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Name: Petra Vilulf Race: Snow Elf Age: 93 Gender: Female [[OOC]] Username: Mehlodi Discord: Mehl#8038 Timezone: GMT+10

Mor Ba'ikana only smirked at Ecaeris' comment, crumpling up the notice in her palm after reading its contents. "Everyone knows that Erolas is the true Prince. Who even is this 'ker?" She rolled her eyes, throwing the notice over her shoulder as she swaggered away.

“Maybe I’ll actually make it this time.” Mor would sigh, making a mental note to turn up to the game this time.

Mor sighed, scanning the recap. "Can't believe I missed it! I'm definitely playing next time."

A Long-Lost Delevoye Found It would be the dead of night when an armoured ‘ker and his companion would knock upon the Delevoyes’ door in Leyu’celia. Those present would rush to the door, anxious to see who would be knocking at this time. The late-night breeze would sway the banners and hangings outside the door, conveying the family colours to the strange ‘ker. Once the door was opened, the ‘ker would greet Arabella, head of the Delevoye household, with a solemn tone of voice. He would speak. “Arabella Rosalie Delevoye. We,” he gestures to himself and his companion, ‘Have come to inform you of the whereabouts of your long-lost aunt, Cora Delevoye. We know you have been searching for her for many decades now…” he would trail off. Those present would urge him to speak further, to answer and clarify. “A few days ago, her body was found near Ker’nor. I apologise for your loss.” He would bow his head in respect. The present Delevoyes would ask, “Where is she? May we see her?” He would reply. “She is in the Medical Tent, but I must warn you. She has wounds...deep cuts on her arms and torso. We have not been able to figure out what caused these, but whatever did this shall be caught, or Ancestors help us.” He would motion for them to follow. “Come. You may see her now.”

Mor applauds all those elected.

Mor Casil raises a brow in disgust. "What has Ker'nor become, home of the Mali'aheral? Maybe I'll dye my hair, just to piss them all off." She rolls her eyes while smirking, before returning to her home in Leyu'celia.

Mor goes around, proudly handing out flyers. "This is going to be something, for sure."

#warhawkessss Go out into the world and be awesome! "It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and you'd much rather say hello. Hello to new adventure." - Ernie Harwell

I think it's a wonderful idea. It gives people something to look forward to! There could be items available at the Monk Market that you can't get anywhere else (not sure if this feature was previously added or not). Furthermore, it will always be a surprise wherever it turns up next!

Food stalls! You can't have a carnival without food stalls.

I got INFJ-T :D

The news would reach Elodie soon enough. Her shock first turns to surprise, then anger, then grief. How could her best friend be killed by such a Valah? Elodie would slowly wipe the tears from her face as she walks away from the entrance to Fi'Ceru. Clover Orvir will always be alive in her memory.

Apologies...somebody else offered to make me one as well and I already accepted the offer. Thanks for offering to make me a new skin, though. Sorry for any inconvenience.