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Aenora Araaloq took pride in this declaration of reformation, an account relayed to her by her mother, Kindrel. She hadn't known of a true Fennic homeland in her lifetime, so she prayed to Wyvrun that this one might be born upon strong foundations and led by equally-strong councilors. For now, she prepared her furs and good boots for the trek north. Aenora hoped she wouldn't see another beach again for a long time.

Aenora Araaloq readies herself and her bloodline for this historic gathering, knowing the future was fast approaching the mali'fenn.

araaloq best bloodline But, this was so much fun to work on and write for! I'm looking forward to what is still yet to come! Congratulations to our entire community!

You have always been nothing but sweet and a good person to talk to when things have gotten hectic. I'm glad you've found more strength than most of us (especially me and Ep) to finally leave! 😂 Time for you to get a much-needed breakaway from the haters and the drama. Don't be a stranger, and feel free to send a message if you ever need anything! 💖

Charlotte Augusta would take time to pay visit to the cathedral, lighting a candle in honor of the late Pontiff. A certain added solemnity was present in her tone, the late holy figure having so readily offered himself to officiate her wedding. She had never been as religious as, say, her uncle of Crestfall, but it held a significant weight in her mind and heart all the same.

The Wyvern Druid appears quite intrigued upon hearing this report from afar, considering the idea of venturing to Talon's Port herself.

From her burrow within the Mother Grove, one Syndra Caerme'onn allowed her gaze to pool over a letter, written by a friend still residing within the walls of Amaethea. She stroked the growing king cobra that sat perched upon her shoulder, a stern look upon her visage. "A once great circle....now falling into relative obscurity. And of course, my dear Circe, we know why," She'd nod intently at the serpent, letting free a heavy sigh. "In due time, we will set things right. Perhaps it is time to have a word with my maln..." @_Sug

The general consensus among my friends and fellow roleplayers was that ScreamingDingo would be the best choice to follow Riftblade. I'm glad the other Admins thought the same. I look forward to the stories our ST come to create with his guidance!

The Wyvern Druid, Syndra Caerme'onn, would catch word of the troubles being had within Elvenesse. Her decision to depart those lands seemed to have been a wise one, the auburn-haired 'ame watching the ambitious of both old Aegrothond and Siramenor finally clash. She only hoped some made it out unscathed, Andria and Avius among those favored few.

If you could have one magic on LOTC that you haven't had yet, what would it be? (Right answers only!)

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Of your characters that have been human Queens, which was your favorite and why? What roleplay are you enjoying the most right now? If you could do one thing in the future on LOTC, what would it be? What interests you the most right now?

im bad and didn't read the rules, I will re-bid tomorrow <3

IGN: MunaZaldrizoti Character name: Syndra Caerme'onn Which game(s) are you signing up for: All of them.

From her cavernous dwelling, an ancient monarch contemplated upon her next meal. The tyrant-King of Haense proved more and more each day to be the perfect choice. Even with her more wicked inclinations, perhaps she could do that northern kingdom some selfish act of kindness.

Every night, for the last two elven weeks, Syndra Caerme'onn had dreamt the same dream. A dozen winged beasts, horned and scaled and breathing molten flame, descending upon long-abandoned cities and castles, reducing them to nothing but melted stone. Afterward, once their intial chaos had been wrought, those same creatures flew to great inhabited citadels and villages, leaving any who once lived there with nothing but ash and death. Always, in conclusion, would one singular great beast turn upon her, in her frozen observation. It would settle two golden eyes upon her form, seeming to acknowledge her before opening its maw and coating her in flames. She would feel her spirit rise into the air, almost upon unseen wings of her own, and pay witness to what came after her demise. Nature, with all of it's force and bounty, would begin to creep through the fallen towers and demolished streets. Grass would grow, flowers would bloom, and the natural cycle would resume where flames had previously wreaked havoc. Her return to civilization hadn't been easy. For a decade or more, she had searched for her father, who had yet again abandoned his sole daughter for the life of a wayward druid. She had need of him, for his tutelage and approval...but now she also needed him for the sake of her own anger. All her life, she had lived to only be the star of his life. He pushed her out into the wilderness at ten years old, bidding her good fortune so that she might return wiser than before. That had only left her feeling as if she had done something wrong, something to make her own maln feel shame when in her presence.When she had arrived at the Father Grove, he welcomed her as if nothing had happened. Syndra was her father's daughter again...and that was all that mattered to the young Caerme'onn. She could prove herself to him, be what he wanted her to be. Venom. That was the totem she had taken, after her attunement. She had been so sure, so keen, on claiming for herself a name that evoked the same power and strength as that of her maln, Viper. Only later did she realize how everything around her, at a time when such a connection is so sacred, was all related to him. Attuned in his own private pool, hidden away in his own home. The visions of snakes and her own mother's gruesome death. And at it's climax, a specter in the form of her own father...speaking in disapproval. How could she not seek to please him, after paying witness to his disappointment in her own attuning? All these woes and worries were brought before the sacred nature dragaar, Taynei'Hiylun, as Syndra located the last of her remaining beacons. She witnessed others there too, though paid little mind to their tasks as to see through her own intention. As the dragaar spoke, it relayed to her a warning, that dreams of Taynei's own ilk were never good. However, the source of these visions might be found in the young druid's own totem. Syndra seemed to understand in that moment of clarity, but couldn't grasp the idea of her totem being the pinpoint by which these troubling images had manifested themselves. As the beacon faded and she made her way through the trees, she crept up onto a sturdy branch and sat awhile. She dwelt on the meaning of her dedication to the Aspects, her dedication to her father or the legacy of their bloodline. She felt as if she didn't know herself anymore, she was unnatural in this natural world. But in that moment, the realization collided with her all at once. Syndra knew, finally, what the visions had been trying to tell her all along. Her death in flames was her rebirth, leaving behind the woes and invisible chains of her past to forge a new life in dedication to the Aspects. The weak-willed, prodigal child of the Viper Druid needed to shed her skin, not unlike a serpent, to ascend towards her higher self. And so too would she claim the unnatural for her own, so that perhaps she might one day guide them to a more natural existance. It was at the union of two druii that she came into her own, renewed and revitalized. A friendly face from her past, keen to know the reasons for her abrupt departure, sparked a certain hubris within to tell of her new identity. Beneath the cover of a tree's winding canopy, Syndra Caerme'onn spoke the name of her new totem for the first time. No longer was there Venom, a weapon the Viper could wield. Now, she would be nature's punishing flame, a force of restoration. Sister Venom was no more. In her place, Sister Wyvern now rose.

Nienna Telemnar prepares herself for the river race, venturing out to find a proper boat for the task!

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