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    [Communion and Control][MA]xburdenx

    in Denied

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    MC Name: xburdenx

    Character's Name: Vienele Terin

    Character's Age: 472

     

    Character's Race:

             Dark Elf

     

    What magic(s) will you be learning?

             Communion and Control

     

    Teacher's MC Name:

             Archipelego

     

    Teacher's RP Name:

             Kasfer

     

    Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

             No

     

    Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

             Yes

     

    Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

             Yes

     

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

             No

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    The Passing of a Father

    in Arcas Human RP Archive

    Posted · Edited by Criala

    When Lielle arrived at home, the Des'Nox Clan home within Vira'ker, she didn't expect to find the body of her step son. At first, there was a hint of confusion on her features, as she wasn't sure what was there at first. But then, once she's close enough, she was able to see what exactly was at her and Dak'ir's doorstep. She swallowed think, her knees shaking as she made her way closer. That was when she found the note with his body. One read of it, and she wasn't able to keep herself standing. She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks. She and Arveldir had never been extremely close, but she had loved him as if he were her own son nevertheless. She remained there, one hand pressed to her mouth and the letter in her other hand.

     

    Only a short time later, Ele'ira happened by while she was on her way to her own home. 

     

    "Haelun?" She called out, stepping closer to see what was going on. A frown tugged at her lips when she saw her mother on the ground. She stopped just behind her, eyes falling on what was in front of the door. Confusion dances along the young 'ker's face, and her red gaze turned to Lielle again. "... Haelun..?" 

     

    Unable to form words, Lielle offered the note to Ele'ira, who then took it. As Ele'ira read the note, her confusion was replaced with grief... And heart break. 

     

    "Br.. Brother?" She barely managed to get the word out, tears welling up in her eyes as they fell on Arveldir's body. The letter fell from her hand, fluttering to rest on the stone floor. She shuffled closer to him. Then she dropped to her knees at his side, resting her hands on top of him. The tears started to flow then, dribbling down her cheeks and falling on the linens that were wrapped around his body. Her shoulders shook, and her breathing was shaky, but she was silent. And she refused to move. It wasn't until Lielle composed herself and gently urged her to move so they could move him, that Ele'ira finally did. With sniffles and hiccups, the pair moved him inside of the Des'Nox home. Now... To wait for Dak'ir to get home, so the news could be broken to him.

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    In the Eye of the Storm

    in Atlas Roleplay Archive

    Posted · Edited by Criala

    The intensity of the storm was unsettling. With each crack of lightning and roar of thunder, there was a slight grimace from the elfess. It was loud, and each time the waves crashed against the hull of the ship, Ele’ira cast an uneasy glance to Ganzorig. But, no matter how bad the storm got, she remained on the deck, not too far from his side. As the storm finally began to die down, and the moonlight broke through, a long strand of her white hair began to glow a brilliant pale blue. The blessing she'd gotten from Luara so long ago. She clasped her hands behind her back, listening as Ganzorig began to speak. Either and there, she gave a nod of agreement. As his speech finished, she smiled. "Until the end of times." She murmured, more to herself than anyone else.

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    Home to the Spiritual

    in Atlas Roleplay Archive

    Posted · Edited by Criala

    Beneath the light of the moon, Lielle made her way to the totem dedicated to Luara. As she did, she passed by Dak'ir, offering her husband a smile and quick kiss before he continued on his way. She turned her attention to the totem, silent as she dipped her head to it. After a couple of moments, she lifted her head. With one last look at the totem, she turned to head home, careful not to disturb any of the flowers she'd recently planted throughout the area. It had taken a lot of work to get everything done, but the hard work had paid off, and it was time for their kin to join them once again.

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    An Offering

    in Atlas Roleplay Archive

    Posted · Edited by Criala

     

    Spoiler

     

     

    The statue of Cernunnos stood before Vienele, and to its right, on the other side of the brazier, was the statute of Cerridwen. The light from the fire illuminated the blade of the sword in her hands and her left side. Guyden was a few feet back, merely watching in silence, arms resting against his chest.

     

    Her first druid task. Give an offering to both Cerridwen and Cernunnos. But it couldn’t be just anything. Not just a random flower she found, an object that she bought or anything of that sort. No, the offerings had to be of importance to her. A part of her. 

     

    With a deep breath, she knelt in front of the statue. Carefully, she laid the sword down in front of Cernunnos’ statue. A sword given to her by her father when she told him she wanted to go out and travel. Something to keep her safe, he'd told her. If she was going to go out and travel across the land, then she needed something to protect herself with.

     

    “A sword given to me by my father.” She murmured. “I give it as an offering, because it’s important to me.”

     

    "But why is it important?” Guyden finally broke his silence, otherwise unmoving.

     

    "Because… He gave it to me as a way of protecting myself… A way to keep myself safe... While I was traveling the world.” She replied, not once straying her eyes from the sword, which now lay at the foot of Cernunnos’ statue. She’d always held it dear, even when it wasn’t on her person, even though she hadn’t needed to use it very often. "It was the last time I saw him alive."

     

    Guyden gave an approving nod before falling into silence once more.

     

    Then she eased herself up and moved to the statue of Cerridwen. It was a long moment of staring at the statue. With a slight shake to her hands, she reached up, undoing the strap for her violin. The strap slackened, and with that, her violin was removed from her back. She knelt before the statue, violin held in her arms.

     

    “The breath of life that my mother gave me by teaching me music…” She sucked in a breath, before placing the violin at the foot of Cerridwen’s statue. It was hard, something she’d had with her for so long, even longer than the sword from her father. The violin her mother had given her when she’d first began to learn to play all those years ago. The comforting weight as it rested against her back, the feel of it in her hands. As hard as it was to let go of the sword from her father, this gift from her mother was even harder to let go of. That violin had been a part of her, an extension of herself. But it wasn’t supposed to be easy.

     

    One last look at her violin, and she stood. Guyden motioned her towards the brazier, where he offered her a knife to cut her palm with.

     

    “Just a little bit of blood, doesn’t need to be much.” He told her with a smile.

     

    “Alright.” She nodded her head and brought the blade across her open palm, blood already beginning to drip from the wound. The knife was given back to Guyden, and she held her hand over the fire, palm facing down. A few drops of blood dripped into the fire. An oath to the Aspects.

     

    “Ahh, now let me take care of that.” Guyden pulled some bandages out of his pockets, immediately tending to her hand.

     

    “It doesn’t really hurt.” She said, though she let him bandage her hand. Bandaged tight enough that it wouldn’t come loose, but not too tight that it would cut off her circulation.

     

    Her first druid task was done. It wasn’t a decision that she had made lightly, one she’d taken plenty of time to think on. But it was the first step towards the new path she’d chosen for herself.

     

     

    Spoiler

    (OOC: Just a little something that came to mind after completing the first druid task! I was inspired!)

     

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    Linandria's First Naelurir Oracles

    in Axios Roleplay Archive

    Posted · Edited by Criala

    Vienele stood in the crowd, positioned closer to the front, with a smile on her face. She clapped as Arahaelth made her way up on the platform. Her smile widened when Calius was motioned forward onto the platform as well. Once again, she clapped, however it was louder this time, showing complete support for her love.

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    [IMPORTANT] The Caverns of Ker'nor

    in Axios Roleplay Archive

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    Though it was quieter than the shuffling of armor, another set of foot steps sound. Dark blue fabric brushed against the ground, though it stops once the midnight clad woman did. Ele'ira Des'Nox.

     

    She stops at the soldiers side, her hands clasped together behind her back. Every so often as he speaks, she gives a nod of her head in approval and agreement, long white hair spilling over her shoulder. 

     

    With her crimson gaze on the man beside her, her husband to be, she speaks.

     

    "Let us reclaim our cavern." 
     

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