Violino

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!

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

A Pact of Silver Lining » La Musica « Signed the 7th of Malin’s Welcome, 1768 [!] Brawn, robust, and solidity are but a few synonyms that denote the heeding intellect of two knowledge conjoining entities. ElSohaer of the precious, sanctified Silver State of Haelun’or and his council meet with a youthful member who once embellished their society to discuss a missive that conveys tranquility through legitimate law and order. In the decade past, Elcihi’thilln has made known the intent of working together to promote knowledge above all. As it appears, amongst the smaller institutions and settlements in Arcas is the prime source of enthusiasm for such endeavors in the pursuit of knowledge. The Haelun of Vaelya takes a seat at a awe-imposing table inhabited inside of Haelun’or. She scribes diligently to report what had been discussed with the Vaelian council. All but three days it took to document their formalities of the concurrence and set such into an honorable pact. Thereby, in light of our newfound allies, we have convened on the following terms: The Silver State of Haelun’or and The Union of Vaelya shall agree to adhere to a strict non-aggression pact, under all circumstances. This treaty will stay in effect for a duration of 10 years. Both parties are in accordance to respect each other's territories. The Union of Vaelya with its respective University of Vael that extends the bountiful land of their vineyard Vina del Mar, and The Silver State of Haelun’or stretching from the Sohaer’s Glade to the Northern Mountains, encompassing the entirety of the Silver Forests. The parties commit to a mutual agreement of extradition for any individuals from their respective territories deemed to have commited a legal transgression in the other signatory state. Signed, Sulraell Visaj, ElSohaer of Haelun’or Ka’lani Elibar’acal Valarieth, Haelun of Vaelya, Headmistress of the University of Vael Aerendyl Lor’demar Okarir’san

I wish you the best of luck in your current and future endeavors! I just wanted to pop in and say thank you for the laughs in TeamSpeak vc back in the older days of Athera and Vailor. Also, for the advice on when it came to leadership positions on LoTC, how to handle college stress, etc.; I hold respect to you for that. If your mental health hinders on and/or if you need a friend, I am always a message away. P.S. your dog is cuter than your birds. ❤️

Yeeesss work, I see you! @Licorish

So much work, dedication, and effort has been put into this rewrite! I love that this gives a fair advantage to players who want to actively invest in the Frost Witch culture. As aforementioned, I love it and I think the change would be a fun experience. It also gives the Lore Team something new to branch off of and material to work with. Possibly even give the Event Team more inspiration as well! Even if it’s shot down, it was a pleasant read, to say the least, @Luv .