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  1. Saint's 20th The demise of... ERYNDRAS SILVAR'NOCTIS Another lacklustre day turned out to be more significant than he'd intended. Born of a race far too long-lived, never to meet his median. A friend to some, ally to many, traveller to most. The mali always complained about how long he lives. How many people he sees die out, whether too early, or by the limitations of their lifespan. It tortured him, but regardless he carried himself with an almost bored expression. There were few who understood what he felt. Those like him typically saw others as inferior for their shorter lives, but him, he envied such. He envied how they are able to pass on and be with those they care about. The longevity was no blessing, only a curse. and he has always said those who call it anything else to be fools. The day had started as any other. The sun sneered down as he rose from his chambers, the pops and creaks of his body unrelenting as he reached for his weapons and armour. It was a day he'd been preparing for, word of undead had reached him. Through nothing but the will of his ego, he went out on his own, expecting an easy defeat as he may have gotten in his youth. There was no meal, no preparation whatsoever other than his own bravado and mental readiness. The fight was uneventful. it went about quick, but in his own ego, his guard dropped after laughing from what he called a decent hit. There was that moment, when he turned. Just his fatal error, where he'd lose his head. A single strike. And his body burned from the inside of the crucible which he called armour, reduced to scrap and left. What more is there to say?
  2. RP: Name: Fumia Liu Age: 19 Race: Human Reason for Enlisting: To serve the order as a servant/maid. Past Experience: Fumia was a servant for a lord in her old home before she left. OOC: MC Name: Neutral_Tones Discord Tag: neutral_tones
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    Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” Fumia Liu is a young girl from a far-off land in this fantastical world, one more closed off and unheard of; in terms of structure, it was similar to Asia. She's a simplye girl, not really the kind to think all that much, and just.. do, Fumia is kindhearted, yet air-headed, curious and outgoing, a general extrovert. The girl had set off from her home for no specific reason, simply for the adventure, she wanted nothiing more than to explore and find new people, and potentially find somewhere new she can call home. Her travel took some weeks, going far and wide, meeting new people, accidentally finding herself mixed in with trouble, sick, hungry, healthy, cold, tired, everything you can name, but never did she lose her will to go on, and she was still as up and cheerful as ever. Her journeys eventually found herself in this dingy village, where she looked around with seemingly boundless awe, excited by the littlest details of her ventures from faraway lands to wherever she had ended up now. Her simple mind ignored the putrid miasma which choked the air, and simply skipped around the site, until finally coming across this tent, in which she saw the older woman, and seemed to grow even more amazement. "You know me?" she'd question, completely air-headed to what this woman might be suggesting, the interest glimmering in her rosy eyes like stars of the night sky. "Have we met before? Did my family send you a letter? Ooh ooh! Do you see the future?" the girl couldn't help but shoot questions left and right as she finally planted herself on the cushions, kneeling on it before setting down to sit on her calves, sort of. When the woman ignored her rapid-fire questions and simply asked for her story, Fumia complied, and began, "I'm Fumia Liu, I come from faaar away in that direction," she said, as she pointed roughly Eastward, turning back towards the woman as her hands folded on her lap, "I came travelling to find somewhere really nice. I heard there were some in this region, or further West.. I'm not fully sure..." Fumia leaned back a little, and pivoted her upper body straight again, "I've been travelling for a long while now, I've met all sorts of people, and I've really come to like cooking.. and brewing meade.. and other stuff! I'm not exactly the best yet but I kinda hope someone in a nice city would help me learn, that's why I set out! You wouldn't happen to know anyone, would you? I met this one person.. he was called.." and.. as if on cue.. Fumia began rambling on about her journeys so far.. who she met.. what she picked up.. etcetera. It went on for a short while.. probably until the lady got tired of hearing her speak and sent her off.
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