TheTri

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A fallen Ascended smiles.

Smoke from various torches rises from the Celestial Tower in honor of a fallen member of Aeriel’s Chosen. After a century of harnessing his voidal prowess and Ascended abilities, Nin Taliame has finally passed on during a rescue mission at the hands of Richard Baruch during in which he was held captive. To the delight of many and the despair of some, the Ascended was not coming back. Nothing remained in memory of him aside from his various belongings and uniform. "Stay strong, brothers and sisters. . ." was all he mumbled to himself before dissipating into grey ash for a final time

A small blond figure in tattered silver silver robes takes slow, small breaths, bound by chains to a large quartz pole, "R-Release me. . ." The Ascended stammered toward Richard, his malnourished and beaten body incapable of making any attempts at escape, "Take this damned blindfold off. . . And release me. . ."

Nin's eyes widened as he was reached by his letter, and soon after the bad news. He took off each of his gauntlets, burrying his head within his hands and mumbling a soft prayer, eyelids closed, "Stay safe, Dael. . ." He mumbled afterward, lifting his head to reveal an odd, faded silver tattoo on his palm, "I hope to see you soon. . ."

Nin grunts irritably, shaking his head, "Too bad they denied my offer to help. I'd have kept the man alive," he grumbled A fat dwarf shouts, "HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!"

Nin whistles a brief tune beside the campfire at Holm, pondering about his memories of Richard, "A shame," he mumbled.

"How curious," commented a short blond mali.

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"I can't move AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Shouts a terrified, frozen dwarf in the Dominion

Nin peered down at the marking on his palm, a frown set on his features as he pulled his hood over his head and snuck past the Virarim doing their nightly watch and out the city, completely unseen.

Gregok laughs, waving a hand dismissively, "Nae interested."

"I actually liked Locke a fair bit, though I'd assume electing a new chief was an alright decision," Nin commented toward his Ascended Kin, most of which seeming fairly happy that the previous chieftan lost his position. "T'e foicks a 'Warhawke'?!" shouts a very confused dwarf. "Good on them," comments a tall robed figure, itching at his eyepatch.

Gregok raised his polehammer, an excited, gravely roar of excitement escaping him as the letter finally reached him.

Little boy Nin Leaned back in his seat as the document finally reached him, tilting his head slightly as he read it, before shouting at nobody in particular, "WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST BE FRIENDS?!"

Nin frowns as one of the notes reach him, stuffing it into his pocket

((MC Name: TheTri)) ((RP)) Name: Nin Taliame Known Arcane Arts: Lightning Evocation [TA] Mental Magic Telekinesis Demi-Ascended Position Desired (Student or Instructor): Instructor When is the best time to contact you for an interview: Any time EST, preferably Weekends

"Assuming these 'demi-gods' refer to holy magii. . . Yes! Come try to kill me, everyone!" exclaimed an overconfident mali he read the note.

"This will certainly be interesting!" exclaimed a young elf at reading the missive, "Most cannonists are unfamiliar with me. How unfortunate. . ." He remarked cockily, an amused snort escaping him, accompanied by a few electrical sparks popping around his form.

A robed mali stood in the crowd as the speech concluded, releasing an amused snort and gently elbowing his identically-robed teacher beside him as Khaine padded off.

"Hm, maybe it woulda been better if I killed Azoth when given the opportunity," A youthful elf remarked, reclining in his seat an peering over at a fellow Ascended for input, "No, that makes us just as bad as him." They had responded softly.

"Hm," A youthful mali hummed as he read the document, nodding to himself, though he seemed somewhat hesitant to agree with his kin, "She's done a good job," he commented somewhat grudgingly, "However. . . This evokes far too much emotion. The situation at hand is one that must be settled with logic alone."

"Adding all of these 'offenses' together still doesn't equal the amount Belestram has commited," A young mali remarked upon reading the document, a soft chuckle escaping him, "Though I can't blame the writer for not taking note of this, for they are just another brainwashed student who was never taught of the true mission of Aeriel's Chosen."

Nin read the document in his hands with furrowed eyebrows, eerie teal orbs glimmering curiously, "Hm," He hummed absently to himself, rubbing a hand along the parchment, "I've not experienced anything like this before. . ." The Ascended pondered aloud as he shifted in his seat, before moving a gauntleted hand to each corner of the paper and tearing it in two, crumpling up each piece and tossing them forth to be carried away by the gentle breeze of the area, "I am quickly learning that you are irredeemable, brother Belestram; nonetheless, I wish you luck in your endeavors," He said, expelling a soft breath through his nose, as if to sigh, "Just know that you have sinned against your patron, and I and each other Ascended of the main order will not sit back and watch." With that, the robed Holy Mage stood and released a gentle yawn, a few sparks popping around his form as he began to move off, thinking.

MC Name: TheTriRP Name: Gregock Frostbeard(Place an X beside the candidate name)Hamnil Frostbeard: XTorvin “The Dragon” Blackaxe: