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Oooo, yessss!

🐝 doin’ the lord’s work, I can’t BEE-lieve it.

This! This is what I came to see! +10, 10, 10s across the board

“Perhaps we should send a care package of mina! It’s so unfortunate that our silver brothers and sisters are trapped somewhere so... third-world. They’d surely appreciate some financial assistance with their travel fees.” Ellanaerys beamed!

at [redacted] & [redacted] for enriching me with this roleplay experience, can't wait to see it come back!!!!!!??????????

triggered.

bigtitgirl

very good, very good

“Prince? The title is bad enough, but held by an Elf possessing not even a droplet of pure blood? They must be joking.” Athri’leyun Laraethryn grumbled upon reading the document. She’d then crumble the parchment within her open palms before tossing it into the smoldering fireplace. “Furthermore, who authorized this horridly lewd depiction of the female reproductive system as the sigil for such a lackluster house of Mali’ame? Then hung it like a ribbon under the sacred Silver City’s reputation.” She’d cry out in anger.

wow

The Fjarriagua passed back and forth upon creaking planks of wood making up a shanty looking dock. Her arms tightly crossed over her chest and her chin seemingly digging into her chest. Finally she’d come to a halt and glance over to the right, her reflection painted perfectly back at her. A frown violently ripped through all of the barriers and breached the surface of her visage - the witch’s features turning in on themselves, weeps with no tears. The sound of rushing water consumed her from all sides. Waves crashing up against the stone island that was the Krag? No, no- It’s certainly one of Svette’s pets! It sounded like so many moments in her head, but each of them was foggy and difficult to recall. She knew the name of the rock she came from, but couldn’t remember much about it. A flooded basement, a green gleaming stone sat in the center of the pool. Kokudam’s voice guiding her: “̷̮͕̱̠͎̹̖͔͖͓̙̺̪̿͜S̸̖̝̏́̊̀̽̕͝͝͝i̶̢̛̞̪̜̬̮̻̫̘̥̲̒͂͐̃́̍͊͒̚ͅs̵͉̣̃̄̋̈͛̒̍t̴̛͚̯͉͖̼͕̪̝͚̲̅͂͑ȩ̶̡̟̪͈̘̬̟̞̠̻̪̖̣͌͌̐̍͒̄̋͆̀͛̾̇̉̚͜͠ŗ̴̺̉̀͂̒͒͒̃́͆͋̈́̏̔͜,̵̢̨̛͉̮̭͖̘̣͇̱̫͖̭̳͜ ̷̛̩̥̤̙͕͈̀͌̏̊̍͠͠p̵̟͙̲̳̰̺̯̝͈̪̈̑̈́̌̌̓̃̕͠l̵̢͕̙̭̩̳͇̯̪̘̠̭͓̝̀̔̃̈́̐̐̒̐́̄̈́̿̃͘͝ė̶̡̝̠͆͆́̈́̔̎͐̆̐̉̈́̌͘͝a̶̧͕̮̦͍͒̾͗̔̂̔̈́͊͆̀̑͛͆̚s̶̗͎̳̟͌̍̎́͊͂̄̋͆͂͠͝e̵̯͔͚̎͑̉́̏̏͌̃̈̽͛̑͐͐ ̵͕̤͙̱͚͎͎͉͔̮̘̲̯͈̈̈́́̐̚ͅt̷̡͇͍̮̳͗͌̈́̓͋̀̑̌͌̕͠r̷̨̧̧̟̙̘̼̼̙̺̝̅͑̾͒̒̾͘͠e̸̦͈̲̞̪̳̥͓̅̈͒̾̿͛̔̇̌̌̃̓͝ͅa̷̧̢̬̮͎͔̹̗͇̺̣̰̤͍͈͂̌́͒̒̐̍͒͝͝d̷̨̢͚̥͇̄̈͛́͐̾̉͐́͋͋̍̍͑̄ͅ ̶̫͙̻͓̗͉͓͈̣̰̭̹͑̏̽͋͗̑̅̕w̵̛̫̦̳̲̻̤̥̘̑́̍̌̓̐ͅi̷̢̡̙̠̺͖͇̠̻̗̿̒͂̐̾͗̓̐̊̄̀̔͜t̵̨̠̲̜͕̠̎̆̇́̈́̂̍̈͂̊͠͝h̸̢̝͍̤̗̖͉̰͎̦̮̲̏ ̶̛̲̮̣̦͆̋̿̾̏̿̒́̌́̽̐̆̚c̵̝̤̦̼̆́͂̃̐̑̀͌́̓̽͝à̶̧͉͍͉͎͕̃u̴̢͖̮̘̺̼͍̻̖͗̿̅̆͂ͅt̴̨̜̩͐̀̉͜i̵̥͓͓̥̖̬̩̮̻̰̾̄̈́͊͊̔͜o̷̰͍͙͚͚̓̐̽͝n̶̢̫̭̬͓̈́̓́́̉̽̑.̴̨̨͚͍͛”̵̧̙̗̫͙͍̹̟͖̄̃͛̀͆̆́̂̆͜ͅ Whatever happened to that girl? Morrigan? Mae? Whatever happened to Benjamin? So many names swam throughout her head as the water ran, and the witch would slam her eyes shut - turning away from her reflection in pure devastation. Iralee and Ceto, my sisters, where did they go? When had they left? A keep, white columns with a long bridge from the shore. An Ascended moved back toward the building, leaving behind the body of an unrecognizable witch. She tried her best to make up her face, but couldn’t quite get it into focus. Vivec, Hauxir, Drahomira… and Belladonna! She could never forget them. They’d always been there. Vivec, he was the one who fed your spirit and gave it the strength to make peace with the curse. He taught you about the political parties of this one foreign place. He was always there… even if everything else around her melted away. Perhaps that’s because Vivec was not composed of ice, but fire. The only flame the witch welcomed. A shiver ran up her spine, the idea that one day he might be extinguished — put out like the rest. “̸̯̻̘̲̱̼̦̠̫̺̜̌̒͐̀͆̍̎̏̀̇̊̃̃̄̋Y̸̧̝͕̦͋͗̄̐̚̕ṑ̸̡̰͕̰̱̹͎̗͉̈́̒̏̃͘͝͠͝͠u̶̡̦̮̼͒̐̄̈́̓̿̚͝ ̵̨̣̯̱̮̰̗̞́̌̉͌d̸͉̟̻͙͇̬̣͖̱́̈̄̈͜͜͠ǫ̵͈̥͉̫̖͇̺͌̇̎͜ṅ̶̯̮̠̬̤̻̿̄͆̍̏̅͂̌̿̆’̸̞̿̉͒̎̓̀̒̆̕͝t̸͙̰̭̱̹̮̱̎̊̽̋̕̚͜͠͝ ̴̙̖̼̮̝͇̺̝̬͖͍̆͂̽͆̇͆͜͜g̴̟̖̿̅̅̓͌͛̿̐̿͝ȩ̸̢͎̳̳̥̱͎̊͛̊̓̂͠t̵̜̳̜̪̙͓͖̘̹̪̮͓͂̒́̊̑͝ ̸̥͍͕͕͈̱̮̗̞̩͛͋̉̔̈́͑͘̕t̶̙̹͒̋̈́͌̆̀͊͑͐̓̚͜͝͝ỡ̴̢̧̟̳̠͎̀̐̿͊̉̏̂̓̕̚͠ ̸̡̥̻̐̅͂̐̆͌͑̋̿̃̅͊́͆ļ̵̬̺̳̞̱̳̜̬̇̚͜͜e̴̥̥̙͎̫͚͙̰͈̮͐̈́̾̎͜͜a̷̡̫͇͚̖̮͖̘̦͙̳̺͆͊̚͜͜v̴̦̈́͂̂̈́̂̽͌̍̃̒̄͐̌̍͠ë̴̘͆̐̾ ̸͍̖̯̤̩͔͉̖͚̏̓͋̌̽m̶̛̼̰̺̭̖̼̦̹̈̿͂͛̀̉̂́̑̇͝ͅë̴͎̟̼̪̺́͗́̏̋̍͆͒̈́̽̃ ̴̡̬̞̗̽̍̽̈̒͒̒̾́̕͝ȟ̵͓̠͇̥̂̀̔͒̿͆̃̋͝͝ͅḙ̷͈̦̺̯̯̱̖̟̖̹̲̯̱͋͋̍͆̇̍̆̿̾̾͝ͅr̷̫̱͓͕͖̭̜͓̥͇̀̓́̚̚ė̵̯͓̺̭́̓̓͂̚̕ ̴͕̹̻̫̎̀̐̀̈̑͛͠ȧ̵̧̡̱̗̫̰̘́͌͑̾̾͂̀͋͌̽͒̑͘͝l̸͔̦͈̞̯̤͌͌͗̎́ļ̶̡̛̠̰̦̤̖̦̤̺̞̑͛̈̊͗͂ ̶̘̙͂b̷̡̢̞̰̘̗̳̂̀͝y̴͕̥͕̻̝̲̜͋ ̶̢͔͚̤̻̹̪̈̀̂̊͆̽̐̚ͅm̶̜̭̣̦̭̍̇̔̐́̔ý̸̛̼̩̞̖̩͙̆́̐̂̿̋͑͊̑̅͊̚͝ş̷̰̰̦̽͝e̸̤̟̺̳͓̹͈̦͈̣̠̫̓̆͑͊͋͘͜l̶̢͎̞͙̞̱͈̳̊̐́̈́͘f̵͉̝̺̗̞̺̰͌̆̈́̌̔̊̾̌͑̚͝!̷̻̄̏ ̵̧̛͉̂̊̎̈́́̀̎̾̆̈̍I̸̢̛̞̮̟͍̝͖͖̲̠͙̦͎͇̋̑̀̿̈̎͗̍’̷̝́̾̑͘ĺ̷̨̨̧̤̹̳͍̜̲̲̗̥̈̀̇͑̆̑͝l̶̡͙͚̙̪̲̰͖̥̭̖̭̒͗̇́͝ͅ ̷̡̡̨̢̜͚̱̙̱̞̼̞͋̒͂̃̈̈̆͌͒̒͆̑̑̒̈́͜k̷̡̮͚̝͔͚͈̲͉͔̖͉͙̀̚ē̴̡̨̧̫͓̝̫̦͎̗̦̬̗̳̳̇̌̏̎̆͋̎̃é̷͇͈̞͍̤̞̼͖̻͍͙͗̔̊̆͋͊͘p̸̛̛͍͕̩̥̮̥̼̈́̀͊̈̆̈́̍̾͌͂̽̈́͘ ̸̧̛̛̳̠̘͑̈́̔͒̄͑̾̆̓̓͂͘͝ÿ̴͆̑̑̅ͅͅở̶͔̥͎̟̘̺̓̉̅̃̑͐͘u̵̼͍̥͎̺̔̄̓̋̃͝ṟ̵̢̮͖̩͖͔͈̻̜̱̠̖͂̒̈́̒̄̇̿͊͂̇͋͘͜ ̵͉̘̝̥̔̎̓̈́̔̓͆̈͌̿͊̕͝p̷̟̠̓̋̏̎̓̉̕͠ḩ̶̜̯͔̝͓͓͍̼͓̞̮́̓̈́͑̀̋̆̔̈̄͊̅̋̚͠ỳ̶̛̮̣̥̺̘̘͙̪̟̮̯͓͜ͅl̶̠̅͊͒̉̓̂̓̊́͘̚͝ã̴̡̪̩͖̳͙̯̳̹͈̣̍̐̾̒̌͊̎́͛͒c̷̢͔̮̯̙͖̫̹̫̞͍͈̹̜͊ţ̵͔̣̦͚̲̭̯̽̂̄̑̒͜e̶̡̤̥̮͍̻̼̬̮̠̹̗̙̅̋͐̆͑͗́ͅr̶̦̝͎̭͔͎̬̝͚̞̰̗͗͘ͅy̴͕̜͉̱̞̣̪̩̍̆̔̅͆̌͐́̾̕͝͝ ̸̢̢̙͚̗͖̭͔̟̻͚̈́̇̓̓̀͊̈́͂̀̒̊̓m̸̤̲͕̜̱̪̩̳̰͍̲̀̏̐̄̂̓̇̂̃̈́̕y̶̼̙̥̗̲͔͛s̴̫͓̻̩̆́̾̔͂̀̅͋̕͠ͅḙ̵͖̤̳̼̦̗̙̹̯̝̔̽̊͆̾̿̔̎̈́͂͘ͅľ̵̛͙͔͙͖̝̰̹̪̹̖͊̈́̈́̍̂͠ͅf̷̧̮͒͒̄ͅ,̸̯͍̹̼̩̤̥̞̬͕̬̮͎̈́́͊͌͋͛́̐̈́̚̚͜͠ͅ ̸̨̼̯͍̝̱̤͙͙̯̯̥͉̮͉́̐̇̾̈́͐͂͆̃̂̃͠á̴̫͎̘̂͗ñ̷̛͔͈̫̼̝͉̘̗̫̘̝̞̼̋̕ḋ̸̨̧͈̰̝̉̈́̈́̃͠ ̷̗̫̥̐̒y̴̡̳̗̙̯̣̩̘͚̞̻͇͛̆͊̇͛͆̃̃͋̔̋̕͜͝ơ̴̡͍̝̋͂̇͗̈́̃̂̍̑̾̚͝u̵̞̮̘͋͝ ̷̠̺͈̫̑̀͋͐̕͜c̷̨̼̦̖͇̖̪̤̦̪̀̎͆a̴͖̠̟̖̾̂̈́̈́̈́͂͌̽͂̔͘ń̴̼̞̻̦̖̥͖̻̠̠̽́́͑̿̀̓͐̚ͅͅ ̶̗̗͍̈͘s̵̡̫̥͔̺̗͋̓̄͆̎̾̀̿ṗ̶̥͓͓̥͇̹̲͍̲̜̱͗̀̄̿̈́͐̄̐͘͝͝ͅe̸͔͉̭͛̈́̓̾͂͛͝͝n̵̨̤̺͓̼̳̞͚͓̻̙̅̀̄̀̌̋̓̚ͅd̸̦̜̗̗̲̬̠̩̳̗̲͚̗͚̩̎̾̈́̓͑͌͌́͐̿͘̚͝ ̴̧̲͇̓͋͆͊͘͜͝ͅa̶͚̤͛͐̽̅̈́̂̽͆̕͘͘͝l̶̖̲̎̇̈̽̏͒̓͂̀̽̃͠l̴̢̺̦͓̤̰̙͙̖̭̪͊̒́̿̿̈́͒ ̴̨̢͎̦͓͈̬̄́̓̅̒̎̍͒̋͘͜ȏ̴͓̥̳̤̙̃̃͊̒͠͠͝f̸͇̱̌̔̏̓̈́̃̄͘͘͝ ̴̖̺̪̲̻̩͔͕̳͛̿̎ͅȩ̵̩̰̹̱̟͇̹̮͚̻͎̺̩̀͗͐̈́̉̍̈́͋̆t̴̢̼͓̩̣͓͕͉̞̩̤͙̱͛͑͛̾͒̑́͜ͅę̶͍͎̰͕̼͍̠͇͓̹͑͐͌̾̀̐̓̉̇̈́̏̕͝͝ṟ̴̡̨̨̗̰̻͕̭̮̪̗̔͂́͜n̴̛͚̺̠̖̝͖͈̠̯̄́̎̏̅͗͋̌̈́̓̉̊̕͝ͅȋ̴̤͗̉͛́̆̇̓̍̆́t̷̤͓̥̞̒̀̐͑͒̌͆̽̚y̷̱͎͍͌̀͗̂̽̑̈̈́̇̂̑͜͝͝͠ ̸̧̣̦̝̯̼̲͇̬̝̞̺͍̞͌͂̓̆́̎̇̐̔͐́͌͒͜͝͝r̴̢̙̮͚̼̲͓̪̘̝̀͒̀̄́͗͗̓̈́͆͂́̃̇é̵̢̛̹͎̦͆̽̇̑̿̃́̚͝m̶̧̱͓͉̻̪̞̹̬̥̱̫̹̝͔̑̾͛̊̅̇͑̕̕͠i̸̛͇͂̾͑̉̋͌̑̐̓̊͘n̷̩̗̲̞̺̹̭̖̔́̈̾͜͝d̷͙̭̜̱̗̜̮̹̫̘͇̗́̔͋̈́̾̋͆̈̃́ͅi̷̡̥͐̄͆̈̔̀̐͒͆̈́́̕ṅ̸̜̉͂̌̎̃͆̈́̄͛̂͋̄̔͝g̸̨̮̟͉͉͓̤̭̞̹̔̀̽̽͜͜ͅͅ ̸̨̛̻̹͕̤̼̙̣̞̮͕̔́͒́͌͋̏̚m̵͔̝͕̼͚̹̲̅̑͗̂͗̆͌ẹ̸̡̡̠͍͎̳̜̠̬̅͗ ̷̨̨̻̭̤̻̣̱͎̠̍̉͂̔͂͒̕ͅơ̶͎͉͔͚̼͚̦̬̰͇̘̑͑͋̅̈͋͆̌͂̕͜f̴̧̢͍̥͔̫͚̣͑̔̌̂̒͑ͅ ̸͖̟͐͋͐̐m̴̡̢̯̊́́̀̄̍̆͊́̄̐́͋y̸͚̽̈́͂͒̄̇̆̕͝͠ ̴̪̖̼̻̞͇͗͆̌̎̉̿̒̀̎̍͗̈͗͐͜ͅs̸͙̤͊̉͐̇͒͗̊͊̕͝͠ẻ̸̘̭́̐̀͂͐̈́̄̎͌̕͠ḷ̶̟̤̹̤̙̠̟̜̖͚̱̼̽̋̎͆͒̊͊̌̃͑͝f̸̡̧̹̦̖̗̥̬̰̲̈́͠î̸̛̛̪̲̦͉̮̦͕͂͆͌̉̐̋̇̐͘͜͝͝s̵̨̲̠̹͊̿h̷̨̼͙̱̟̹̪̃̽̌̑̾ņ̵̢̢̪̞̻͙̳̙̥̝̹͇͂̄͜͜é̶̡̛̠͙̜͎̦̀͑̾̄̿s̸̢͇͙͇̰̯͍̼͈̼̰̖̦͗̎ş̶̡̧̩̤̫̮̦̬͖̘͎̩̺̜̒̇͋̾͗̒̇́̈́͐̋̓͘̕͝.̸̯̪̘́̑̽̏͒͆̐̎̈́̿͊͘͝͠”̴̗͍͉̬̦͙͇̘̮̳͊̀͐́̾̇̄̂̓̊̈́ͅ She opened her eyes and saw him standing at the stairs of the dock, brow raised upright and a barely curious demeanor emitted from him. “What the **** are you doing?” He’d ask his words spun into one of his usual playful jabs. Relief. She just smiled back at him, before quickly rushing towards him. Happy as can be to follow his lead to their next destination.

The witch circled the bubbling cauldron, running her nails along the rim with a devilish grin painted on her features. “Ra’drakurz raht roknoth kuul ra’vaznan amol tul.”

Penelope Iriel throws up in her mouth.

((OOC Information)) What is your Discord?: Luvvyy#8103 What is your Minecraft Profile Name?: Weavess What is the ideal time for you to partake?(Please use GMT as well as EST for convenience ;_;): EST ((Only IC past this point.)) What is your name?: Penelope Iriel How old are you?: 200 What is your race?: Mai’aheral Are you aware of the rules of the College and that not conforming with them will attract consequences?: Yes What class do you wish to teach, of the options? (X) Mali’san, Elven Language () Mali’aheral Culture () Mali’aheral History () Natural Philosophy (X) Thaumaturgy () Common Studies () Health/First Aid What is your experience on the chosen subject?: I am highly educated in Mali’san and Thaumaturgy, those being primary studies of mine. Why is it you wish to teach said subject?: To provide education. What is your interpretation of the phrase "Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya" and what does it mean to you?: Progress and health, and by providing my services I can make progress towards the famine of education which plagues our youth. How many Elven Hours a week are you able to dedicate to this profession?: As often as you’d need me. Anything else you wish to add?: Will speak to you.

FREE IMCOOKIIE!! HE AIN’T DO NUTHIN

yeah, me either yikes wtf you know i adore you and anything you post. i think i was tryna get at the idea that this could be used to shape bigger more interesting storylines. idek.

(OOC) MC Name: Weavess (OOC) Discord: Luvvyy#8103 Name: Elise Age: Legal to drink Race: Mali’aheral Position applying for: Anything you need me for~ Do you have any prior experience?: Plenty

i mean of course i love it, but that’s not saying much clearly i have no taste. for starters, in the redlines of this magic it uses the term “OOC Consent” a lot, no where did it say you had to ever do anything this magic is capable of. at literally no penalty you can say “no thanks to that roleplay for my character, next” and SS? now, pale blood magic has abuse vibes beyond anything you might potentially think comes from this... but that magic is nearly never seen? people are actively doing a good job at player retention in specific magic communities. i haven’t seen any striga gone wild all map. no necros spamming a drain. it’s not the same place anymore. idk why you guys actively shoot yourselves in the foot with stuff either. it’s bad enough that we shoot down every chance to have actually impactful events, because y’all don’t like seeing people having nice things - not even yourselves. the actual DRAMA energy radiating from submission this is too turnt. the **** that could go down in history from the unnoticed actions puppeteered by the bartender?! the lounge singer finding out the conversation with a newly gained fan is not quite as innocent as it may seem. a court mage using their ability to influence the noble they serve, they managed to have their in-prisoned friend released. what if they question this random change in heart? what if they suspect you of doing such a thing?