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Arial Meadowbloom

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  1. You'll be missed, Chi, I assure you. If you ever pop back online again, don't hesitate to let me know! It's been an honour to work by your side on Adunia as much as we did, and I think that even if our characters don't go down in history for it, they will be remembered by those who matter. Thanks for all the fun times and I wish you all the best in the future! Peace be with you, iani.~
  2. I have known Drone for, I daresay, the whole time I have been on LotC, and I could not have asked for a better person to learn to RP with. He's funny and knows how to RP with reason and meaning, all the best qualities in role-play, in my personal opinion. A very nice choice. +1.
  3. Annabelle grins as the word spreads of the fabulous chef-off. Name: Annabelle DeWeyt (Arial Meadowbloom-Brae) Do you have fighting experience?: Not at all, completely pacifist, but I have a way with people. Do you like food?: Of course!~
  4. Somewhere in Thales, Arial Meadowbloom-Brae sobs uncontrollably, despite all of the comfort offered to her. She not only lost a father-like thing, a brother-ish person and one of, if not her, best friend, but a piece of herself with Elton (Beneton)'s passing. "May the Three w-welcome him with open arms!" she whimpered at his grave.
  5. Here's a bit of a journal found floating in the wind. There is no name signed. Malinor, 13th of the First Seed.
  6. Arial sits patiently as Hamish reads the theory aloud to her. "You know, ian, that makes a tad bit of sense. At least more sense than all these 'bleeding out' ideas. If we bleed someone out of their disease, then not only will they run out of blood, surely, but then the disease is free again too! Perhaps we should try 'vaccinations' on some people... But who?"
  7. Race/Subrace: High Elf, Dedicant, Adunian, Meadowbloom-Brae Have you played a character from this (sub)race?: Yes, my main character. Describe how you imagine the music this (sub)race would listen to. If you can name a music genre or post an example link that would be even better: I don't have an example link, but flute music would work the best. Violins, too, with high, soft and easy listening melodies. As the song progresses, I imagine more instruments being added underneath. Hearty, deep instrumental music by the end. What do you imagine this (sub)race's songs would be about?: The beauty of nature, love and life itself. What kinds of songs do you think would be most commonly found sung by this subrace? (i.e. war songs, lullabies, jigs, religious music, ballads...): Lullabies, ones so soft they could put a child to sleep.~
  8. Arial sighs faintly, slipping a single piece of parchment between the end of the book and the pieces written by various people. Please take note that everything written in this book may not be factually correct. These memories are how Hanrahan Brae himself remembered them and they could possibly mis-represent characters in his life. Please do not base your judgement on any of the names mentioned here from this book. Peace be with you.
  9. ~+~ MORIGHAEN ~+~ - Chapter 14 - Siobhan - Chapter 15 - Oren Woes - Chapter 16 - The Nature of the Beast - Chapter 17 - Princess - Chapter 18 - Heart-rip - Chapter 19 - Leaving-Taking - Chapter 20 - New World - Chapter 21 - Maiden of Blue Hair - Chapter 22 - Family - Chapter 23 - Movement - Chapter 24 - Dwindling light - Chapter 25 - Out with a bang As you finish, Arial smiles again. She looks as though she was watching you read this whole time, interested in your facial expressions, your eyes sweeping the page and anything you might have said during your reading. She almost meets your gaze as you look up. Arial pushes a peacock feather quill and a full bottle of ink towards you. "If you wish to write something to him, there are blank pages in the back." If you were to turn to those pages, there would indeed be notes written by many other people, all in different language and writing styles, but all addressed to Hanrahan Brae. The first two seemed to have been written much earlier than the rest, and are listed here. Arial smiles at those who pick up the quill. Selina Demones- Resia- "There are only seven books currently in existence," she goes on to tell you. "This one, the original," she taps the book still open and in front of you. "One is with Selina Demones, Resia and Meta. The rest are with me, safely out of the hands of those who are not given them. If I find an unapproved copy of this book..." she trails off before smiling again. "Never forget," she reminds you. "But learn."
  10. ~+~ THRONN ~+~ - Chapter 6- A Sharp Turn - Chapter 7 - Gaining Rank - Chapter 8 - Into the Shadows - Chapter 9 - Heartfire - Chapter 10 - The Squire - Chapter 11 - The Golden - Chapter 12 - Roses - Chapter 13 - The Day That Never Came
  11. A blue haired elf, Arial Meadowbloom-Brae she calls herself, sits at the largest table in Alras' Tavern. In front of her sits a large, leather bound book with three words on the cover: 'When I go'. She smiles brightly at you, and suggests you buy a drink at the bar and come sit with her to read her book. This is for those who do so. When I go. The original story of Hanrahan Brae, recounted by Arial Meadowbloom-Brae. ~+~ DEDICATED TO HANBUIFAGYR LA TENE SKARA BRAE ~+~ THE ORIGINAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF HANRAHAN BRAE. Acknowledgements- - Book 1: Gronn - - Book 2: Thronn - - Book 3: Morighaen - Preface- ~+~ GRONN ~+~ - Chapter 1 - Life at Braemar - Chapter 2 - Dubhlannach - Chapter 3 - Druaoi - Chapter 4 - Montfluer - Chapter 5 - Proper Education
  12. ((Hi, I don't know if this still counts as a Clan or if you want to list it, but Arial is still the Chieftess of Brae. Good setup, too!))
  13. Two leaflets seems to be left behind where ever Candy is seen last... they look as though they were both part of larger papers at a time but have lost their way over the years... Like the fire may destroy and yet help a forest grow, how a book can ruin a life and yet help someone to know. This balance goes on, forever and forever more, for however long that must be, no one knows for sure. ... Treat nature with honesty is all one asks, in life there have been much worse tasks. Just water a flower, a decree, Do not pick rare herbs for herbal tea and once and a while, hug a tree. (( Aside from all of that, I just want to say thank you, Candy. I can't explain how much you've done for me, both OOC and IC. You're an incredible person and that date of yours, aye, they're pretty gosh darn lucky. I wish you the best of the best out in.. -gasp!- the real world, and please don't hesitate to message me if you need anything. May the Aspects guide you.~
  14. Arial would pause for a moment during her day to think of Han's memories and to pray to the Aspects, Three, and any other Above Being that Hanrahan doesn't get into any more trouble than he already has. Not that he's alive... Not in this realm, anyway.
  15. Arial seems uncomfortable with the raised voices from earlier, however at the mention of Hanrahan, she seems to calm down slightly. She also seemed to mutter something at Han's name, perhaps a small prayer or something of the sort. She speaks with a soft voice, "It seems the both of you are very passionate about this nation. What more could the people ask for than a devoted triumvirate? I believe that is the clearest, most bloodless choice. No Adunian blood or otherwise needs to be spilled."
  16. Arial nods in agreement with Cirimas' words and ponders for a moment how Aep got to stay in the room if this was a closed meeting.
  17. "Ahem," she coughs quietly as though to get attention. "It was Kayrin who was in charge of Adunia for the past years, and it is because of him that it still exists... Nothing against you, of course, Dranan, but the Elendil family has this tendency to just... have family who are the 'true blood' of Elendil coming from Aspects-know-where, I daresay... Perhaps a co-ruling would best fit, seeing as you have yet to rule Adunia, Dranan, and Kayrin seems to have some experience. Yes, please either speak with the people themselves or resolve to a quiet, peaceful transfer of power, or leveling of power. Least the Adunian people leave this nation because of the quarrels with the royalty." ((Edited after noticing Chi's response.))
  18. ((I forgive you, Vaerus :3)) Arial raises her hands a little like someone would to stop a speaker politely and respectively. "Dranan... No hostile words, please. We are not picking at each other- perhaps it is because of Kayrin that Adunia has not yet fallen completely.... And perhaps it will be because of you it rises once more to its former greatness- History can show and time can only tell. Though.. History is written by the victors, and time is yet to tell. So while we wait, can there be no peace between the both of you? Could Dranan not- I say 'rule' for lack of a better word- Could Dranan not 'rule' Adunia for the time being, and Kayrin oversee some part of it? Or perhaps a co-ruling would best fit this situation, seeing as half of the families- or clans- are on Dranan's side, while the rest are on Kayrin's (or have absolutely no idea what is going on... Which I do not blame them for). Though perhaps we should not be splitting Adunia, but bringing it together," she speaks, putting her hands together as she does so((for symbolism of 'together')). She looks patiently, under the shadow of her hood, from Dranan to Kayrin with a calm aura about her. Her voice is almost soothing.
  19. Arial looks politely to Dranan, tilting her head slightly. "And your side?" she asks in a confident, yet curious tone.
  20. Arial frowns slightly underneath her hood. "I do not run this meeting, perhaps, but I keep it running smoothly. We do not need a fight to break out here, honestly.. I was informed that the purpose of this meeting was to define each of you, and for the Grand King to decide, or for me, or whomever to decide, who will hold the throne to Adunia. If that is wrong, please correct me," she nods a little, "and with a smile, too, please. As you said, Arnorian represents Kayrin, Cirimas represents you, the Grand King and his people are their own entity... I am here, unbiased. I am only here to help."
  21. "I ask kindly," Arial says in a quiet, level voice, even though the sound echoes naturally off the walls, giving the impression that she is everywhere at once, "that no one else speak until both parties - they being Dranan and Kayrin - speak. Thank you in advance for your cooperation." Her face still hidden underneath her hood, she waits once more for Dranan to present his side.
  22. Arial smiles lightly to the Grand King Wulfgar, waving a little and nodding in agreement with him before her expression levels out once more. She looks expectantly to Dranan, interested, but her expression does not show much else.
  23. Arial nods and waves to those Adunians she knows as they leave the hall. She stands up easily from her chair and moves down the table to sit between Dranan, Arnorian and Kayrin. Arial sits down carefully, her dress moving with a natural grace that seems to have taken her years to perfect. She lowers her hood cautiously, her face scarred and pale as usual, her eyes darker and deeper in colour than they used to be, but her face is calm and somehow more full. She puts her hands on her lap and looks expectantly from one end of the table to the other, once again waiting for the meeting to start. Her voice seems to carry through the air as though it has done so thousands of times before; as though her voice was there, in the air, the whole time, and just now it is being noticed or understood. "I believe, if you both have a case to make and you wish me to listen, it would be neatest if each side said their piece with complete silence from the other side. Once both sides have been presented, perhaps then there can be a time to correct mis-understood facts, or opinions wrongly stated, if such a controversy should arise... In a calm and as peaceful a manner as you can muster, if you please." She adds, "And since we were presented food from Dranan and that he has brought us all here, I believe it is only proper that he should start."
  24. Arial returns the small, almost-forgotten nod to her favourite and most beloved grandson, the one and only Edward. She also moves inside with the men, waiting patiently for the meeting to start, also not touching anything. She preoccupies herself with her gloves.
  25. Arial claps her hands lightly. "No time for small talk, aye, Kayrin and you third-Adunian? The sooner this meeting is done, the sooner Adunia can move on and either prosper or perish."
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