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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.

Kivdrona tried hard to wrap its hands around any available for taking. Gaisorix was one of them. He was older, and becoming weak by the second. She already knew it wasn’t a good idea to bring him, but he insisted on going down with a bloodied blade in hand. He was knocked back by a lycanthropes, and suddenly another. The man was trampled, and gasping for air. Yelena heard his cries for her, and she rushed over on her own two feet. The mask she wore was already hard to breathe through, but seeing Gaisorix in a bloodied state made it harder to breathe. Her arms wrapped around her kin, dragging him off to the right and away from the battles the rest of Daeland fought. “Gaisorix.. Gavno.” The woman uttered as the ashes coated the duo, her brows knitting as she watched him fall deeper into his state of disrepair. A hand raised, tucking it against his neck to feel his pulse. It was hard to feel, perhaps her numbness of her beat bodice, or the gloves she wore. She had no idea. Yelena kept working on him, as long as she could. God, what could one medic do? Her gloves were bloodied at the end of it, completely shattered. She had to leave him behind. A storm was coming, and bodies were rotting into the ground. Aberrants continued to appear, forcing the woman away from Gaisorix. All she could do was keep fighting for her kin; for him. Her best friend’s body was outside, as she remained trapped within a house as a storm passed through Kivdrona. She kept her weak form up against the opening of the broken house where the rest remained, a pile of sand trapping her in. All she could think about was Gaisorix, and the pain she endured. It was no use. Her people kept getting injured left and right. She already lost three in Kivdrona. Gaisorix fell a warrior's death. Yelena was there for his funeral, clutching at Casimir and Jasna tightly. She shared some words, anything that could possibly be remembered of him. She couldn't help but blame herself for his death. “Hvala Gaisorix. Daikuyu forr everrything we’ve done together. We will all miss yu, vojak."

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

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

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.

"Wasn't vhis just a converrsation about vhe mice people at vhe barr?" Yelena emitted a light chuckle, peering to @far1ca

A young woman sat up in bed with the note in hand, far to weak to travel with her sustained injuries from the recent battle. Her singular eye scanned over the words written by her courter, Casimir. She couldn't help but give a light smile at the letter, murmuring out as her head tilted towards the window overlooking the young Iskryce and Daelish Isles. "Hvala Iskryce, to all of moi vojak and morre. Diakuyu forr saving moi life."

good concept +1

Absolute god

A subtle sigh escaped an old elfless' lips once she heard the news from the Trade Prince of Sutica, merely gazing out over the city with her golden hues as she idly stood watch. A mere longsword was next to her; one she has used for many years in battle and through war. She soon sent the news to a fellow friend, idly praying out to herself for safekeeping. "I cannot rest just yet.."

RP Name:: Darrega Ireheart MC Username: Lupid Discord: oli#0981 What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Urguan Why Do You Wish To Come?: Literally to not let Utak die What Skills Can You Bring?: Basic medical healing, shitton of dwarves