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  1. It was time. He had watched, waited, studied and waited again. He felt more prepared for this moment than he though he could have been... Dedicancy had instilled something much more potent than his talent alone could account for. He thought about what he might have thought in this exact moment had he simply given up with the passing of Awaiti, or with the departure of Lavinia. He felt a sense of pride in his resilience as he pondered these ideas, pacing along the coastline with a simple smile and holding the hand of what he swore was the embodiment of the ocean's grace in the form of a single
  2. Letters written in fine elvish script and sealed with a wax of carnelian shade are delivered to all who reside in Elvenesse, and to specific invitees of the High Prince To honor the newly elected High Prince Evar'tir Oranor, the Twilit Folk of the Esteemed House of Hawksong have cordially invited you to attend the traditional coronation of the Hinterlands Royarch. Join us as we herald in a new dawn for the Blessed Folk of Sea and Forest where we remember those who have worn the crown of our ancestors before, those who have fought to defend it, those who have served and preserv
  3. [!] A notice has been pinned to the general event board, announcing a coming event that all may participate in! The folk of the House play merry music in anticipation for their beloved cultural pastime [!] The horns of Hawksong ring proudly amongst the treetops, kin, announcing our traditional mounted hunt for rabbits and boar! Our House has elected to open up the ride for all who wish to join us on the following elven day for an event of fast-paced hunting, chasing and comradery of the Twilit Folk's heritage. Limited space is available if you cannot provide y
  4. A letter is sent to a tailored selection of family and friends to announce the date of a wedding! "May the fair winds of spring bless you, treasured kin, for you have been cordially invited to the wedding of the Tahorran'leh Matriach, Titania, and the Violet Lady Lya. The ceremony will be held in the flower fields by the statue of the great Thunderbird Nemglan within Elvenesse. Through careful planning and years of waiting, we hope you will partake in the short ceremony to celebrate a new page in each of the Mali's lives. The wedding will occur on the twilight of the third to l
  5. An oak tree stood still among the cold, endless fog… unmoving, statuesque. Nothing else was there. He'd seen this tree dozens of times before, and no matter how much he ran, or how much strength he forced his feet to carry, it remained ever far away. Never closer, never out of his line of sight… The elf lord was frustrated to no end. He awoke in a sweat, in the lonely comfort of his bed. These dreams did not cease to gnaw at his thoughts since he began his journey. Sometimes he wished for something else to haunt his nights, craving the warm embrace of his lady in the late hours or the steady r
  6. Aerendyl shakes his head as he reads the missive, remembering clearly the day that Vulen resisted a simple arrest and doomed his own fate. "The council almost deserves this shameful defeat, for lacking a spine. The Sea Turtle will swallow the Crown."
  7. From somewhere in the circle of healing, after wrapping up a lecture a loud, genuine laugh is heard rumbling from the classroom after reading halfway through the demands. "A... A bow?! That makes the difference?!" the elf-lord guffaws, wiping a humored and even possibly happy tear from his eye. "Dear Malin, they might be grasping at a bit much, but damn if they don't at least have a sense of humor."
  8. Aerendyl reads the missive over a smoke post mud-wrestle, shaking his head at the note. Having seen and participated in the attempted arrest of Vulen, he chuckles at the falsities in the text. "This bloke is assuming that his little boy's nose was nice and clean. He's either very ignorant, or doesn't give a ****. That'd be a shame if it was the later, if he's going to be calling for blood anyway..." He sets the note aside to keep for future reference and draws a circle over his chest. Hawksong would remain with Tahorran. Feather and mane, hawk and steed, sails and saddl
  9. "What is a L'EERMITTAGE?" Titania says poorly, the new and strange high elven tongue proving foreign from her usual common or elvish speak as she sits around the fire with Laetranis and her kin. She scratches her head, narrowing her eyes further onto the picture on the pamplet. "And where's Paris?" She reads it over a few times, the elf recalling Aegisian days where the press was either much more quiet or far more interesting, she couldn't recall at this point. She did remember the lack of a silver city, though. Either way the pamphlet ended up in the fire and she donne
  10. ((As a note, this is an event that overlaps my IRL birthday! I can't actually go anywhere special due to my line of work even if I am vaccinated, so I thought I'd just lump mine and my character's big day together so I can have some sort of party this year. This year is also my tenth anniversary in the community, so I think it's a cool way to celebrate with the whole community! Come have fun with us!)) An invitation is left at the mailbox/taxbox of every registered home and seed hall, with a formal address to the blessed Seeds and Houses of Elvenesse. The House of
  11. It was all over the ground. Splattered against the back of the stable door and coagulated on the ground like some sick mockery of moss, the blood of the beloved Sire, Dam and firstborn of the line of the Rochirran's legendary steeds drench the ground and overflow over their bedding. Where there was strong, determined life in the eyes of their companions now there was only the reflection of fear in their final moments. Butchered. Mangled. Nearly unidentifiable if it were not for the unfortunate stumbling of Aerendyl and Onas. "...I found them like this, mal'onn." The younger elf st
  12. This is not made to be taken seriously lol
  13. Hi I made a dumb comic about an inside joke that Zilldude and I have have for a while. I put it to paper. Enjoy? You may need to open up the image fuller since the canvases are large. Source media
  14. IGN: Discord: Twilight#0595 Character Name: Titania Hawksong Position: Artisan Art: Textile and Painting
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