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https://youtu.be/QSkvyG3H_KM Ceriwyn de Savoie, the straw-haired Queen Consort of Oren- Sat in the large, white throne of Olivier de Savoie, and there was nothing but silence throughout the large throne room of the Royal Palace. Silence, aside from the Queen's own thoughts, it seemed; a scowl slowly curled on the cynical monarch's features. "Camile de Savoie will be avenged- No words but deeds." Is all that echoed in her thoughts.

"Deus Magnus!" Cheers a roughly-accented fisherwoman, Ellian Kato, along with the others. Hoorah.

Oh my god. Never forget the day that Gunnerdude flooded the Petrusian Palace with lava, and never forget the poor birds who sacrificed their lives to deliver to the Queen, Ceriwyn is still using the extra kindle and saddle. And finally.. Let us hope someone simply invents the electric guitar for the violinist. Byebye, Gunner. You have fun now, okay? You did good since I've met you, it was a pleasure.

Thoughts on my Queenship(or Ceriwyn if you can't think of anything good.)? Is Valkurie (Aiera/Ikur) a good ship? Ceriwyn de Savoie or Cersei Lannister? Mint tea with lemon juice, y/n? These are the only questions I could think of that fit within the theme of 'stupid ama questions.' Enjoy, love you Ski. Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya. <3

Thank you to all those who came, it went relatively smooth despite my crashing! <3

Welcome back, Danny boy. Come, sit. Have some tea and/or preferred beverage, enjoy the virtual drama.

Now I know why I spent nine-ish hours watching GoT. I-I don't even have anything else to say beyond that. What?

Ellian having been betrayed outbid, tosses her Mina pouch at Art, groaning in defeat.

"Seven-hundred 'n' fifty!" Ellian sounds out, dropping her fishing rod and raising a hand eagerly.

Aiera stands somewhere in the crowd, adjusting a monocle placed under one of her eyes. Once the Sohaer finishes, she bows her head, shutting her eyes with a murmur under her breath as she recalls the expedition to the island. "Iyathante ito Haelun'or."

https://youtu.be/yEEf0GwE_uQ Far away and in a milder climate, a raven-haired woman lies in a field, enjoying a sunbath with an orange tabby curled on her stomach. Both of their forms rise and fall softly in breathing, and every once in a while they are overshadowed by a passing cloud or swift messenger bird. The woman's arms lay spread out in the grass, quiet aside from the occasional snore. Some days were worse than others, though. For years she'd stayed in the Caliphate, only coming out of her home to fish or buy fresh produce. Sometimes the woman had wondered if she simply wasn't cut out for raising a family, or perhaps something- Or someone, was trying to show her the way. In the end, she wasn't the brightest woman. She'd decided it was best if she simply kept going as usual. Ellian never really did find out if that was the best solution, but at the same time she was far too stubborn to care. One day she'd have a 'normal' family, even if that day was not today. So for now the tabby, her husband and her profession was her family; and Ellian was okay with that.

I for one accept my Caliph Faiz' decree. In all seriousness, yeah. One of my alts, a Dark Elf, is only 5'3". He's dwarfed by a lot of fellow Darkies when I do sometimes play him. Though he's meant to be shorter than average, he's not meant to be a dwarf compared to other Dark Elves, who'd be like you said, within 5ft. Edit: Also, the average for High Elves is 6'6" as established by.. Well, the average being 6'6". Most High Elves at the time, were indeed 6'6" or similar.

Well, rip everything but my sword I need to have mod approved. I happened to be victim to the 'rare bug' as is my luck. x-x

Looking good, guys. Almost makes me want to play an Orc! But I'm bound to Orenia, hopefully I'll run into one of you guys sometime. I've seen the better side of Orcs in the past, and I imagine this will be a similar step in the right direction. I wish the best for you big, ugly dudes. (and of course small, slightly less ugly Wood Elf.)

((Hey hey hey! Congratulations, you've really written in a diary longer than I probably have in my entire life. And it isn't even real paper. Also, on a phone. Maybe I'll come edit the format in later.))

MC Name: Starryy. ------- Your name: Ellian Kato. Your race: Human. Your age: ..28? The job you are applying for: Fisherwoman, fisher. Whatever you wanna call it, the thing where you use a stick to catch other things. Why do you wish to join the workforce?: Well, I'd say I'm a pretty good fisher. A few years under my belt, so you could say I'm a veteran. Anyway, other than that I'll need some money for when my savings run out, yeah? Keep food other than fish on the table, too. Nothing complicated. List your past job experiences: I've worked for Werdenberg off in Oren before, never paid for it but I did good by my job. I hope my word'll be enough. Have you ever been fired from a job?: Never. To be truthful I've never had many actual jobs, though. ​Are you a citizen of the Caliphate?: I've been here for a few years, yeah. Got a house 'n' all that. I live in one of the main street houses, actually.

Drake will find himself with a respectful pat on the shoulder from Ceriwyn de Savoie.

To those having issues with getting the paper stuck in their inventory, as annoying as it may be you can make a modreq and have someone wipe it. Just obviously make sure it's empty first. Otherwise, I don't really use it much either (and thus don't have much to say) so I'll let people get back on topic with this.

((Lorina's diary- This time with 150% more Ceriwyn. Well, I had fun being complained about(and yelled at, I can say from firsthand experience that Lorina was pretty pissed). I'll continue to faithfully read the diary anyway, and hopefully Lorina won't get anything unexpected from the Queen B anytime soon!))

Ellian Kato gives a particularly loud cheer, bouncing once or twice with the various food and ingredients in her basket- as she'd been shopping beforehand- nearly falling out. " 'Ere 'ere for th' new advisors! Well done lads 'n' lasses!"

A rather pregnant Ceriwyn de Savoie calls from the Keep Banard, Fief of Savoie upon hearing of the news. "Now where's my tarts, Olivier?!"

On a calm day in Al-Dirahk, sand being blown around the streets softly, Ellian Kato sits in her home along the main street. She glances out the window, watching the water trickle through the small waterway in the middle of the road. After a moment of quiet thought Ellian turns back to a book, the resting form of Nafis tucked under the covers next to her and a sleeping dark orange tabby in her lap. Finding her place on the page of the book, she begins reading out softly, her Northern accent heavy as ever. "..Th' boy resented 'is mother for tellin' 'im he couldn't go out t' those woods. 'There ain't monsters,' 'e said. 'An' I'll take 'em if there are.' Th' boy then marched off, leavin' while his mother cooked supper in t'e house.."