters admitting fault against me and my family (which requires a letter to each of the following: myself, Celia'dant Ana'halrae, Mira'lean Ana'halrae, Delphin, Aurelith, and Ignotus), and drop the charges against me, Delphin, and Aurelith) then I see no reason to hold onto my grudge and will drop my own bounty. That being said, until these requirements are met... happy hunting, my beloved patients. You are now in a race to kill, against Lorandil's pen. In addition, here are some technical errors on Lorandil's bounty: Delphin has never and will never be an Ana'halrae. He is my ward, and remains such. My name is Emrys Ana'halrae, Hymnal is but a nickname. If he cannot pay rent how can he pay you, the public, for my head? Who the hell puts a bounty on a therapist? Signed, Dr. Emrys "Hymnal" Ana'halrae OOC: My first big post ahhhhhhh!!!! *crying inside*

"Am I only worth four hundred...? It'd be more sensible have my bounty be the full thirteen hundred mina offered..." He'd hum, lowering the bounty with a trembling hand- He'd been chuckling softly upon reading this missives title. "Lorandil. . . Mere words cause your hand to write me a longer letter than any of the ones you sent your own wife?" The 'aheral, now considered a part of the "thill" would turn to stare over the wall of his underground office. A single sliver of a note pinned to it with the force of a stake. "I still fail to see how I was ever wrong, my loud aelillyt'ii"

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". . . Ah' would'ave worded et as 'One n' Un' counseling, but net bad- net bad at all" The crooked psychiatrist mumbled, having received the missive from a old patient of his. He'd lower it from his gentle gaze and rested his eyes from the morning sun, allowing himself a thin smile as his companion raves on about some perceived 'competition'. "Ahhhh.... fok, how exciten', less work fer me... n' a proper colleague tew compare notes wit'th." He'd slouch some, letting his gaze open halways dreamily "Et's hardleh competition... it's mo'soh bettah accessibility for every'un. T'hoh... I wondah' how much practice my llir'ii actually has wit' patients..." He'd fold the missive carefully, and slips it under his heavy coat with a contented grumble. "Thoh' n Petra ov all places? GREK!" He'd choke out one syllable of laughter "Couldn't 'Ave picked ah closer location tew mae work aye? AhYAH!"

Fizz, you were apart of my role playing journey from almost the way Beginning. There's an endless abundance of creativity and whimsy about you that I personally wouldn't want to see diminished. This news doesn't come as a suprise, and in some way I feel the same, but I just want you to know what a honor its been knowing you. Whether I see you soon, or a few years from now, know I'd be down to rp with you again. Also sorry about delaying the funeral for your persona Celia, it's been difficult in general to schedule things. You really helped me flesh out my persona in ways I maybe wasn't ready for, and I know you'll thrive in other places. I knew you first as a girl trapped in a cats body, then the most unapologetically impure pink high elf I know. You were never boring to be around, that's for sure. Thank you for everything!

"... Strong as a bull...?" an 'aheral mumbled whilst sorting out the newest stack of paperwork, having just read the missive. "Certainly so, though el javi es still much smaller than one, ne?" He jests to no one but his lover who tailors himself some robes in the same room. "We ought to visit again soon, to congratulate our dearest son in law" @T_one21

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"... This llir has taken the words right out of my mouth, larimar" One crooked therapist whispered, over the body of a fair haired relative- leaving the missive atop the sheets over a few others he'd place just hours ago. After a silent beat he'd climb down the balconies ladder and look through the copper grates to...Urguan, a home he's had long before applying before citizenship. With quiet resolve, he steps closer- peering through to spectate as the dwedmar and citizens of the dwarven capital rally, pitying his Caurosian lliran for not having nearly as much fire. "... I'll be downstairs, I must prepare for a new wave of patients Celia'dant. "

Honestly, I wouldn't mind this whole world domination thing if the Empire wasn't just so... plain. Feels very 'WE'RE HUMANS, RAHH!' without much flavor to keep it even remotely interesting. A bit like a bagel, with no cream cheese. Just as nutritious for the server and complex in rp as a boiled circular piece of bread with a dash of salt.

This missive would indeed be found, by one endeared and slightly relieved high elf deep in the caves of Urguan's capital. Had he been asked about it, he'd reply in a patient and amused tone "... You know what... as much as this missive horribly misrepresents my character... I'm happy for her. Truly. How can I complain about another therapy office opening? It'd normalize the practice, and reach those who hesitate at my front door... I'd only hope Hazel won't assault her own patients with more of her stink bombs, if anything."

Carried by a rotund bee who'd softly thunk against his office window, this missive would have found itself in the hands of one reclusive and slightly buzzed mali'aheral. "... I suppose t'hen dae still consider mae one o' em?" he'd mumble with a gruff slur, setting the missive aside his patients files as he organized the shelves "Ah' wonder how long et'd take fer em teh ferget' mae hospitality again..."

MC Name: HallowsEveFreak Discord: wruh_wroh_wraggy (may show up as Mynto) Image: Description of Image: A cat hanging on to a rope with a mushroom hat Dimensions: 2 high, 1 wide

It'd be but a few elven days until one Emrys Ana'halrae found one of the missives, having tugged it free from a jungle bush on his way to the motherland. He'd only skimmed it before baling his fist and constricting it within his grasp. Perhaps, he won't be making one of his routine visits- he didn't feel well enough to be civil. Though as his steps continued their trek off course, he wondered if he ought to return home too.