Goon

I voted no but I didn't mean to

The young Illatian man, Cosimo Falcone, glanced over the missive, a coy smirk coming over his expression as he's given a chance to represent his heritage proudly. In seemingly just a flick of his wrist, the youth procured forth a writing device to pen through the attached survey, drafted by the Carrion-Tuvyic. 

Though, quickly his eager smile faded, replaced now with a disbelieving disgust. "Cos'è questo, what is this!? They have'a all the different elves, but they can' remember to put the Illatian people!?" A contempt scoff as the youth snatched the sheet from the surface it lay upon, crumpling the sheet into a compact ball before lazily chucking it over his shoulder. "Pezzo de merda." He grumbled spitefully, retrieving a blank sheet now to begin penning a letter to the author of the missive.

damn. another fallen soldier, freed from they fray

guess I got a few questions then:
1) what you wanna do when you come through?
2) should I quit too?

edit: had to edit this to say something more heartfelt. all it took was me saying the word of my people to silence an entire vc and you were the only person brave enough to talk to me for the rest of that event LMAO. thats how I knew you were a real one. we didn't rp much- if ever, but gosh darn it if I don't consider you my boy nonetheless. 

onto bigger and better things bro

[!] A flyer was posted across Almaris, wherever flyers may be posted.

PURCHASE A CANNON

[!] An etching of a cannon was scrawled at the top-center of the page.

If it were possible for all peoples to own one, I would say to invest in your safety; buy a cannon. So, I wish to do my part to make this investment in your protection possible.

A small asking price for a big punch, an entire cannon can be yours for an easily negotiable price. If you’ve something to protect, purchase a cannon.

Contact Victor Santino in Providence.

Victor Santino, Cannon Connoisseur 

[OOC]

Contact goon#8136 on Discord to purchase.

RP Name: Alicjo Verrana
MC Name: MF_GOON
Voted: Yes :)

Cosimo Antony perks a brow upon the soliciting of the petition, letting out a disinterested, "Eh?" 

The boy snatched the sheet, darting his eyes against each of the lines that outlined the Pontiff's crimes, eventually flipping to skim against the signees. Upon seeing his aunt's name amongst the petitioners, the boy held a beckoning hand for a device to write - soon after, signing his name.

The young Falcone motioned the petition back, sucking his teeth before offering a simple response, "Man like that doesn' deserve to deliver the word of GOD."

ayo lemme uh, whenever they turn on events again, lemme come pls <3

AMBIENCE

After months of an absence, Alicjo Verrana returned himself to the guild hall, the one tucked away in the furthest depths and darkest alleys of the Orenian capital. Alone now, shutting the heavy wooden doors behind him, stoking a small fire for warmth against the winter chills, the man prepared himself for the mound of papers that found themselves piling. Only now, he'd add one more to the mass -- an envelope that awaited him, calligraphed with his name.

A woman's handwriting. 

The man took the dagger from the sheathe on his belt, surgically cutting against the envelope before pinching the note with two fingers, eventually conceding to shake the letter loose. Out fell a sheet, folded and scrawled in the same woman's handwriting.

And so the man read..

THE LETTER

Upon his first skim, the man scrambled to press his reading glasses against the bridge of his nose, expression growing more severe as his brown hues raced to finish each line. Quietly muttering to no one but himself, "No? No.."  His vain line of questioning only brought him to a fleeting chuckle, choosing to laugh now in the face of the adversity - the consistent reminders of his mortality that became more and more frequent in his old age.  

Taking a soft, meditative inhale, the man gave the letter a shake, opting now to read over its entirety- and a smile stayed plastered against his expression. "You and I both, Solenne. Though, I never thought I'd give you a chance to break mine."  He managed a faint chuckle, bringing his lensed eyes up from the sheet toward the fire that roared in front of him, as if he expected her to be there behind the letter she wrote him. But you know she wasn't.

And not too soon after, the silence of the guild hall grew evermore unsettling, save for the sound of the splintering wood that roasted hearthside. And the longing smile he held across his countenance faded shortly. Loosing his pinch against the farewell note now, the paper sunk to rest atop the others, the glasses over his eyes falling the same fate. A hand of his pressed to clamp his shaved scalp, thumb resting deep against his temple as he sought to weld his water-logging eyes shut now.

Stoic in expression. Catatonic in motion.

And so, the man just sat.

Albeit, none the wiser to her passing, a Southeron man would start to reflect fondly on the Rhenyari woman he acquainted himself with all those years prior. 

"I'll try to see her the next I'm in Oren." A passing thought remarked, moving on soon after.

[ ! ] A flyer would be posted wherever a flyer may be posted - taverns, posts, poster boards. 

AMBIENT MUSIC

- THE FIRST -

♜ SUTICAN CHESS TOURNAMENT ♜

“When war is neit in season, the wisest commander still sharpens his strategy.” 

                                                                                                     - A retired, chess playing commander.

Chess is a board game of old, played for centuries before and centuries to come by men and women of cloth or steel. A pastime of many in the modern home or a routine exercise for the chieftains- chess is a game of craft and wits, only requiring basic knowledge of each piece's purpose to begin.

♜   ♜   ♜

The Free State of Sutica opens the invitation to everyone of all skill levels and from every nation to come and compete for the title of

Grand Champion of Chess and the 150 mina grand prize.

♜   ♜   ♜

 Refreshments will be served, and various other forms of entertainment will be present through the city streets as to allow fun for all those who wish to come - spectator or participant.

♜ HOW TO PARTICIPATE ♜

To sign up for the tournament, fill out this form to submit your name. 

Then, show up. 

SIGN UP FOR THE BRACKET

[OOC]

Jan 16th, 2021

4:00PM EST

♜   ♜   ♜

Cosimo Antony quirked his brows as he read over the invitation, lower lip protruded slight. He gave a click of his teeth, muttering to himself, "I'm startin' to feel popular with all'a these invites." With that, the teen smiled, setting the invitation down on the stand by his bed before taking his hands to dig through his pockets to count the marks he'd need for a new outfit.

Cosimo Antony shook his head, impressed with the young boy's academic prowess. He sucked his teeth, idly rapping the back of his digits against the informative report before he set it down once more, "That Anthony -- rich and smart."  

Kai, bro..
Bittersweet moment, for you too I'm sure.
Part of me wants to say, "noooo don't go bro!" and the sane piece says, "not soon enough."

I just want the best for you and all the homies, if the best for you is 'not on LOTC' (and that is best for all of us, yes) then please.

Can't say I won't miss you but I'll find reasons to hit you up

and thank you for the stream of RP opportunities you gave me 

I'll always remember where I came from

IGN: Teefa

DISCORD: goon#8136

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NAME: Cosimo Antony d'Amato-Falcone

AGE: 13

CHOSEN BACHELOR'S DEGREE: Politics, Society, and Law 

CHOSEN MAJOR/S: Criminal and Civil Law

ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Swint Street 1

DO YOU REQUIRE A DORMITORY TO LIVE ON CAMPUS?: No

DO YOU REQUIRE A SCHOLARSHIP? (Each case for subsidised tuition will be looked at independently): No

have you figured out how the Vortex Rich Loamy Soil works? I'm trying to get Vortex rope but I'm pretty sure that you have to make the Vortex Ropewalk by placing two Vortex fences down at about 4-5 blocks apart, taking the Vortex Saw and right clicking against the Vortex fence- from there you should see the Vortex dropdown menu and you select Ropewalk on each one, if you don't do this on each one, then Vortex will bug out and delete your Vortex cotton threads, reverting them to regular vanilla Minecraft string. You don't want this. Once you create both ends of the Vortex ropewalk, you then place the Vortex cotton thread against the Vortex rop

Alicjo Verrana pins the missive up onto a large cork board in an office somewhere, large charcoal circling drawn fanatically around the date. 

The bald and bearded Alicjo Verrana rolled his shoulders in a concessive shrug upon hearing the news from a patron in his store. "I'm not surprised. It is Uruk nature." He apathetically added, leaning onto the counter as he pressed a folded hand against his face.

8 hours ago, Covey said:

@Motherchild

 

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bro??? this is a f***ing boat????????

my turn turns hat backwards points at you dramatically here we go

What are some goals you really hope you get to see through with Annabelle?

Were there any goals you had that took at turn because they just didn’t work out RPly?

And same question for little Nat: what kind of future do you hope for her?

i'm angry too, I hate this post!

bro you just got the green tags

MC Name:

         Motherchild

Character's Name:

         Alicjo Verrana

Character's Age:

         48

Character's Race:

         Farfolk

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Paladinism

Teacher's MC Name:

         Pogsies

Teacher's RP Name:

         Anduin Rhys Dering

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes

Cosimo Antony d'Amato-Falcone has not taken well to his mother's passing. The ten year old boy has probably cried more within the last few days than he has his entire life, still unable to make sense of what truly happened to his mother. Perhaps he'd spend the rest of his years still trying. The boy looked for his mother's eyes once more in the clouds, uttering a gentle, "Ti amo, mama."

His voice is hoarse, his eyes are puffed, and the clothes his mother bought him were bloodied from her embrace-- but finally there'd be a moment of solace as he'd submitted himself to the love of the family around him.