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“Truth in his eyes and heart... I see it too, he’ll do whatever her can to atleast feel like he has power” Zata said as she would leave her copy of the paper in the Sutican tavern “He will always be the same man till he gives himself up for justice. Might it kill him? He did murder and torture several people among other things. Actions have consequences”

“Not entirely wrong, however I would say the Empire more akin to a dragon. A dragon cares not for the good of others, but the good of others may come about when unwise decide to provoke the dragon” Zata commented before taking a sip of her coffee and continuing to tell to her partner “At any moment this dragon could demolish everyone, but is kept busy by the internal strife they allowed to fester. I think if the empire survives this period of significant difficulty then we might see the benevolent creature this author writes about or at the very least a faction that has the humility to realize how precarious an empire truly is”

For once I am proud of my son

“Why must she be so blatant in her meddling of personal affairs with buisness” ,Zatanaes said with a sigh as she read over the writ, ”I suppose I will have to do some digging of my own before she accidentally fucks things up”

Full Name: Zatanaes Avern Age: 641 Past/Present Affiliations (Military Organizations, Nations, etc.): Citizen of multiple past cities Residence: Sutica ((OOC)) MCName: WanderingFriend Discord: Sapphireh20#0815 Timezone: est

“ In the last two weeks all contact has been lost with Marcella Al’abass, her family is deeply concerned is putting forth a reward of 1,000 minas for her return. She is a fourteen year old girl with brown eyes of average height and tends to wear brown garb, the picture below is her most recent. Please report any information to Zatanaes Avern or Serenity Al’abass. https://imgur.com/a/P2W35zv “

Zatanaes would give her half-orc wife a kiss on the cheek then take a sip of wine straight from the bottle while her golden earrings twinkle in the light

“Didn’t this man also beat his wife? or am I thinking about somone else” Zata said while chatting with one of her children

Meanwhile Zata wonders if people know what symbolic actions are

“Do you think Celaena would be proud of anyone screaming all those awful things at me while I wept over her body, a woman she called haelun and took solace in? You admitted it was someone perhaps close to Celaena, and I have guesses for who, so why would you scream and shriek at me as if I am responsible for her death? There was no reason to harass a woman grieving for her child that way, humans offered more sympathy and for that you should be ashamed. If for some reason you would actually like to speak with me and find reason of your own to despise me then I will be found around the Cloud Temple – Z”

“ I have suffered no greater abuse than I have today at the hands of the snow elven people while trying to grieve for my daughter. I try to say that it was entirely possible her death had more to do with someone’s quarrel against me than some odd conspiracy to ruin a frozen city in a barren land, but am told that I may as well have been the one to slit her throat and torn out her heart for the simple fact that I live in the empire. I heard things like this screamed around me while I wanted nothing more than peace and silence to grieve the brutal murder of my daughter. Unfortunately some of the things they kept screaming at me were true and I must address it. It is true that after years of healing citizens, soldiers, and nobility that I am still questioned, threatened, and spat upon by sheer virtue of my race and I am completely exhausted of it. I will not be withdrawing my services from the Empire as I still believe in making a culture centered around healing, but I will no longer accept being sneered at by the town drunk while I work hard to warm up the limbs of a child thrown into a freezing river. I will no longer offer my service to anyone who threatens to cut off my ears or the ears of any other elf, anyone who questions my integrity or skill because of my race, and I absolutely refuse to serve anyone who cannot even manage the most basic of manners after realizing I am an elf. Even with my treatment by humans and my frustration, they still cannot even match the level of disrespect and vitriol I was shown by the snow elves. No longer will I afford a measure of my mind for a so called race who would rather spew propaganda and harass a grieving a mother rather than find the killer of one of their kin, no longer will I lift a finger for a race who would declare me their enemy when I have done less harm to their kin than the vast majority of their officials, and now I formally resign as a snow elf since apparently being a snow elf means I must lick a Tundrak’s boot or be treated even worse than I have been by the most racist of humans. P.S For those whom it may concern, I want to be alone. You may send a letter to could temple if you want to contact me, but until I find that I am once again in a suitable mind to operate I encourage you to contact Iros Windsor or Nepir Wolfguard isntead. Snow elves wishing to point out how humans have committed genocide against their race in the past, which is obviously quite a ways worse than the racial slurs I experience now, please remember to submit your age, the date of the last snow elven genocide, and the average life span of a human. – Zatanaes Avern, Former Snow Elf “

“They always stop trying though. I honestly have no idea why they even have a guard force”

An elven doctor of reputation looks about Caroulstadt before slipping into their clinic and locking the doors. Once inside the doctor would withdraw a paper from within her coat and began to read. For all the precautions taken the poor doctor did not think to account for the raucous laughter that would ensue upon reading the paper nor the cracked rib.

“Vindicative... has strange issues with sexuality... Doesn’t like not-white elves. I think we have the new Kalenz” Zatanaes chatted with some others in a tavern

Maybe noobs will stop coming to me with injuries they don’t realize are fatal

((This may actually be the only character piece on the forums I actually enjoyed reading

Grandma Snelf wonders how she was in Tamriel

Zatanaes sat in her clinic while glaring at a bottle of red fluid, ”These children make me want to drink. All playing so grandiose. They are very grandiose in their own world. . . All of them the greatest philosophers, warriors, and rulers within their own world”

Zatanaes sat down next to the figure then spoke, “I’ll answer your question with a tale of my own. There was a human princess of old that was extremely gifted with magic, if not summoning maelstroms to cripple her foes then she would channel a breeze to cool her friends. As you can imagine she was highly sought after... for marriage, for war, and all manner of other needs. The constant demand wearied, the lack of people who truly loved her and not her magic wearied her, so she took off on a gust of wind to travel about the world. That is the philosphy I subscribe to, the philosophy of air in which you travel without bonds to where ever you please, but such gets so lonely Zatanaes frowned as she pulled off a simple vine like ring with an emerald set into it,“My daughter has taken to much the same along with the rest of ny family. . . That’s how wind it is, it does not wait for you to catch up nor does it have any qualms with leaving. A philosophy of water would say be flexible, but together”

Zatanaes would smile happily and tap her finger against her teacup as she read the proclamation

Zatanaes clapped both hands on Elvira’s shoulders after sneaking up from behind, ”You would have a very boring life. You have a good story, Elvira, it’s something I want youth to hear and be inspired by”