Viochemist

I'm so insulted... only 150?! All this rp drama for 150?! 😂

OOC: The art is absolutely adorable! I love this concept. Wonderful post, Kito!

Arwen Amethil reads over this decorative form with approving eyes. She lets out a quiet giggle as her pupils' gazes raise to survey the vastness. "Wyrvun bless them all," she says quietly to no one in particular.

Graduation photo of the Class of 1773! Throwback...<3 Thanks Beth for the image! <3

>>> ♪ La Musica ♪ <<< [!] “Coo… coo..” trills glacier eyed owls as they flock across the realm of Almaris far and wide. Their journey reaches the nooks and crannies of even the most grim bits to the lavish pillars. For who do they seek? The chosen. Scholars for the rebranded University of Vaelya; formerly known as the University of Vael. It's name founded a familiar to the Vaelyans of old: High Princess, Ka'lani Valkryne-Daegre'sae of the Providence of Vaelya. Should one dare to read the interior of the white scroll enriched with shimmering dark silver ink. This finely writ states: “Fellow scholar, we at the University of Vaelya open our doors to idiosyncratic applicants that wish to dedicate themselves to the pursuit of education. For it is a gift that can never be taken away: knowledge. Seek out this journey into the plush snow capped mountains towering the expanse of Fenn. The house you will be sorted into allocates experiences, growth, and a sense of community. Our institution began during the first age, year 1770 and in the second age we shall flourish. See you soon. Headmistress, [!] The University of Vaelya is a medical institution that teaches future doctors, field medics, and nurses. It is an IRL month course of study. In some cases this can last a month to a month and two weeks. The medical course follows the guides the following syllabus: The institution offers a certification that aligns with the medical degree: Ancient Elvish. This class is a choice and not a requirement for graduation. It does earn one a certificate upon graduation (RP ITEM). Note: Should one choose to learn elvish without the pairing of a medical degree, the too may graduate with a degree in Ancient Elvish. The University of Vaelya is Harry Potter inspired. Meaning that your character will be sorted into a ‘house’ that aligns with them specifically. We do this to sort you with future roommates (optional), have school competitions, and give you the opportunity to earn points for your respective house. The house with the most points will earn a special item upon graduation! For a more visual of the houses, please access this link: https://vaelyaunihouse.carrd.co/ The following will be provided upon completion of the medical diploma: - Graduation skin: the skin is a cap and gown that aligns to be the house colors of your character. Reference the house section to see the skins. - A degree as evidence of qualification. - An alumni item. This RP item differentiates with each class. ☩ Application Information / Requirements ☩ ☩ Tuition & Fees ☩ ☩ Mental Health or Course Guidance? Have no fear! Grandma Nana is here! ☩ Granny Nana [Little_Lulah] is the University of Vaelya’s guidance counselor. You must have a student or staff member status to use the university's sweet granny as a resource. She primarily handles tuition, student living, discipline referrals, and any life undermining circumstances. Her office is on campus in Fenn and be wary.. Her office smells like moth balls. If you believe The University of Vaelya is the place for you, please feel free to send in your application and join our discord! Discord Link: https://discord.gg/3K9rUmkb Application Link: https://forms.gle/uuu1mSHKn1UobLNy7 ☩ Class 1777, First Age ☩ "Founder Ka'lani V. Valkryne-Dagre'sae instructing the first graduation class on alchemy."

A FALLEN DRAGON: ROWAN LARAETHRYN To the Inquisitor Eternal ☩La Musica☩ As came the calling of the Inquisitor Eternal, she knew it was time for her penance. It was the sound of a mighty roar; a letter came into her shanty in guise of the recent events of hatred and acts of violence. She pondered the notice in hand, surveying a map to find who she was looking for. Though the man she sought was on a hunt for Xannites. Setting out for her cog, the sails dropped and the tankards filled with nordic ale. With this, the ship set sail and began to head into the northern direction of the oceanic expanse. Weeks past and her travels came to a halt; magma bubbled and boiled as she headed through gravel and granite. Her body and armour covered in soot and coal, the mountain-top stood with some egregious creature wielding a mighty weapon. She stared into the kingly dragon, and the kingly dragon stared back. “What is needed, child?” The dragonkin pondered; a drakaar then spoke booming its tyrannical voice from within the blade. “Look at her, how grim and ugly mortals can be.” It commented. Rowan craned her head up, staring hesitantly, beads of sweat forming across her forehead. “I have come to repent. Though fallen and lacking responsibility, I come to seek death. Honorable death.” She answered, keeping her eyes locked into the Inquisitor’s infernal orbs. The dragonkin halted, and so he brought his longsword into the air. “You are honorable, herald of the Titan. Failure, you may have been. Death may do you part. It was the great lord of the Titan who will break down the heavens, and so too shall I bring his penance to you.” He stated; the Inquisitor Eternal complimented his words with authority and command. A scoff was heard from the blade, pulsating with some malevolent energies of darkness. “Let my death not tarnish my name, and let it show my loyalty to Azdromoth. Though before my death is served, present this parchment to the Council for review.” She passed over a scroll within a bottle. As the Inquisitor knew his role in Azdromoths court, he stared hesitantly. Eventually, the dragonkin brought the bottle back and Rowan took to her knees. “O’Great father, Titan watching over us. Salvage her soul from the world. Spread your wings and fly, young Laraethryn.” The dragonkin prayed, and so he brought the burning sword towards the nape of the woman, lacerating her head. It rolled into a pit of burning magma, flaring up into a plume of smoke. [!] The above photo serves as the image of Rowan and Averamos on her first journey to the Firelands [!] A letter to those relevant, I am the blood of Laraethryn, one loving and caring of my family and our kin. I lived for the Titan and though I was unable to provide much, I died knowing it was as a herald; repenting under the name of the path of a dragon. To many, I brought issues. As a Laraethryn, I lived under Haelun’or to protect my family. It was my secrecy as herald that held me back in my duties, something that should not be used as an excuse. To this I ask for forgiveness. Eventually, I came to find traitorous informants in the ranks of the nephilim. Haskir and Thalon Nullivari. The Kharajyr has exposed me on multiple occasions as herald of Azdromoth. Thalon also confronted me about this. They are both sinners and against our blood and the name of our Great Titan. Please, in my death, find justice in ending this treason against the Archdrakaar. I would also like to thank you all for caring about me in my times of need, whence I wept in your arms. Forever a Faithful Servant, Rowan of House Laraethryn [This letter is only sent to these characters: Caledor Laraethryn, Elathion Dagre’sae, Alayris Laraethryn, Oliver Helane, Avaeramos Ithelanen and Orthimar Laraethryn] [!] Lavish parchments that are bound by a wax crimson adhesion embracing the Laraethryn sigil is brought to the following through, the inquisitor, as a courier. None other than the parties following have access to the writ: To my honorable mal'onn, Caledor Laraethryn, To my beloved husband, Orthimar Laraethryn, To my swordmaster and father-figure, Avaeramos Ithelanen, To my uncle and blessed giver, Alayris Laraethryn, To my swordmaster and tutor, Elathion Dagre’sae, To my best llir, Fayneth Glynro, To the Inquisitor Eternal, Oliver Helane,

Rowan Laraethryn's lips curl into a venomous sneer. The Herald's oceanic orbs overcast unto Elathion Dagre'sae. "Shall we?" she vaguely queries. With the Dagre'sae's retort, he understood. "Say less, Azdromoth." The little dragon Laraethryn outstretches her pale palm. Distortions of heat briefly play about as Rowan appears to summon a draan-bound ebon blade from ash. Reference of the weapon: https://prnt.sc/10oicw8

Rowan Laraethryn perks up to the sight of this lavish announcement. With haste the Elfess exploits every opportunity to spend her mal'onn's shekels and find the perfect gown!

☩ La Musica ☩ "I will love you recklessly, without words or empty phrases. I will love you with blazing truth and hopeless defiance and unapologetic beauty. I will love you forever and even still when forever runs away. In another life we will stand side by side, laughing that in some other life, We will never be apart." to the beguiling marriage ceremony of at The Province of Vaelya on Friday, January 22, 2021 at 4 PM EST ☩ The Royal Valkryne Line of Vaelya ☩ The council of Vaelya ☩ All legal citizens of Vaelya ☩ The Sovereign of Talon's Port ☩ The Council of Talon's Port ☩ The Clan of Ireheart of Urguan ☩ Chancellor Edvardsson of Norland ☩ Dagre'sae Talonnii ☩ Elibar'acal Talonnii ☩ The Laraethryn Talonnii The ceremony will take place on the Vaelyan trireme. Afterwards there will be a celebratory spar in the colosseum. The best three fighters will earn a reward of mina each. Please note: all that have been specifically invited are entitled to a singular +1. If you have any questions please message Violino#6750 or Flemish#5057.

IGN: Violino RP NAME: Celaena Ireheart CANDIDATE: Durorn Ireheart

Ka'lani Valkryne Dagre'sae looks upon the final draft with pride and relief. A newfound peace for their people of Vaelya has come alas.

THE BANISHMENT OF SHANKA’YAR ☩ Music ☩ The High Princess’ mascara tears stain the luxurious parchment. The writing condratics the sovereign’s normal calligraphy; it is shaky- suggesting illness or injury. Her lukewarm breaths smoke a cloud from the cold, crisp winter air. She took a moment to look outside of the Vaelyan palace arches to watch the movie of her people. Mother’s who grieve, children who play, and men seeking vindictive vengeance. It was as if they gave an unknown reminder. The following missive is sent to the Rex of Krugmar and Dura’Gurak. As well as a copy to remain for evidence in the Vaelyan government temple. If one were to read, it would state: “This legally imposed spatial exclusion of banishment is a consequential decree. The defendant, Shanka’Yar, will face exile for the entirety of their natural life from the Province of Vaelya and all their entities. The War Nation of Krugmar hereby agrees to a neutralization between resultive parties. They have sworn to take this initiative as a respect to their nation and not harm any Vaelyan child born to Ka’lani Dager’sae Valkryne. Along with any Vaelyan citizen. Should the criminal Shanka’Yar return to the Province of Vaelya, said persons will face extradition to the Orc state.” High Princess of the Province of Vaelya, Ka’lani Dagre’sae Valkryne Elder Raguk Shaman, Dura'Raguk “Forgive me, Shanka’Yar… I had to for my children. My husband. My people.” with this, the missive is set in order. The High Princess rests in bed to focus on healing the injuries she sustained from visiting the Orc State. Seeming to be at a regretful peace of mind.

Ka'lani Valkryne quickly would claim Elathion's letter! Instantly becoming his secret Father Krugzmas. Her lips curl upward into a chipper grin as the schemes commence!

A Krugzmas Eve Gift Exchange in Vaelya ☩ La Musica ☩ Every season the realm gathers in different areas in harmony to celebrate Krugzmas. It is no different for the Province of Vaelya. To commemorate, the High Princess dispatches couriers throughout the city in regard to the citizens of Vael. A letter sealed with wax is embellished with a serpent. Gold is procured in the crevices to make out the sigil clearly. If one were to crack the adhesive, they would find a lavish letter inside. It interiors red, green, white, and gold; a miniature gift of mistletoe and holly hang from the top- emitting favorable holiday scents. Scribed into a singular form with fine calligraphy is as written: “It is with honorable veneration to invite you to write to the Palati of Vera. I ask that you let father Krugzmas know what your materialistic wish is for this holiday season. Let it remain humble and within reason. For one of his little helpers, just like yourself, will trade letters. All in effort to secure your desire. We shall gather around the tree in the square and exchange gifts! There will be hot cocoa, gifts, Krugzmas carols, and dancing. My family and I cannot wait to share this moment with you all. Okeonvelo! [[Vaelyan translation: may the oceans bless you.]] High Princess of the Province of Vaelya, Ka’lani Valkryne Attached to this grapheme is a sketch made from a 4B coal pencil is a small composition of the Councilor of Knowledge, High Princess, and Prince of Vaelya in front of a slightly depressing Krugzmas tree. It’s decor is fond of lights, presents, and toys! ☩ [OOC Information] ☩ This is basically a rendition of secret santa. Everyone who wishes to participate will RP’ly write a letter to the Palace of Vera in the comment section. You will select someone you wish to give a present to in RP based off of their letter and bring the gift to the event for them. If no one selects you, then the Royal family will bestow a gift unto you! No one who participates shall leave empty handed. Merry Christmas, nerds! Time: 3 PM Eastern Standard Time Place: The Vaelyan square around the Krugzmas tree