_Gaelic_

Rp Name: Volindil Athri'onn Age: 21 Role Interested In: Scholar Classes Interested in: I believe I am interested in every class that the academy wishes to hold, though my primary interest lay within the Arcane Theory, Magical Creatures, and Evocation classes. As those are what I've seemed to find the most excitement for in my own life. Reason for wanting to join the Academy?: I wish to join the academy for a similar reason to those who have likely already sent in their very own applications. If we are not progressing, we are stagnant, and to be stagnant is to be a failure to yourself and your kin. I wish to continue to progress, and grow myself not only for my own success, but for the success of my people and my family. I wish to one day study and document many subjects of our strange little world, and hold that information for future generations in hopes they can further their own success from my own. Along with this, I am simply excited about the subjects at hand, the Athri'onn family have long since been tied within the arcane arts, and I do not wish to end such a heritage. Hopefully this answer will suffice. OOC - MC Name: _Gaelic_ Discord: Vibes#2009 Time Zone: MST

The Makings of a Loremaster Within the settlement of Celia'nor the call of a tamed beast echoed throughout the tangled pathways of the village, a familiar signal to the oncoming rising of the sun. A rooster, remaining attentive to it's surroundings as it stood, guarding its brood of hens. Each walked gently upon the grass, beady little eyes focused on any morsel they could gobble up. Though this beast had it's eyes on one particular elf, a peculiar man by the name of Volindil, who sat upon the ground just a few feet away, eagerly scribbling within a journal he held with his left hand. His quill, soaked with ink near the end of the plucked feather, traced upon it's parchment canvas the re-creation of the situation sprawled out in front of it. Volindil's lavender orbs occasionally flicked up from his work, only to stare into the lifeless eyes of the creature ahead of him. "Such strange birds.." He murmured to himself, lips curling into a gentle smile. He slowly set his book to his side, digging his hand around a bag at his side before pulling free a handful of varying seeds and grains. "Here eh... big chicken.. here..." He called out through an anxious tone, carefully extending his hand to deliver this beast his offering. The feather adorned creature slowly craned it's head towards the left, taking a single step closer as it's eyes focused in on what could only be described as a feast! "It's for you, buddy. I'm not gonna hurt you I uh.. promise." Volindil murmured, to which the rooster stepped closer once more. The feathers upon it's face shifted as the creature focused on it's upcoming meal, slouching down as it's head darted forward, beak quickly nabbing a single grain within it's maw, before being swallowed down. Soon, the rest of the grain joined the first, the other chickens hurrying over to join in on the feast. "Ahah... wow.." The pale elf offered, lips curling into a wide smile, he had done it! Another creature added to his repertoire, documented and researched for what felt like days now. Just as quickly as the swarm had come, it had devoured all the poor elf had to offer, but seemed to wish for more. The rooster, alpha of the famished pack approached first, held tilted in confusion as the once grain covered hand now simply offered an empty, foodless palm. "Sorry I uh.. That was all I brought I can... I can grab you more though!" He exclaimed, before glancing about with quickly reddening cheeks, a look of embarrassment washing across his face. "Er.. yeah.." He murmured, glancing back towards the rooster once more. The beast did not take this answer lightly, straightening it's posture as it looked the particularly confused elf head on. It's wings slowly stretched towards it's sides, flapping once, then twice, and a third time! The creature's gizzard fluttered from the sheer force of such a movement! "O-Ow, OW! OW OW! STOP!" Then echoed throughout the likely slumbering streets of Celia'nor, a new reminder for it's denizens of the rising sun, and the new day about to begin. OOC NOTES! Hey Fellas. Long time no see! Decided I'd do a bit of creative writing, mainly to flex the ole brain muscles and get back into the rhythm of rp as the skin for my character is created. Didn't really mean for it to be anything serious so, if anyone reads it all the way through, thanks! Happy to stretch my legs again, excited to interact with you all. Cheers.

Good Writing.

Ailis’s lips curled into a deep frown, maroon gaze locked on the small piece of parchment bearing the news. She let the letter fall to the floor, shifting atop her wooden seat. “Damn... eh’t was ah honor ter have worked by yer side.. ol’ friend.. May yer soul rest well eh’n Stargush’stroh. Ah’ll be seeyin’ ye soon enough.” She murmured to herself, giving a shake of her head. “Res’ well...”

+1 for sure, always finding rp here and there are new faces every day.

(RP&MC) Name: Ailis Wir (_Gaelic_) Age: 96 or something Race: Darkie Event (1v1 or Warfare Sim.): Nation/Group: The Sable Principality of Vira’ker

Ailis offered a tilt of her head as another Mali'ker asked of what the settlement was like, replying with a snort as she crossed her arms "Yer ah fool fer bein' even ah wee bi' dou'ful lad, t' place 'as trea'ed me well, ah'm takin' up smithin' again, joined up wit' ah clan, t' o'er Lads n' lasses o' t' place are qui'e nice as well, helpin' eacho'er ou'.. ah've go' ah real sense o' community ah've nae gotten from o'er places.. specially tha' shite town Gladewynn.. plus.. t's yer fellow kin! Come n' live wit' us, ye'd be jus' as happy as t' rest o' us." BIG +1, unless this place becomes inactive..