Leric

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In some distant land stood an aged 'ame of an age long past, venerator of Xan, Keeper of Order and Champion of the Paladins. Leric Tresery, bearer of titles spanning the centuries of existence, Father to only three blessed children. At his side stood his other half, their souls inexplicably intertwined for the ages to come. Vailoen Winterleaf, venerator of Xan, Keeper of Guardianship, Champion of the Paladins, esteemed friend to many, and even a Greater Mother to all who came into contact with her. Their child was lost to them. As the two stoically stood atop the precipice to what could only be described as paradise, they contemplated. Their minds and emotions so equally twisted from the years of service to their deity, only their respective halves could truly understand one another; yet they still stood in silence. Reflecting. Wondering. Cherishing. Every memory of their daughter flashing through their minds, reliving them one at a time in honor of the esteemed Andria Tresery. THEIR Andria Tresery. Hours past as the sun began it's descent past the horizon, it's golden rays illuminating the very features that stubbornly showed little to no emotion. A small smile here and there, the smallest of tears rolling down a cheek. The first to move was Leric, an arm reached towards the Lioness behind him, a calloused hand outstretched to her. "Come, Vailoen. We raised her. We should know she would not want us mourn her for too long. She is our daughter after all. She forever will be within our hearts." His words rung within the Elder Lioness' ears, striking true. Her hand met with his own, grasped firmly, and together they departed into the paradise beyond. An 'ame too of an age long past sat quietly. Yet this one overlooked a village of Mali' from the treetops above. Upon his grizzled features his lips curled into the slightest of frowns as he contemplated the life of his sister. Tristin Tresery's mind recalled all of his interactions with her, including the time the two of them had almost killed one another. Soon his frown faded, replaced by the slightest of upturn in his lips, a smile, if one could call it that. "I said to overcome your adversity, Andria. It was this second life, that was your misfortune, your denial of an honorable death. I am unbelievably sad to have lost one of my blood, my sister, but I am proud and happy knowing that you had achieved so much. That you have finally attained what you sought after. Rest well, Lioness." Spoke the once King of an age long past. He'd recline comfortably within the treetops, golden rays of light filtering through the verdant canopy illuminated his features, highlighting stray teardrops that rolled down his bronzed complexion. ((dude i barely know how to roleplay anymore you really made me pull something out like this))

An aged Mali'ame nestled comfortably within a tree as his gaze scanned over the missive. An inquisitive gaze scanned it's contents several times over before a sharp breath of air elicited from his lips. A few moments of silence would pass before he'd erupt in a brief, hearty chuckle. "The culmination of ambition wrought only from the strongest willed of our people. So long as the prosperity of our people is secured, the blessing of an aged Mali' such as myself is given. I wish only for the best of our people and their success." He'd murmur in soliloquy before a gust of wind rattling the treetops ripped the missive from his grasp, it's word to be spread to others.

An aged 'ame of stoic nature stood far from the gates of the Vale. A shrewd gaze cast upon the distant city as news of the proclamation had reached him. Many thoughts coursed through the hardened wit of the elf; a chuckle betraying his typical vigilance. "Pride too can be the folly of the Lion." He'd forewarn upon deaf ears, privy only to the fauna surrounding him. A breath of exasperation escaped from betwixt the bitter Elder's lips as conviction once more overtook him. "So be it." He muttered to himself before trudging off in direction of the city gates.

A battle-scarred 'ame exhaled a haggard sigh, calloused digits raking through a mane of ebon locks as his gaze drifted upon a nearby leaflet. His visage tightened, scrutinizing the parchment's text with an odd intensity. "Hnm, mayhaps I'll remind the world that I still live." The Mali' murmured to himself before setting off, a pack slung over his shoulder.

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Yeah this can work.

whens your next “im quitting” post. eager to start the bets on how long itll take for you to come back

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