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That Jigglypuff is definitely Dizzy, Chi m'dear. And who else is a wolf but Ouity. I have no clue who's ontop of him though, but there's my guesses.

Ceriwyn sits in her room in the Briarwood manor near Leuvaarden. It's dark, and nothing but a candle lights her room as she sits in a chair next to a bookshelf. Above her a painting of Rhys Antony Briarwood, the Butcher, hangs. His face is overshadowed, completing the grimly quiet scene. After a while she mutters, looking down to her lap where the letter of which held the news sits. "I'm almost hurt, I hated him so much. Yet, he hangs himself..? Well, of course he didn't want me to be there.. It was a terribly anti-climactic end to a rivalry, though." Ceriwyn then falls silent, picking the letter up from her lap and setting it alight on the candle, letting it burn for a time, before blowing both the paper and the candle out, sitting there in the pitch black.

Hello Hadley! Your favorite horrible bish friendly neighbor here, let's do this. I'll say, that dress for Lorina was a pain(she nearly became Lorina Watermelon with one version). I hope you liked it though, after Bagely shaded it for me. I haven't been able to shade at all lately. Anyways! Mc Name: firestar344, ThewildFirestar. Regular or 1.8 skin: Regular, but with 1.8 'features(?).' I don't exactly know what to call it. Just the extra leg textures copied over from the main skin, or whatever. Both skins already have it. Current Skin (if requesting an edit/outfit): http://imgur.com/a/kuCaB Description of What You Want: I've given two skins, one of which for just an edit and another an outfit. For Aiera I want an edit, simply pants and an undercoat instead of the strange dress thing. And then, stepping up for an outfit we have the ever awful lovely.. Love you Hadley, I hope you chuckled at least once, and I'll be really happy with whatever you make. I completely intend to come RP with you when I can, so look out. <3

Hey Hadley, uhm. I was hoping to RP with you when you have slots open. But I feel like they'd fill up before I could catch you online, go to the shop, and RP. What do? ;-;

Goodness. I've been avoiding most events like a plague, as I'm a partypooper and don't like competing in contests but.. This is different. I shall attend, if I'm not busy. Thank you for pushing out an event even the people who hate attention can join in. Love you Alan. <3

I know you will make my babies beautiful, because I love you. Character name (if more than one, say so!): Ellian Petal, Ceriwyn Briarwood and Aiera. You can look at my signature because it's fancy. MC Name: firestar344 and ThewildFirestar. Specific colors you want used (e.g. body, head, weapons): Elly should be blue, and have a big ol' mug of cider because she's a grumpy drunk northern lady. Ceriwyn should have a knife and be green because.. Reasons, and she's a crazy noblelady who isn't very nice. Aiera is probably reading or drinking tea but she's doing it really angrily because she's a grumpy old Elf. She should be purple. What type of angry picture do you want?: A really nice one with kittens, but obviously grumpy because all my characters are grumpy. Maybe storm clouds to show the amount of grumpy around the place.

Name: Marabelle Ellian Petal. Age: 36. Race: Human, Adunian. Are you of the True Faith or converting?: I'm of the True Faith, even if I've been confused in the past. Any past experience with fishing, whaling, or sailing?: I've been on a boat once or twice? And I've been ice fishing..

Ave Maric, Storm King of Renatus. Ave Edmund, Lord of Dragon's Peak. Ave Humanity. I'm crying. Rest in pieces Renatus.

Ellian scribbles on the posting after brushing her dark ebony locks out of her face, recalling very faintly when she'd done this many years ago as a young child. An equally young girl stands next to her, rambling to her mother about her wishes. "I'd like a stuffed pufferfish, and.. Maybe a large jug of cider. Sweet as can be! Merry Krugsmas. -Ellian & Alana Petal. <3" ((Whoops. I made a bad. My MC name is firestar344, and my RP name is Ellian Petal.))

Ellian strolls quietly around Aesterwald, an old fur wrapped around her shoulders snugly. A non-seasoned traveler.. She gets absolutely lost. Though in a stroke of luck, she finds herself also in front of the bookstore. The man hadn't arrived yet, and the young woman who oddly enough didn't look a day over twenty stared at the bookstore. It seemed all too familiar to her as well, though after a moment she choked up. Ellian emitted a few sniffles, lowering her gaze to the snow until she heard footsteps. Dashing to the nearest cover, she hid, wiping her eyes in silence. Upon looking up to see who had come, her light gray eyes widened and it took all her strength not to call out. Continuing to huddle behind the fountain, Ellian merely watched the man enter the bookstore, and eventually she left for Petrus, hugging her shoulders.

Ceriwyn grumbles something about not being mentioned in the latest entry. "Pft. I'm as horrible as father. I can be mentioned too." ((This is actually pretty great, I at least skimmed over all of them. I'm sorry that Ceri is such a bish, because Lorina is just adorable and I wish I had a young character again just reading about her young girl issues. Need to play my nice character more, I think Ceri's rubbing off.))

Status: Noble Liege House: de Savoie Motto: Vitiosum est in ministerio (Vicious in service) Holdings: Owynswood Family Tree: Living Members: Jean Briarwood, Nèe Fournier ((Imibee)) Viktor Briarwood ((mscandyman)) Rhosyn Briarwood ((The_Chiggles)) Llywelyn Briarwood ((MysteryLuvsYou)) Cadoc Briarwood ((Roxses20)) Ceriwyn de Savoie, Nèe Briarwood ((firestar344)) Visant de Savoie ((InternalFacis)) Nikolaus de Savoie ((Dohvasaur)) Dylan Briarwood ((VACANT)) Cadell Wold ((VACANT)) Eirwyn Briarwood ((QuirkyHetty)) Conyn Briarwood ((VACANT)) Maric Briarwood ((VACANT)) Morgan Briarwood ((VACANT)) History: The Masked Raven House Briarwood is one of a forgotten name, taking its roots in the unsteady land that was Elysium, a time of turmoil and chaos for the current peoples of Anthos. Marcus Briarwood, a young man, found his way into the service of Harrion Elendil, who, at the time, was the reigning Duke of Westfall during an Adunian Civil War between Harrion and Torrhen. For his loyal service to the Duke, Marcus Briarwood was awarded the County of Raven Rock, which he held for two years before he suddenly vanished along with his wife and sister. To this day, no explanation was ever given, but the couple returned eventually, years later, without Cerise, Marcus’ sister. Any and all claims to nobility lost, Marcus joined the ranks of the White Rose, friends he had made during his previous years, and he spent the most of his life with his wife Cosette within the walls of Ard Kerrack, or on the battlefield. They had two children: twins, Harrison and Rachel, Harrison named for the lost Duke Harrion, who had been Marcus’ dear friend. Years went by, the family thrived in the Keep, before Cosette died suddenly, and Marcus disappeared once again, leaving the children who were now young teenagers to go out into the world alone. The Blacksmith’s Spark Harrison took his years of training with the shattered fragments of the White Rose, after their Exodus, and put them to good use with his still-developing blacksmithing skills and knowledge of the White Rose combat techniques. He eventually found his way into the service of the De Silvarois family, and spent years with them serving as a house guard and blacksmith, before he was suddenly granted a Barony within Relenkai’s County, Salvus. Harrison, at the urging of many former men of Kaedrin, his homeland, decided to embrace his cultural heritage, and began a new dawn for Kaedreni men and women everywhere, beginning with the construction of Caer Rhoswyn, his Barony. A Flame Upon Raven’s Wings For four years of his life, until the age of twenty-two, he led a ragtag group of faithful soldiers known as the Kaedreni Patriots. It was during this time he swore to the Duke Jon Othaman, and disbanded the Patriots in favor of becoming a General of 'The League', a working name for a coalition of levies within the Duchy of Valles. His loyalties became muddled when the controversial Franz-Josef Carrion ascended the throne of Oren, and war broke out between Church and State. Harrison did not definitively choose a side, and so he was rewarded with distrust at the hands of the Holy Order of Saint Lucien, who he had once called friends. With Franz betrayed and Oren given to the hands of a regency council, Harrison simply bided his time, until a miracle descended upon him: the Father of Kaedrin returned, Peter Chivay, who swiftly reformed the Third Empire of Man. Harrison reaffirmed his loyalties, and when Jon Othaman died, granting Harrison freedom from his oaths, he immediately bent the knee to Olivier de Savoie, the Imperial Viceroy, along with his newly-formalized Order of bannermen, The Sons of Owyn. The Fire Dies However, tragedy befell Harrison when his wife, Allison Briarwood, disappeared. They conceived two children together: Rhys Antony and Gwyneviere, but Harrison was left alone. In another tragic twist of fate, his aunt Cerise passed as well, leaving her children in his care. Maxen Briarwood was sent to live with the Imperial Family as a ward, while Constance began living with Harrison. During his time without a wife, Harrison sired two illegitimate daughters: Llywelyn and Abigail, both from the same woman, their mother Catherine. He finally settled with Anne Blackwell, and they were married, Anne giving birth to their son Gawain a year afterwards, and their daughter Rhosyn two years after that. Yet it would be when Gawain was still a young boy that Harrison was invited to a meeting with the houses Silverblade and Visconti. There, they offered him the chance to join their new military order, and when Harrison declined, their true intentions were revealed with a sword through his stomach. The young lord slain in another man’s home and hearth, his titles were left to his estranged son Rhys who had inherited Harrison’s violent tendencies but none of his civil ones. The Burning Moon Rhys Antony Ruben-Roy Briarwood would prove to be an incredibly hot-headed leader, taking his father’s military force and recruiting more actively. Constance, his cousin, was soon betrothed to the Imperial Prince Robert Chivay- for the Chivay family recognized Harrison Briarwood’s utter devotion to the preservation and survival of the Kaedreni culture, and valued the Briarwood family as the only other truly Kaedreni house. Rhys’ sister Gwyneviere was promised to Damien Basileus, once a close friend of Harrison Briarwood. Yet there would soon be conflict, and Rhys would break the betrothal with House Basileus in favor of one with Edmond of House de Savoie. In return, Damien challenged Rhys to a duel, which Rhys ultimately took up- he brought his Rhosynguard to Kaphro, and when Lord Basileus made aggressive advances upon Rhys before the duel began, the young lord- in the spitting image of his father- ordered the slaughter of the city, in an act that eventually became known as the Butchery of Kaphro. Eventually Damien Basileus would be convicted, stripped of all titles, and executed for numerous atrocities. Rhys would vanish on after fathering three children, Cadoc and Ceriwyn with his wife Chloe, and Viktor with a Raevir woman. His title was left to his only living relative, Gwyneviere de Savoie, married to Edmond de Savoie, and it was dissolved after some time. A Flame Sparks Once More The name of Briarwood put to rest, the rest of the world moved onwards: soon enough, young Gawain, the child of Harrison Briarwood and Anne Blackwell, would find himself as the personal assistant of the Grandmaster Richard de Bar, doing some preliminary blueprints and construction work for the keep that the Knights of Saint Amyas were to use. He would leave the Grandmaster’s service after some time, and continue squiring beneath Ser Maric Varodyr II before he was knighted ultimately and helped reform the Red Dragon after Maric was made Grand Knight. After years in his service, the world would shift when he stood beside Maric as Maric’s titles were stripped upon false accusations of treason. It would be Gawain who stood next to Maric in Kaer Angren, and handed him a crown- the crown of a new kingdom, Renatus, and with this a new sun would rise for House Briarwood as he took claim over the forests of Owynswood. ((PM myself or Merrymoogle on the forums, or at our Skype accounts, lotcfirestar344 and logan.ferioli about playing vacant characters. We can also be contacted IG at firestar344 or merrymoogle. Don't be shy!))

Also I'm taking care of the Briarbutt post now for you, as has been agreed. I love you, again. I mailed more candy just in case you ran out.

Wait- But.. Moogle.. Okay. I love you, I packed chocolate cake dipped in powdered sugar and some Ferrero Rochers in your bag. And a bag of sugar. And.. And.. Brown sugar too. And my tears.

Iyathantae ito Haelun'or! Aiera screeches with the others, her blue eyes glowing in the light of the candles.

Hah! I've not really seen much of these guys on the count of I really don't get out, but these are still amusing regardless. Seeing spooky doods do silly things is always fun. I'll be happy to see more, Triple.

Ooh.. Noo, I can't.. But.. Money.. Faaame.. Maybe in twenty years. (Have fun, everyone. <3)

Marabelle, after a long day of work curls up on her bed with a bottle of cider. Having heard the news shortly before retiring to her home, she sniffs quietly. After time goes on, she retreats under the covers, nursing the bottle of cider as a little girl sleeps in a bed nearby.

This.. This is actually rather good, it almost makes me like Snelves. All the +1's, my good man. Maybe one day we'll not-really hate you guys. Continue as you see fit. Actually, I need to draw a Santa Snelf. I keep forgetting it's that time of year. Grr, Snelves.

Apparently y'alls is a thing, I've learned during my 5-ish months in Texas. I give you permission to use either term. Knock yourself out, cowboy. Welcome, dood. Have fun. <3

Halflings - RPly? You can basically do whatever you want(aka, go ahead and be a breeder. That's farm-y enough for them). But I found that I easily got bored without having any friends to call upon. Though this may have changed, as it was back in 2013. You can have some pretty fun times with them anyways, as long as you aren't an Orc. Yay accents! Elves - High Elves, Dark Elves and Wood Elves. Which to pick? Well. Woodies, currently I'm not sure about. They seem to be spread out and/or low in number, or I just don't see them. But if you'd like an earthy, tanned little Elf go for it. They've always been the most flexible Elven subrace and can go in whatever direction job and character-wise. Dark Elves have a large, pretty cavern under the Elven capital, complete with red crystals every which way. There's two ways to approach these guys. Firstly, you could do your best to create a character and then try to get into their guard. From there is mostly up to you. Or, you could try to get into a clan by seeing if they've got any open spots. There's plenty of benefits to this, and that's how I became a Darkie. This is a good guide on the more intricate details. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/108578-ultimate-guide-to-dark-elves/ If you scroll down you can find a slightly easier to read version, too. =P High Elves are residing (aside from a select few) in Aldersberg, Oren after being overthrown. They've set up a manor, and are still working on regrouping. A bit harder to enter due to lore but welcoming OOCly, I suggest looking at this if you're interested. Mithradites will keep you entertained and informed. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/97527-the-ultimate-high-elven-guide-of-high-elven-knowings/ Dwarves - I don't entirely like Dwarves. But if you think you can read extremely thick accents, and want to go for that good old Dwarvish charm, hop in. They're pretty easy to get in with, as far as I know. Find a clan too, if you want. Don't forget your pickaxe. c= Oren/capitals - I've not been to many of the capitals, but Oren seems to be doing well-off. Just have to be on at the right time. Guards do roam about in the form of Orenian soldiers, and you can find tavern RP around. A good spot. As for new players, I wouldn't know. Having joined in 2012.. I haven't been a new player for a while. Heheh. But there's a handful of taverns around the Oren/Elven areas that likely provide a good starting point. As you can see, I'm more well-versed in the Elves. Sorry I couldn't be more helpful in the other races. Have fun picking! Message me if you wanna get in the High Elves or Dark Elves, I can make getting in a bit easier for you. TL;DR: Halflings are cool but make friends. You can be a breeder. Accents, yaay. Wood Elves are extremely flexible, but scattered. Dark Elves are cool. Being in a Dark Elf clan is cool but optional. Join the guard. High Elves are racist, but awesome OOCly. Less flexible, non-military. Science, acid and magic. Dwarves are sorta cool? Easy to get with. Join a clan, possibly. Really thick accents, kinda hard to understand sometimes. Oren has some guards. Okay activity. Not sure about other capitals.

(("I believe in Khel as our true Lord and Savior.")) Yuern Oussana peers at the scene and the Dark Elves slowly gathering, speaking up only when anyone who's currently spoken is finished. He brushes a lock of hair out of his face, standing straighter. "I've never met one of these uh.. 'Blue Mali'ker,' but then again I don't pay much attention. They sound troublesome, though I think we should just handle them with caution. It's pretty easy right away to tell if they'll be trouble or not at the gates, and if not.. We can let them in? I don't know, I just don't like the sound of kicking people who seem to be of our blood out because of that." Yuern then clears his throat, pausing a moment and fiddling with his off-white hair some more before he continues. "As for Velulaei.. I've never heard much about her either. But if our people came to believe her to be a God? She was probably decent enough. Like Dak'ir said, as long as they aren't preforming strange rituals or being a pain in the arse. I'm more concerned with the blue-skins."

A white-haired Dark Elf wanders about the city, wearing a rather revealing outfit he sighs faintly as he makes his way to the Obsidian district. Pausing to see the anonymous Dark Elf post the message, his eyes widen at the sight of the flowing white-ish hair. "But.." He mumbles under his breath, before the other Dark Elf turns to leave. Noticing the red eyes, the groans under his breath and continues to the district, only briefly visiting the note before passing on. ((Skin-stealing is bad. Unless you're Baconthief on an alt, I suggest not taking his skin. Or if you do, change a few things as to not show disrespect for a great former member of our community. Few people recognize him and his long-dead Darkie, but it could cause confusion for those who do. Don't mean to be passive aggressive, by the way. Just thought I'd point that out. Sorry if it felt that way.))

B-But.. I voted every day, I made sure! T-This week I'll win, for sure. You can't ruin my dreams Ski. I'll win, and I shall be the richest person 5-evr.