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Carsandra, burdened and angered by her lover choosing another over her, by her best friends betrayal, leaves a note to three people. After sending the notes, she packs her stuff from Holm, Sutica, and other locations and leaves, heading off into the Wilderness. First letter, to Quavinir Twiceborn Second letter, to her student, Axel Swale, Serphin, still at a loss to do with her life, remains with the Elves in The Dominion. Homeless and begging for food and mina's. She as no family or friends to send a letter to. Fedlema, wandering The Mother Grove, remains there with the Druids in order to help with whatever minor tasks they may have. She sends a letter to her Guide, the Short ArchDruid. Alanna, not having seen her Ascended teacher in many months, gives up the idea of being an Ascended. She mills around in Sutica, homeless. OOC: Leaving this post to explain why my characters vanished.

((Just to let you know, Halsworthy is controlled by a Cannonist Barony, so it would affect Rentus-Marna too))

https://i.pinimg.com/236x/93/40/57/934057dc5ca29b283ca607766e0cba1f--golem-the-stone.jpg The rays of the sun were setting on The Dominion square, Carsandra Ivydale stood with her friend, and his son. A golem and a dwarf stood too, the dwarf holding a bluesteel pickaxe. Suddenly, the golem lifted his foot, kicking the son square in the chest, and then bringing his foot back to stomp the son. Her friend, his Dad, stopped the golem, to which the golem simply picked him up and started punching the Dad in the face. “FACE YE MAKER, GOLEM.” The dwarf yelled, taking his warhammer and driving it into the golem’s left shoulder. A shattering sound happened, and the golem finally swung the Dad at her, toppling them before over. The King arrived on the scene, carrying his own warhammer, when the medic carted off the Dad and the son, and Carsandra slipped away from the fight, not before bandaging her bruised ribs. https://carolsnotebook.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/ElfenTanz.jpg The cool night air kissed Carsandra’s bandaged arms, chest, and right leg as she stood with the many others around the campfire. She scanned the surrounding faces, most of them unfamiliar to her. The Druid Oracle stood by her, next to him a blindfolded Dark Elf Druid, and to her right was an unfamiliar Elf. The leader of the drum circle, a pale Wood Elf female, raised her hands, shouting. “Many eons ago, there was a man who hunted carelessly. He caused great pain to the animals he killed. In their fury, the Aspects cursed him to forever be trapped in the form of a Wolf, and whenever he died, his soul would be brought back to a tree, for him to revive. In his anger, he started attacking the Wood Elves, and they prayed to The Aspects for help. The Horned God came down, and spoke to the Elves. He told them to play drums and dance for the entire night, to drive the beast away. One winter night, the beast came, and they played their drums and sang all night. That’s when the Horned Lord appeared as a glowing white stag, which pierced the heart of the beast.” Two figures emerged from the sidelines, one dressed as a beast, the other as the Horned Lord. The leader of the circle brought her hands down, drumming a fierce beat. The rest of the circle followed, and she drummed along, a bit softer since of her wounds. The dressed figures began to dance, while the leader of the song chanted elven words. The ‘Horned Lord’ lowered the ‘horns’, charging at the ‘beast’, which gave a fake cry, then collapsed on the ground, pretending to be dead. “Now the bow judging contest will begin!” The leader shouted, ending the drumming and the dance. Many folk lined up, handing their bows to the circle leader, who inspected them each with a squint. Many moments passed, before she finally held up a bow, “The Archdruid of the Mother Grove wins! She gets 500 mina!” Clapping, then The Oracle spoke “Archery contest begins!” A small line formed, to which a sudden whisper interrupted her, “Hey Carsandra.” She whipped around, startled. “Yeu’s Sake”, she started at the orange haired, armored man. “Carrot, you scared me.” She gently teased. “Qauv’s wife.” He narrowed his eyes, he wasn’t joking. She fell into silence for a moment, her voice, when she did speak, sounded annoyed. “He’s not my husband, he’s already taken.” “Uhuh.” He smirked. “He’s my relative, so you’re suggesting I sleep with family.” She did not look amused. “O-oh...sorry, I didn’t know~” He batted his eyes, to which she looked at him stone faced. “I don’t talk to people who suggest such foul things.” She whipped around, stalking off, ignoring his plead of apology. She sat on an empty seat, near the High Prince, where she was watching with half-interest as the constants aimed to be the best archer. Finally, after the last contestant had gone, The Oracle turned toward the gathering. “And the winner is The Lord Imperator! A prize of 1,000 mina and the Crown of Amaethon!” Cheers and clapping followed. Then the Oracle raised his hand. “Circle Leader, step forth.” The Circle Leader shuffled forth, looking confused. To which The Oracle handed her a bead, “Here take this, and…” He gave a pause, “I want you to be in my family.” “REALLY?!” The Circle Leader squee’d, then coughed, adjusting her voice back to normal, “I mean, really?” “Yes, really. You’ve shown true dedication to the Old Rites.” He gave a rare smile, to which she happily grinned, bouncing off. Carsandra stood in the backround the entire time, then she headed to look at the flames. Soon, the crowd returned to The Dominion, where she too, wandered back to the city square.

Really the only items their are: September’s Bond [Golden Nugget] (All) {1}: The signed name is bound to the September Prince, for as long as he wills it. You cannot unattune others, and you cannot be unattuned. You may travel without regard for range limitations from natural objects or structures, or due to the unnatural quality of where you are travelling to. You cannot act to harm the September Prince, or his interests. This bond can be broken, but only through secrets. Wisdom of the Ages [Golden Ingot] (Druid) {8}: For every two elven years since your initial attunement, gain one rank in all druidic magics you are already rank five in. Additionally, you may now drive passive animals to violence. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. Break the Cities [Rose Red] (Druid) {10}: Your blight healing damages processed wood, stone, and metal, at a rate ten percent that of normal, in a radius of thirty meters. Herbs enhanced through your herblore, when consumed by a non-druid magic user, causes powerful nausea, reducing the rank of their magics by one for twenty-four hours. This effect does not stack. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. Gracious Prince, Make Aegis Whole [Lapis Lazuli] (Druid) {11}: When you roll to create a soul tree, increase your roll with a modifier of +30. Soul trees made in this fashion permanently destroy the body used for Awakening, have autumnal colors, and produce sap which can be used for Thulean Druidism, with properties as blood. This sap is also present in the Tree Lord. Mushroom Lord [Bonemeal] (Tree Lord) {12}: Your Soul Tree transforms into a mushroom of comparable size, and your Tree Lord body is now composed of chitin. You become fond of decaying landscapes, and rot. You may disperse spores, with stats as a spriggan. This items works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. Freygoth’s Plot [White Tulip] (Shaman) {5}: When your shaman powers cause damage to passive animals or plants, or natural inorganic features, over the next twenty-four krug’s hours, they will be healed back to their normal status. Freygoth has vision through your eyes. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. Sprite of Decay [Redstone] (Sprite) {8}: Your coloration shifts to brown, green, and purple. You gain the ability to cast tier one communion and control, or, if targeting fungus, tier two. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. Life and Death and Love and Birth [Clock] (Sprite) {5}: If you are slain, and your killer is themselves slain within the next twenty-four elven hours, a flower will sprout from their corpse. It will blossom after ten elven minutes, and you will be reborn from it. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. Fertilize [Oak Sapling] (Dryad) {3}: You may water your tree with the blood of a slain descendant to gain 15% of their strength, agility, and constitution for twenty-four elven hours. Your skin takes on a reddish hue. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. Fight My Love [Dirt] (Dryad) {8}: You gain one rank of communion and control within two-hundred meters of your tree. Your tree is immune to non-magical fire damage, and can attack others autonomously, as rank five communion and control, for only the tree itself. This item works for the signed name, so long as September wills it. Audience With September [N/A] (All) {7}: Speak to the September Prince.

Carsandra Ivydale stood in the peaks of The Dominion. Her arms and right leg bandaged tightly, soaked with herbs and a healing potion. In her hand clutches the letter of his passing, through her gaze was solum, she simply stared.

Carsandra is handed the flyer by one of the Preist's, she reads it, nodding, then pockets it. "Seems interesting."

Carsandra checks her work times, then nods. "I can make it, aye."

https://images-cdn.fantasyflightgames.com/filer_public/c1/6f/c16fe059-49af-47b8-a79c-14138c3c0aaa/prm106_preview.jpg The streets of Holm were filled with people, milling about and chatting. They were surprised when a big rumbling sound could be heard.. Up sprung forth the armies of the undead. Jaws opened in a silent scream, they charged to the mortals to feast on their lifeforce. The hunger in their eyes, their soulless corpses shuffling forth, with not a sound escaping from their lips. Carsandra quickly put on her half-plate armor, grabbing her sword, and she fought with the rest of the party involved. The thrill of battle and the adrenaline kept her going, countless undead bodies piled around. Some fell into the lava below, not even screams uttered from their corpses as they burned alive. Some fell into the water, drowning quickly as none of the undead could swim. For what seemed like hours, but was only thirty elven minutes, the party quickly swarmed the throes of the undead. There was a pause, and the Holm forces retreated back into the city. Then a pale figure suddenly appeared behind the party, with lots of minions behind him. He surprised us, but then was chased around, his skeleton figure was cut down amidst the fighting forces. Carsandra knelt, tending to the wounded, and then making her way to the fallen Liches corpse, picked up a pulsating purple crystal, along with a blond haired, blond eyed High Elf. A cry of alarm sounded from the gates, and she rushed over… https://img00.deviantart.net/cdd8/i/2015/228/c/6/undead_giant_by_mac_tire-d95vn8e.jpg Two giants, rose from the ground, the ground splitting before them, as they crawled out from the earth, showers of dust and dirt fell, before mighty roars wailed over the area. By this point, some Cannonists had arrived, and were present when the two giants rose. Before the party could even move forth, a sudden wave of undead caused the party to be pushed back, and Carsandra felt her wounds stinging as she plowed through, roaring her battle cry. In the midst of the fighting, she healed a Fenn soilder, and then she turned, seeing her own student fall to the forces! “AXEL!” She roared, grabbing her tringe kit as the defenders slowly pushed back against the undead forces at the gates. She reached him, healing him with herbs quickly, bandaging him as finally, the last wave of undead ceased. He sat up, groggy, “I’m fine.” He pushed her away, grabbing his sword again and heading to the Medic Bay. She grabbed her sword once more, heading out from the gate where she saw surprisingly few people battling the giants. The rest had to retreat because of their wounds, so she charged forth, sword gripped tightly in her hand where she slashed the giant in the chest. He faced her, giving a mighty roar before his hand raised, where she backpedaled, missing his strike. By pure luck, she missed the rest of his strikes, buying the rest of the defenders time to swarm the giant, stabbing his ankles until he fell, where she retreated, looking down from the rocky outcrop, panting, as they took care of the second giant. They all retreated to the city, nursing their wounds. Suddenly a Greater Lich entered the city, with no more hordes, he charged in himself. He made a beeline right for the Dancing Igor, were most of the wounded where. He bust down the doors, crashing through the fence and trying to kill the wounded. Instantly many of the forces pile-dogged him, including Axel. Their swords flashed, and the table the Greater Lich scrambled onto try to escape upstairs fell, crashing below his massive weight as he died. A blond haired human man ripped off his ganulet, while others reached for the crystals. Undead bodies lay in a heap outside the gates of Holm, the Inn doors broken, the Inn itself a mess. She took off her armor, checking her wounds. Her head had suffered no damage, her torso was only covered in a few cuts, her right arm suffered the worst damage, while her left arm was bleeding heavily, her right leg also was suffering the worst damage, while her left leg was bleeding heavily. She limped on her better left leg to the Clinic, dressing her wounds while the victors cheered outside.

Since the sacking of Haense by the Reiter group, Alanna had long fled the city. Since she left the city, she remained mostly in Cloud Temple, wearing the noble outfit she had bought for herself. Now stained, torn, and muddy, she knew she would have to change in order to more successfully hide. She bought a much lesser garment, a merchant’s outfit, and changed into that. For three years, she traveled back and forth, from the Cloud Temple, to Holm. She was seeking one group, The Ascended. She had no luck however, so finally in defeat, she wrote to other groups seeking admittance. For three months she waited, before finally getting a letter of acceptance from The Remembrance Guild. Then, she sought out the Monks. She was wandering around Cloud Temple when a Monk approached her. Clad in typical Monk gown. “Are you alright?” The Monk peered at her, a worried frown on her face. “Oh!” She gave a smile, “I signed up to be in the Wildvan Order, and I’ve been looking for some Monks?” Instantly the woman’s eyes brightened “That’s great! I’ll have to let the higher-up’s know. There’s currently not a lot of Monks...especially higher Monks.” She sighs, “But soon enough, one of them will send you a letter asking for an interview.” “That’s fine, I can wait.” She dipped her head. “Perfect! Anything else you need?” “That will be all.” The Monk nodded, paddling off. ------------------------ A week later, she entered The Dominion, walking around and asking different people were an Ascended was. Suddenly, a cheerful woman’s voice interrupted her searchings “YOOOHOOO.” Her Half-Elven ears twitched, she looked at the white robed lady wearing glass, who was waving at her. “You wanted an Ascended?” “I don’t mean to be rude, but I was looking for a teacher? You see, Dael’ran taught me a little bit about the Ascended, then after he died, I was directed to Holm. I overheard the basics on The Order as a whole.” “Do you know the rules?” She asked. “I don’t..I only know the bare basics, my apologizes.” She nods, prattling off the rules while Alanna took careful notes. Then she took a breath. “Our most recent history starts with Belestram, he was the ex-Prince here. He spread lies about the Order and caused a great spilt. He’s our Master Sage’s son, flesh and blood. Well..was, his betrayal hurt our Order a lot, including him. Any other questions?” She shook her head, “Not unless you have anything else?” “Actually, homework! Find three Ascended, Elvria, Blundermore, and Rav. Ask them why they became Ascended, and what they do for the Order. Elvria will be found through the older Ascended, Blundermore is only via letters, and Rav is around the Dominion, bright red hair.” She nodded, standing with her new teacher. “See you!” --------------------- She wrote back to the other orders, writing simply ‘Application withdrawn’. She then paused, one of the rules nagging in the back of her mind, ‘One must abandoned titles of nobility and statuses of fame’. She shoved it aside, assuring herself that since her parents were dead, that there was no nobility left. She sat in one of the hale bays, the uncomfortable hay itching her butt. She laid back, sighing as the Elves around the Dominion milled around. She rubbed her nose, the weight of her choice on her shoulders.

Serphin Odessa Visaj, sat sleeping in the square of the Dominion, as she been homeless for quite some years now. Her eyes open as she hears from the whispers of the other High Elves that one of her family had returned. A faint smile tugged her lips, the ex-Dedicant snuggled deeper into the homeless garb. "Ha."

OOC: I'd def RP with you when I have the time!

Carsandra receives the notice, she smiles, filling out an application. Name: Carsandra Ivydale Age: 100 Current magics if any?: Aqaumancy, Telekinesis, and Yeuism Do you have any experience in teaching?: Yes, I've been teaching Medical Practice In Combat for around twenty years, as well as Basic Herbology, and Intro Voidal Lessons. Former leadership positions: General Medic under Lord Azoth Hawksong, and Manager at Beletiz tavern.

I like.

-The application was withdrawn-

Alanna Silverblade is handed the poster. She reads it, and stuffs it in her pocket for later use.

Initiate Application MC name: firegirl7892467 Character Name: Alanna Silverblade Discord (Optional): You know it. Race: Half-Elf Age: Sixteen Do you know any magic currently?: No, I'm forbidden to. Which subject do you plan to learn?: Either Defense Against the Dark Arts, or Alchemy Do you swear to abide by the rules of the academy?: Yes.

A Red Cloak member, depicted in a Fool's costume, holds a sword, ready to slay a pleading Wood Elf. Be warned! The road betwixt Halen'oor and leading into Holm, and Rentus-Marna is being guarded by the Red Cloaks. This organization nine months ago tried and failed to attack The Dominion during a wedding, however they were repelled by the forces of the Virriam. Salty from their loss, they have taken to patrolling the Whispering Crossroads, slaying any Elf that dares trespass along the road. Those that are Elven Kin, do not travel to Halen'oor, Rentus-Marna, Holm, or Stangia for the time being. As of right now, the body count is seven, for those slain, and the number will climb higher over the coming year. For those that are unfamiliar with the outfit/group: -Commonly wear red armor or 'cloaks'. These have a hood on them and a shawl to hide their ugly faces. -They commonly do not wear the Cannonist cross on their outfit, though they have claimed many times they work in the 'best interest' for the Church. -They do recruit Elves, however they have to prove themselves loyal by killing an Elf, and clipping their ears. -They even kill Cannonist Elves, who worship GOD. They have entered the town of Beltiviz many times to drag an Elf out and burn them. They do not care if your Cannonist or not. -Often travel in groups of 10+ in order to quickly surround and capture Elves. Escape is impossible, and fleeing is the only choice. (PVP default) One Wood Elf females, feet burned from the hot coals below her, beaten and battered, awaits being roasted alive. Circa 3rd of Grand Harvest, 1674.

She was in The Dominion on a perfectly normal day. The sun shone brightly, the birds chirped. A few citizens milled around the square, chatting. She saw her Ascended friend chatting in the Clinic, and she sat down on the bench. The loss of her lover weighing heavily on her shoulders, and she still felt the pain from the loss. A bird flew overhead, dropping her a letter. Her eyes widened, tears sprinkled her eyes, she grabbed her soulstone and left, where she ran to a location, she pulled her sword out, at the ready for a trap. Nin’s gift held tight in her hand, she looked around, tears down her cheeks. She took a step forward, then she felt a giant weight on her head, of somebody swung an object to her skull, and then blackness. Her head throbbed, she woke up in a cave with an unknown figure above her. She was blindfolded, and could not see. She could hear a campfire, and the figure on her awakening shuffled to the fire, grabbed something. She tried to get up, but the figure made a ‘husssh’ noise, and quickly shuffled over and stuffed a herb under her nose. She felt groggy, and tired again. She laid down and soon fell asleep. She was standing on an island, a giant tree overhead. The massive tree was unlike any other tree, as it shone and sparkled. Underneath the tree rested Nin, leaning against the massive trunk. When he saw her, his face was a calm smile, and he gave a wave. Instantly, she launched herself over and tackled him, planting kisses on his cheek. He laughed, envolving her in a tight hug. “Why...would She?” “I guess it was my time to go.” He said softly. She sobbed, grief wrenching her heart “It was enough to hear that you died, to try to drink to take the pain away, and I see you again..in where?” “This is not an ordinary realm, it’s not a realm at all.” “Why would She torment me like this..? To bring me to you, only to ****** you away again?” “I’ll be watching over you,” his smile never faded, he seemed blissfully happy. “I’ll be in Aeriel’s Realm, it’s like this realm, death is just a stepping stone for me.” “And I’ll go to Yeu’s Realm..and I’ll never see you again.” “No, we’ll see each other in the soulstream, that I can promise.” She closed her pained eyes, then opened them. Tears running down her face, “Can you..please tell Aeriel something, when you go?” “Anything.” “Tell Her, that above all else, when Qauv passes, I want him to live a good afterlife. I know he can’t...but even if there’s a slim chance his soul ends up in the Soulstream, I want him to be in a happy afterlife.” “I’ll tell Her.” He nodded his head, still smiling, “You look pretty...how long has it been since I died?” “Two weeks..” “And how are you doing?” “There’s a war coming...and the September Prince.” He leaned forward, kissing her nose, “Promise me you’ll stay safe.” “I’ll try.” “I’ll be watching over you to make sure.” He promised. Then, a single tear went down his cheek, the clouds brightened above where he stood, he hugged her tighter. “She’s calling for me.” Her chest broke into sobs, pain lacing her heart. “I love you, so much..” “I love you too, more than you can image…” The clouds brightened, and Nin turned into embers, which drifted up into the skies. ----------- She woke several hours later with the smell of burning herbs in nose. She sat up, the blindfold was off, and she saw she was in a cave. The campfire and the figure where long gone, and she touched her wet cheek, course with salty tears.

The chilly morning air and snow settled over Beltiviz. The bleak morning sun rose steadily over the amass of strange snow clouds, as the frosty wind blew through the windows. It was an Elven day after the coup, and those who had participated in the battle were resting easy after a well fought battle. Finally, some townsfolk began to mingle outside, dressed in their thickest, warmest clothes. A guard stepped outside, rubbing their hands together, teeth chattering, as they made their way to the Old Oaks tavern for some much needed warmth and drinks. Inside the Old Oaks tavern lay a scene of carnage. The counter had been split in half by a bastard sword, which was buried deep inside the wood. The two chairs had been kicked or knocked aside, clattered to the floor like paper. The flag inside the tavern had been ripped, torn down, and shreds of the cloth hung from the pieces. The liquor casks had been busted open when somebody was thrown against them, and ale pooled from the empty husks. Scraps of Carsandra’s outfit was near the chair, torn to shreds. And finally, a blood trail, that lead outside the tavern and into the freezing snow, which lead to the main road and then vanished into the dirt outside. The guard stood there for a moment, swore, and then went back to tell the other guards the news. A massive fight had taken place, and the bartender and co-manager was missing.

The grieving figure of the lover was chatting with a peculiar person, a Druid. Tears ran down her cheeks, as her fingers thumbed over the last gift Nin had given her. The Druid, an old wise one, was speaking with a sympathetic look. His words soothing to her pain and grief. After her talk with him, she returned to her job. Her lips kissed the gift, and she gave a watery smile. "I'll see you someday, my love."

The screams and ringing of battle clashed outside her ears, the giant ooze, now the size of a large dog stood in the center of the Sutica square. At least four people were lying on the stone, their faces horrifically burned by the acid that the ooze was made up of. Among those people lie the Princess, the tavern owner, and a couple other unfamiliar faces. A Dark Elf Warrior charged the ooze, bringing his sword down and with a giant GLOOP, the ooze split in half and sizzled, dying. There was no shouts of victory, only death and carnation. A few Ascended milled around, talking about something. The wounded were carried off into the Clinic, and Carsandra rested after helping in the battle. She leaned against her staff, her tringe kit out, while the prone figure of the Lord of Beltiviz rested peacefully on the stones below her. She gave a strained sigh, the wounded being carted off while the Dark Elf stood beside her. Suddenly, a dark figure wandered into the Halfling Hill. He stood above, robes tattered, the smell of a croupse coming from the hill. Instantly all Ascended snapped their gazes to him, their eyes narrowed. “Wait...that’s...RICHARD.” One of the Ascended roared, fury in her voice. “I HaVe CaPTuReD NiN, BrInG FiVe PeOple, AnY moRE And He DiEs. ThE RuIns of ThE DoMInioN.” Richard, her ex-husband now ghoul, grinning, seeing the Ascends fury. “YOU’VE CAUSED ENOUGH PAIN AND DEATH, RICHARD.” She roared, halfway up the hill, sword out. To which his reply, Richard simply vanished, with the captured Nin. Shock, anger, and confusion. Her eyes widened, she was shaking. Her husband, her lover, the man who made puns and brightened up her day. He caused this, he caused the bodies to litter the floor like ants. But it wasn’t him anymore, it was somebody else. The Richard she knew would never ever do this, maybe pull pranks, but nothing this evil, this twisted, this inhumane. She was frozen, stuck looking at the spot where he left. That’s when her gaze snapped to the people carrying the Lord of Belitiz to the Clinic. Shook, she followed them to the Clinic, her attention needed fully. -------------------- In her home, she lay defeated on the couch. Tears leaked down her face and swam down her body. Sobs wracked her figure, and she shivered and curled up around the blanket. Helpless. She was helpless, unable to do anything as the rescue party went to go find Nin. A bloodied piece of paper was clutched in her palms, written in Nin’s handwriting. Dear Carsandra, This may be the last letter I ever give you to. I love you, please be safe and sound for me. Even if I do not make it out, know that I will be with you in the afterlife, watching over you from Aeriel’s realm. Love, Nin Her heart wretched deep in her chest, the last letter, the last words. She couldn’t have even said goodbye. She buried her face into her pillow, anguish pooling from her heart. -------------------- An Elven day later, she stood in her tavern, eyes vacant and distant. Her right hand shook often, from the stress. Her eyes where shadowed on account she hadn’t slept much, and she was more withdrawn and sensitive. Her new friend, a Wood Elf with clipped ears, entered the employee’s area. Noticing her state, he walked over to her. “Hey..are you doing alright?” He asked, concerned. She gazed at him, silently. “It’s ok...if you don’t want to tell me.” He frowned. “No...I..” She took a deep breath, “Can I tell you something, and can you not arrest me?” “I don’t judge.” He shook his head. She explained what happened, to which he nodded sadly, “Well..I hope Nin lives. I knew him only by name.” She rubbed her face, to which he tilted his head “You work too much, maybe you should take a break?” “I have to help deliver a baby in the next six Saint’s months in Rentus-Marna.” She sighs deeply, “The rescue party is looking for him...all I can do is pray.” He nodded, concern in his face. He made no other move, aside from standing quietly with her. She looked over at him, “I’ll..be down in the cellar.” To which he nodded, and she clambered down the ladder, closing her eyes to nap. -------------------- Several weeks passed, there was no word on Nin’s status. She buried herself with work, always working. The only time she ever paused was when she was sleeping or eating. She did not wish to fully rest, only to keep going, the drive that pressed her to move forward crawling within her. However, she had a letter to give. She summoned a Yeu whisp to write the letter. Dear Blank, There’s going to be a massive fight between two sides in the upcoming Elven days, it matters not to me what side you pick, but it will be near your tree. I only warn you to let you know of such. Carsandra She folded the letter, sending it off. She closed her eyes faintly, before opening them in a pained gaze. Waiting, something she was never good at, and helpless, unable to do anything while her boyfriend suffered. Time moved slowly, crawling at the pace of a snail. -------------------- Weeks passed. There was no word from the rescue party in weeks. Wrinkles began to form underneath her eyes, her raven hair slowly started to turn white from the stress. Her hand trembled or twitched constantly. She buried herself in work, always working, never stopping. Only getting a few hours of sleep, eating, and doing other things before plunging back into work. One day while she was at The Dominion, she finally got a letter from the rescue party. She nearly tore it open, and she looked at the contents inside, scanning the words of the letter. Dear Carsandra We regret to inform you that Nin as died in our efforts to rescue him. His soul is now in Aerials realm. We are sad by your loss, and if you have any questions or concerns, please send a letter to us. From, Blank Words, thoughts, and emotions could not describe the grief that followed next. It was nothing short of plant carnage, while the Virriam where distracted by a giant. All of her pain, all of her suffering, all melded into one blurry grey haze. There was no good, there was no evil. Only pain, and suffering. When the plant carnage ended, she quietly cleaned up the mess, then slowly, dragged herself to the Inn. Bottles soon littered the table around her, even that could not satisfy her grief. Not even the Sea Giant that was attacking the city made any dent in her thought process. The tears that went down her cheeks were a river, and not even the threat of death and destruction of The Dominion by a Sea Giant could stop it. She could not stay there though, so she grasped her soulstone and teleported, away from the death, away from the carnage. She walked in a haze into Sutica, past the small group, into the Druidic Circle. She did not rest until she found the big tree, and then, the grief overtook her. She would not emerge from the Circle for awhile, it seems.

Carsandra sat in the Cloud Temple tavern, writing down the thick old tomes that were spread across the large table. The Mali was hard at work, ever working, since still no word from the rescue party had reached her ears. Her time was spent working, either by herself or with other people. A male blond figure entered the tavern, her gaze looked up, and fear snaked through her heart. The man who had killed her, and ate her, stood at the entrance. He gave a big smile when seeing her. “Carsandra Ivydale.” His voice was a titter, the years of insanity had chipped away at his senses and vocal cords. “What do you want?” She glared at him, the spell over Cloud Temple making it impossible for her to react violently. “...Nothing? I just wanted to say hi, see how you where doing.” “Then explain why you’re here, because you killed and ate me, and that morning you confessed to me you were a cannibal.” Her eyes narrowed, mistrust laced in them. He stumbled back a bit, shock in his eyes “W...what?! I would never do that to somebody I lo-...like. I haven’t eaten anybody in Axios.” “Well, you did. You ate me.” She huffs. “Carsandra..” He moved forth, a pleading look in his eyes, “I promise I didn’t kill you!” “All of those years that I lost with him..” her hand clenched, “Those I trusted let me down, and your entire group of friends have left me, one attempted to kill me in Holm.” “Carsandra, I love you!” He blurted, passion ringing in his voice, “I would never hurt you! I was there when Rhil-” “DONT. SAY. HIS. NAME!” She shouted, rising, and placing her hands on the table. The spell quickly erased all of the feelings bubbling inside of her, forcing her to be calm. “Everything I tried to hide in past-” “It’s too late to make it ok, with every old lie you’ve told, how can I trust again?” “Can you learn to forgive...please..” “How could your friends turn away from me..?” Tears glittered in her emerald eyes, gazing him down. He got down on his knees, looking up to her with tears in his eyes. “I was blinded, I believed all those pretty lies. Please, I Kauli, beg for your forgiveness. How can I fix this?! I know I messed up, please just tell me!” She was silent, staring down at him. “I don’t deserve this, none of this that happened. You, and your friends caused this.” Anger bubbled, twisting her face. “Ceasar, Garoll, you, Rhillen, Ehier, Morgan, Talos..you’ve caused me so much pain, and you think you can fix it?!” “It doesn’t work that way Carsandra..please..remember when we sat in my house and had coffee and just chatted..? Remember I saved you? Remember when cooked me food?” She closed her eyes, exhaling. “We both know, sorrow and regret. They denied-” “I’m only trying to do what’s best for us!” She marched over, glared directly in his eyes, “Well I never asked for this, I never wanted this, all that I wanted was a family!” Tears would start leaking in a small amount down her face. “Look into your heart...see? I saved a duckling today! If my words can’t do anything, then my actions will!” He said, hope in his eyes, to which she stared him down, and he wilted a bit. “...Cease your empty plead. Your always trying to be somebody else.” “But I’m right here by your side!” “But all that you’ve done is lie! There’s nothing you can say.” “You still do not understand..” “I do not care about understanding! Get away from me!” He slowly, and dejectedly got to his feet, shuffling off slowly. “This is the last time you’ll see me, Van’ayla..”

Deep in the Wonkawood, Carsandra and her friend entered the cave. The tunnel was slick with mold and fungi, and the bottom was simply smooth stone, stretching for miles around them. Entering the tunnel could see the many other tunnels that branched off from the main tunnel, one lead to a cave that reeked of death, one lead to a farming place, and one lead to the side entrance. Paddling down to the main cave, several makeshift homes were constructed, with several Wonks going about their daily lives. However some Wonks had supplies piled near the doors of their homes, and an air of tension was so thick, a butter knife could have cut it. She turned to look at her companion. “So, do you want to talk to the Wonk by the river, or the Wonks by the fireplace?” She asked him. “By the fireplace.” He said, moving forth to cross the now muddy giant cave floor, heading toward the fireplace. She followed, her hand gripping her staff as she used it for support against the muddy terrain. Reaching the fireplace, a group of Wonks, around five in total, discussed in low tones. On approaching, the other Wonks did not break from their conversation, and only one Wonk looked up at them. “Greetings...fellow frog people! May I know yer name, pal?” Her friend said, smiling, to which she inwardly facepalmed. “Mi am Croek, dah cheiftan of dah wonkz, sure is a lotz of you folkz, comin’ round since the big gate opened.” “I see...why did the gate open? I haven’t heard from this until the moment you started to trade.” She paddled forth, giving the Wonk Cheiftan a drug, and once he took it, his frog lips pursed. “Wuz da act of some folkz, not sure who, some Descendentz.” She stepped back, to which Croek looked at her quizzingly, “Wuz is dis?” “It’s a smoking drug,” she replied, a smile straining on her face, as she was worried he would be offended, “It’s in my culture, I apologize if the gift is...unsuited for Wonks.” “Mi peepz, I see. Is fine. Mi will share with the other wonkz, too much for mi alonz’s!” Croek laughed, to which another Wonk whispered in his ear. Croek responded with a classic “Ribbit.” “So how did ya’ll start existing, if you don’t mind me asking? Just curious.” Her friend said. Croek shrugged, “Mi half nu idea, maeself, do latz, do you know how you started to exist?” “GOD created everything as told in the Holy Books...oh, I just answered myself.” Croek shrugged, “Mi understand. Feel a lot like that, things got haf su busy since da deff of Krumpt.” “May I ask, why is there other Wonks with their supplies out?” “Wi is colonizing! Now that Krumpt iz ded, we can go out...and go low-key, mi want tu get all dah ladeez’n’tadpoles out, in case dis..Sep-tem-brr, fella is bad.” “May I ask your thoughts on September?” “Mi not know too much about im, weez not go into da place, too spooky. Mekko doesn’t like it either.” “I see, that’s all the questions I had.” Her friend nodded “Aye, we should be getting back to Belitiviz.” “Latz...say you are from Beltiviz place, yah?” “Aye we are.” “Cod latz, could ask your cheif, if we culd establish, enkl..enclave there?” “I’ll speak with Sabo.” Her friend said, to which he turned and started to head off with Carsandra. “Stay safe pals! If ya’ll need help, send us a bird or something!” Once finishing talking to the Cheiftan, her friend and she paddled inside the September Prince’s cave. Instantly on entering, she felt droosy, like she hadn’t gotten quite enough sleep last night. The spell made her yawn tiredly, but her friend seemed boundless with energy. On reaching the lisp of the Prince’s cave, she saw an entire animal population asleep. Aside from the nature itself. The first thing that drew her eyes was the coffin itself, twined together by Livingwood. The entire coffin was a gleamed amber shell, that even in the cave shone brightly. Whatever awaited inside the coffin, was hidden by the frozen amber that encased him. Below his coffin lay a testimony that only a few would remember, a gleaming gold pond. Gold waves lay still at the bottom, not broken by anything. To the front, was a Dark Elf Druid, along with a white haired Elf. “Are those you’re companions?” The white haired elf spoke, raising her eyebrow, to which the Druid swiftly turned, looking at them. “No, I’ve never seen them in my life.” “Ah, I was bringing my acquaintance of mine with me so he could see the place.” She answered swiftly. “My Prince allows those in for the pursuit of knowledge…” She suddenly winced, rubbing her head with a hand, “You’re free to go look in the libraries.” She nodded, heading first to the right with her friend. The first library had six book, all of which she borrowed one copy. Next, she came across a sleeping wyvern. “We can go pet it, if you’d like?” “Heck no, I’d rather not my ass get brunt.” She chuckled, heading around the cave. As she stepped by some Livingwood, it shuddered, moving away from her. She frowned, but continued on to see all the other animals sleeping. The crushing grogginess was getting her, but still, she traveled until she reached the final library, and gathered six more books. Once gathered, her friend and she exited the cave, and the WonkaWoods village, moving past the crowd that had assembled in the cave. The grogginess lifted as they exited, and she smiled, tomes in hand, edger to start learning more knowledge.

The following books were dropped off at all the major city libraries. Each copied by hand by a scribe. The books smell heavily of nature, suggesting the original copies where Druidic in the first place. -Rentus-Marna library -Holm library -Belitiviz -The Dominion -Sutica Scribe's Forward: The books I found in the library of the Wonkawood village were very old in nature. Since the sleeping spell around the September Prince's chamber was enacted, my suspect is that the sleeping spell also preserves living and dead objects. These books date all the way back to Malin's City, some even written by Malin, The Founder, himself. My intention with publishing this knowledge to the public is not to offend, but to bring light to a shady, hardly discussed topic. There are some spelling errors simply due to the passage of time on the books, rendering some words a little funky. I pray that if he awakens, he will have mercy on us all. Book One, Elk Druid’s Diary Written by Elf Druid Tah’rayho Book Two, Malin’s Teachings I: Kingship Written by Malin Book Three, Malin’s Teachings II: Economics Written by Malin Book Four, Malin’s Teachings III: Justice and the Rule of Law Written by Malin Book Five, Malin’s Teachings IV: Stewardship Written by Malin Book Six, Druidic Record I Written by Lion Druid Lavondir Book Seven, Druidic Record II Written by Lion Druid Lavondir Book Eight, Druidic Record III Written by Lion Druid Lavondir Book Nine, Druidic Record IV Written by Lion Druid Lavondir Book Ten, Caribou Druid’s Log I: September Prince Written by Caribou Druid Hyulahon Book Twelve, Caribou Druid’s Log II: Absolute Word Written by Caribou Druid Hyulahon Book Thirteen, Caribou Druid’s Log III: Soul Forest Written by Caribou Druid Hyulahon Book Fourteen, The Final Book, Caribou Druid’s Log IV: Sporophytes

Carsandra, who works in the town, shivers, pulling her winter clothes over her body. "Stupid sudden blizzard."