ThumperJack

“Yikes.” Says a certain druid.

Miklaeil Silma stood out in the midst of a thick wood, fog and darkness surrounding him besides the small campfire before him. A letter sat on the ground beside his tanned and golden form, adorned in green and grey. His eyes stared into the crackling flames alongside a thoughtful frown, his hands clasped against his lips. His mind was filled with the images of days long past, hours spent listening to stories of yore and of beautiful, bright days in a city lost as well. The retired Keeper stayed like this for a long while, until rays of light shone through the canopy above him like gleaming beams of hope.

Is this the real life? Or is it just a fantasy? Caught in a landslide? Dogs or cats? Favorite moment from all your 4 years on the server?

Rothilion smiles the sun’s smile upon remembering the event.

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Goodbye toffee! You’ve always been a wonderful, amazing person to talk to and hang out with on discord and in roleplay, and I hope everything goes well for you. Have a good one ❤️ We all love ya lots

Vosirk, within his home some ways off from his kin, smiled widely at the declaration that found itself at his doorstep. The dwarf hummed softly under his breath as he lifted up the sheet with old and familiar orange and grey, “Narvak oz Urguan.”

Rothilion smiled widely at the envelope on his desk, opening it up as he cast a glance upstairs to where his closet was, “What to wear..”

Rothilion silently assisted Velatha in the grim afterwork of the ordeal, his brows set in a tight knot upon his paler than usual face. The Fennic doctor occasionally glanced toward the blue E/R hallway where the commander had laid, his expression becoming only darker for it.

Jedi or Sith? Am I best student? What do ya think of LOTC right now? Community, state of RP, quality of RP, etc etc. What do ya think needs to be done to fix it?

Awesome stuff! The build looks gorgeous!

The Leopard Druid hummed as he rubbed his chin in thought, considering the idea of visiting the competition!

Very nice work! +1

Miklaeil rubbed at the deep scar that was left by the black spike as he sat in his home. The efforts of his lover and daughter to see him healed were successful, despite his own unwillingness to remain resting in the clinic. The area still ached from time to time, usually when he reached up too high or at an odd angle. But he was alive and able to fight another day- So he was content with that. With the threat extinguished and his body mostly back to working order, it was time he set his focus back upon one of his saviors. For a Lord needed his Lady, and the Lord Silma had tarried in this long enough, “Mm.. I’ll need to ask Illynora for help with a wedding- Ow! And blissfoil, damn it all..”

Vosirk Grandaxe grunted as he read the notice, “Why ah outta give dat fockeh some arse shrooms for dis!” Though something made him change his mind, likely his wife, for he grunts once more, “Okeh.. stern talkin’ tuh.”

The Leopard Druid stood upon the rocky cliffside of his isle home, staring out in the direction of his past and long-time home. He had seldom visited the Loftywoods and the city of Caras Eldar nestled within in the recent years, for he had no particular wish for the nostalgia that such visits brought. Quiet days where he and Aravae would sit before the square’s fountain, Virarim practices filled with the clanging of bronze and the twang of bowstrings, and the smell of an angry red-headed mali’ame. However, when news of the false god’s approach upon Caras Eldar reached Miklaeil Silma, he knew instantly what he would do. As his eyes narrowed in the same direction of his old home, he spoke in a quiet tone, “One last time.”

Miklaeil stood upon one of the rocky cliffs that bordered the Isle of Mists, staring out at the ocean as dark clouds indicating a passing storm began to roll in. As his light green gaze shifted to the blue waves, his thoughts turned to his friend in Sutica. While he would never openly admit such, he was very glad to still call her that. For good friends were treasure to him, even if his carefree demeanor might say otherwise. As wind crept in and light rain began to fall, the Keeper of the Silma turned and went to move inside with a small smile tugging at one corner of his lips. ((Good read!

The Leopard stood upon the same soil as the Lady Sylvaeri, though in another spot along the isle that he could stare off at Atlas in quiet vigil. It had become a common practice of his to simply sit along the cliffs and dangle his feet from the branchs of trees as he observed the coastline of the war-torn mainland, waiting patiently for any sign for conflicts to pass. However, no such sign appeared nor did it seem one would ever come to pass. Miklaeil Silma’s mind drifted off to the small mali’ame woman, kind and loving. The little discussions about seedly and worldly affairs in Caras Eldar, her assistance with his beloved’s health. He would miss Awaiti. “Ahernal ito, sister.”

Miklaeil Silma strode into town some time after the supposed ‘merry band’ had come through. The Keeper’s constant smile faltered immediately upon hearing of what had happened, even further upon hearing who had done it. Later, he would return home to fall upon his couch with his rear and lean forward upon his knees to stare into the flames of his fireplace, “So far we have fallen.”

The Iron Druid scratched at his cheek in thought for a moment, shrugging, “Coul’ get some othehs togetheh ta’ unattune ‘im. ‘e does nae deserve ta’ die wit’ ‘is gifts.”

Ierven Camoryn rolled around in his grave. Miklaeil let loose another long sigh at the second reading of his day, once more nearly breaking into monologue and fierce letter writing before simply shaking his head, “... I need coffee.”

Miklaeil let of a long and drawn out sigh as he read, one hand lifting up to rub his eyebrows with a thumb and index finger, “Oh wonderful..” His lips parted as if to break into a monologue of unpleasant speech mixed with huffed noises of annoyance, though he stopped himself and simply pinched the bridge of his nose, “Just a little longer, Mik... just a little longer.”

Just a classic full beard. Not too big, not too small Pumpkin Not bad! The most nostalgic moment from LoTC for me would have to be way back in the Fringe when I played Norik Grandaxe, and @Fimlin took me and a couple others out to do our Grandaxe trials. I was such a noob to the server then and had no idea what was going on outside of my own little bubble of RP. If I could go back to that time and mindset, I would. I am ThumperJack the BumperJack Because beans, obviously Beans Nope. She's just married to one ? Definitely. She didn't get in as much trouble as Dhaunae did, or get banned as much : > I honestly regret PKing him all the time, and would love to have him back if I could I might come back to it if I get time. I've got the skins for it ? Nope Yep. Elleanora was p freaked out Also yep. I was p freaked out Because I can't be arsed to try anything else on this server You're chill dude sometimes, others you're jumping off the walls. Not a bad guy though ? Sometimes, if I just looked up dwarven words it happens lmao

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((Very good read!