hex37

((There are extenuating circumstances, but yes, deal w/ it))

Silence rolls across the conclave after the most recent raid. The Door to the Sintel home lies smashed open, and Nienna's shuriken, a weapon capable of beheading a sea-serpant, lies crumpled at the foot of it. Inside the home, it's clear that there has been a scuffle, of heavy, armored boots clattering across the floor, and in the room upstairs, stone spears lie lodged in the infirmary walls, as if thrown up with great force. Nienna is not here, however. Further down the path, at her daughter's inn, the scene is more grisley. The doorway to the back-room is splattered with blood. Inside, seems to be some kind of sickly flesh sticking to the floor, as if someone poured it out like liquid, and let it harden there. The hallway surrounding it is painted with blood. Nienna isn't here either. It seems as if she's disappeared entirely. All that's left in her wake is her collections, her books, and her wealth. And... A will. Elsewhere... A stack of books arrives on the doorstep of some unknown woman... A daughter of Nienna. The books detail all the alchemical, medical, and arcane Knowledge Nienna has collected over the years. Nienna may be gone, but clearly, her legacy lives on.

Nienna passes by the petition and hastily signs it. "I'm tired of healing people on the tables in the inn. Its bad for my daughter's buisness." Directly afterward, she begins plans on constructing a clinic. 'Why ask for permission when you can ask for forgiveness' was words she liked to live by.

Nienna sighed, reading the note. She was never one to let her softer side show, but hanrahan had always been near and dear to her. Even today, she could still vividly remember his face when they first met, well over a hundred years ago, when han was still a boy, and nienna was still in her first centennial. Holding back tears, she quickly folded up the poster, and slid it into her bag. 'This is the price of befriending humans' she thought to herself, 'they always break your heart when they go.'

Erm, I've been redirecting thrown objects FOREVER. It's totally possible. You can't stop it, but changing its course is easy. Read: Same process.

only if someone is throwing the blade. As a general rule, a hand is sufficient enough to stop telekinesis.

I managed to get on for 5 minutes. Apparently when the Beta server is down, the official LOTC Teamspeak is down too.

((On the contrary, I was told in TS of some offers people were making to 'bankrupt hex'. Your post had nothing to do with it. I usually like your rp in specific.))

((To all the people planning to let people kill them for minas, you are such great RPers.))

"Polishing an Orc skull is like brushing a dirt floor. You just uncover more filth"

*A note has been put up on signs all over Anthos.* "The Orcs must be purged once more- as it was in the days of Kalos. For every filthy Orc head delivered to me, I shall pay a total of 200 Minas for their skull. No, Halfbreeds do not count. Leave a note on the poster below, and bring the heads to Cloud temple, you will be rewarded for your heroism." ~Sincerely, A very disgruntled Elf. ((OOC notes: Screenies required for payment, either a server-message of you killing him (With buildup to said fight included), or a screenie of him emoting his own death in an RP fight. Furthermore, minas will not be payed for heads that the bounty-collector already has.))

I'm afraid of the spoiling causing the server to lag.

Name: Nienna Calm Age: 217 Race: High Elf Registered magics: Varying and potentially all forms of Alteration. Offenses: Spotless record~ Current Students: Meta Solray Signature: Nienna Calm Ps, I'd like to apply for the position of magister when possible.

I'm surprised you managed to get MC to run a server on a port other than 25565

Goddang. I'm scared that the server might not be able to handle it all.

i blame it on the pvp

Nienna reads one of the forms. Aloud, she states: "Ooo."

7/10, a bit cluttered.