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A Ruthern eventually recieved the missive from one of her peers, her lips curling into a wide smile at the news! "Vhis is a great idea! Ea get to be on a boat!" She chirped.

Yelena, being as busy as she could possibly be, took the time to read the statement. She uttered to herself. "Llewelyn has barrely shown face frrom vhe beginning. Therre is nie need for him to be leading us all. Casimirr has proved himself worrthy of leading forr many many yearrs, and morre ahead."

Yelena of Iskryce smiled upon the news that Daeland has now joined the Horde, leaning close to Piast Casimir, her partner. "Many opportunities will be with us durring vhis, tak? It's dobre to know we have many new frriends!" She chimed!

Once, Tony was a student of an old Druid. An eager to learn one, at that. She knew his skills would come in use, as they sat within the gardens of Balian. "Tony, show me how to do a surgical stitch using an orange as skin." He learned in under five minutes, his hands quick. The Sister sat impressed, a smile coming upon her scarred lips. "Sister Reindeer, when will be the next lesson?" "Soon. You can save lives, Tony." That night, he did. His skills came to use. The Sister who knew Tony for his pride and understanding of her kin finally fell. The place they met took him by it's bloodied hands. A rare hatred, for her. Tony treated her kindly, and always listened to her little spouts. He protected her when she felt trapped and surrounded by people who didn't understand her kin, and didn't take the time to learn. She didn't know anything about his past or religious beliefs, anything of his magic use. The Sister just considered him a friend. By word of mouth, she learned he was dead. She couldn't help but break down into tears learning yet another one of her friends were gone; it always seemed the second she met them, they were gone. Sister Reindeer refused to speak to anyone for those few days, and trapped herself in the forest. She let herself mourn, pleading to the Aspects that he got home safe, and in his family's arms.

actual rp on lotc? man

A woman stood within the crowds of the summit, her singular hue keeping an eye upon her kin. Her lips couldn't help but curl into a faint smile at each signature being added to the list, tapping her fingertips against the hilt of her blade in an idle stance. "Moi hope vhe alliances will stay in good shape thrroughout vhe years, and crreate many frriendships."

The missive was soon dropped to the Daelish Isles while a Musin scurried in and out of each street, waving the note within its tiny palms. It was soon delivered to the tavern, where a woman rested upon the couch with a book in hand. Her sword was nearby; leant up against the wall. The creature scurried up onto the couch, dropping the note atop of her book. She merely murmured in thanks, scooping up the note and ripped it open with the side of her finger, breaking the seal. The hue that was left scanned over each word as a brow raised in question, each deep scar on her sunkissed skin shifting with her emotions. She soon stood from the couch with a shift of the plating wrapping her forma, reaching forward to take ahold of the longsword with her gloved hand. “We never wanted conflict in vhe firrstplace, everrything was blown out of proportion from each end. We wanted nothing but peace, and a discussion about vhe lands that Savoy has left us. Casimirr isn’t vhe perrson to cause war.. None of us are. Iskra has blessed us with life and many opportunities, which is something we sharre with all." The Izkusivoj exclaimed in disbelief at the whole situation, passing the missive towards Piast Casimir. She murmured a quiet prayer in Vistulian to herself, soon turning to make her way out of the tavern and deliver the news to the Reig; Llewelyn ap Fawr. "Pravdi tre, natura, vojna i smiertz."

A Radaghastian casually tapped a hand upon the hilt of her blade; waiting for further instruction.

Name: Yelena 'Veera' Kalvich Age: 28 Race: Highlander Clan Represented: Kovaceski - Kalvich – OOC – IG Name: Lupid Discord Name: you have it stinky

Yelena offered a bright smile at the table, watching the group sign the treaty with interest!

A druidess would eventually recieve the news, only to blink. She quietly cleared her throat, going back to knitting a small blanket.

An arm wrapped around a wooden bowl, her free hand grasped onto a stone pestle. She smashed away at the mixture of berries within the bowl as the dim candlelight flickered within the window, peering out towards the isle's oceans from the desk inside of her room. Various papers were scattered over the desk from Casimir and herself, her singular hue eyeing them before a knock was heard. A musin scurried in, climbing up onto their stool to set the note onto the desk. Yet, another letter added to the pile. The Radaghastian took the letter with a kind murmur in thanks, unfolding the letter. She eyed each word; a serious of emotions. Her brows raised, her eye squinted, Yet - She smiled in the end. "LLewelyn apprroved it!" Yelena chirped with excitement, quickly setting her bowl down that she kept in her lap. The woman stood from her desk chair, slamming the bedroom door open before rushing down the steps into the Kovaceski clan hall and out the door! "Casimirr is now vhe Piast! Moi dearr, Hvala Iskryce!" She called into the young isle's streets, like a child. Pure hope flashed in her hue for the future of Iskryce and the Daelish Isles, a true sense of happiness since the journey began years ago between a mere meeting in Haense.

A musin quietly quipped to Yelena, tapping at her legs. She peered down to the being and took the letter with a light smile upon her scarred lips, ripping it open with her fingertip. "Daikuyu." The woman hummed, eyeing over the letter with her singular eye. "Look how farr we've come overr vhe yearrs.. Moi rrememberr firrst stepping onto vhe isles, with nothing in hand. We have been grrowing by vhe second."

sadly, it has become a common problem and has been one for many years while I've been on and off with the server. A lot of people have been resorting to squeezing into groups that have been dividing roleplay, and (most times) aren't welcoming. Each person has their own social circle and will tend to stick with those people, moving whereever they go. It's become a word of mouth type deal, you won't get into a group unless you truly know someone or are stupidly active.