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Leniandir would spot one of the notices as she travelled, a large something bundled very carefully in a sack upon her back wriggling every now and then. "Eh, wha's this? HA," She pulled the note down, tearing the corner slightly. "Would yah look a' tha' Deacon?" She showed it to her ceramic golem assistant. "Eh doesn' know how teh fin' ah teacher. Maybeh they're too nervous teh ask fer themselves, aye?" She laughed alone to herself, the emotionless construct having little reaction, though it nodded. Leniandir set the wriggling sack down very gently, and penned a response. Though it couldn't possibly be known, whether or not the original writer would ever pass by the exact notice board upon which the young Ker would respond, she pinned it to the bottom of the note regardless. "To the youngling who seeks a teacher, I would like to offer some advice. Most, if not all, teachers of the alchemical arts who value the quality of their craft will rarely seek out the student by their own will. Dig your heels in lad, and search with your own eyes." Upon finishing it, and tacking it up on the board, with the assistance of deacon she once more donned the wriggling pack upon her back, and began to cadance and jog in time with Deacon, back towards her home.

Passing some, but few, on the roads as she walked, Leniandir heaved as she pulled a carefully packed cart along the long path from the Vale to the once blighted lands of the hollow. There upon the edge, by the hill, while the healing took place, she stood out of the way of the process and slowly chiselled in the final touches to her craft. Before her upon a pedastol stood a granite statue, in size slightly larger than life, done in the likeness of the late Tanila Aureon. Though she did not know this woman, the knowledge of the sacrificial process that took place and the emotional trauma which lingered with that knowledge tickled at the dark elf woman's eyes. Pained, for the suffering of those who knew her, Leniandir worked tirelessly. Until it was complete, there she would be working upon the statue, and until it was safe to enter, there she would stay by the hollow in wait, to install the memorial for the brave druid who put down their life to save the ungrateful, who would never know what had transpired here.

Had sell between Salmon and Tuna, I'm a sushi kinda lady when it comes to fish [swordfish makes the best sushi, but it's incredibly difficult to find if you don't live on the southern coast] but all seafood is godly, so I'm also not picky with it

wOO Now PVPers can't use PVP as a cop out when they aggro my golem! FIGHT MY TWO TON GRANITE WALL LIKE A MAN

Confused, as he read over the missive a few more times, having picked it up from a bin where someone had thrown it away. "Does this mean it can go in, and read from the library yet..?" The sorvian Glothir asked, looking around at its relatively wood elf saturated surroundings. He brought the missive to a young Miven, to ask her his questions. @WestCarolina

Glothir reads the missive over once or twice, tilting his head this way and that as he gauged the responses of those of the Vale around him. Confused, he knew the name of his Nephew, the metal boy Rylanor, and the names of those who spoke against him. His first experience with this conflict within. He held the paper for some time as he watched the others flutter to the ground. He had no reason not to believe the words of his nephew, who had never lied to him before, and was unsure how to gauge his own feelings towards the responses of those who lived in the village he'd sword to protect.. In the midst of the mess of papers, he slowly walked away down the roads.

A father, unaware of the troubles boiling around the home of his once master, now friend.. Circled townships neighboring the Urguan border in search of his precious child. Though should the rumor fall upon his ears, one could only hope that their first meeting since his ascension into a free mind.. Would not be on opposing sides of battle.

I think removing landscars and evicting regions that were sposed to be evicted already would probably help with immersion I flew through a region the other day that had a greeting of "This was supposed to be evicted months ago" or the sort

Also done

Yours is done now too, msg me ur next around for payment Your skin link is broken, you can send it to me on discord if you need to

Both finished, roylan has paid gusano hit me up in game

Yours is finished ov o

Helloooo, I've decided to start up a little something for fun, I'll offer a selection of base jar + pose for you to pick from and then you comment below with what you want, so let's have some fun. These will be Mina based commissions, meaning that I won't rush to complete them, but they'll most certainly get done until I close down this little project. Here are the jars : D EXAMPLES: [this will be updated as I draw more of them] Every commission will cost a blanket 150 Mina These will be based off of Minecraft Skins, to simplify everything. If you decide you want one, please remember to set the Mina aside so that you're able to pay for it once the time comes around for me to draw yours. If you decide that you don't want one anymore, just strikeout or edit your comment please. [ I reserve the right to refuse certain people ] Sidenote: Please no full armor skins, I'm not super great at armor, and just a forewarning I'm not super great at Ologs/Orcs either, but it should work out okay since these are chibis, probably. [Pending Payment] [Queue] Form: Username: The Jar you want: Character's Name: Char's Race: Front & Back images of the skin:

The edit to preserve the Anvil aesthetic has been made