Witchring

A street urchin trudges along her booze-filled cart, avoiding the shattered glass littering the streets. She lets out a frustrated sigh at the lack of business and looks to the fiery home, pausing. "It's always the Krügers." She shakes her head and carries on.

dubh ainmhí

Skin: blue plaid Discord: rey#4273 Bid: $12

DISCORD NAME: Rey#4273 SKIN IM BIDDING ON: Always pay their debts MY BID: $12 USD

Vinwë had not known Tanila as well as the others had. They were always polite to one another in passing, though truly it was nothing of depth. When Nenar told Vinwë about Tanila's illness, she couldn't help but feel pity for the woman. She was a mother, a daughter, a sister. She was a friend to all. It is what she thought of every time she would pass Tanila by. Misfortune and pity. When the Greenblades set out to the voidal lands, Vinwë decided to stay back; helping around the village and tending to the injured or children. And towards the end, word had come that they were successful. Piece of that word was of Tanila's sacrifice. A strange emptiness resided within the girl. Part of her was satisfied, the woman would no longer be in pain. Still, sorrow was unavoidable. Vinwë walked about the Nevaehlen grounds, contemplating. This kind woman she once knew was just a memory now. Death, how strange and bitter it was. She came to a halt near her grandmother's statue, Awaiti. The girl spoke out a prayer as she usually did. Her hand reached for the soft wood of the statue, and then a pause came. For a few minutes nothing was spoken or thought. Then, a realization crossed her face. "She'll be okay." Vinwë uttered peacefully with a smile. The girl lingered near the statue a bit longer, before setting off outside the walls of the Vale. Gathering building materials and beautiful flora. When Tanila crossed her mind, she did not feel pity any longer. Replacing those was a sense of admiration and respect for the courageous woman. That was the Tanila she would remember.

Vinwë looked over the menu, stroking her chin. "WYN! ONE OF EVERYTHING!" She'd slam her fists on the table like a gorilla.

After days of spinning red yarn over her walls, scribbling on paper, reciting the alphabet countless times .. Vinwë's eyes widen as the sentence began to make sense. "Talk to ..." She continued writing. "Within ... Ask for ... " Her fingers dropped the piece of coal, holding the paper up as if it were treasure. And with that, Vinwë took her horse and headed North.

A simple redhead walked through the ruined Vale, reading the missive with a distasteful look. "Huh, all this over a scratch ... And here I thought, automatons had hardened skin."

one of the good ones ;( best of luck man, stay safe <3

A scarfed person begins their journey towards the sands. "May Allah guide me."

none of this is real

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Elle'nora curled onto her couch in her home, holding the bowl Awaiti had last taken a sip from. She pondered on all the things they had planned together. From the home cottage, to playing games on the 'ame with their peculiar habits. Her jaw clenched, thinking of their final words shared together. "Will it be different this time?" Awaiti asked. "Of course - I promise. I'll never leave." Elle'nora replied. She looked up, and wept to the skies.

A paper would reach Elle'nora's classroom, as they were undoubtedly passed around in the Father Circle. She perks a brow whilst reading it, a simple shake of her head following suite. "Whatever happened to standing behind your actions? You yourself denied these accusations before the citizens of Elvenesse. Yet still, he comes to apologize not from his own regretful spirit, but from the fear that keeps him up at night." Elle'nora speaks to no one in particular in the classroom. She walks over to the torch lighting their hall and sets the paper ablaze, waving a dismissive hand. "Let this be today's final lesson - Always be ready to reap what you sow."

Elle'nora picks the paper from a post near the gates, reading it as she made her way into the city. A curious brow raised after each sentence. "Our differences may be clear as day, Eir'thall, but this ... This we can agree on." She'd state to herself. The 'ame continued on her merry way, folding the paper and handing it to another citizen as she came by the square. Her staff Asulsae would emit a small pulsing light. "How long will we stand for these injustices? I say, no more. It's time we return to the ways we know."

IGN: ValkireyDiscord: Rey#4273Skin: ParagonBid: 75

IGN: Valkirey Discord: Rey#4273 Skin: Paragon Bid: 60

Beautiful. Also Vul chad.

MC Name: ThatOneRey Discord: Rey#4273 Name: Varah Dohaera Race: High Elf Age: 114 Nation of Residence and Willingness to Relocate: Dominion of Malin. Willing. Do you currently know any Magicks?: None Are you willing to devote yourself to the Tenants of Truth Absolute?: Yes Membership of the Order will require regular participation in the Order’s Activities. Are you willing to devote the required time to the Order?: Yes