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News spreads of the tragic death of Loreena Delevoye, the circumstances surrounding her death lay a mystery but those who perished along with her will carry that story to the watery grave but stories don't die so easily... stories last forever; the merchant ship 'Hope' gently glided across the open ocean in search of a port to offload their goods and restock, Loreena was a deck hand on this ship although if you asked anybody they would no doubt say they had never seen her before, she would keep to herself when she could. The ocean was calm, only a few ripples in the horizon could be seen from the deck, the crew slept safe and sound in the hull rocked to sleep by the gentle sway of a gallion, they hung from their hammocks and slept but Loreena was again sitting out on the deck watching the moon in the sky and the stars flicker, she finally began to fall under the spell of the sea and drift off to sleep but was interrupted by the rumbling of a wave, it sounded like an earthquake from a distance but as it neared the shadow of the colossal wave eclipsed the ship, the once large looking gallion was but a speck in the monsterous wave threatening to consume the ship and all onboard, there wasn't much time to react, only a few onlooking faces caught the sight of the wave as it plunged them in the icey depths and left them adrift in the deathly waters relying on but a plank to keep them afloat but it was clear that they wouldn't last the night and they were correct, Loreen was the last to give in the icey water and allow the water to fill her lungs as she thought home to Luna, Rarat, Arabella and all of her familly, the people who had cared for her and with one final gulp of air whispered her final words "I'm sorry"
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M-Maxie...
Get back on LotcOr Luna will become more edgy
*Screen fades to black and a booming evil laugh is heard*
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Nah that's impossible
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The sun was high in the sky when a bird found its way to perch on Yden's shoulder, it gripped his shoulder with its blade like talons but attached to its leg was a note "We are sorry to report this but your wife: Clover was reported missing weeks ago and it doesn't look good, my dearest apologise" Yden sat and stared into the burning fire with an emotionless expression questioning where his life would go from this point onwards. He concludes "I don't want to live a life without her, she was the only one who could ever truely understand me" He chuckles to himself "It seems like only yesterday we were writing each other love notes and glancing each other from a far" Tears begin to fall down his cheeks "How could this happen!" Yden storms off leaving the letter to burn in the growing fire. Yden scribbles a note and attaches it to the holster on the birds leg. The writing is shakey but you manage to make sense of it "To my dearest Inariel, your father may not be returning home but I need you to stay strong, I miss your mother too. She was the love of my life... I need you to talk to Telemir, he will know what to do. I miss you darling, take care of everybody for me - Father" Yden wipes the tears from his cheeks "Perhaps in the next life my love" Yden drives a sharpened blade between his ribs and into his chest.
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Transistor errr maa gerd! <3
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Yden enters the city hearing chatter of robberies among the city, he spots Clover and moves swiftly after her with a worried expression on his face, he takes caution in his step, he knows the criminal could be watching even now. He enters the open door, it hangs on its hinges loosely. He approaches Clover, she is organising the shelves "What is this all about?" he stares deeply into her eyes, he waits a moment and is left without a reply. Yden views the note placed upon the worn oak table and takes it firmly in his grip, adjusting his glasses to the light entering through the shattered window. He begins to read the note to himself in a hushed and monotone whisper "'disgusting parasites'" He immediately throws the note down on the ground with a growing look of anger on his face and risks a glance at his wife still organising the now ruined shelves. Moments later he storms out of the house with intension in his strides, snatching an object from the counter and placing it deep within his robe. Giving one last glance back at the beaten contents of the room he turns back around and shuts the door with a loud 'BANG!'.
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3.142/10 You didn't use your fatality
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Aradul was smarter than the average dwarf and his wits had saved him many times, one such time was when a bear who decided to rummage through his equipment and play with his body like a childrens toy. A choice it would later regret at the end of a wooden spear. This was his most treasured moment and a fitting start to this epic journey he now found himself on. Aradul's home was attacked, he was driven away. He lost his family, his new born child and beautiful wife, Aradul had nothing left of value in this world apart from the clothes on his back and he wanted answers and he wanted them bad. Step one on his journey was simple, he picked a direction and just walked while gathering anything of value along the way. He came across the bear which you know all about, there were plenty of thieves too. On one of these occasions a theif posing as a merchant approached the dwarf but unluckily for the theif he wasn't aware that Aradul was paying attention and noticed the sharp blade he was producing from the inside of his robe. Aradul lashed out at the man and the blade went flying, Aradul stood over him and picked him up by the back of the neck before placing him back down and poking a firm finger into his chest, the theif took the chance and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction leaving Aradul chuckling at the sight. This man who had seen so much, experienced so much seemed almost detached from the reality he lived in. He had learnt to detach himself from relationships after the loss of his loved ones and this is where his adventure was to began, as a broken man in a broken world simply looking for a way to see reason for everything that had happened to him. (This is not a full length story, this is simple a profile and history of my character 'Aradul Frostforge' The same dwarf from my other story 'The Great Bear')
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Feel free to use this IC if you want to
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You stole my heart when our eyes met,
It is a robbery I forgive, gentle thief.
Our moments may be short but they will last forever,
you filled my thoughts with smiles and laughter.
I think back to a time when I was without your love,
it is a time I do not care to remember.
Your love consumed me and cared for me,
for that - I thank you.
In my darkest hour these thoughts made me smile,
put my mind to rest from the evil.
You may not be here but I still feel that you're near
In my loving memory - I forgive you.
[This poem symbolizes the connection that memories bring to those you love and care for, they do not need to be with you to make you joyful, they simply need to have meaning]
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You stole my heart when our eyes met, It is a robbery I forgive, gentle thief. Our moments may be short but they will last forever, you filled my thoughts with smiles and laughter. I think back to a time when I was without your love, it is a time I do not care to remember. Your love consumed me and cared for me, for that - I thank you. In my darkest hour these thoughts made me smile, put my mind to rest from the evil. You may not be here but I still feel that you're near In my loving memory - I forgive you. [This poem symbolizes the connection that memories bring to those you love and care for, they do not need to be with you to make you joyful, they simply need to have meaning]
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The heavy rain drops fell like stones from the sky only to collide with the ground in a dull thud, It had been raining heavily for most of the day and it was beginning to get dark, these woods were dangerous at night, all manor of foul creature lurk in these woods, dire wolves and ferocious bears 12ft tall when they stood on their hind legs. The sun was beginning to dim against the backdrop of the sky and the moon was rising above the snow tipped peaks of rocky mountains. I bedded down for the night hopping that the tomorrow would bring better weather so that I may gather firewood and hunt, I slept calmly waiting for the soft heat of the sun to kiss my cheek and wake me in the morn but when I woke it was not because of the soft heat of a gentle sun but the wet nose of a bear sniffing and jerking at my arm, its breath smelt foul, a smell that can only be described as rotting meat in the hot summers sun. I did not panic or fret, I simply lay motionless as I allowed the deadly creatures to rattle my body like a child's toy, it grew board and wandered off back to its cave but not without taking a souvenir with it, in its jaws it carried my satchel, without that satchel I was sure to die, it had the last of my rations and herbs. I did not accept defeat and leave the bear alone, I packed what little I had left and tracked the bear back to its cave which wasn't hard, the smell was a dead give away. Deep in the cave growling and the sound of rocks sliding could be heard, the gigantic creature stood over the carcass of an elk half devoured, there were all manor creature living on the carcass, from 100m away behind a large but jagged I could see while colonies of maggots feasting on what the bear was too slow to digest. The bear did not leave me with much but the beast did manage to free the skinning knife hidden within my boot so I began work on a trap, I could not fight such a beastly creature in hand to hand combat so I created a small trap, I dug a small pit with my hands which took nearly the entire day, a few times I began to worry if the bear would come out to investigate but it never did so I continued working, digging, I covered the pit in large branches and camouflaged it well, the next step was the deadliest, I picked up a loose stone from the ground and hit the bear in the face, naturally the bear did not respond well, within a matter of seconds I was running for my life and carefully I vaulted over the pit I had dug, the bear was not so lucky, the branches snapped under the tremendous weight of the creature and it tumbled into the bottom of the pit where it met its swift death at the tip of a make shift wooden spear positioned pointing straight up. I gathered what supplies I could salvage and skinned the bear as a trophy, every day I wear the skin of that bear to remind myself and all that threaten me about the might of a dwarf.
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The heavy rain drops fell like stones from the sky only to collide with the ground in a dull thud, It had been raining heavily for most of the day and it was beginning to get dark, these woods were dangerous at night, all manor of foul creature lurk in these woods, dire wolves and ferocious bears 12ft tall when they stood on their hind legs. The sun was beginning to dim against the backdrop of the sky and the moon was rising above the snow tipped peaks of rocky mountains. I bedded down for the night hopping that the tomorrow would bring better weather so that I may gather firewood and hunt, I slept calmly waiting for the soft heat of the sun to kiss my cheek and wake me in the morn but when I woke it was not because of the soft heat of a gentle sun but the wet nose of a bear sniffing and jerking at my arm, its breath smelt foul, a smell that can only be described as rotting meat in the hot summers sun. I did not panic or fret, I simply lay motionless as I allowed the deadly creatures to rattle my body like a child's toy, it grew board and wandered off back to its cave but not without taking a souvenir with it, in its jaws it carried my satchel, without that satchel I was sure to die, it had the last of my rations and herbs. I did not accept defeat and leave the bear alone, I packed what little I had left and tracked the bear back to its cave which wasn't hard, the smell was a dead give away. Deep in the cave growling and the sound of rocks sliding could be heard, the gigantic creature stood over the carcass of an elk half devoured, there were all manor creature living on the carcass, from 100m away behind a large but jagged I could see while colonies of maggots feasting on what the bear was too slow to digest. The bear did not leave me with much but the beast did not manage to free the skinning knife hidden within my boot so I began work on a trap, I could not fight such a beastly creature in hand to hand combat so I created a small trap, I dug a small pit with my hands which took nearly the entire day, a few times I began to worry if the bear would come out to investigate but it never did so I continued working, digging, I covered the pit in large branches and camouflaged it well, the next step was the deadliest, I picked up a loose stone from the ground and hit the bear in the face, naturally the bear did not respond well, within a matter of seconds I was running for my life and carefully I vaulted over the pit I had dug, the bear was not so lucky, the branches snapped under the tremendous weight of the creature and it tumbled into the bottom of the pit where it met its swift death at the tip of a make shift wooden spear positioned pointing straight up. I gathered what supplies I could salvage and skinned the bear as a trophy, every day I wear the skin of that bear to remind myself and all that threaten me about the might of a dwarf.
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Called it! First response: Congrats!
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Name: ((MCName)): Yden Origin (Previous citizens should include how long they’ve resided in Haelun’or): I was born in Haelun'or and soon left at the age of 8 after it all became too much for me, the place reminded me too much of my parents after their death. How can you declare that you are Mali'thill: I have written much for the elven people and shared vast knowledge that I gained from my travels, even as we speak the bank of knowledge grows as I continue to fill the pages at my hands with words that will inspire generations. Why do you wish to become a citizen of Haelun’or (Previous citizens may skip this question): I have loved ones in the city and I seek to have the freedom to live with them, Haelun'or was the birth place of my parents and me so I want to follow in their steps and become a citizen of Haelun'or What does maehr'sae hiylun'ehya mean to you: "maehr'sae hiylun'ehya" Is the purity of the high elves, it is our heritage and a code to live our lives by and teach our children and their children after we have passed on. How familiar are you with the Elven language? (These sources are available to help): I know basic greetings such as Karin'ayla, Ker'ayla and Van'ayla but I'm always expanding my knowledge and recording any new phrases that I come across for use in the future. What is the subject of the first book you will submit to the college? (If you’ve already submitted books, what was the most recent one): I have written many books, my first three where for the children of Haelun'or teaching them essential values in life, my latest works consist of Elven legends are books of poetry, Journel entries from people who I have spoken with in the past and adventures I have been on, people I have interviewed. Are there any other details about yourself you wish to relay to the council: There isn't a lot about my character aside from what the answeres have already told you.
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The crypt walls seemed to ooze with a thick dark red liquid, it seemed to glow in the dim light seeping in through the half open door at the summit of the aging staircase. The liquid is cold to the touch. The dripping of water in the distance echoed in the empty halls, the ruined walls of stone crumbled and cracked as I brush past them maintaining my focus on the pot holes that riddle the floor. My footsteps as light as a feather I move further into the dim lit crypt. Strong stone supports are placed in rows separating the corridor in two halves, I hug the left wall still maintaining focus on the uneven floor beneath my feet, careful not to trip.
Another sound echo's in the seemingly infinite corridor, a rat squeals as I step on its tail revealing a whole nest of the small fury creatures, they dart across the floor like a sea of vermin before disappearing into the large cracks that cover the walls. The dim light from the open door becomes ever dimmer as I move further and further away until I can no longer see my own hand in front of my face, there is not enough light to reveal the path ahead so I place my hand into the dark and grip the wall, placing one foot in front of the other hesitantly I edge forward step by step taking great caution with every step.
I feel my way over to a rusty door and with all of my strength begin ripping it from its badly damaged hinges. Immediately light fills the room knocking me back and blinding me temporarily, as I find my footing again I adjust to the light and view beyond the door, the room matches the same architecture as the corridor, there are strong supports, moss covers the cracked walls, the room is large and circular and at the center is an elevated platform with a large coffin placed upon it, the coffin is constructed from a strong wood, the iron hinges appear to be rusting and various cast iron handles are placed on the sides and top. I approach the coffin with caution, craning my neck I assess the area before venturing further towards the object. I muster the courage to open the coffin, it opens with a loud and sharp screech. I grit my teeth and continue opening the lid, a complete skeleton sits inside with its arms crossed, my skeleton.
