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I was looking for amethyst for 2 hours the other day. This has greatly assisted me for now I know where amethyst mines r. Ty

Yvaine Conradine placed on a pair of glasses designed to protect her eyes from the sun…. Because it shone brightly this evening. “The Marians always take the win.”

Sassi'Squatzh loves her husband Toe-gur, and rewards him with three extra ribeye steaks for dinner, as well as a new pair of rabbit-hide boots for being so smart. "Sassi love Toe-gur."

Lhoris the Elf mourns heavily, lips wavering. "Papi no." She'd say aloud to the skies, angry.

Yvaine Conradrine prays for the sake of House Othaman that they do not marry into House Kortrevich, Weiss, or van Leuven for the upcoming generations…. then she sheds a tear.

Elia Eryka fondly approached her granddaughter with a flock of bleating goats trailing behind. The late Scyfling woman bid Rhosyn a warm smile, beckoning that blessed Cardinal inward for a taut embrace. “Welcome, little peony.” She doted. @AndrewTech

Yvaine Conradine continued to labor away at blueprints, taking a moment to glance outside her window in the chilly night of Valdev. She considered for a moment the fight her brethren took against the Ice Demons, brows knit. “I suppose that is the fate of weak women.” She mused. Perhaps one day the woman would be fortunate enough to rid of the parasite that brought shame to womanhood.

Yvaine Conradine, cousin to Mahaut, is intrigued. She in all honestly thought there was only one type of crow. She is impressed now too once appreciating the quality of said publication as well.

Houri stares at the painting. "Salam. my knife go stab-stab."

Elia Eryka ran from her haven of goats upon hearing of her grandsons passing, the only one from her daughter Ravenna she was able to meet - little Alfred. That aged Scyfling was speechless as she discovered that Prince among the others in the seven skies, arms wrapping around him without another word. She then wept.

Yvaine Conradine stared at the missive... a mixture of emotions coursing through her: relief and sorrow primarily. She lost a brother, but she gained peace as well. Silently that woman prayed, steeled facade dropping for just a moment as she allowed herself a moment to weep from her overwhelmed state.

Vaeri the Elf, once nearly beaten by Ser Raug was impressed by the portrait with Olog-son and Adunian-papa. "God damn. What did he feed that boy?" She'd ask to the wall.

Yvaine Conradine van Leuven reads the missive, frowning. "This is frankly impossible. It is akin to the same absurdity of House Ashford de Falstaff trying to make a claim to House de Bar, or House Ludovar making a claim to House Barbanov. This behavior is why he was formally disowned from us. If the Crown of Aaun truly allowed this, perhaps they too need insight to how these certain matters work. We share the blood of House Ashford de Falstaff, but we do not hold any claim." The woman rubbed her temples, looking to her newborn son - reaching out for his hand. "I shall allow House Ashford de Falstaff deal with this. I hope they do not encourage disillusioned morons to **** up their family legacy. What an absolute rat - No, that'd be an insult to those vermin."

A venomous scream echoed through the stream of a thousand cries from tormented souls. A lost soul, with no haven to rest, unleashed an unrelenting roar of fury. She'd claw out at the essence of Yandel, heart-broken for the youth, enraged. The one who could truly relate, now lost to Aeriel's damnation akin to her. If privileged, for even if a sheer moment, that soul sought to cling upon the other to provide whatever brief solace from their unyielding misery - even if just for a moment.

SURNAME: Izalith FIRST NAME: n/a RESIDENCE ADDRESS: my house YEAR OF BIRTH: im old ((MC NAME)): Papi_Pollo

Vaeri the Elf watches an obese Heartlander prance through the Confederation, drinking some quality wine.

Yvaine Conradrine silently prayed within the chapel of Krusev, taking a moment to regard the incident in her prayer... She scowled, ready to raise arms if needed.

Somewhere isolated, an elfess irrelevant to that notable vicar and in general toiled away. As the sun and its light overwhelmed her she took only a moment to exhale, recalling the hymns and bard songs sung about him. Lhoris glanced to a ring on her finger, providing a smile. “This is one of the good ones.” She spoke, shortly after returning to her work.

Lhoris known as “Loren” speaks into darkness to get a great secret off her chest for once. “I stole from your unlocked chest like fifty years ago.”

Yvaine Conradine stood wordlessly, for only a moment as she regarded that fallen Ork, jaw churned with hatred. She knew the race to be ignorant, but to crack a man’s neck, at the plead of others. The common woman bid Gentry a brief slap of their hands in mute victory, heading back to the City with her Brothers in tow. She would not sleep well that night with the cries of Tatiyana in her head, tormented by them. She prayed she would never have to stand in her position as an elder sibling - to see the younger suffer.

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A wise elf with ginger tresses stares at the missive, cupping her mouth. She took a break from engineering as a soft inhale was taken. With a moment of wisdom she whispered into the wind, “Monkey see, monkey do.”