DahStalker

@ImmortalShadowZYOU WENT TO DISNEY WITHOUT ME?

Within the folly of Norns did that Mihyaari idle, now with those she had deemed her kin. Once did she find herself in the hearth of Atticus, unkempt hair revived into proper locs by gentle hand. At times Houri still pondered on the condition of that man, and what destiny brought him in life. Though never dare she seek him out again from whence they last parted - on a bitter note. . . . Though, once in a rarity that woman found herself pinching the end of tautly woven tresses, recalling that joyous Petran noble in a more positive light. A short encounter with a lasting impact.

After arming her son with a dagger and duck-feather stuffed pillow armor, Ljúfvina stares at the Vulnrith clan with a beady-eyed stare. Particularly two of the younger kinsmen. @Jihnyny. @TRINN @glassyskies

Ljúfvina sends a letter to Ipera. "My son needs friends. His name is Varg. He will join this. Thank you. All-Father bless you. - Ljuúfvina." Varg is informed of this immediately after. @libertyybelle@Jihnyny

oh wow freaking greiret man. insane that the dude was a freak oocly. good thing we didn’t react oocly when I was a child. I don’t recall him oocly much beyond the character not really liking elves and being like OBSESSED with carrots. do u remember the Saint Amyas guys too or White Rose? I think all old knight orders had a habit of cutting off elf ears LOL

lol it’s a character I remember from when I was 13-14 years old on lotc. Please refer to the original text. I only remember a guy in knight armor with a carrot as a kid.

unless im ignorant and this is a cancelled dude. The carrot knight.

The wind blows toward the Kingdom of Norland… wow, his parents must be there.

An old historian by the name of Lhoris released a long yawn, fist moving to her lips. “It is a profound loss - the fall of Haense. However I must question the integrity of these great fellow scholars, for it seems they’ve been absent from the recent happenings of their beloved Kingdom, especially throughout the war. As similarly that I frolic in ignorance of the internal affairs of Haense, I too, reckon that these great men do the same.” In gentle manner that woman stowed away the publication, to record it. “Another chapter closed, and this time — I believe for good.”

As those soft wisps of flame churned into one of mellow aureate, that hardly imposing figure of Adela Taronitissa came into view. Softly did she beckon a breath inward, lips finding vague quiver in their demeanor within her tread forth, gait broken and lame through its laden guilt. “I’m sorry-…” Those were the first words toward her daughter. After years of unintended abandonment, this is all she could muster. “I’m sorry I-….” Nimble arms ventured in incredible speed, hoping to entangle that once girl now woman into their fold again. “I’m sorry I had to leave you.” For all those years of suffering and watching the turmoil her daughter endured: of raising a family, reforming the house alongside her siblings, and managing similar horrid death - the secondary guilt of relief consumed her, to be able to be reunited with her firstborn at last. And then, she wept. The faint scent of soot forever staining both of them ‘neathe the orchids of van Leuven.

Ljúfvina found herself gawking in that typical haze of the prior princess, arms often hung at her flank in an idle stance. It was soon after that she made the routine effort of delivering small candies and treats to that woman at the least, as to give her something to savor during ironically a most unsavory time. to savor during ironically a most unsavory time. For surely everyone enjoyed honeyed candies and goat cheese.

i guess the state doesn't always win

Her dreams were sporadic now. No longer did the depths of her slumber provide that abysmal aftermath of her scarred boon only; for now, they remain laden with something greater. Visions coerced forth from the pools of an unknown entity, speaking in poetic prophecy of more dreadful omens, and granting a facade of wisdom through vague heeding. As that Norn pondered what those imminent years would entail, she drew in a weary breath. “All-Father guide.” Said she. Ljúfvina soon would join her brother-kin in their travels again, and with a familiar phrase in mind she contemplated the possibility of a more imposing meaning behind it. Knowledge begets wisdom.

yh can u like translate this for a tech illiterate person ty

Ljufvina writes a letter: "Give me keys back." It is sent to Leithril. . .

not harbinger, but foogbinger

mariana dubois

Cruel and unforgiving sobs erupted from a similarly fallen Knight; palm braced against her bodice. She wept naught for the newfound knowledge of her slaughtered issue but rather for the festered guilt which consumed her. "I am sorry." She'd bellow into isolate space, crowded only with few belongings and dust. She had prayed, in another world, she would be like her children - like her son - to be kind, and mindful. To have had the strength to endure her struggles as he had, to muster the willpower to face her growing troubles and tribulations in a seemingly merciless realm. Alas, she could do nothing, for her decision had been made. So, when her secret offspring, dressed with abnormal eyes, and dark tresses came to comfort her in bewilderment as to why their mother wept, Yvaine could only pray. She prayed that one day she would see Rossano once more, to hold him and preach her heart and soul, to speak of her love and bid for his forgiveness. Only, that forsaken mother would not know that it'd not be within this lifetime.

FOR MEN: -scheming eunuch @Esterlen -loathsome heir @ @Nooblius -court jester @Nectorist -noble knight @M1919 FOR WOMEN: -scheming eunuch: @Heartesy -loathsome heir: @jihyunah -court jester: @Rosey -noble knight: @csmille

Humphert the van Leuven servant excitedly mops the floor. "Lord Cardan is the best, da!" They'd call out, awaiting the upcoming events eagerly.

In a few months time, nearly short of a year, a youth of unruly tresses and auburn locks would enter this very cursed realm. Her origins of birth would at first be unbeknownst to her, the sin of her beginnings, the crimes of her parentage. However, as her spirit blossomed and age grew with her, that very truth became clear. The kin of McCanon persisted, and through that girl of yet molded morals, that yearning for freedom continued. ___ Anger consumed that woman, truly. Susie ‘Bow-down’ Sadieson felt the turmoil of regret, from her absence and not fighting for that freedom both Mitch and she strove for. That fury bubbled, bated breaths erupting from behind her gritted teeth, wrought with incurable wrath. A final tango readied, perhaps.