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Elenwë shakes with excitement, showing the missive to Yvrien to confirm this was indeed a great idea. @STBNL

A letter finds its way to the author of the post, stamped with the insignia of Hefrumm. It is rather peremptorily written. What are the degenerate arts you refer to the forest dwarves practicing? Are the degenerate arts in the room with us? -Mirjana Blackroot

That teddy is so cute omg

Gwen of Balamena, mother of the Duchess of Adria, fills with a sense of unease upon hearing of this. But there was nothing she could immediately do but wait.

1000000%! I say this as someone who agrees with you, but I think it's also an institutional problem. After a certain point, human RP (at least in the noble courtly sphere) kind of plateaus and encourages you to just recycle for a younger character that can participate in things like social season etc.

Gwen of Balamena and Charles of Verbant send a basket of chinchilla-themed memorabilia for the newest Alstion babe. Her heart swells at the news from her nephew.

Rosado would steal a fragment of my soul and then make me stir fry as a conciliatory gesture. Red would banter with me as we enjoy moussaka and other Greek foods. The rest of my characters? Shit, I'd get scammed by them at best, eaten at worst.

“De Savin has been extinct for centuries. I wonder who these posers are,” cackles an Akritian.

Hey, I don't know you but I wanted to say I'm proud. Moving across an ocean to a whole new country at any age is intimidating at best and terrifying at worst, let alone when you are still a kid or teen. Mishaps and struggles aside, you seem to really have adapted well to your surroundings even if it took a while to reach that point. I say this as someone who moved to a different continent as a young adult, all alone. I can't imagine how difficult it would have been if I was even younger, having to start afresh in so many ways. You've done really well for yourself. I joined LOTC when I was a kid and played sporadically over the years, and now I'm soon to start as a postgraduate researcher. Time really flies. I don't have the time I used to have to play LOTC, but I still hop on when it suits, because I have never lost my love for roleplaying and storytelling. If it's not fun for you, there's no shame in taking a break. I've had several years-long breaks at this point, being an old head now. Sounds cheesy as hell, but you will cherish these memories. Let me know if you ever want to talk music. I was a classically-trained musician headed toward attending a conservatoire before pivoting to academics, so I know a thing or two.

Mirjana lights up when she sees the missive, albeit with great delay.

Gwen Alstion, mother of the bride and an Alban lady herself, rejoices at the missive. She pens a letter to her great nephew, the Duke of Furnestock, inviting him personally. @mojanghunter

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FULL NAME: Mira Maliina Sirame-Blackroot AGE: 61 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: hunter, trained by former paladins SIGNED NAME: Mirjana <3 METHOD OF CONTACT: Mousemousington in game

Gwen of Balamena sends a baby basket full of new toys to her niece and great nephew!

Gwen of Balamena no longer paid attention to political affairs, so caught up in the machinations of the Mountain was she. But when her husband alerted her of the news of her niece's wedding, her attention was restored to the life she'd nearly relinquished, a life she'd kept one foot in and one foot out of. For it was not the wedding of a future empress that interested the Alstion, but that of her niece who she indeed loved very much despite fraught relations with her father. She sent a gift of Tawantinsuyin embroidery depicting a shining sun over an alpaca grazing on high-altitude grass, and signed the note with a heart at the end.

I adore augusten

A rite of passage, one which involved risking life or limb to those less experienced. For Mira Maliina, it was nothing she hadn't done before, though she had no desire to inform Arle about that lest she be assigned a more difficult task. So she ventured far from the Vale, to where the taiga met the tundra. To most, it was unforgiving, but to her, this was just like home. Bringing ration to last only the journey to the forest, she knew full well she needed to take advantage of the land's boundaries to survive. Armed only with a spear and warm clothing to shield her from the biting winds. An amauti passed down by her own mother, refitted to Mira's size. With this, the cold would be the least of her worries. Though not nearly as strong or wise as her mother (a former Paladin, how could she possibly compete?), Mira was a competent enough hunter assuming the prey was mundane and not too large. The tundra was too dangerous. With fewer places to hide, all manner of malevolent entities abounded. In the forest, explained Mira's mother one time, at least you could identify potential hiding spots for yourself or something else. Exposed as you were in the open expanses of the tundra, you stood no chance against a spirit who could disguise itself as anything from a rock to a gust of cold wind that snuffs your life in one blow. No sane person would dare venture alone to the tundra, not even one with the magic powers of a fallen aengul. So the taiga it was for Mira. By the time she reached a suitable resting spot in a cave that overlooked the forest below, the sun had long since dipped below the horizon. Gathering food could wait until the morning. Without even starting a fire, she drifted off into a dreamless, uncomfortable sleep atop a platform of rocks. At the crack of dawn, Mira Maliina took to spearfishing with great success, indulging in the morning's bounty over an open fire. She knew she was too ill-equipped to hunt anything larger than a deer, and she counted her lucky stars she had not seen any bear tracks. The forest came alive with birdsong and the drone of insects, which further spoke to the lack of predators in her immediate area. A creeping voice of doubt arose in the back of her mind, even though Mira ate until her belly ached from fullness and she would surely not starve at this rate. Dusk turned to day and day to night, and the week stretched long ahead. It was one thing to go on a trip with friends, but solitude did not sit well with Mira as it never did. By the fourth day, the forest dwarf took to speaking to the air as if expecting a reply. Of course, only the wind responded, with Mira's mind shaping its whistles into words. Her resolve was being tested now. Was it worth it to join the Sirames at the possible expense of her sanity? She thought so, hoped that whatever symptoms would abate by the time she reintegrated herself into civilization. Until then, fish and cloudberries were hardly a bad way to live. Perhaps to anyone else, this landscape would have spelled their doom. To Mira, it was just like home, and she knew every plant, every fungus and every animal that resided there. The only issue was the solitude. As slow as it seemed, her expedition drew to a close, and Mira began feeling wistful. Loneliness aside, it was so beautiful here that a small part of her contemplated staying forever, solitude be damned! Alas, Mira had obligations to return to, people she needed to see, and that is what finally made her return to the Vale. She just hoped this wasn't for nothing, a task completed.

I love this! I love exorcism, but I think it should either be more spells for 2 slots, or take up one slot as a default. I don't think it's that big of a deal though, just that for a 2 slot magic it doesn't have enough abilities to match other 2 slot magics. bravo. I love that it's a neutral variant and opens the path for shore walkers in more ways than mysticism previously did.