GoddessofNight

Nynaeve would feel herself floating, her body that was rather numb slowly beginning to feel again. Her eyes would slowly open, looking about the room curiously. Confusion set in. This was not her home. It wasn't long before she realized how quiet it was. Then the elfess remembered. She had been unattuned, her gifts taken from her after a trial. She had been taken from her home, knocked out and completely unable to defend herself. Her ears would slowly pin to her cheeks as she tried to remember more of what happened. Nothing would come to her, just the fact she had been in complete darkness. "What happened to me..." she asked herself quietly. Slowly, she emerged from her bed she had been in. Nyn was stiff, however what drove her to move was something that had been on her mind upon waking: the location of Oropher and Amalie. She knew she wasn't within the Grove that she had called her home. That was where she managed to head first. Nyn moved about, attempting to find them. Alas, there was no luck...and panic set in. She returned to the original place, seeing all the evidence that someone had been caring for her body as she slept. She found a piece of paper and a quill, leaving a note to whomever had been taking care of her body while she slept. "To whomever was caring for me, I thank you for making sure I was taken care of. I am sorry I have decided to part like this but I must find my husband and daughter. They are no where to be found within our home. If I could thank you in person, I would...however this is goodbye. Please make sure those of my circle knows what happened to me. Let them know I lived and I will live. Tell them to be strong, to make sure to continue to fight for our cause despite their Archdruii have disappeared. The Circle of the Old Hunt will live on through those Oropher and I have taught. Tell Hareven I thank him for being a close friend and ally to me. For being a wonderful student. He will go far, I am sure of it. One day, perhaps, he will become an Archdruid of the circle as well. He is a hard worker. Let him know I expect him to care for Blossom and Kraden...as well as Silvyr. Tell Anthron he is in charge of my Seed. It is his right now, being High Elder. I believe he will go far with it and be a much better leader than I was within the family. If you can find my other family, let them know I love them dearly...however I cannot stay in Axios. I thank you, again, for caring for me until I awakened. May the Aspects guide you. Signed Nynaeve Sagehand-Deathsbane" The note would be left with a raven feather. With that, the former druid would take off in the dead of night....never to be seen from again.

IGN (Username) : GoddessofNight IRP Name: Nynaeve Sagehand IRP Race: Wood Elf Reasons for Wanting to Join: "I have been around the guild for many years as an ally and I wish to make my involvement official. That and I am marrying the guild head." And Outstanding Debts, Bounties, Fines: No Do You Agree with Our Rules: Yes If There is a Rule You Don't Agree With, What is it: Don't steal from a guild member....because too late, I already stole Hareven's heart ;3

Blessed be, Brother Bluejay!

Welcome Brother Thyme, Rhova'dir, to the Circle of the Old Hunt.

Circle of the Old Hunt Purpose The Circle of the Old Hunt is a newly formed circle of Druii who hold their duties to the Aspects high and number one priority. They will do whatever it takes to protect nature and the balance, such as restore land that is destroyed or tainted and fight against the undead/dark beings. We teach of the Aspects, Cerridwen and Cernunnos, and what they stand for. We do not hold anyone to any oath, for their oath is to the Aspects and the natural balance. The Archdruids The Archdruids are the leaders of this circle. They are the ones who do the political work of the circle as well as run any and all activities the circle becomes involved in, if they are needed to aid in some sort of way. Sister Raven, Nynaeve [ GoddessofNight ] Brother Bat, Oropher [ SimpleSuspect ] The Mentors They are the teachers of the dedicants, helping them learn of the Aspects and training them in combat. All dedicants are taught by each of the mentors in some way, shape, and form. Sister Raven, Nynaeve Brother Bat, Oropher Brother Thyme, Rhova'dir The Druids They are the attuned Druii of the circle. They are ones who go out and fulfill the ways of the Aspects, restoring nature if needed and battling those who wish to destroy or harm it. Brother Bluejay, Hareven [ Old_Man_Darklore ] Recognized Hierophants Brother Bull, Toren [ RideTheSky] Brother Metal, Sharr [ lordbobby123 ] Sister Owl, Arin [ Delmodan ] The Dedicants Those who wish to learn the Ways of the Aspects. They are on the path of Druidism and are taught by the Mentors. All dedicants go through lessons and tasks in order to learn how to be a proper Druid. Thornir [ Motjam_ ] Silvyr [ Lumiin ] Elrune [ BloodSaint ] Maeglin [ XxRealLinkxX ] Kese [ OrcAzog ] Allies The allies are those who wish to aid the circle in any way in order to protect the balance and fight against the undead/dark beings. Falling Horizons Guild Queendom of Calethia Warhawkes Any allies with Falling Horizons The Holy League How to join How to join this circle is simple. Either fill out the form below or find Nynaeve in the game! We accept any and all who wish to join the path of the Aspects, protect nature and it’s balance, and fight against those who wish to destroy it. The Form MC Name: Discord: Timezone: IC Name: Age: Race Why do you wish to join the circle?: Do you have combat knowledge?: How To Become An Ally Simply fill out the form below. Allies are always welcome to help the Circle and we are willing to help our allies in battling the undead and dark beings. The Form MC Name: Discord: Timezone: Guild/Organization/Nation Name: Why do you wish to become allies with the circle?: Do you have combat knowledge?:

"Ten thousand Mina for all three of them." Nynaeve would grumble, crossing her arms.

Nynaeve would have heard the news, finding herself in a secluded spot in her own grove. Oliver had become someone she viewed as a brother, a friend. Family. She let out a sigh as she placed the rose bush down into the dirt with a sign and little fence around it. "Oliver, you and I were much alike as well as very different. I know we shared the same thoughts...the same beliefs. I promise, when Kary returns, I will make sure he is taken care of. I will also make sure Aiden is taken care of. This is my promise to you, my dear friend." Nyn would then place a raven feather from her hair beside the bush and the sign. (( Image taken from google )) This rose bush is in memorial to Oliver. A wonderful friend, father, and brother. May you find peace among the flowers and the tree as you finally rest.

Nynaeve would sigh softly from her home far from Linandria or the Orcs. "I guess being a part of Hareven's guild is a good thing....affiliates are protected by the Uruks." she chuckles lightly, looking over to her daughter who was happily playing on the field beside her. "I should go visit again to see how they are doing."

Nynaeve Sagehand would have received the news, causing her to collapse where she stood and let out a loud sob. "Ivlisar....my...my son.." she let out pained sobs, her hands coming to her face. After she numbed herself to the pain of losing her son, she found a small place in her grove and set up a small sapling. "May the Aspects guide you....Ivlisar Sagehand." With that, Nynaeve moved back into her little hobble of a home.

Oh, I need to buy the boat too...how much will that be?

All right.

@SquirtGun Tell Kary I love him and miss him and that I hope he stays safe.

Land charter (cart) or Sea charter (boat): Sea Charter Island: Ceru Point A: Sagehand Grove Exact co-ordinates of Point A: X160, Z250 Point B: Sutica Exact co-ordinates of Point B: X78, Z248

I love you, K0llu! YOU COME BACK AND **** OK.

A pink haired Elfess would be standing in the crowd, staring up at the man who had been announced as the new High Prince. A bright smile would be present on her face. "Congratulations, Maln!" she would say to herself. Her eyes would look to the raven on her shoulder. She'd lift her hand, offering the bird a rose which it took into it's beak. It spread it's wings and flew up to the older Mali'ame to drop the rose at his feet along with the signature raven feather.

Demi Lovato as Nynaeve Sagehand END SONG https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWfjlIMiqBg Scars to Your Beautiful - Alessia Cara

“The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.” Marco Tullius Cicero The day was slowly coming to an end, the moon rising as the sun faded across the horizen. The cold of winter gently caressing on the ones who were still moving out and about in the grove. While most went inside for warmth, one person in particular would have herself moving towards the playground. Her copper-red gaze would look towards random spots, memories flooding her mind of one person and one alone. They had met when they were the age of ten and had been inseparable. They loved one another for many years and, for Enara, it was a love that would never fade. She could remember the first time they confessed to one another, she could remember each time they kissed or held hands. Enara remembered it all. He was there for her on her darkest days and she was there for his. However, happiness always seems to fade one way or another. She sighed as she found herself at the swings. It only took a few more moments before her feet would continue to carry her somewhere else. Enara had something to do...and she had to find the perfect spot. Enara could still hear his heartbeat against her ear as they laid together in the grass on a warm summer’s day. ‘That will never happen again..’ she thought as she walked into the forest. The night grew colder...and colder...and colder still, but the young dark elf didn’t seem to mind one bit. ‘I’ll be cold, myself, soon.’ Enara’s mind would mutter, her eyes looking about. She found the tree her and Nerrin had sat under. The place where their love had blossomed, turning into a more mature relationship. “Here is perfect...the place where I knew he and I would have been together forever.” she spoke in a whisper, afraid someone might have heard her. She would then sit, pulling out a few parchments of paper and writing utensils, such as a quill and ink pot. Enara would unscrew the lid and dunked her quill, soon writing a note. “To my dearest Maln and Haelun, I am sorry for the problems I have caused you in the past. I know this is probably the reason why you have disappeared from my life. I wanted so badly to fix things, to be a family again. I ruined that, much like I ruined a lot of things for us. I promise that will not be an issue anymore. Maln, you are strong and I admire you. You are kind and gentle, but you are a leader. Please, do not lose that about yourself. Don’t lose your heart in times of darkness. The Warhawkes need a strong leader, like you. Be the best you can be, I will be watching you every step of the way, Maln. I love you, so very much. Haelun, I wish for you find it in your heart to forgive me. I treated you terribly when you returned and I know it was just out of spite. I never wanted it to be like that and, for a time, I thought it was all fixed. I love you, Haelun. Please be there for Maln. Van’ayla, Enara Ba’ikana” Enara would then fold the note, slowly moving to pin it to her blouse. She would then move once more to write a letter. One more goodbye. “To my Maliyu, I am sorry for everything I have done in our relationship. I am sorry for getting jealous, I am sorry for being gone. I even feel sorry for existing. I never wanted sadness or pain for you, but I feel like within these past few years that is all I have ever done. You are my only love. You were always there for me when my parents were not. You kept me sane, Nerrin. You shown me how love is suppose to be. Do not blame yourself, do not. That is the only thing I ask when you find out what I have done. I wish for peace, since I am now alone in this world. I wish for you to have happiness with whoever you find. I wish happiness for you in everything you do in the years to come. I meant what I said. I will love you until my dying day. Until my last breath. With love for all eternity, Enara Ba’ikana.” With the last letter written and pinned to her blouse, both titled ‘To Maln and Haelun’ and ‘To Nerrin’, the young elven woman would slowly lift herself up and climbed the tree. Once she got to a high enough branch, she would tie a rope to it...and then around her neck. “I am sorry.” After she uttered those words, Enara would jump. She did not feel it when her neck snapped. She did not feel the coldness of winter upon her skin anymore. All she felt…..was peace. An eternal peace on the day of her birth. Enara Ba’ikana 20th Deep Cold, 1581 to 20th Deep Cold, 1615 “Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.” William Shakespeare

The Raven Druid approves of a Prince of Ravens

Quoth the Aspects, Nevermore “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” - Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven” - Nynaeve sat upon the ground in the middle of the night, the Spring air gently caressing at her skin. She hummed softly, her ears flicking about as she listened to the nature around her. Her eyes would be shut and her breathing deep, calm...falling into a meditative trance in which she felt nothing but peace from. “Here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there, and nothing more.” - Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven” - Nynaeve’s eyes would flutter open, her emerald green hues looking about her. She was in her garden near Linandria. The place where most of her pain and suffering had been and always would be. She sighed softly before she noticed herself surrounded by ravens. That dreaded totem that she had tried to get away from by becoming the Meldramiriel Druid. Nyn smiled slightly, thinking to herself: ‘These are merely just birds and they have nothing to do with me.’ Once her thought was through, the ravens around her stopped what they were doing...and began to stare at her. Calculating eyes baring into her soul, it seemed, before they began to fly, circling her and surrounding her more and more. The feathers would brush at her skin, talons and beaks rubbing against her. However, instead of feeling pain...she felt calm and peaceful as if she was being greeted by an old friend. “I don’t understand what’s-” Nyn’s voice was cut short by a woman’s voice. It was beautiful like a melody, gentle like a breeze, and soft like velvet. “My dearest Nynaeve, did you really think we would let you be something that you are not?” Nynaeve would turn to look to where the voice came from. There, on the path of flowers and trees, stood a woman who was more beautiful than Nyn could have ever imagined. Beside her was a man, a set of deer antlers on his head and a bow resting on his back. The pink haired woman blinked as the ravens still circled her, cawing in happiness. “Nynaeve, we never accepted you as the Meldramiriel Druid. You know this, do you not?” The woman would bite her lower lip slightly. In the deepest parts of her heart, she did know. She was just too ignorant to believe it. She wanted so badly for the curses to be lifted and sadly...they never did. That is how she knew. The ravens would soon part from around her, Nyn now covered in raven feathers. She stepped forward to come face to face with the woman and man, the Aspects. Her emerald eyes would glitter as she looked to them. “Why can I not escape this totem, Mother? Why do I have to stick with it?” “Because you are the only one strong enough to deal with it’s curse.” Nyn tilted her head before releasing a small sigh. She was slightly upset, however if this is what the Aspects truly believed...she wouldn’t fight against them. “I am the Raven….always and forever. Nothing will change…” “It will never change because you and the totem fit so well, oem’ii. That is your totem, just as we wished for it to be in the beginning. Be the one who redeems the Raven, for so many have already forsaken it’s name.” The ravens would then encircle her once more, claiming her as one of their own. She would embrace their wings against her skin, the talons and the beaks as they marked her as the Druid of the Raven. “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,” - Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven” - Nynaeve would come out of her meditative trance, looking back out onto the water from her sitting post. She took in a breath before her eyes went to gaze upon something on her left shoulder. A large raven, beautiful as a midnight sky, would sit there like stone except for it’s eyes blinking as it studied her. Slowly, Nyn would bring her hand up to it, letting it’s head meet with her palm. She would stroke it’s feathers. “I am the Raven….I accept that..” Nyn would then stare back out into the water, petting her avian friend. “But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’ Then the bird said, 'Nevermore.” - Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven” -

Why don't you love Elmindreda anymore? Why won't you rp with me?

Nynaeve is always taking in Elven children into her family. It's a large one, with other children around that age.

It didn’t take long for Karyssmov to arrive after she sent the raven in search of him. It didn’t take long for her to welcome his wife into her family, much like she did him long ago. It didn’t take long for her to see the pain in his eyes as he looked up to her and said “I need hugs.” Nynaeve’s small, gentle form had moved over to him. Her arms embraced him tightly as if he was a small child in her arms. She took a deep breath as waves of sadness would fall onto her being. Her son, someone who was always cheerful and full of life, was now sitting here at her table...crying. “Please, whatever you do, don’t leave me.” The woman would blink back tears as memories would flood her mind to her own mother as she disowned her back in Vailor. The woman took a deep breath, pulling the man in her arms tighter and closer to her. “I will never leave you, I am not that kind of mother.” ~*~ After everyone had gone to bed, Nyn slowly emerged from her room in the house and out the door. Gentle footsteps, crunching of rocks, and shuffling of grass filled her ears as she walked up the paths and to the Aspect Statues. From there, she sat in front to Cerridwen, looking up at her with ther emerald and foggy green eyes. She was the Mother of the Harvest. The Aspect of life, nurturement, fertility, and growth. Cerridwen was the mother of all things in nature, and Nyn was always told she guided her through life. The pinkette woman would stare up at the statue, at her face. For Nyn, the topic of mothers and how to be one properly was strained. Her own mother disowned her at the age of twenty, a time where she needed her mother most. Of course, she had been ignoring Nynaeve for years before that...it was just twenty was the age the child could be kicked out. At least by Sagehand tradition it is. After that, Nyn’s life had become void from ever wanting children. She was scared to end up like her mother. It wasn’t until many years later when she had found Linandria, her former home, and had Virinya that she even realized just how much children would actually mean to her. She watched many of the children she took in grow into beautiful young women and handsome young men, following their own paths in life and yet always coming back to their mother for hugs and cuddles when they needed it. She understood how being a mother was suppose to be. It was suppose to be loving them unconditionally and supporting them in their choices as long as its for the good in their life. However, after the events of that morning continued to play through her head, Nyn questioned even if this Lilyana knew what being a mother really was. Meeting Kary was a small chance, him being drunk in the tavern and being jealous over the fact that she was giving Ivlisar gentle embraces and a heartfelt talk. It caused Nyn to chuckle and pull him into her arms, making sure he was comfortable until he fell asleep from the intoxication. He showed up later, asking if she remembered, which she did, and letting him know it was all right. When she took him in, she noticed how much of an impacted he had become in her life. There were times when she felt herself become lost in her own darkness and she had no clue how to escape and there was Karyssmov to lead her out of it. It was nice, but after a while she felt as if she had been using his Clerical gifts like some sort of addict and began to hate asking him for help. She was the one who was suppose to help him, not the other way around. Her eyes stayed on the statue, her thoughts on Karyssmov. He needed her to be stronger than she had ever been now. He need a mother to comfort him in this time. From the back of her head, she heard a voice. Perhaps it was her own thoughts speaking through...or maybe Cerridwen giving her motherly advice: “You are strong, there is nothing that would tell you otherwise. You have been through so much, but you always somehow pull through it all. Now is the time to show him your light and be his rock, like he has done for you. Be the best you can be for him, he has been left. You are his mother now, protect him and love him as such. The two of you are so much alike, it’s no wonder you two were guided to one another. You show him how a mother is suppose to be, just as you have done for the other children in your care. He needs you. Be the mother he needs. Be the mother they need.” Nyn would smile softly, moving to stand. Her hands would move to her satchel to pull out a few beautiful gems she had collected recently. “Thank you, gracious Mother...for always guiding me in times I need you most. I may not have had a mother growing up, but I have had you…and now I have Renn too..” With that, Nyn would head home as the sun peeked over the horizon. She had a job to do and that was be the mother her children needed to be. The mother Kary needed.

[!] A note would be left as well, delicate and easy to read. "I know for a fact Belestram is sleeping with frost witches. One came into the Wandering Grove, accusing me of flirting with her boyfriend who I later found out to be Belestram. She attempted to murder me in the grove. If it had not have been for my brethern I would most likely be dead. It is the frost witch known as Analiana Elverhilin that attacked me whom he has been fraternizing with. It is not just hearsay any longer, now is it? Signed Nynaeve Sagehand."

What do we do about your pouch with the seeeeeeds?

Am I a cool kid?