Chrisdena

It's about time we cleaned up the server. Some don't really understand that we still have young adults whom play here.

Yeah I have this giant party I'm going to be at in Seattle. So I cross my fingers I get there in time.

So close to the Super Bowl.. Will staves be provided as well, to us Ascended Folk? Oh well I'll hold myself from my beer before then.. Go Hawks!

This seems interesting, But, I have a feeling people might abuse this.

Thank you for the hard work to fix the server issues. I hope the server will become stable. Unless we get a random Minecraft Patch this week.

It's Aeriel not Aerial.))

Chrisdena also shows up, wearing a green, white, and gold hinted field dress. She stops near Blundermore, allowing her carved wooden staff to rest. The top of the staff, appears to be a figuring kneeling for prayer. "Once again, another fool claiming to be a savior." her warm toned voice spoke, as she sighed softly. Those large blue eyes looks towards Blundermore, "Time and time again, they continuing to proclaim as such.. To my eyes, the mere Village Idiot."

I'm all for this. I've seen fellow friends whom spent thousands of minas on Ascended-related books. And to find out there was nothing inside these books.

And removed ex-gms rank. /sadface Oh well. :3

A fail human woman stands, overlooking the view of Stonebrooke, from Aeriel's Peak. Wearing bits of iron armor, with a white and red dress over it. The signature headpiece removed, Her soft blue eyes glances at one of copies of the original letter on parchment paper in her hands. Trembling at the cold wind blowing at her fail body, allowing her hair to blow with the breeze.She pushes aside her brown and blonde hair from her face. As those blue eyes peers at the paper once again. "Went off to find your Queen. I didn't know you truly cared for my Sister of Ascended blood. I thought it was only strategic marriage. I guess with time, love's bonds become stronger." She mutters under her breath. As continues to read, she stops suddenly peering at a freshly planted Birch Tree. "Shame you couldn't survive to see this, Safen. You would wanted to leave this solitude to be there." She turning back to the paper in her hand. The woman's' small and frail fingers, tighten to hold onto the paper. "I do hope Shoi, has grown up a bit.. Perhaps this time apart might even made me change as well. Perhaps, try to be friendlier to one another." the woman spoke to herself, turning her lips into a smile. She turns her back, peering at the small piece of land that she owned. "I guess once an Alrasian always part of Alras." Some laughter is heard from behind the small cabin. Two children darted from the cabin, heading to the small tree farm to play.. "I guess it's time to show the world, that I haven't died yet. Far from it. I have to protect those whom the Almighty sent to us." she chuckled. Watching the kids playing, noting the resemblance of Chrisdena and Safen. "Perhaps I'll be useful to Alras, like I've done before. And I do want my children to grow up in a decent place to live then this shack. Also, to not allow our mistakes ever happen again." Chrisdena spoke, peering at her wrapped left hand, still slowly bleeding, since Aegis. Chrisdena closes her eyes, remembering Alras being taken over by the Undead."When my brothers and sisters did our best to save all the races. As, Aeriel's Chosen."