Eliseth

Sloane read upon the letter, her countenance pensive. Her thoughts her own in the moment. "A wanted Uruk... wanted by who?" she gave a click of her tongue. She folded the letter, stashing it aside.

"I am Ayni'munay Sayani'yarlequé!" she declared before Maeril "That is a mouthful child" she said in the sweetest tone "How about I call you Ayni?" the young girl smiled before she declared "And you will be Mae!" "I can be your tome keeper assistant!" A young girl called out through a hazy memory. The young child followed Maeril through the expanding library, assigned with carrying books and keeping up with her studies. "You're Maeril, the slayer of the last witch!" the child proclaimed, though she had no power to give titles, she pretended she did. The young child, Ayni Reinhold, often found within the same library, sat at home. Her collection grew, now stashed within her home at the Reinhold Keep. She didn't know of the fate that had befallen her Gran-Ama, one of the first who had shown her kindness since her travels landed her in Azuras. She received a letter, alongside a package. She had a wondrous smile, curiosity brimming on Ayni's mind. Her smile did not last long, as humidity formed at the edges of her eyes before they too fell. She had only known Mae for a short time, but she learned what love looked like, before she had met her now parents. It was a long time, but after many sniffles. She took a moment, comforted by her mother and father. "I know what I want to be..." it started.

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Sloane Kunya Pachakutiq had a warm smile on her features as she glanced over the missive. She had a satchel set aside, with gifts befit for the Tar. She gave a small glance over the missive "Well, I must find a suitable candidate for this ball now must I?" A soft chuckle escaped her.

A fiery haired woman glanced over the missive, a curious eye meeting the planning. A small smile formed across her lips "This is my chance, to rid the plague of corruption" Sloane Pachakutiq glanced down at her Champi before placing the missive down "I must see if supplies are needed for such an order" she then went off preparing to write a missive.

Sloane glanced at the options before her, having vomited 10 times trying to learn even how to use a controller. "Sure, why not this one?" As she selects Yoshi.

Who is your Opp? And why is it not me?

What brings you the most joy from LOTC? If you could go back in time, with the knowledge with where your character would end up and start from the beginning. Which character would you 'retry'? Would you change anything in particular with them? Do you have games on your phone? Do you have anything in the works that you would like to tease, inside or outside LOTC. Thank you for being such an incredible friend :D

Lady Sloane Kunya Pachakutiq considers what she shall present within. A grand event requires a grand dress, or a new set of armor. She pondered to which. Much to plan, much to plan.

Ayninakuy antaki Virú To my beloved Turi, It saddens me to hear of your withdrawal from Paramount. You led with a welcoming mindset, always focusing on the well-being of our cultured city and its citizens. The work you have achieved in your time as Paramount has set the foundations of our city to thrive. I shall build on the work you have established, I shall make you proud. Kuyakim. Your Pani, Sloane Kunya Pachakutiq To the Ciudadano of Virú, I take this mantle prepared to continue Aureliano’s work to bring Virú to greatness. Our Concejo y Corte de Girasoles are eager with new initiatives, projects, and policies to make living within Virú better than it has been before. I come to you with hope, for our present and future. May the sunqu of Virú continue strong. Para Virú! Lord Paramount, Lady Sloane Kunya Pachakutiq Her Ladyship, Lady Sloane Kunya Pachakutiq, Lord Paramount of Viru

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Wonderful people to rp with and grand plans for their future +1

How are you so cool all of the time?

Sloane glanced about the missive with a warm smile upon her face. "I always knew you had the ability within you Melisandra. Now to pick out a dress" the woman was off to find a fashionable fabric.

Thank you - I didnt plan to cry tonight, but those plans changed.

Para el Cóndor Rojo, para Virú!!!!

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A personal retrospective on Akal following the execution of his father - Akal'Ahern awoke within his barracks - seemingly another day for the young man. He followed his mundane routine, moving into the vibrant and beautiful city of Cerulia. He answered the gates, welcoming in travelers and tended to his duties. Throughout his day, he found respite - and, possibly on a whim, decided to visit his father. The young boy, immature to the world and it's brevity for those you hold dear. He saw the door open, the house barren of it's decor he had become so accustomed to. He was uneasy during his patrol, keeping an eye out for anyone that could answer this question burning in the back of his mind. Then he spotted her - the field marshal Ilmra. "Ilmra - C-can we speak?" The young boy mustered with what little strength he had. They met within her office - a discussion of the events ensued. He laid his sword upon the chair in her office "I am resigning from my post" Left his mouth, somehow having enough courage to even mutter such a phrase. After a long conversation the words were finally met with "You are herby dismissed from the Cerulite Military". The boy felt - uncertain if this was the right move, but he was out to find his true purpose - not finding some complacency within his ideal world that he built himself. Akal - found himself deep within the woods, where no one could hear his cries of pain or weakness of his loss. His weeps were lost to the world - as his father was lost to him. As he took for granted, the fact that elven lifespans could be cut short by something as simple as steel. A lesson he will carry with his rather short lifespan compared to his family.

A woman gives a warm smile, holding a momento of her lover, "perhaps you will be home in time for us to celebrate." She rushes to write a letter.

No question - just here for the cat pics. Muhahah! Secret question! If you could change one single thing in LOTC - what would that be?

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Lady Sloane Bishop held the missive within her hand giving a soft hum - she heard the news of her cousins departure. "Tupananchikkama" the woman stashed the missive within her desk. Going back to her duties.