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When Leo got word of the passing of Awaiti from Eraami, he made his way to the grove in a heart beat. His mind was filled with many thoughts, many things to say, but when he finally arrived to the grave to see it for himself that was when it really hit him she was truly gone. The old 'ame went to the site whenever he thought the place was the most inactive, he didn't want people to bother him.. or offer him their condolences, he wanted to see her alone really. It took him forever to speak, his voice hoarse from its lack of use in what seemed like forever being alone. "I have no excuse for being gone, Awaiti. All I can do is hope that you forgive me for never being around. I should of been there for you in the end, I called you my Daughter after all. You made me proud, did more than I ever could in my lifetime. We'll all be together again, one day. Maybe then I can make up for it all. Rest easy, malii’lari, find your place in the Eternal Forest." With those simple words The Wolverine Druid departed with a heavy heart, leaving back to the wilds to mourn in the solitude of nature.

God bless America, and beast why you never add me on discord my Filipino man

Bless

It would seem there is no name in the side of Leo's head anymore. "Enemy's may become friends and vise versa, a traitor to his own culture and people is worse than any." Leo says back to the some how talking head, amazing RP.

The single-eyed 'ame catches wind of the news, going out to view the heads upon the pike. He reaches out with his new wooden arm, giving Damai's head a small pat. "Traitors don't live long, you should have known, Torena. I only wish it was my blade to cleave your head from those shoulders of yours." Leo grins a bit, turning about to pace into the Fennic city shortly after.

What a good sport, thats rare on here :')

Out-Of-Character Information: What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: sodmmvv (If only Cablam can see me now :')) What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: sidmmvv Have you logged in as a wandering soul on the account you're applying for? (you have to): Yes Do you agree to follow the server rules on your new account?: Of course Do you understand you cannot have both of these accounts interacting with one another? This will result in a ban if you are caught!: Of course Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will be the other(s)?: Si senior How long have you been on LotC?: 5ish years How many accounts do you currently have white-listed (including main)?: Only one currently, which is my main

*thinks about rejoining since the competent lead is finally back*

As Leo caught wind of the passing of Arahaelth he couldn't help but to seclude himself from the world, spending his time within the forge below the Aureon manor. Sleep was something he couldn’t find, nor could joy find him. It took him days to build up the will to visit her grave, finally beginning the long trek out of the dense forests he called home to the snowy landscape of the ‘fenn. He had made this trip time and time again, for her wedding and just sometimes to visit, but this time it had felt different. That faint smile he had carried on every trip was replaced by a stoic expression. Upon arriving at the citadel he would find himself at their gardens, having been let in by Aelthir. His tired gaze now looked upon the grave of his kin, his form kneeling down in the snows that covered the ground. It took him a moment of silence to even begin to speak. “Well... “ His voice would rasp out weakly to no one in reality, but his wooden fingers went to brush over the grave marker. “I never really wanted to say good bye ya know? I was hopin’ i’d never have too.. But here I am I suppose… Kneeling over my lari’onn’s grave.” He had thought for a moment before a weak chuckle escaped his lips. “Lari’onn…” He hesitates, “It always felt more like Haelun to me… and there are only a few things in this world that hurts so damn much, losing your Haelun is one of them.” At that his voice had broken as he rasped out that word, Haelun. “You just had to go so soon…” His eyes swelled with tears, the droplets falling into the snow. He didn't speak after that, his attention else where as he had reached into his pouch. His fingers formed a ball as he pulled whatever he had in is hand out and shifted off to the side of the grave. His fleshy fingers dug up a bit of the snow to reveal the earth below it before he dropped a handful of seeds to it, burying them below. In a only a few moments his eyes sparked a golden hue, gaze settled upon the place he had buried the seeds. Stems begun to raise upwards from the ground, forming the petals and leaves of each flowers, a total four. The first would have been a white Daffodil, followed by a Dahlia, a Carnation, and finally an Anthurium. They had grown bright and fully bloomed regardless of the harsh weather, their colors popping from the white canvas they grew above. With that, Leo had departed, leaving the flowers behind. Maybe one who knew the language of the Tiva would understand what the row had meant, something Ara had inspired him to learn. Somewhere deep within the forest of the 'ame a hallow suit of stone lets out a sound that mimics a human like sigh, the birds that perched upon his shoulder fluttering away. "Oh little Sparrow..." Iomhar's voice groans out as he shifts his massive poleaxe in his lap.

I'd love to hear what you are looking at exactly? More so the magic side or the way it is done etc. I'd also like to express my view on defender default. Honestly, it is one of the best choices this server has made, I left the server for two years mainly because of PvP default back in the day. It ruined RP. Defender Default has brought back a sense of actually promoting RP combat, all be it I would personally want RP Default again like the ol' days, a big part of the server may disagree. I already know PvPers are gonna come here claiming the system is jank due to raiders getting RP fought. It is one of the best changes made and I think the ten player cap made it better. It was really tiring to have PvP started over 9 people. PvP ruins RP development which I know the PvP centered groups will disagree. To me it has become a faction server if anything, you dont see RP in some communities because they only come on to PvP. Leave defender default the way it is, people should know this is a RP server, not a faction PvP one.

IC Name: Leo Aureon Race: Elf Age: 391 Prior Occupations: Barkeep in Elysium, Emerald Ranger, Gladiant, Footman of the Daleinic Order Current Occupations: Your El'Annil of The Order of Sirame Position You're Applying For: Barkeep/Supplier (If Supplier) Supplied Material: Mining, smithing, or leather goods ((OOC)) Username: sidmmvv Timezone: CST Skype (can be sent to me via forum message if you don't want it to be publicly posted.): You got it nibba (If Chef) Nexus Professions level of Chef skill: N/A (If Supplier) Nexus Professions level of related skill: Miner: Masterful Smith: Legendary Leatherworker: Legendary

Sent a skype request your way fam

"I am sure he meant 'Arahaelth Aureon-Tundrak.." Leo frowns softly, mumbling to himself.

Sil'Sulian shakes his head within his plated helm, peering at the head of a once fellow holy member through his visor with a tight feeling in his gut. "Animals.. And Fools.."

Walter Vanlandingham (Sidmmvv)

Character's Stuff Name: Walter Vanlandingham Age: 63 Race: Adunian Gender: Male Reference/Skin: His ref art: https://gyazo.com/31d9beea66b13ae59b51c0dfaabadbfa MC Skin: Extra Detail: Skin: Weathered and somewhat tanned Eyes: Muddy Brown Hair: Dirty ash white Walter does not bear many markings, just scars littered about his body from his years of fighting. His main trait is his GOD LIKE mustache that he grooms every day and takes care of like it was his child. Other Request: A colored bust of the person would be great, and a name banner below like in your first example pic if possible? Ign: sidmmvv

Leo's brows furrow at the notice, sighing softly and rubbing his forehead "Shoulda guessed Jackal would still be 'bout, silly me."

[Music] The morning had seemed like any other to the flora and fauna around the being. The morning dew having coated the creature of stone as it sat upon the base of a great tree. He was unmoving, not even stirring in the slightest to breathe. The birds had nestled upon the unmoving construct, the start of a nest on his shoulder slowly taking shape. They sung happily as they built their nest on, what they thought was, a simple statue. Iomhar, he had called himself, yet it didn't feel like his true name. The name he once carried was always on the edge of his thoughts but he could not speak it, the memory blurred. He had taken his place upon the base of the tree to seek a form of happiness to fill the void within. He could remember the times he had sat within the forest to think in life, listening to the sounds of nature about him. Iomhar sat still as the birds had started to take perch upon him, a faint feeling in his being that he could recall as, just something simple, happiness. As miniscule as it was, he enjoyed it. But then the birds began to stir at another sound. Down the shaded path the faint sound of foot steps upon the gravel grew closer and closer. Iomhar saw the mali’lari figure halt just in front of the base, ear perking at the sound of birds so low to the forest floor. She turned to the base of the elder tree, finally, her head tilting to one side and blonde hair shifting along with it as she spotted Iomhar silhouetted by the shade of the great tree. He settled his visorless stone gaze upon the woman with a shift of his massive head, the sound of stone against stone resonating from the movement. “Oh crap…” The mali’lari said simply, “... Iomhar…” Iomhar pondered how she even knew his name, he could not recall the woman no matter how hard he tried. Once she had spoke the birds had fluttered off, a sigh resonating from within his armor as they had left him. “How do you… Know my name?” the being of stone inquired as he had finally spoke, watching the elfess drift her hand to the axe that hung upon her waist. “We killed you… at the end of the bridge…” she spoke with a tone of worry, taking a step back. Iomhar felt a hint of shock at her words, still peering at her with his gaze of nothing as he spoke out in a more hurt tone than anything. “Why... “ “You tried to attack our people.” As the blonde ‘aheral had spoke just behind her on the path a frail ‘ame woman had come from the manor just up the road upon the mountain, a thin staff within her grasp as she stopped to peer at Iomhar as well, her brown eyes staring him down. Iomhar’s gaze had settled upon the frail woman behind the ‘aheral Sirame, a feeling filling his being… something of happiness almost but it felt wrong to him. This sudden joy he had felt was twisted to him, yet as he found himself stepping down from the base of the tree, the feeling of wrong and right began to fade. He shifted his mighty poleaxe into both of his hands, watching the ‘aheral woman step in front of the ‘ame and drawing her axe. With his last bit of right being still about him he paced forward to stop a foot away from her and looking down at her at his height of eight staggering feet. “Move… you are not within my orders... “ The ‘aheral had simply shook her head as the frail ‘ame woman had hid behind her… as frail as a simple sparrow and as small in comparison. The Sirame elfess was not ready when Iomhar’s mind had slipped finally, swinging his massive polearm in a sweep and colliding the hammer head with her shoulder, she flew to the side with a sickening crunch in her arm. A shrill scream escaped the lips of the high elven woman as she tumbled on the forest floor. The stone being, who could care less for the woman he had flung aside as if she meant nothing, now brimmed with a twisted joy as he looked to the frail ‘ame. “How dare you.” The ‘ame woman had snapped at him, pacing back a few steps and her thin staff starting to grow in her hands as her eyes flared a shade of green. Iomhar took a large lumbering step forward and thrust the spear head of his poleaxe forth, the ‘ame woman stepping aside to avoid the strike aiming for her gut. She was too slow it seemed, stepping aside but not without the spear head tearing through the cloth and flesh on her side, grazing it deep enough for her to fall upon the gravel. That was all it took… Iomhar watched the blood from the frail little sparrow fill the grooves of the path. The ‘aheral woman shouting something, yet he could not hear her, the sound muffled. He took another step forth as the ‘ame sparrow tried to crawl away, being halted by a spear head driving through her thigh and all the way to the earth below. The ‘ame let out an inhuman scream as she smashed her head against the gravel out of pain. Her scream proceeded, echoing in the forest as she called for no one. He could recall the feeling of the ‘aheral's axe against his back, deciding to fall forward onto one knee to crush the little sparrows spine. The screams ceased. The forest fell deathly silent, not even the birds dared to voice their songs in the canopy above. He took in the sounds of gurgling from the wood elven woman's throat as blood poured from it, a sense of joy overwhelming him… even as the high elven woman began to chip his helm of stone with her axe. He simply stood and made quick work of her, knocking her aside once more and throwing the limp body of the ‘ame at her. His mind had finally slipped, recalling nothing more of the event. Iomhar came to upon the base of another great oak, gaze shifting down to his bloodied weapon. He saw the crimson liquid drip from his armor to the wood below, a sense of forlorn flooding him as he recalled the slaughter. The birds did not nestle upon him this time, but a sparrow peered to him from a branch on a small tree across from him. His being feeling nothing but pain as he simply looked back to the sparrow, falling completely still once more.

Will you ever stop sucking toads and give me an RP item

"One thousand mina for the flail or cloak." Leo offers

I mean... You ight ;J. ******* roasted me all the time 1. Bb you know ily 2. One day, especially when I go to Maine hopefully 3. When the server isn't ded 4. Khiara is stronk bab but should love her unkie Leo more and play more with Nadalia. 5. If you we're gay youd be my bae

1. When I get a life 2. Because suicide is boring 3. Maybe in like 3 years 4. Never 5. Sadly, none I want to stangle the kid Because why not? Gotta go out somehow

You're a good friend, just don't understand my memes sometimes is all >.>. And mainly because idk, just became friends is all