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Elia Eryka readied the mimosas. "Let's party like we stand before GUD!" She shrieked aloud, gathering as many glasses as possible. She went to bid her good friend Viorica a most joyous happy retirement!

A woman of scyfling blood stood within the comfort of her home, visage taut. "What a fulfilling life to have lived, Felix Weiss. We all must go eventually- though some in more impactful ways than others. I hope you do not feel pain, for not being there longer. Your dottir shall be well, she will nejt suffer alone. For she has both Weiss and Colborn now. Carolus will care for Sierra, we know this well." A tall glass of goat milk was filled then, downed in a hefty swig in honor of that fallen warrior.

Elia wonders if this is why that aged grumpy Kortrevich is an isolate poet.

Silently upon a balcony within her beloved home that aging woman stared off, lips falling into a small quiver. “Finally, all of my work has paid off-...” Spoke that scyfling, overwhelmed with a plethora of emotions. However, she briefly wondered... Were her ancestors proud?

Slowly that woman sat upon a cushioned chair at the flank of her beloved husband, hand acquiring his shoulder with a tender squeeze. “Our efforts have paid off, and we bask in the glory of the results. Through all the firey spew of trials and tribulations, we have endured as family.”

Mamej was happy her kids returned home, even if “slightly” burnt.

Hey friend! Everything left in your inventory will be deleted come map transition. We start fresh! (sounds stressful, but it's super fun.) You can store your diary using the book storing command mentioned above!

Somewhere an elfess with ginger locks that faded into silver sat, frowning upon having the news reach her months from now- years. A soft breath was drawn inwards as she'd cradle a chalice of a fine red wine, indulging on it in mourning. "An elf with prestige and character little have these days." She'd brood, recalling not only the kindness of Ren, but his lovely teashop.

A random elfess thought this was super good. She smiles.

Being greatly offended at her lack of name while a disowned member was written of, Elia Eryka sought to pen the author with growing rage.

Somewhere an elfess enjoying tropical paradise forms a canga line with tribal halflings. “This is crazy. I can mark kinslaying on the bingo card!” She’d happily exclaim, drinking her virgin strawberry daiquiri.

Elia Eryka hopes to get the traumatized child into the playwright scene.

Lhoris makes a plan to visit this new smith, hoping to purchase a gift or two for her sword-wielding friends.

@Heeroi hope crumena finally finds the elf woman of his dreams

Somewhere an aging woman recalled her own childhood, her teenage years, her adulthood. She still lived and would endure more of her lifetime to come, more experiences to be held. Yet, this youth remained innocent and drifted to the seven skies without ever truly living. A calm rose to clasp her mouth as guilt consumed her, having gave birth to a sickly boy as well who lived. That woman wept, weeping in a mixture of emotion she could not explain.

I grow with my rp, and change where I acquire my inspiration from. When we are kids we are prone to grab inspiration from media/shows we consume, the world around us, etc. I still continue to grab from those sources but in a different sense of light, and additional forms of content I've come across with age. For me that is history and literature. Don't compare it to your past either- you will never get that spectrum of roleplay back, you were literally a different person. Define a new perspective of roleplay, and you'll get a spark again.

Lhoris awaits her special invite.

_____________________________________________________________________________ To his Holiness, the Church and Clergy, and fellow Canonists, I beseech you. My name is Evangelina Ulyssa Orel, daughter of Sir Franz Arthur, and I am of the Sarkozic blood. Today, grotesque and harrowing actions have been rightfully revealed. Such revelations resulted in the excommunication of a man who shares my blood and taints the name Sarkozic. It is abundantly clear that a certain Heinrik Otto Sarkozic is at the center of a kingdom’s grief and anguish and a thorn and hindrance to the Duchy of Adria. What is not clear, though his actions are not mine, is that I, too, must atone for the blood that I share. For the name Sarkozic alone will be the cause of innocent blood spilled on the stones of our forefathers. There is a poison here, a poison that I recognize can only be removed by the Lord our GOD. From this day forward, with GOD as my witness, I take the oath and cloth. I shed myself of my former lifestyle in hopes that one day I might be able to repay the debt now endowed to the House of Sarkozic. Let this be a reminder that our titles, lands, jewels, they all mean nothing if we are without GOD. I renounce all titles, holdings, and personal effects. I commit to spend the rest of my days, so long as GOD give me air to breathe, in service of the Faith and of GOD. GOD rescue us all, Evangelina Ulyssa Orel @Balthasar