EagleEyeKK

[!] A copy of the missive had reached the hands of a certain elf, who had on this particular day, shut herself within the confines of her small home. Her eyes cautiously scanned the penned words, only for her fingers- no, her whole body to tense up. Parts of the missive were true, even she knew that. The long history of the nation she grew up with was enough proof. After all, the ones who adopted her had forced her to walk and watch the very same executions wrought onto others who were innocent. She begged to run, look away, but they had forced her to watch. She heard their cheers, their laughs, those darkened smiles…she remembered all of it. She didn’t blame the humans, part of her understood it. Just a little. But nothing can ever excuse violence. No justification ever could. It applied to Haelun’or, back then and now. But it just as much applies to the Imperials. There is no excuse. There is no righteousness. Not when children who had never asked to be there, were slaughtered for simply living in the same city. The Imperials had those same cheers, those same laughs, those same smiles. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. There is no excuse. The only semblance of respite was a woman who had told her to run, run and never look back. She remembered something then, all those years ago, when she finally escaped those silver walls. Her sisters had managed to sneak her out, one taking her by the hand as they ran in the dead of night. Run, as far as they could, where they to go, not even they knew. That same girl, with human ears yelled to the other two. “Run, keep running! Don’t stop! Don’t look back!”. How would that same sister think of the ones she thought of as kin, think of them now? The same ones who instilled the belief to be open with others, no matter their creed or race? The same ones who took her and her sisters in when no one else would? The same ones who they fought alongside? The elfess isn’t sure, maybe she will never know. She and her sisters had hoped for a world of peace. But that seems further away. The missive was thrown into the fire then. An old iron Lorraine cross, what remained of the past she had left, held within her palms as she knelt in front of the flames. Her hands clasped together tightly as she muttered under her breath. “Abby…what am I to do?” She was never the religious type. But today, she would pray for the lost lives. The innocent lives lost on both sides. Perhaps, they will be guided to a more peaceful afterlife. But one thing remained certain. The Dragon does not discriminate, but they are just as cruel and heartless as the “pure” silver.

A certain elfess tapped her stick along the ground as word of the missive had spread to her. Upon hearing the news, the elfess gave a look of confusion and simply dumbfounded. "Wh- I was there quite a few times. They were nice folk when I was there. What happened while I was gone?" As she spoke to herself, all she could do was pinch the bridge of her nose and groan. "Well, here we go again I guess." She murmured in annoyance before continuing on her way.

A certain blonde haired, green eyed elfess gazed upon the missive. Upon reading the missive, Ariselle gave a bright and wide smile. She was happy for Raziel and the Amethil talonnii and has seen firsthand how hard they were working. "Well done Raziel! I'm proud of you! I look forward to the future and the amazing things this talonnii will accomplish and the potential they will bring!" The elfess carefully folded the missive for safekeeping, then gazed outside her window quietly to enjoy the sunlight and clear skies.

A certain mali'aheral had received the missive, having it arrive in her home in Celia'nor. Reading through the missive with pale green eyes on a small wooden desk in her room, a frown had crept upon her lips. Sulieronn was a friend of hers, and the elfess knew quite well that Sulieronn was a great mage and a formidable one at that. The two had fought side by side when they attempted to siege one of the fortresses of the feared Harrower. Sulieronn had done well in fighting off the minions of the monster, as well as protecting both herself and the rest of the group. She recalled distinctively there was at least 25 to 30 of those mindless minions, many heavily armored and attacked their group specifically by tens. Sulieronn was able to kill a significant number of them, even killed 4 of them at once. Did Razad realize that fact? Perhaps he didn't, or perhaps he did. Either way, even a fool knows better than to turn their back on Sulieronn or throw him away, when he was probably one of the strongest mages in that nation. The elfess gave a sigh, her voice portrayed a tone of concern. "Whatever good intentions he may have had, may be gone or perhaps corrupted. I only hope that 'King' doesn't lead his students or his men to an early grave with his greed and thirst for power." The elfess commented to herself.

Word had spread to a blonde haired elfess. Inside her small room in Celia'nor, Ariselle stared at wooden ceiling above her as she laid down. Her eyes were red, her lips curled into a frown, and yet the shine that once occupied her eyes, that small glimmer of light had vanished. She had known the atrocities he had committed in his life, the mistakes he made. Yet with those dark memories came memories where Ariselle saw something more. A side to Lefkos where he was kind, protective, courageous, and selfless. One by one memories flashed in the elfess' mind. But one in particular stood out. A long distant memory now. Yet one that remains vivid in Ariselle's mind. All the memories she had of Lefkos, flashing one by one like slideshow. Each one were filled with happy memories and emotions, yet for Ariselle, they held pain, sorrow, and guilt. Strong guilt. One that eats away at her mind, bit by bit, consuming it with despair. 'Why didn't I stop him?', 'Why didn't I support him enough?', 'Why wasn't I there to prevent all this?' 'He hurt so many, innocents died.' 'But he did many good things too.' 'So why do I still feel for him?', 'Why do I still cry for him?' 'Why do I still...' And at that moment, the elfess sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall, no sound came from her lips as she sobbed into the night. For the first time in hundreds of years, since she was five years old, Ariselle felt truely ALONE. ALONE, and LEFT BEHIND once again. OOC:

A lone elfess stood alone in a small room in the winery outside Celia'nor. Removing her silk gloves, her figure moved to a small mirror that she had placed on a small stand filled with jewels and make up. Looking into the mirror she could see the scars on her ears, wrapping around below the tips of her elven ears. Sticking her tongue out she could see the scar there too, a circular one closer to the back of her throat. These were scars of the limbs she had lost, ones she had thought she could never get back. But Sarrion had chosen to help her. Thanks to him, she could hear again, she could speak again. Sarrion...one of her closest friends and one of the last friends that remained of her past, her childhood. Most had long died. Sarrion was there to talk to Ariselle when she needed, to share conversations about the world and the many curiosities that came with it. She could only hope she provided the same support he provided her. As all the memories flashed in her mind, including her visit to Lurin where he had wished her a peaceful life and her to him, she turned to the wall, tears streaming down her face like a dam finally exploding. She slammed her fist into the wall with a screech, her legs giving out as she crumbled up into a mess of a figure, sobbing. "Goodbye, my friend. I hope you find peace...maybe one day, I will see you again. In another world, another life. One day."

Ariselle had come to visit a small town nearby the ocean for a visit. Exiting the clinic, she glanced up to the sky as it seemed to split open. Her eyes widened and her face paled slightly. The only words that she could muster was "Oh, no..."

(WARNING: LOTS OF TEXT AND LONG POST IN SPOILERS! Sorry if it looks wacky ;-;) #1 (In spoiler is a gift I will be paying for someone ? ) #2 My Character Ariselle! #3 Alydril my Druid!

RP Name:: Ariselle MC Username: FlyingEagleEye Discord: You have it! (Private) What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Northgate? Why Do You Wish To Come?: I wish to discover the land prior to Vailor, I joined in Vailor and I want to see what Athera is, and I’m very excited to do so! What Skills Can You Bring?: Medical Knowledge, knows how to swing a sword and use a shield! RP Name:: Alydril Daemyr MC Username: EagleEyeKK Discord: You have it! (Private) What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Druids Why Do You Wish To Come?: I wish to discover the land prior to Vailor, I joined in Vailor and I want to see what Athera is, and I’m very excited to do so! What Skills Can You Bring?: Druidism, knows how to fight!

(Incoming Long Post, sorry!) A young high elven woman with blonde hair and green eyes traveled to the grave site, holding with her freshly grown a bouquet of white tulips, blue orchids, and red roses. She held with her a grim look, one of great sadness as she finally reached her destination. She stood there for a long moment, looking around at the offerings that were placed nearby. Flowers of all sorts, brought here for the man who was lost, she knew. She took a deep breath, nearly choking up though as she seemed near close to crying, but held it in. She moved to a spot near the grave, and paused, staring at it. ‘She never knew him...’ She can imagine the thoughts of other mali’thill, strangers. ‘I don’t understand why...’ ‘She never even met him...rather odd of her I would say...’ A pause. ‘Why does she care?’ She can hear them in her head, somewhat, replaying like a record starting a song once again. But maybe they had a reason to question her. She never knew him, she never met him, she doesn’t know who he is. All she knew was the situation that had occurred. So why then? Why do this? Why care when she never knew the guy? Why cry for him? Why bother? But she had her reasoning. For this situation, she dusted the negative rumors and the questioning that made her unease. Then a single thought- no, a memory popped up in her head, a saying that she remembers from long ago. “Why do you pay respects to someone who is gone, Haelun?” A young mali’thill child asked, and the woman knew it was her as a kid. A pause, and then a small smile, no anger, but of kindness and compassion, the mother knew the child asked out of curiosity and confusion. It was one of the only memories she has of her mother. “Because...every man and woman lives, and dies...that is life, but...paying respects puts the soul at peace and makes them happy. That way they aren’t sad or angry. Some die...by their own hands...” She paused. “Why?” “Some do it because of the pain they suffered, or the pain they think or caused to others...it makes them sad...truly...” The child paused and then said. “Then...then we’ll make them happy, right? Won’t they get lonely?” “Not if you visit them often...it makes them happy too...” The mother then smiled and the memory fades to another, or perhaps a dream? The woman can’t remember which. Two children are playing, both girls, and they seemed happy and carefree. They were playing tag...the mali’thill child seemed to be smiling wide. “Can’t catch me!” The other child, older, with a burn scar on her face and the mali’thill woman recognized as her best friend from long ago, smirked as she chased her. “Oh yeah? Watch me, just you wait!” They run into the graveyard, and the older child paused at a grave site, she stopped and stared at it. It was the grave of another child, a stranger. The mali’thill child noticed this and ran back to see what caused her best friend to stop. “What is it? Is something wrong?” The other child did not answer, instead she walked around, where she picks a lonely red flower, almost looks like fire, and walks back to the grave, planting it where the grave was. The mali’thill watched in silence, frowning in confusion. The best friend then closed her eyes and held her head low, in respect, and the mali’thill tried her best to match what she was doing. After a long moment of silence, the older girl spoke. “...Death can be sad...y’know?” A pause. “Some die leaving loved ones behind, but some die alone...and it’s sad to think if they wanted to be alone or not...or wanted to have someone...” She took a deep breath. “No one should be alone...it’s their choice if they want to be but...that’s why I did this...to make this person not so lonely...” The girl then stood up and gave a smile, perhaps one of determination. “It also gives me a reminder, to live life! That’s what life is about, right? To live it?” The mali’thill stood in amazement, but she gave a smile back, nodding. “Y-Yeah!” “Keep that in mind, okay? Now...you might wanna start running...” The mali’thill paused. “Why?” “Before I tag you!” The best friend laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a fifteen second head start, okay?” The older girl smirked and it all fades to reality. The mali’thill then shook her head, with her reasoning in mind. She came here so to give respects to the man who had died. Yes, she never knew him, or even may not have met him. But she didn’t care. She didn’t care if this wasn’t the social normal right now. She wanted the man to be happy, and even not be alone. She wanted him to rest in peace, so his soul can move in. She never really knew about an afterlife, but she hoped the man would still be happy. Even if she was a stranger. The mali’thill woman then began to plant the flowers carefully. Once that was done, she pulled out a note she had written. And set the note beside the flowers. The note read like this: “Pelilasdir Vontia’athem, To a man, who I may not know, yes, but even then, I still cry for the dead. I hope you live happy now, maybe beyond here...and that you are not alone...know that your loved ones will always love you, that they will never forget you, that you are someone who had loved and was loved. Don’t forget the good sides, the good memories, and I hope you rest in peace. To the loved ones of Pelilasdir Vontia’athem, I can only wish the best for you, I am sorry for the pain and the situation caused...I only pray he didn’t suffer badly in the end, and that he is happy. But don’t forget him. Remember all the happy memories, the laughs, the inspirations, the happiness that he gave and shared. With best wishes to heart. Sincerely, Ariselle [!] A poem was also added to the bottom of the note. It read: “Roses are red, Violets are blue, Even in or no crime. They still shine, But none brighter than you, Some may not have a clue, But you shined silver, tears that mark a tale, at least for a stranger.” Once the woman had set all her items down, she stood up, speaking softly. “Rest in peace, llir, I only hope you are happy.” And then the woman made her trail away, but not without finally crying.

House Number: 13 Your Name: Ariselle Do you live alone? Yes/No Names of Additional Occupants (if applicable): N/A Your Relationship with the Occupants (if applicable, e.g. spouse, children, sibling): N/A

I have a similar problem, actually. When I try to log in to rp on my alternate account, I can’t log in. It goes all the way to Joining World and then Loading Terrain. Soon after the game darkens, like one would when transferring to the Lobby or vise versa, and then I’m kicked out, saying “Disconnected”. I tried an alternate route by trying to log into the lobby server which I still had the IP on my computer, but it says something exactly like in the screenshot above in the first post of this thread. I logged off for a bit to eat, then I come back and run into this problem. I don’t believe I’m using VPN or Proxy, restarted my MC, restarted my laptop, switched wifi’s, I essentially did what I thought could help but didn’t. And my alternate account has been whitelisted for a while, and my main account has been whitelisted since 2015. If you guys can help to identify, fix, or tell of a solution, it would be greatly appreciated, thank you!

Name: Songleain Age: Eight Race: Half Dark-Elf, Half Snow Elf Gender: Female