Adelemphii

I'd fix it but it's genuinely not something w/ the minecraft server itself. Could be the server backend, or the host. 🤷‍♀️ Daisy says it's the host, so the best you can do is use a VPN, hotspot, or cloudflare warp: https://one.one.one.one (it's free) (I actually can't connect at all anymore without it)

Miyu frowned as the messenger birds returned again, each one dropping the tiny notes at her feet. She untied them and glanced at the paper- still unread by their intended recipients. “That’s… odd,” she muttered, tilting her head. They should have made it by now. Maybe the winds were playing tricks, or perhaps someone had intercepted them. Shrugging, she tucked the papers into her satchel. Miyu’s impression of Mask-dono was as a strong, nimble owl, unlikely to end up captured. Miyu just hoped they were all right. The birds would try again tomorrow.

A woman left the emergency meeting in which it was decided by the people that Iryalen would submit to the Empire. Her blood boiled at the verdict. Not at the fear- fear was natural, human- but at the quiet acceptance of injustice, the cowardice forced upon them beneath the vast and unrelenting shadow of the Empire. She felt it across the land like a pressure upon the lungs: the knowledge that alone, no nation could rise to the challenge. But together- together, there remained a fighting chance. The woman tightened her grip upon the missive, its edges creased beneath her fingers. The words of the Rex, of slaughter and stolen children, struck her like a blow to the chest. She questioned if the life she had once planned still existed at all, or if this moment had carved her a new one entirely. She wondered how many more sons and daughters would be taken before someone stood tall. The forest wind caught her cloak as she stepped beyond the city’s borders, out into the vast wilds where the Empire’s hand grew thinner and her path grew clearer. She did not yet know the form her aid would take- blade, bow, diplomacy, sabotage, or something far older and quieter that stirred in her blood. But she knew this: She would not sit idle while tyrants carved the world to their liking. With the missive tucked against her chest, she set her feet upon the dirt road leading west, toward the Badlands- toward the Horde and the gathering storm.

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A lone girl moved through the undergrowth with the quiet certainty of someone who had long since learned to live without walls. When night fell, she chose a patch of earth beneath an old cedar and settled there, lowering her hood only once she was certain she was alone. From her satchel she drew a crumpled missive taken from the last settlement she dared approach. The parchment unfurled in her hands, moonlight tracing the ink as she read the ultimatum line by line. Her expression didn’t crack. No fear, no guilt- only a slow, steady tightening of the jaw. They blamed Iryalen, blamed the druids, blamed Ehiba-sama… blamed anyone but themselves. The same men who invaded her temple twice, who hunted her like prey, now positioned themselves as victims. She scoffed quietly. These declarations were not justice- they were excuses. Excuses to chase ghosts, to seize land, to control anyone they deemed lesser. She saw it clearly now, with a clarity she would never have had a year ago. Folding the missive, she tied it neatly and tucked it away. Whether hiding or wandering, she was still a student of Rokudo. Ehiba-sama entrusted her with survival- entrusted her with the temple’s future- and she would not bend to men who spoke of “harmony” with blood still on their hands. If they wished to hunt her to the edges of Azuras, then let them try. The girl rose, tightened the strap of her naginata across her back, and vanished into the trees- quiet, hardened, and utterly unwilling to kneel.

hiatus btw

Thanks @lemonkefor being a reason why getting out of bed instead of laying in it for 3 hours after waking up. Thanks @Wandfor moth pics Thanks lotc for letting me exist for 11 years. Thanks other people, sorry, I'm bad at writing these things because I already express my thanks to all of you every day. My brain is mush.

A girl found her way into an abandoned hovel somewhere on Azuras, clutching a letter in one hand and naginata in the other. She knew this was going to happen, eventually, but had hoped it would not be so soon. Without wasting a moment she flipped open the piece of parchment, eyes scanning the text. The first emotion she felt was anger, anger towards those who had pushed them so far, fists clutching the paper as if it were a bully that threatened her lunch money one too many times. Then there was anguish. She did not trust the man mentioned in the letter, as he was of Norland, and Norland led them to her when she had assumed it was safe there. She did not wish to return to Iryalen out of fear of bringing them pain due to her association with Ehiba. Then, akin to a barrel leaking its secrets, water dripped onto the paper. The girl’s eyes threatened to let loose a tidal wave built upon frustration and sadness. Her knees gave out, naginata clattering to the floor. Her fists crashed into the floor, kicking dust into the air as her sobs filled the room. The girl cried. Through the whole night, for a whole week, and those who traveled past the hut might have become convinced of a ghost haunting such, but once they gathered the courage to look- it was empty.

I like the color Kaiii used, lets do that one

I like smol, but can we change the color on this text please it's hurting my eyes <3