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Esayla came to eventually know of her father's death. She frowned, not speaking to her mother as she darted across the hall to her room. One by one she began to pour mixtures of poisons out the window. The tiny half-elf leapt up onto her bed, pulling a pillow down to her chest. Truthfully, she was saddened that her Maln had perished but at the same time he was the man who cheated on her mother, and disowned his oem'ii for not a reason. In the end, he got what he deserved. 

7 hours ago, Ambduscias said:

Want to play the wife of my friend? @Sansa Fangirl~ is a good man

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• Vuln'llyt Fi'talareh [] 
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~Medea Adil

She knew that it would be soon.

Everyone in the household knew somewhere, deep down that he  had limited time. No one suspected how close of course. Deep down they knew-

It was close.

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 A sleepless female trotted back and forth, in front of her very own bedroom. Her husband had began to look worse, and his fevers had worsened. More importantly, he had not risen.

 “Haelun” Her second daughter approached, still in her nightgown. She immediately went to hug her mother, giving an extra squeeze, “Garra is waking everyone else up, they should be here soon. How are you doing?”

 “Not too good.” Zani muttered softly. She resumed her pacing, fearing the worst. Percy had been ill for several years now, in the more recent months he seemed to worsen, “If.. something happens, promise me that you will let me talk to the mar’oemii?”

 “Of course,” Eona murmured, looking like an absolute mess. She’d been constantly worrying for her father, almost as much as her mother. Her hands shook a bit as she looked to the door with concerned eyes, already filled with tears of anxiety.

 “We’re here!” Garra shouted across the hall, practically pulling a half-asleep Laurance behind her. As one would guess, the girl wore a long and poofy pink sleeping gown- with the boy wearing something more similar to Eona. Clinging to Garra’s other hand moved the youngest child, dressed in lavender.

 “Haelun.. What is going on now?” Laurance asked groggily, pulling his arm away from his sister’s grasp.

 As if it was planned, the doctor stepped out from the room with an expression schooled into neutrality, “He isn’t going to make it.” He deadpanned,  “I suggest that you all say goodbye..”

 Zani nodded, watching carefully as the doctor stepped aside allowing them to enter the room. They did as he said, stepping inside slowly. Zani’s face paled at the sight. Percy rested in the bed with a face almost as pale as hers, his eyes a cold mask of death. The children were quiet as their mother stepped forward. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk.. This was not the man she married all those years ago. His hair was now completely white, different than the brown she had grown to love.

 “He’s.. really not going to make it.” The words practically burnt the entire way they came up. Her gaze began to blur, she didn’t even notice that tears began to stream down her cheeks.

 “Maln isn’t..?” Laurance’s eyes grew wide, only coming to the realization as to why his elder sister woke him. He stepped up to his mother, resting a hand on her shoulder giving a light squeeze. He still clung to an argument he and his father had about the loss of Northmarch, but held his tongue for his family’s sake.

 Eona stared at her mother, unable to comprehend the emotions surging through her at the moment. She’s never felt this before, never felt such a loss, for she never cared about someone as much as her parents before they took her in. What was she to say, or do? How is she supposed to respond to this?

  “He looks so..” Garra trailed off, her gaze dropping to the floor. She picked Aerin up off of the ground, the child being too young to even understand the concept of death.

  “I..-I can’t.” Zani stuttered taking a step backwards. This was the one thing she had feared the most, not war, not her own death.. She couldn’t handle it. She turned, exiting the room, leaving the ‘children’ to give their final goodbyes to their father.

Percius Mauntel

1576-1623

17 hours ago, Kukiii said:

Erolas Ba’ikana,

Rightful Prince of the Mali’ker kin

Chieftain of the Warhawkes, Patriarch of the Ba'ikana Clan

Protector of Leyu’celia & Riv’vallel , Keeper of the Blue Flames

Head of the Tahorran’tuvia, Cosmic Guard of the Tahorran’okar

Keeper of the Stars and the Moon, Protectorate of Bokolos

 Chirr snickers from the afterlife at Erolas's many titles.

One Little Sprite Please

Forum Name: Lil Nugget

MCName: TheDarkestDelf

Animated or Still: Animated

Race: Half-Elf

Gender: Female

Skin:

Is it Complicated: Nahh

A certain female huffs, leaning back in her seat. She sent a wave of the hand towards one of her 'companions' sending the younger messenger to exit. "Couldn't be bothered to invite me, hm? Well. That's rude."

Application

Username: jESUSkryST

Character name: Calypso Delevoye

Character's race and age: Dark Elf, 12

Skill sets: I can make dollies!

Major Nation Affiliations: I 'unno what that means.

Skype: ((P sure you got it))

Name: Felyn Cookaria

Age: Twenty-Two

Race (if not mali'ker, an interview will be conducted before citizenship can be required): Mali'ker

Notable skills and/or professions: Current Matriarch of the Cookaria Clan, Baking.

How many will be housed under your name? (Please provide their names and information as well): Two, Balsam Cookaria. Nhildril Cookaria.

Do you accept the Onyx Law and by extension the law of the Dominion?: I do.

((OOC))

MC Name: Kryyyyyy

Other(s) MC Name(s): NotTrinnnnnn, _Owen

Skype(s): You got 'em.

A certain 'ker sighs from the Ancestral Plane.

4 minutes ago, KorusPrime said:

"Why does it have to be a man that leads all the races?" asks a skeptical Cinh, quirking a brow. "Why not an elf, or a dwarf, or an orc, or better yet, a council formed of all four Descendant Races?"

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A nearby Medea chucked softly, before speaking, "I hereby proclaim myself Queen of Axios, protector of the realm!" She exclaimed, rising to stand on her seat waving a fork around. 

Dunno why she was denied last time, but +1 again.

Zani Mauntel Signs! 

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I need mina desperately, and what is a better way than to open up another Skin/sketch shop?! Nothing i say!

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400 For outfit with shading.

300 For minimal shading (either new skin or outfit)

200 for no shading.

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The Fat heads are 200.

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A young elfess remained seated, her knees held tightly to her chest. Even though her tears had ceased falling, the hurt remained.

"First haelun passes, and now Jayce goes missing."

She shook her head, not even bothering to watch the massive Ker wolf enter the room, one of the last things she still had that was her mothers. The Wolf laid down, it's tail wrapping protectively around the girl. The cub she didn't lose. Felyn leaned against Pastry and wept.

A dark elf sighed, plodding back into her abode with a gentle sigh. She collapsed onto her couch causing raven hair to fly loosely from her shoulders. She rolled onto her back, lips forming a thin line.

   “They all left you.”

   A single voice purred, a tone she hadn’t heard since her early years.

Nearly half a century had passed since then. She tuned it out, instead scanning her scarred hands. Each cut and slice she had inflicted all those decades ago. And for what, a boy? Foolish. Oh how foolish she was.

   “We don’t care about you, we gave you false hope because you were an oem’ii.”

  The second voice spoke in such a sweet tone.

Her gaze shifted to the other side of the room, her kitchen. The elfess shook her head whispering to herself, “That’s a lie, I have lliran.”

   “Is it really? I’m engaged and working to become a druid. Is it selfish of me to live my life without you in it? Or are you so self-centered that you believe everything revolves around you.”

   Her ex-lovers voice cooed sending a shiver down her spine.

She bit down onto her lower lip shaking her head once more. “You’re right. But I’m not alone.”

   “Yes you are haelun, not even Maln and I aren't with you.”

   A young woman’s voice replied, quickly and mercilessly.

The elf didn’t even get to reply before another voice spoke.

   “You aren’t my sister. You never have been, and never will be. You’re a worm who lies and shares a false smile. You earn friends through trickery and foolishness, because you don’t want to admit that you are actually all alone, and that no one will ever have an interest in you whatsoever.”

  Her sister’s voice hissed.

She snapped.

 She rose and moved towards the kitchen, sliding a knife out from it’s hold. She continued up the stairs, and called on her two ravens. She scribbled down hastily made notes placing them in the bird’s talons sending them off.

   She wasted no time, not giving the option for either of the two loved ones to rush back home, to try to stop what her final action would be, “Ancestors be with me.” She mumbled, carving the knife into her neck.

 To any Mali in ‘Ker nor, loud howling would come from the Cookaria home, where they would find a deceased baker dead on the floor of her bedroom.

I-I want one

  The Haelun of Nerrin swore under her breath as she learnt of the news, sinking back down into her seat of the chair she rested in while staring at the beaming sky. She shook her head, keeping her lips thinned and unreadable, "Nerrin's ex-lover killed herself. I believe our son may need someone to talk to- who is not my haelun." She spoke to her wife in a casual manner, before sighing. She had played a critical role in the death, but seeing as it hurt her oem'ii there were no regrets. "Andria!" She shouted again huffing.

Male: Rowan, Dorian, Rhysand, Cassian.

Female: Caelina, Aelin, Feyra, Nesta.

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MCName: Uh, jESUSkryST_? I think that's the account.

((RP))

Name: Thessalia Elverhilin

Reason to Join: Seeing as I never got to be part of it full time previously, I wish to rejoin.

Please list your Magi Standard (Journeyman, Evoker, Etc): Journeyman.

Have you read and understood the Codex: I have.

+1. Yes.

"Dammit, if only it was naked women.." Luna mumbled, her grin only growing. She was then quite possibly smacked by her wife.

Dammit. Got my hopes up.

Who is your favorite character (any character on LoTC, you can't pick Lefkos.)

Why are you such a loser?

Zani squints at the parchment, before throwing her hands up in the air, "What the **** is this, no I do not know. **** this, I'm going to go get vodka."