Criala

1 minute ago, Trekwars said:

Like I said;

 

WE'RE BACK BABY

BOOOOM BABYYYY!

Everyone worked so hard to get this done!! So proud of you guys.

To the tune of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the Tyrant of a place called Elvenesse
In the land of Axios born and raised
On the battle field was where I spent most of my days
Slicin' out dicin' choppin' people all cool
And all beatin' people in some duels outside of Linandria
When a couple of human who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and the Prince got scared
He said 'You're takin' over for me in Elvenesse'
My fiancé begged and pleaded day after day
But I packed my armor and I was on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she let out a sigh
I put my game face on and said, 'I might as well get to it'.
High Prince, yo this is bad
Making all of the treaties to save the land.
Is this what the people of Elvenesse living like?
Hmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're difficult, hard to please, all that
Is Elvenesse the type of place they send this cool Tyrant?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the Tyrant of Elvenesse
Well uh I got there and when I showed up
There was a dude who looked like a fashionista standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to commit war crimes yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared
I turned around to see a man and when he came near
The hair was black and long and he has a crown
If anything I can say this former Prince is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo Tyrants to Elvenesse'
I walked into the Citadel about seven or eight
And I yelled to the man 'Yo, Feanor, my city now'

I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Tyrant of Elvenesse

(Ngl, when i first saw the title, i thought it was gonna be a parody on the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Glad everyone's having fun though!)

I'm so proud of you guys!! +1

MC Name:

         Itsmearcher

Character's Name:

         Estellise Tathvir

Character's Age:

         189

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         TheKeefy

Teacher's RP Name:

         Hareven Lorenthus

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

On 5/23/2021 at 9:25 PM, Keefy said:

"And I was ******* right!" Hareven iterates to noone but his possibly confused wife, apropos of nothing 

Vienele could just feel Hareven's reponse, thinking that when he said that, she and Cal hadn't done that again yet!

15 hours ago, DragonofTaters said:

Around the continent one might catch sight of a redhaired woman. Darting in and out of bushes, dashing from one place to the next. Never sitting still. It's a wonder she didn't end up falling off a cliff on one of her weird adventures. But no matter how far her feet took her, she always made her way back. Back to the grove, back to the tree. And she'd smile at the sight of the pair together. A note would be left, to be found perhaps days, perhaps years, in the future. Three little words... "I told you..."

One day said note was found. A curious look was on the 'ker's face when she picked it up, unfolding it to see what was written inside. 

"..."  

She shook her head, letting out a sigh. There was the faintest hints of a smile on her face though.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it? Since we first met." A 'ker murmured to herself, hand resting on the trunk of a willow tree. Head tilted back just a touch, eyes staring up at the tree trunk. "And what a journey it's been to get here." 

A glow of deep lilac purple took over the normal teal hues. Her focus was entirely on the tree in front of her. If anyone showed up now, she wouldn't have noticed.

“It was always you.” The words were whispered aloud, her forehead now pressed to the trunk of the willow tree. “No matter what, it was always you.”

Stopped before the gates of Linandria, the 'ker peered up at them. A tilt of her head as she did, eyes narrowing into a squint. Trying to see through the bars, no doubt.

Getting inside the city was quick at least. The first row of gates lifted before she called out, and in she was. 

A male 'ame was who let her in. Brown hair, one visible green eye, a green bandana covering his left one. A dark brown coat that had seen better days, but it suited him. Right hand appeared to be made of wood.

A joke came to mind, but she held it off. Well, for as long as she could. It wasn't made until later on in knowing each other, at least.

Introductions were made.

Calius Terin. That was his name. Or Cal, for short. Everyone seemed to just call him Cal. 

Her own was given in return. Vienele. Just that, nothing else to go with it.

From the beginning, he was very easy to talk to. To spend time with. Time passed far too quickly for her liking when they spoke. Too soon, it ended. But he was always around, so it wasn't long before it started up again.

There was a night a couple months later, recalled so fondly and clearly to this day. Playing her violin, along with a friend and their lute. Just next to the edge of the fountain, she danced along to the music being made. 

He was seated on the edge, not too far away, watching and listening as this went on. A smile on his face.

Amidst her playing and dance, she glanced at him, letting her gaze meet his. Time stopped when teal met green. With that shared look, she knew. And it seemed he did too, with the way he paused and his cheeks darkened.

That night stuck with her.

He was the first she’d heard of druidism. An offer for her to watch a lesson with one of his students. She didn’t mind, curious to see what went into one. It was also a good excuse to spend more time with him.

Some of it, she didn’t understand, since she wasn’t a druid. What she did know was it was about connecting to a seed and causing it to grow. What came from the seed Cal grew was a lavender flower. Once he was done with it, he gave it to her.

A smile came to her face though, careful as she held the flower. Honestly, it took her focus off of what was going. So, anything else regarding that lesson was fuzzy. The lesson didn’t last much longer, from what she could remember at least. His student went home, leaving them by themselves. 

The night took them to the Terin tree, outside of the city, in the forests of Linandria. They stopped at the base of it, and he was kind enough to offer her a place to stay. Touched by it, she gave him a hug in return. The action surprised him, but he was more than happy to return it. It lasted a moment or two, before they moved to pull back. But not enough to be pulled completely apart. Their eyes met. He leaned down, and she stretched up to meet him. That night was when their relationship first started.

After that, she met his twin sons. Ruin’nir and Tam’naeuth. They were the spitting image of their father. Maybe eight years old, left without a mother because theirs had died a few years earlier. Her heart ached for these boys, the boys that would become hers in time, for she knew the pain of losing a parent. Both of hers were gone.

From the start, she treated them as though they were her own, without any hesitation. Nothing was expected in return. No mentions of them acting like she was their mother or calling her Haelun. Always best to let the children come to you in situations like this. Eventually, both of them said it for the first time. Her bottom lip trembled when she heard it, from each of them, tears threatening to spill as her heart swelled.

Many years together, with Cal, went by. Last she talked to him, he said he loved her, and that he would be back home later. Later never came. Years went by, but still, she waited. With so many years going by, the worst was concluded. He had to be dead. The conclusion was heartbreaking. Grief consumed her, and she vanished.

When she appeared again to find Caras Eldar in Atlas, it was a pleasant surprise to run into Tam’naeuth. Profuse apologies were given to her son, apologies for disappearing. He reassured her it was okay, but what he told her next caused her heart to stop and her blood to run cold. 

Cal was alive, but he was with someone. Heartbreak hit again, but it was mixed with something else. Anger. He was alive, and she knew nothing of it. Relief danced along with heartbreak and anger, because he was alive.

Tam’naeuth tried to stop her, but she pulled herself up from the fountain bench, aiming to exit the city. If Cal happened to show up, she didn’t want to see him right now. Not with the hurt and anger so fresh. The universe has a funny way of working, because on the way out, Cal was on his way in.

She froze, as did he, upon seeing each other. He found his voice first, though it was only an utterance of her name. 

Everything spilled out at once for her, her emotions unable to be held back. Cracks and falters with her words. It was a struggle to get those first words out, but once she was able, there was no stopping her. How she thought he’d been dead, how she’d had to take the time to get over her grief, and here he was. Alive and well, with a new partner, with no word to her. The more came out, the more her voice softened. Her gaze fell to her feet, droplets hitting the stone beneath her.

His reply was how he’d run into bandits and wandered off after on his way home, into nature. The call of nature was something druids could not ignore. He thought her dead when he didn’t find her in Caras Eldar, some years before. 

Easy enough to think. She thought the same of him, so she couldn’t be mad when he thought it of her. Regret replaced the dying down anger. If she’d only continued waiting, if only she’d not disappeared. 

‘I wouldn’t have lost him.’

Despite it all, she still loved him. She never stopped, and her heart still melted at the sight of him, as it had years ago. 

Within the tavern of Caras Eldar, a short time later, the two found themselves seated at a table. She had something for him. With a careful hand, she produced a heart shaped wreath, made of lavender flowers. Brown and clearly having been dead for some time. It was a miracle it was still in one piece. But great care had been to keep it intact. It was a gift she’d made for him a long time ago. Originally, kept so she could place it on his grave, if she ever found it. But, since he was alive, it felt only right to give it to him. 

Shock was evident on his features at this, stunned with how long she’d kept it. With a turquoise glow taking over his visible green eye, the wreath slowly returned to life, vibrant purple and green instead of brown. A slight smile came to his face as he thanked her, lifting the wreath up.

The smile on his face brought a small one to hers. An internal debate went on, and in the end, she decided to bring it up, lest she regret it later. A love for him that never stopped, how she still cared for him, and a willingness to try again, should he want to. He didn’t have to, but the offer was there.

There was a slight hesitation. He still cared for her as well, but with his relationship, he needed time to think about it. Something that she respected and wouldn’t push. In the meantime, she stayed around, often visiting the Mother Grove to check in on him. A reply to her hadn’t been given, but overhearing a conversation with his partner’s family was enough to tell her his decision was made. To respect such, she pulled back, happy as long as he was. No avoidance of him, just a distance maintained to be respectful. 

During this time was when she first made the steps toward becoming a druid. Her dedicancy became her focus, Guyden as her guide. Her Terin mark was also obtained this time. Unofficial, she’d been one for a long time, but it was now official. 

There was a willow tree outside of his house, in the grove, just down the hill from it. She found herself there, sitting beneath it or on the roots, just talking to the tree. On good, bad, neutral days. There was also time made to go see it and talk, whether the soul within it could hear her or not.

It took her years to try to date again. The first a dark elf, but the relationship only lasted a few years, before he vanished. A handful of years later, she met her future husband. A whirlwind of a relationship with many ups and many downs. During this relationship, in the new land of Arcas, she was attuned as a druid. Sister Lilac. In that time, his relationship had ended, but another had blossomed.

Her visiting the willow tree didn’t stop, even with the changing of lands. Arcas now, within the Talus Grove. Time was still made to stop by. More days than usual were spent there though, especially during the end of her marriage. Those were some particularly bad days for her. As time continued, it got better, but the amount of time she spent at that tree remained the same. 

A brief relationship happened, but it didn’t last. It wasn’t anything he did. He was a good man. It was on her side. Her feelings hadn’t faded, not even a little bit, for the man she first met back in Axios. No one was him. She tried not to think about it, because as far as she knew, he was still with someone.

Nenar was the one to force her to confront it. Despite the way she deflected it, the ‘ame woman saw right through her, urging her to talk to him. An uncertainty of if he still felt the same way. But the argument was she wouldn’t know if she didn’t try. With enough prodding, she relented, but asked for time to be able to bring it up. Sure, but if it took too long, Nenar would talk to Cal herself.

It was atop the willow tree, where a bench was, when the talk happened. Nenar and Tam’naeuth sped the process up, with their comments and jokes. Ruin’nir seemed to be none the wiser, but made his leave to attend to business. His brother and sister followed not long after. That left them alone to talk. 

Nerves were almost eating her alive, but they were eased, for the most part. Talk of how they’d missed one another, and how they hadn’t stopped feeling for the other. His green bandana was removed, two green eyes meeting her teal ones now. Her hands lifted to find his cheeks, gently cupping them as her forehead rested against his. The rest of the time was spent with quiet conversation and kisses being made up for.

Some time later, they were seated beneath the tree, her sitting beside him. Hareven made his appearance, chatting with the both of them. Not long later, Cal left, leaving her alone with Hareven. And what he said caused her to choke on air. 

“So, y’all *******?” 
 

Art By VixieBee

It wasn't until the missive of Toffee's that Rosalia learned of Hook's end. A frown tugged at her lips, amber reading along each word. 

"Oh." 

The only sound that came out, filled with a sadness, for the Musin she'd only met once. Not only that, but the rest that of the Musin, for they surely felt this loss deeper than she did. After all, they were his family, not her. But he was a nice little Musin, and she'd liked him. How could anyone have wanted to hurt him? 

Rosalia didn't see Hook again, after rescuing him from the Elvenesse river. She didn't know of the poor Musin's demise. Every so often, she wondered if he was alright. If he'd been tossed into another river and if he had, if someone fetched him out just as she had. The piece of taffy he gave her was still within her dress pocket. 

((NOOO! I loved Hook 😭))

12 hours ago, nothingbutdebrie said:

Skin number: #1

Bid amount: 80 mina
Discord: Anthemic#6661

Skin number:  Number one

Bid amount: 90 mina

Discord: Zadie#4764

Skin number:  Number one, Crimson Dragon 

Bid amount: 60 mina

Discord: Zadie#4764

34 minutes ago, latteTM said:

Hi guys, it’s latte back again.

 

I know i made a status update asking the same question if medical roleplay was fun- but I was wondering, what would medical roleplay fun for you guys, either as a patient or the medic in question ?? I'm simply trying to gauge at the community's thoughts, as well as to most likely incorperate some ideas within the future. 

 

I personally like when the medic involves the patient within the roleplay , and asks them questions instead of just straightforward doing a couple of healing emotes then done, making it more engaging for the person on the other side of the screen, opposed to just going afk. I also think tying your style in within the sort of nation you're in would make for interesting results as well, like if (and they might) Yong Ping had its own historical-cultural medical techniques opposed to Haense medicine. I just think standardizing everything and seeing the same sort of medical roleplay everywhere is boring , idk just my thoughts. 

 

I would have to agree with you about it being engaging for the patient, Latte. It also works in reverse too. I have multiple characters that are healers, all with different ways of approaching things and handling issues. Across all of these characters, I've had multiple people that, as soon as whichever medic or healer I'm RPing as, get there and tell me in LOOC that they're just gonna AFK through it. On my side, the healer's side, this is just kind of disheartening. You don't even get the chance to interact and involve the other person in the process.

Something that I personally enjoy is fitting technique to the characters and wherever they live. Writing out medical things as that character is pretty interesting, in my opinion. Some of the most fun I've had with medical RP is teaching people how to do things and writing out things as that character would.

It's also been a great learning experience. There are plants that I didn't realize existed in real life until people told me they were real life plants. Like Witch Hazel. I had no idea before RPing as a medic.

4 minutes ago, WestCarolina said:

I LOVE ZADIE WRITINGS

I love Carol

Art by Elentori

A ‘ker sat beneath a willow tree, her back resting against the trunk of it. A staff laid across her lap, dark oak with vines and lilacs going up it. The sun was setting, a mixture of red, orange and purple across the horizon. 

Things were calm. A lesson with Hareven finished not long before. He had gone off to do whatever it is he does. Whatever it was, she didn’t know. The man always just marched to the beat of his own drum, following wherever it took him. The one thing she did know was that, along the way, he found others and welcomed them into his family with open arms. Something she experienced firsthand.

Their first encounter was an interesting one. Over a century ago now, and it was during her dedicancy. Someone, she didn’t remember who now, threatening her along with two other dedicants. Hareven pressed the person’s neck to a tree, with one hand, until a sickening crack came. And that was the end of the situation.

Her teal gaze lifted upward, trailing along the leaves of the willow tree. Hints of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her hands clasped together, resting on the shaft of her staff. While shocking at the time, she came to learn that Hareven was just Hareven.

When first arriving at Linandria back in Axios, she was by herself when she stopped at those gates. No family, no friends. Just the violin, a sword and clothes on her back. Little did she know back then, stopping at those gates, how much it would change her life.

An ‘ame was who let her in, a singular green eye visible. The other was covered by a green bandana. A brown coat on his frame, and an introduction soon given to her.

Calius Terin. Cal.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to grow close. A love for him never faded, even after a hundred years apart and other partners in between later on.   

Along with him came his twin sons. Ruin’nir and Tam’naeuth. Two young boys she quickly grew to love as her own, raising them as if they were her blood.

“I think we’re the lucky ones, to be honest. We were small, motherless children. Then you showed up and fixed all that.”

Even with two hundred years passing since then, they were still her boys. No matter how much time went on, the image of those young eight year olds stuck with her. Aspects help anyone or anything to try to hurt those boys or any of her other children. 

Miklaeil was a grown man when she met him in Atlas, within the city of Caras Eldar and the Sparrow Grove. That changed nothing about her eventually seeing him as one of her own. Something he said that she remembered so clearly. Within the walls of Aegrothond, seated a table talking with him and others.

“She reminds me of my own dearly departed Haelun.” 

Aegrothond was where she first met Nenar. Ribs broken. She tried so hard to get her to stay, so that she could treat her injuries and so she could rest. But it didn’t work out that way. Artimec hadn’t been welcome in Aegrothond at the time, and so Nenar left with him. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t the last she saw the ‘ame woman. Frequently, she saw her at Aegrothond and the Mother Grove. The more time spent together, it wasn’t long before the two were bonded as family. Mother and daughter. A bond that could not ever be broken.

What started as just being her step-daughter evolved into Eretria being thought of as her own daughter. Despite being divorced from the small ‘ame’s father, the two of them were still as close as could be. A mother-daughter bond that was as real as if they had been blood. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her. Nerrin, as well, was her family. 

Meeting Ara’nora took some time, but she adored her granddaughter with all her heart. The spitting image of her father and mother. Anything that girl needed, she would do her best to fulfill. 

There were only fond memories of Marie. How she missed that halfling. A sister she viewed her as. Attuned only hours apart, and by the same person. Kasfer. Often, she missed taking a stroll through the grove and running into the halfling. Too long it’d been without her bright presence. The heart breaking sorrow when she felt the loss. It was a void yet to close to this day.

Over the years, there were glimpses of Evar’tir around the different elven cities of each land. But hardly any, if any at all, interaction with him. Not until he became Cal’s student. The memory of her first time talking to him was clear. Her, Evar’tir, Nen and Cal were all seated beneath the willow tree, just down the road from the Talus grove entrance. Now she was proud to call him her brother.

Kasfer was her first teacher, and Guyden was her guide. Both were considered family to her from the years she spent around them. Concern peaked its head up every so often, due to how many years it’d been since she saw either of them. The only reason she knew they were alright was because none of the losses felt over the years belonged to them. No graves for them, so at least they were alive. Nowhere to be seen, but alright. 

Soon enough, she was pulled from her reminiscing. Quite a journey the last two hundred years had been. Plenty of highs and lows. It was worth it though, because of all the bonds she formed along the way.

Congratulations, Treshure! 

Within the Father Circle, in a home beneath a tree, was an 'ame woman, not a former or current member of the Father Circle. Perched on the couch, amber gaze watching the flickering flames of the fireplace. Her recent conversation with Syndra came to mind.

"Rosalia, I didn't expect to find you still here."

Only one thing kept her there. A promise of forever, to wait and to always find their way back to one another no matter what. 

Eraami was able to read the new treasury police. She is very proud of her former healing student being the Financier of Elvenesse. 

Having been present at the meeting in which Evar'tir was chosen to be the next High Prince, the Lilac Druid and Terin Elder wasn't surprised by the news. Vienele gave a nod of approval, folding the letter to tuck into her pocket. 

"I've faith you'll do great, Brother."

A thoughtful look came to her face, wondering if she'd be able to attend the coronation. Would a gift be needed for such?

((I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, great job, Sug! +1

As her brother went on his way, to go wherever it was that he went, the Lilac druid offered him a simple farewell and to be safe on his way. She turned, teal gaze lingering on his back as he walked off. 

Often she wondered where it was he went. He was never one to sit still for very long, not in all the time since she'd met him. The answer to that curiosity was likely to be everywhere, for he marched to the beat of his own drum and let it take him wherever he wished. Sometimes it took him to good places, sometimes bad. It's just how life goes sometimes. But he was one of the most genuine and honest people she knew. 

Congratulations to @ScreamingDingo! Can't wait to see what you do with the Story Team and how all of this goes.

5 hours ago, Keefy said:

Hareven realizes there's going to be alot of missives in the future and is now committing to folding them all into origami and sitting them around his house. 

Vienele paid her brother a visit that day, only to be met with his house full of origami animals. Amusement was apparent on her face as she looked at each one. "You'll have to teach me how!"

RP Name: Natalia Marie Falcone
MC Name:  TotallyNotZadie
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