Crayfishchris

"M-miss... Miss Nienna..." Kristian turns, heading down the pathway, and begins to cry.

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Sooooooo um... :p We gonna get started again?

Yulnii walks away from the ball, a bit discomfited. They had been raided. Surprise!

Kristian's glad he retired when he did.

Kristian pores over military texts and statistics. Despite his resigning, he had found it hard to pull himself away. Years and years of habit stuck. The whispers were already on their way. The death of the Justiciar, the founder of Conclave. "No... no... no..." his hands crumple up a roster listing as he hears the words from a passing Evariran, one of his former soldiers. So it was true, after all. The man who had brought Malinor to its knees and replaced it with a better nation was well and truly dead. "So he is dead... an' replaced by Lion? Hmph. Conclave. Let's see where the future takes ya, aye?" He settles back in the chair, looking back at the ceiling. His family, his friends, his superiors... Truly, we're all going to die soon, be it by man or by beast. Us men and Elves of the Old Malinor have no place in this new world, and it is punishing us for our wrongdoings. Our sins and shadows are catching up, and we will all soon know the meaning of true pain.

Cratominique Cra gets up, stumbling and nearly falling as he looks over the pile of extra weapons. Giving a small smile, he shakes his head. "Not many folks use physical ammunition anymore, at least where I'm from... the ground forces have it, but up in space it just takes up cargo room... I'll keep my blaster rifle." The howls bring his attention once more, and his tan skin pales considerably. "A-as... much as I hate to say it... Kegan, was it? Yeah, Kegan might be right here. We... we..." he stutters, before gathering his compusure, "We need to make some head... some headway onto what exactly is going on... we're here for a rea... a reason, right? Why would they take us? A Goron, a scout, a bard of sorts, a trader, a mage, soldiers... a..." He looks at Idisi and Odigu. "...Thing. But why us, exactly? I kept a watchful eye on my news... there was nothing along these lines. The creatures out there... they might be... I don't know... but I feel like we need to look into this and get out, not hide in a room like a bunch of cow- agh..." Holding his leg, he gives a weak smile to the others, before hobbling over to the wall.

OOC: MC Name : crayfishchris Time Zone : EST RP: Name : Robard Semphrey Race, Subrace (If applicable) : Northerner Age : 38 Proficient Weapon : Morningstar Previous military experience :2 private organizations and 2 national militaries

OOC Minecraft Name: crayfishchris Skype (optional): You have it. Time zone: EST Have you ever been banned? If so, why? Nope! ~~Roleplay~~ Name: Robard Semphrey Age: 38 Race: Human Gender: Male Profession: Guarding Choose a class -Citizenship:

Cratominique Cra gives a small nod and smile to Reia as she tends to his wound, and moves slightly, putting his back up against the wall once more. What a freaking day. I've never seen any folks like these. Some seem a bit... introverted. He shifts his gaze to Gorrum, who seems to have fallen fast asleep. And some... He looks towards Reia. Some are beyond powerful. They're as skilled as any bounty hunter, perhaps more so. The sudden shout makes Cra jump, and he looks towards the outside. "Thank the heavens... that man was a menace..." he says, and when silence pervades for a while longer, he begins to speak. "I'm Cratominique Davonte... a bit of a mouthful, so just call me Cra, I guess. I'm a trader from Corellia. My ship was bound for Coruscant when we got attacked by these beasts... I saw one of my crew go down, and another get sucked away into space. I... I didn't... I didn't see the last one die, nor the second. I'm just hoping they survived... and ended up here, like us. "Though I doubt you all made any sense of what I just said. None of you look like you're from Known Space... and you don't... feel, right. Heh... that doesn't make much sense in itself, really. Anyway... I can shoot a blaster and talk... we're probably going to need it."

Cratominique "I'll be... alright," says Cra, but he accepts the sweat shirt as a bandage. He is pale, looking out towards the battle weakly. "You best... get out there... I'll... I'll try and help..." Cra looks up to Gorrum when he finishes, a frown crossing his face. "Strange... you don't look like anyone I've... ever encountered... none of these folks do... did your ships crash too?"

((For some reason… Yulnii and Kris are never around at the same time… strange, isn't it?))

Kristian shall be spending his time at his summer home, enjoying himself!

~The following letters are posted at the office of the High Justiciar, the Guard house, the Barracks, and the main message board of the Conclave. Strangely, one is left in Lenniel as well. They are accompanied by a red wax seal in the shape of a claw, the mark of the family von Craw.~ To whomever it may concern, As of this point, I have decided that I must retire from my position of Arbiter and my position in the guard force of the Conclave of Malin. The reasons for my departure are not selfish, no, they are for the betterment of the rest of this nation and my family. I have lost much in these last few years. My health, my friends, I have even watched my own family splinter and fall apart. It is too much, too much. I cannot take this false sense of responsibility when my own blood needs taking care of. I've found many things over the past few years, and they have done no good to my sanity. I live in this world, wondering if I am truly awake, if this nightmare of a world is real or not. It consumes me entirely. I watch my actions change in the blink of an eye. I watch as I hurt people who I had been previously privileged to call ally, acquaintance... friend. I watch as my anger pulls so many apart. I watch as this conflict between the Elven peoples reaches the breaking point, the point of no return. I wither away even more every day. I am unsure of how long I truly will last in these conditions. It is because of this I must spend time with my daughters and son. I must make them good people, people who we should all strive to be. A type of person I was not. People of the Elven nations. I call to you now. Stop spilling blood over menial arguments! Stop this at once! Your people have lost too much already. Equality was achieved. Order, accomplished. Two nations with like-minded goals have been created. Stop this at once! Do not do it for me, or your leaders, do it for the children that watch you. The children who have to realize their father or mother will not come back from war. The children who will be forever tainted in a world already so dark. And with that, I leave you all. Best of luck, and may the Mali'lumi ethic brighten your lives. -Ex-Arbiter Kristian von Craw, the Mali'llir.

Welcome to LoTC (Er... sorta? :P)! I look forward to some good times with ya!

Poor Odigu... oh my XD. We're all going nuts on him.