Dyn

Sabastion Mauviette wakes up in the streets, hair messy and face needing cleaning. As he heads out to find a suitable place to bathe, he comes across the poster and stares at it. For the longest time, he just stares before finally extending his hand to take it. The person is unfamiliar to him as well as the treatment that she seems to endure, though he seems to care for some reason. "A sign...? Is it... Supposed to be a sign I'm supposed to go back to this work?" He seems to say out loud, no louder than a whisper. He examines the details before folding the poster and walking around, trying to match up the picture with the surrounding houses.

((So few Hansetians ;-;))

Hnnnnng. -Looks between approval and secret code five alert. Nodding, he smashes his fist through the glass casing that covered code five in order to drop an approval nuke onto the thread.- (Fancy way to say +1)

Wood elf Dyn approves. (Only because the mightier Dark Elf Dyn allows it.)

Dyn stays still, staring at the body without any real movement besides his breathing. The words he wants to shout out refuse to rise as he merely mutters to himself. He hasn't been the best father, but he still cared deeply for Angel. After a small period of time, he finally pulls down his goggles to cover his eyes as he walks away, not wanting to allow anyone to see his tears.

Hansetian: Sabastion Mauviette MC name: Demonxerov2

((Who is to say I didn't fill one out for another dwarf instead? They're not exactly locked in a vault,))

Am I able to appeal my current warn?

Dyn slips a note on, only really having filled it out to make Ellsia seem better. Afterwards, he searches around for his little Ellsia teddy bear.

Dyn looks at the note before tearing it up and throwing it away. "Trying to make a list of assassins for them to kill? Well, not getting me."

Dyn ponders for a moment before turning back to face Urasept and his wife. "I apologize for my words. It was wrong to insult you in such a way without proper thought of how you would feel. And the reason I'm shouting is because I'm all the way back here."

Dynasty passes by, quickly pinning his note to the board as he continues searching. "The Sentinels. I asked Benedict why he was so terrible at protecting someone, he replied by saying its his job to protect the city, not the health of the citizens. This comment, in addition with all the other issues, has made me decide I no longer wish to reside in Malinor. -Dynasty"

Dyn stands up, glaring straight at Urasept before replying in a harsh tone. "You think my life has been all that great? I've been forced to do things I hate, I've been beaten repeatedly for muttering words, I've killed people for the safety of my own life. My family has been abused for generations by the monsters of Asulons and I'm not refering to the dead that walk. I've lost family because of the scourges that live within our four nations. I don't necessarily care if we choose to become tribal or not, but I want us to focus on who we are and keep ourselves from becoming those we choose to get away from. Some uruks have honor, while some choose to merely enslave the weaker and kill for the sake of a mug of ale. I'm sorry if I have offended you, but there are things that must be considered."

Finally, Dyn nods with a smile. "And then we can have our society back? No more prosecution?" Dyn queries out loud.

"Then what?!" Dyn snaps at Khel, "What will we become? You invite us all here, tell us about our blood and strength, yet you have yet to tell us an actual plan."

Dyn snaps his gaze to Idelmar, yelling back at him. "You think I don't know that?! But what am I suppose to get from tribal? Us running around in loin cloths? What will other races think other than to compare us to the filth."

Growling a bit, Dyn repeats himself. "Again, I'd like to not become like the uruks. What would separate us from them? Other than the smell."

Dyn raises a brow at the last remark. Sighing, he leans back and speaks his mind again. "No offense Khel, but I'd rather not become like the uruks that wronged us so in Normandor."

Dyn nods to words of Khel, at least the ones he understands, before shouting out. "And what of the non-dark elves? Do you expect me to just abandon my daughter? One of the few things I have left to smile about? I agree that I don't want a home in Malinor, but not all dark elves are great either! Lyweneth is a prime example."

As Dyn arrives, he shifts his glance to look around. Noticing a bit of dark elves collecting, some familiar and some new, he merely goes to isolate himself in a corner of the area. Then realizing it's a circle, he tries to choose the least populated area for himself and sits.

Dyn takes his letter, quickly reading it over for letting out a sigh. Slowly he turns from his duties to check on this meeting.

Dyn eyes the poster, curious of what a "Blackmont" is before he sees the name "Augustus Flay", someone who he had thought long dead. The man who practically tortured Bethina, the same who had his goons attack Dyn harshly for living. Dyn's anger surfaced as a fist was sent at the poster. He had doubts that August would even remember him or his family. But Dyn knew him. Dyn never forgot what made him change into the murderer he was now. Whether he was better than August or not wasn't his concern, only making August pay in blood. Dyn scribbled his note, signing it at the bottom with his Straton, and sent it off with his crow.

I'm okay with the idea, but I'm still going to RP my sweet bread as sweet bread X3

These parchments can currently be found at: The Cloud Temple against a sandstone pillar, Outside of Malinor's front gates, by the lion statue in Salvus, one resides with Amariel. It reads, "Nua, please come to Malinor to talk to me. I miss you so much. I'm so sorry for everything I did. -Signed, Dynasty" Very few words for a large parchment.