Ryn Chirr

ZILLDUDE!!! <3 Can't wait man!

Yeah, Tay is so not that happy anymore. Take a shot anytime someone gets kidnapped. Take a shot anytime someone who is dead comes back to life. Take a shot whenever someone golden apples. Take a shot whenever someone makes an 'Aegis/Asulon/Anthos/Fringe/Whatever Map was better' reference. Take a shot anytime you log in and you are standing on someone.

Ryn looked up at the night sky above Frostbane, her hand twitching slightly as she remembers her friend. She extends her hand out, pouring a bit of her ale out on the ground for her. "Rest well, Raine..."

HAI COOKIE!!! Okay sooooooo... 1. Opinion of Ryn 2. Opinion of Aleistor 3. Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry? <3

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After leaving from her Aunt, Ryn lowers herself into the grass at Frostbane and looks up to the stars for a long moment, thinking back over the past. "I miss you Uncle Eren... I hadn't seen you in years, but I missed you all the same. You taught me to not give up, and the importance of family. Family comes first, always... Even when they hurt you." Even when I hurt you... You never judged me harshly for actions that were not fully my own. You never held it against me that Legion hurt you and Aunt Poppy. You never treated me any differently. You still gave me a hydromancy lesson later that same day... Tears began to roll down her cheeks further as she thinks, laying fully back in the grass now so she is looking straight up. The flesh of her hand finds the old and worn gold necklace around her neck and rubs the stone there softly. "I remember the time we were all sparing in the Den and you went against mom. She broke your neck... Thank god for the monks... Or the time that I killed Baden, and you were helping me burn the body in the lava pit downstairs when he came walking in. Those... Those were funny times..." A deep sigh escapes from her as she finally sits up, reaching her hand into her bag. She pulls her wooden ocarina from it and takes a deep breath, playing one last song for him.

Upon seeing the note on a trip into the wood elven city, Riley freezes and does a double take. Fear grips the young woman's heart as she runs to her home and proceeds to hide, too afraid to seek counsel on what this could mean.

(( Great Attunement Arik <3 Thanks for Guiding me

Ryn spots a poster and tilts her head as she reads it, blinking several times. "Well... Jeeze... I hope that he's okay..." She sighs and shakes her head. "Maybe I should look for him..."

Watyll... I don't believe I ever had the honor of RPing with him, though I wish I had. From what I understood, he was one of the big people involved in creating and managing Dark Language. Good thoughts and energy for those he left behind.

A bird arrives with more information from an anonymous person. It details what static letters she has seen. (( https://gyazo.com/ab2c35cba25726c4eb57956f81c40692 ))

Ryn nods in agreement with Za. "Seriously... This is one of those times where people's intelligence is called into question... Harbor a frost witch? Yeah right..."

The small group of three, two Druids and a Dedicant, walk from the Grotto to the upper lands of the Grove. The two Druids had sensed that something was amiss today, and had agreed meditation was the key to finding out what was going on. As they settle into the grass, Ryn and Muildir instruct the young Dedicant Oliver on how to meditate. After a brief lesson, they begin. Ryn's eyes glowed a deep cyan for a moment as she focused on the nature around them, closing her eyes to assist her focus. Muildir followed suit, regulating his breathing as he focused. Oliver, unable to commune with nature as the Druids can yet, simply spacing out as they meditate. After some time passes, Ryn's ears slowly begin to droop down as she listens to all of nature mourn. Her eyes reopen and the cyan glow slowly leaves her eyes. As they return to the normal emerald orbs, tears slowly leak down her cheeks. She draws her knees to her chest and silently cries, mourning the loss of her teacher and friend. "V-Veren..." Muildir would keep his head low, hiding his face, along with a few tears in his eyes. A quiet sob would escape his mouth. "He's in the Eternal Forest now..." "Y-yes... He is..." Ryn manages quietly. Oliver looks at Muildir and Ryn, who are crying. He looks to the middle of them, denying who he is actually asking. "...Oi, would you like a hug?" "Y-yes... Please..." Ryn mutters, her shoulders shaking softly. Muildir shakes his head slowly, "I'm alright Oliver, thank you." Oliver would scoot over to Ryn and opens his arms to her. He doesn't outright lean in for a hug, still afraid he is overstepping himself, but the hug is their for her to accept. Ryn wraps her arms around the boy, hugging him gently... Later that night... Ryn moves aside the vines in her bedroom. Her children are all asleep as she kneels down next to the small table in there. On the table rests a few small pictures she has drawn. She removes another from her bag, adding Veren to the collection of those she has lost. A match is struck in the silence and flame held to a candle wick. "May the Aspects always guide you... As you have guided so many others Veren. Rest well, my friend." ((Thanks Muildir and Oliver for the RP. RIP Veren...