Suicidium

https://youtu.be/7B--AiVaFJE Somewhere within the Elysian Westlands.. “ Perhaps these misty woods will shimmer brightly one day” A burnished figure trawled through sludge and soil, making his way through a land which never thrived, a fitting monument to a tomb of despair for an entire people. At Starlight, he unhinged a mottled cloak and flung it into the swamps. It bore his house colors, but it mattered little in his destination. The only visiting figure in a postage-sized community situated on the tip of the North Elysian hinterlands, he was met kindly by his brethren. A lone homestead boasted all the conveniences of a rural community, only contrasted by the vibrant colors that its people wore. Invited to a meal to a house built of stone and timber, the figure ventured to a nearby stream, washing his hands and forearms with great care. He let the water run out of his hands and onto his arms, allowing remaining droplets to drop languorously from the elbows as if they were sins escaping the body. Inside, the room and warm and the orange flame in the mouth of the stove looked homey. The figure pulled out a chair and sat with the others, rolling back his sleeves as an aromatic smell filled the room with spices. “ Why spices? It should be beyond your means” “ It’s rare to have visitors.” “ You were a Ranger serving under a Head Ranger, and now a retiree operating the only schooner in these parts, Verily, you do not have visitors regularly?” “ It’s been always this way, it is why many Leutz travels, to the same destination as you are” The figure drew quiet, excusing himself early from the dinner and heading to his room. A quick glance back showed a tranquil, pleasant scene. Large shadows cast by the lantern light in the middle of the table amidst the mild chatter between children and adults articulated meticulously of the bonds that the family shared. It was strange, to the figure’s senses, to witness humans so amicably and fruitfully focus on their cause of mild chatter with such simple joy within their lives. It was as though all men had perfectly uniform ideas and all of it was understood. As for jealousy or personal ambition, it simply didn’t exist on the same trail that might lead to death or glory. The figure reached for a beautiful leather bound journal with both its front and back decorated with elegantly embossed floral circles and the book itself was stitched with a leather string which provided a unique parallel design down its spine. It was a parting memento from his mother, a gesture towards his scholarly affinity. When morning came, the figure made his way to the window, paying heed to the rising sun against the moody horizon. A small black bird, blue-crested and with a purple tip on its head and a flaming red tail, flew to a fluttering halt by the windowsill. It exchanged a curious glance with the figure and sooner departed...and so did the figure, boarding a rickety schooner that fit better in a museum than on the seas. Looking back, the homestead couldn’t be called a village, or a hamlet, or even a wide spot amongst the marshes. It was indeed, no more than a thatch of timber and stone huts on stilts on the coastal front, with a dilapidated pier that stuck out like a sore thumb. It's the only marker of grace, Elysian colors which flew proudly on a wooden pole hung precariously at the end of the pier. Clandestine summons to old, veteran soldiers. Reflection is the lamp of the heart. If it departs, the heart will have no light.

Eugeo de Astrea forwards his earnest appreciation to the latest promotions, impressed by their work.

I want 15 BTC in exchange for the hacked discord accounts

Eugeo de Astrea was vigilant has his own vision contorts with a pang of melancholy as he scans through his letter, pensive as he silently sobbed and relinquishes the memories he shared with the Buckfort across the centuries. She marked her legacy with certainty, and will live on through her children....he hoped.

200k minas for the ectoplasm cake? pls? @ImStuckInHell

On the shelves on heroes, both of history and myths, that stood in the Duke's personal library. Eugeo assuredly placed a portrait copy of Butter proudly on its own. "A respected servant of the people, both of its own kind and its host nation."

Eugeo's tummy rumbles hard for SHAWARMA

Tragedy. It was a devastating strike when the news reached Eugeo, filled with grief and disbelief, he had shut himself in his office for weeks. He missed Absolon, utterly so, his very own brother, and now, it was as if his own heart was missing its pieces. They will be united one day, Eugeo steeled and hoped..

Highly excited with seeing the potential of this. +1

Another Wrymstalker raises a brow. " Vane is a friend since we were both youths, and he agreed to this gift. We have fought Azdrazi together for the entire bout of Almaris since they attacked our hunt for the wyvern. The scorches from a blade blessed with Xan will be mighty in the hands of a warrior king. " The displeased Wrymstalker remarked to the tavern of rumours.

A simple letter was delivered by courier to Rosemary. "To Rosemary Gendik, the loss of your companion is an unfortunate affair, and its a heartfelt gesture of solidarity to dispatch my own funds as well to aid in the search. Providing a further 125 minas to the cause, let us hope that a bounty of 200 minas may be enough to seek out information on this senseless brutality." - Eugeo.

DECLARATION OF NEUTRALITY 3rd of the First Seed, Year 55 of the Second Age A short, simple missive to the people of Elysium and all others who may concern. The people of Elysium continue to abide by the precedent of armed neutrality during these times of conflict, to ensure our safety, prosperity, and our rights unhindered. We attest that we have not heard of the Ithican group since the former days as Norlandic vassals and are therefore not harbouring them in our walls. The sovereignty of Elysium closely holds Xannic beliefs and thus shall not engage in conflict that does not directly hinder or harm the innocents of the realm in a creed revolving descendant conflict with de jure rationale. Our diplomatic envoys have worked tirelessly to ensure alliances with all parties in this conflict and will continue to ensure peaceful relations for all of our people. May honour be brought to the combatants’ banners, may they be swiftly and safely returned to their homes, and victory bring times of peace and recovery for all. Signed, Eugeo de Astrea, Duke of Elysium Aylin Reede de Astrea, Heir Apparent

Eugeo de Astrea maintained his duty, toiling in his office as he dipped his quill into his ink as he continues onwards, determined to see to the successes of the fledging community.

Do well, Neo.

Eugeo de Astrea pauses in his usual routine, peering over to the poster as he hummed and nodded in turn. Stopping by the bank, he shall make his way to Blodyn Blooms within the Elysium Markets, keen on commissioning the fledging florists!

Eugeo de Astrea scanned through the flyer, thoroughly impressed as he strides towards the bustling Elysian markets almost immediately. "Sylvari is a lovely, kindred being, and I am keen on supporting her endeavours, best I can" He echoes.

From the Ducal Office of the Free City of Elysium Your stated skills are noted, Rose, and you are hereby invited to Elysium to be interviewed by my person to serve my family and court. The Astrean Palace has been in temporal neglect and it is my purpose to revitalize and spruce it up, and I can ensure good compensation for your services. Best regards, Duke Eugeo de Astrea

"My niece, Anya De Astrea is the best" Signed Eugeo de Astrea PS: Visit home soon!

+1 support good lore

Eugeo de Astrea snorts frost salts with his friends after the game in jubilance of the Foxes win. @ScarletFrisket @Northtitan @AnonymousAlexa @TwiSama @rukio @Muppet_queen @MrIronThing

Might be following precedence as Paladinism and Druidism is adverse/weakened to Void Magic as well.

Eugeo de Astrea lets out a thunderous roar as the Foxes come out victorious in their games, slapping high-fives all round to in the White Bear Sports Bar. @SpaceOddityas he then gatecrashes into the Vanari house @Arashiha @MrIronThing @Amethyst_Starryto throw his winnings for the day! " Who says gambling doesn't pay!"

Eugeo de Astrea joins the rest of the team in celebrating in utter jubilance with their Head Coach, @capporafter an exhilarating game! He buys a round of drinks for everyone, ensuring @MrIronThing and definitely not Rustler Boss @AnonymousAlexafoxy appeals are well rewarded.