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To the abandoning, Kazimir var Ruthern.
Not often is it that I bring myself to the public light or play the theatrics of petty noble quarrels. For I was raised better, taught to humble myself and these temporary afflictions of ill-intent or distaste, until this hour. For it is within this hour you have provoked my ire and such is not something so easily achieved as I grow older. Ruthern blood courses through my veins, it is this blood that impels me to address your pathetic retorts with the fire of resentment.
Often it is spoken that blood is thicker than the frozen ices of the North, that the bonds of the Hammerhead are unbreakable, yet your absence has torn the very fabric of our familial relations asunder. You dare parade yourself akin a peacock, grant yourself the titleage of guardian of this lineage, invoking admiration for my father, your own brother, whose demise was not truly granted at the steel of my brother, the Lord of Vidaus, but at the deterioration of his own mind. How convenient it must seem to craft such a narrative of blame, when you yourself carry just as much. Absolving yourself, in the name of the Exalted Owyn, of any culpability.
To reiterate what I pen, as you flourish an inadeptness at understanding the confines of my brother’s address, my father did not meet his end at the blade of my brother as you so vehemently insist. No, his demise was the consequence of a different ahversary altogether - the demons of his own mind, a descent into madness that followed the wake of my mother’s, Analiesa’s, passing. An action my brother drew in mere self-defence. Not just of himself, but the defence of his children, of this house and of Ruthern’s sanctity. Ah, but you, ensconced within your distant wanderings, could not possibly have been aware of these afflictions in which befell my family, could you?
This is simply a matter of observation, the fact that your wanderlust severed your connection with us long before the birth of your nieces and nephews. You speak so profoundly of the former Lord, my father, lamenting his “wretchedness”, stating you would not stoop as low as my brother but it was you that attributed to the poison of my father’s mind. You, his brother. You revoked any support, you abandoned your bonds. I ask of you, where were you within the darkest hours of our house, during the anguished cries echoed through our ancestral halls?
You, who claim reverence for our lineage, an unspoken love for our family, yet where were you to defend us when it mattered? When the titleage of heir was thrust upon our Lord at the ripe age of ten, when Analiesa left us - where was this comfort then? Your presence was conspicuously absent. We do not know you, my siblings and I; our memories of you are but fragments of distant recollections. You Kazimir, are but a whisper.
And now you attempt to speak for us, to imprint your influence on actions you did not see. Though your actions speak a contradictory story. Our cousin, your own son, raised beneath the auspices of my father and mother - may their souls rest in peace - knows you only as a figure in which abandoned him, a father whom was more phantom than presence. Thus I will excuse your slander, for you know not what it takes to be a father. You do not understand the fierce protection of one, especially when the welfare of your young is threatened. For in truth, you have never been a father.
Thus, before you continue to spout tales of cravens and kinship, I beseech you to reckon with your own past, to recognize the echoes of betrayal at your hand in which reverberates throughout our family’s history. Your words ring hollow in the ears of those who have truly borne witness to the trials and tribulations that have befallen us.
Furthermore, let it be known, dear uncle, that should you continue to tread the treacherous path of half-truths and false claims, if you dare harbour any built intentions of drawing steel against the very blood of my own, it will not be the blade of my brother in which severs the ties that binds us. No, it shall be the blade of my own that will separate your head from your shoulders, should it come to such dire confrontations. You may have strayed from the path of our family, but I Stefaniya of Vidaus, remain steadfast, a true guardian of our history and torchbearer of honour. My resolve is unshakable, my persistence resolute. If you truly value your own blood, if you wish to honour our former Lord of Vidaus, then cease your deceitful proclamations and rejoin our halls in full.
May this letter serve as both a warning and opportunity of redemption. The choice is yours, uncle, and the consequence of your decisions shall be borne upon your shoulders alone.
Your dearest niece,
Lady Stefaniya Ipera vas Ruthern
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#Todderation Team
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From afar, a gaunt, sickly thing would assess the advertisement, a brow arched. "A warming thing, to see such care taken for our departed." She hummed, soon pocketing the crumpled paper and going on about her day.
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Someone, somewhere, wept for the loss of the once Maor.
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K N O W T H Y P A T H
The winds blew cold this day, even as the promise of Spring arrived against the horizon. The woman still felt the chill. Announced by goosebumps against her dirt-covered flesh. This day, the woman contemplated all that had come to pass and yet to be. There was no joy against her complexion, no contentment. How could someone with still so much left to accomplish be satisfied with their fate? A fate at the end of a ledge, a watery grave the only thing promised to her as she stared into their bitter depths. Even whilst the northern winds tore at her ivory mane, she did not flinch. For it was not death that troubled her mind, it was regret. Sorrow.
She thought of all those she had come to know. The many were a lengthened river of candlelight within a darkened realm. Here she found herself smiling, chin raised to the setting sun over the ocean planes. How a flaxen-haired mali’aheral drowned shared sadness at the bottom of a porcelain cup. A lively boy in the midst of panic grew to be a promising man. Or an eccentric oddity that drew the wool from her blinded eyes, bringing truth to all she believed to know.
There were many pillars that supported the treacherous lifestyle of hers. Bonds that no matter how their end was fated, were regarded with care still. The regret she finally addressed, came to be provoked by her stagnancy. Her reluctance. And in this final moment, she had learned how foolish she had been. Pride marring each action she had drawn.
The woman soon lost her smile, engulfed by her thoughts. How hard she had tried to keep things afloat, to satiate the near-impossible demands made of her. Though try as she had, she understood that a cycle designed to tear itself apart could never be mended. She could never mend it. And so, as her bare feet inched closer to the edge. The maiden bid herself to the water’s depths.
These letters are not RP knowledge and the information in each are suited for the addressed person only.
To Ayako [ @Lockages ]
SpoilerDearest,
I do not understand what became of us. Of you. For years we managed, maintained our balance, and forged something as strong as the stone itself. My sacrifice was for you. Yet when I returned, you had changed. In the silence that soon followed our dispute, I reflected. Cast myself into solitude and questioned each wrong I had burdened you with. In truth, in most accounts, I can admit fault. For I was never the easiest to love. But in our last, I cannot claim blame.
My fear of you being hefted within these affairs was the sanctity of yours. Not in the manner that zealots speak of, but in the way where you burned with passion. Contested the very stars themselves. Yet when I returned I sensed a vacancy within you. Something I could never place. But you had grown, become consumed by the mutterings that weren’t your own. Ayako, I could not recognize you. Even as I pleaded for your forgiveness, presented parchment. It was you who left me, who ensured bridges continued to be engulfed in flame.But it is respect for your choices that allows me to learn acceptance. To understand that you will forever remain uncontested in the path you pave for yourself. And with this, all I can do is hope that you will see it to the other end. That this choice will not claim you as it had me. That the bonds you forge will never be questioned, for I fear they shall be.
If there is but an inkling of advice I plead you to consider in my departure, it is to learn to see. For things given to you, spoken to you, are always far deeper than you could ever comprehend. We preach to rid ourselves of deific overlords, but you must consider the ones whispering in your ear.
May your life be fruitful and safe.
All my love,
Nememne.To Elarhil [ @riorr ]
SpoilerThe ‘aheral ever-changing. You are one of the most precious bonds I came to forge. Whilst it truly saddens me that we never managed to arrange another afternoon dedicated to tea and gossip, know that in my leave you were in my thoughts. I have heard you are thriving, finally able to relinquish your purist tethers and be how you’ve yearned to be. Truly, it is only pride I regard you with. For you have grown to measures I had never expected.
Strive for your happiness and never allow another to place their ideals or expectations above your own. For it will do you no good. Instead, stand tall. Remember me only as a friend who was naught but a bad influence.
Your dearest llir,
Nememne.
To Lesley, [ @Saun_399 ]SpoilerYou were always a thorn in my side, without fail. But how can one enjoy the beauty of the rose if they do not wish to be pricked? To this day, you have done nothing but impress me. Even in the moments when our heads collided. I could see the viciousness in your eyes, a trait that has kept you alive to this day. Keep it and cherish it. Do not ever let anyone demean your worth or render your efforts to dust. Demand respect and give it in return. Thrive and cut yourself from the trouble that forever churns.
In my leave, find guidance in Manon. She was always better with her words than I ever was.
I am so very proud of you.Your sister,
Nememne.To Melandrach, [ @christman ]
SpoilerThe first influence on this ever-complex path. You were a beloved friend of mine, a bond that I never forsook. Even as your opposite lay claim to my fate, I demanded our fondness remained unblemished. For some time, it was not. You taught me to conquer the very thing that shook me, to where it was naught but a comical recollection. For that, I can do nothing but thank you. But what I cannot stand for is your hand in the change of Ayako, the teachings you murmured within her ear.
It is not in my nature to refute lessons or teachings that resonated with her the most. But I know you, your temperament. But as balance demands it, I will never understand what truly provoked such a change. Only lay awake in my bold accusations, that your hand held the strings of influence. Just know in this passing, that blame is a bitter poison that is often ingested by one who wishes to lay it. Thus, I will not part on scornful words. Or dismiss the good you so often brought.
You were the winds of change, Melandrach. The unwavering zealot.
Please, all I ask of you is that you guard Ayako as if she was your own. Do not beckon her into unneeded harm, for where her fleshen vessel may seek no end. Each death claims its scar.
Your friend,
Nememne.To Todd, [ @Toddbringer]
SpoilerThe man forged from the mountain itself. You were the most unexpected friend. One I did not expect to last within the charity of mine. But I could not be more thankful that it did. At first, I shall not lie, I was seeking to make a profit from you the day I came to sell my wares. But as we shared stories of fondness over Akemi’s famed tea - I simply had to aid you. It wasn’t a choice given much thought, but rather an impulsive need. You reminded me so much of myself, I wished to grant you the kindness that I was refused.
But charity forged a friendship. Then friendship gave me a brother. You were the rock that kept me sheltered, and safe. Your measures and sacrifices never once went unnoticed, nor as I come to look over this ledge will I forget them. You are deserving so much more than what you’ve been delivered, Toad of Yar and I urge you to pursue a cause of your own. To not feel chained or obligated by the familial bonds you have forged. If there has been one thing I have come to learn, it is that our lives are so fragile and fleeting. But a speck, so be bold and claim what it is you desire. Do not shelter your heart from that of love, for in his moment, whilst it burns. It is a precious thing.All my love,
Your sister,
Nememne.
To Manon, [ @esotericas ]
SpoilerFor where I believe the announcement of this letter’s contents will not come as a surprise, nor be news that would deem your tears. It would be a great insult to you, nor do I wish my peace to be prodded by your curses to my name. Manon, you were an ever-developing enigma, pushed and stretched in directions that only demanded your harm. I tried, truly I did, to prevent as much as I could and I only hope my efforts brought some progress. that you were a cherished sister, one that shook the very foundations of my thoughts and often provoked growth.
You are a blessing, in so many lives and any who are blessed to cross paths with you should entertain this sentiment. Continue, Manon, do not allow the hindrance of your mind to dampen what matters. However difficult it might be. Do not lose direction, if it is the only thing you can manage in my name. Be strong.
Your sister,
Nememne.
To Adam, [ @Benleft ]
SpoilerMy most cherished bond, truly it saddens me to know how upon our last conversation how I managed to push you to harm. Each passing day that came after, I carried a pang of unimaginable guilt. How I wished to return to your homestead, to plead for forgiveness and restore our damaged bridges. But I knew you demanded space, that you would write upon your own willingness. Still, I do not give up hope on that sentiment -- I understand that presently you are still not ready. But choices of my own have been struck and opportunities cut short. As selfish as I am for levying this upon you, understand that there is nothing but love and admiration for you. That despite tensions and the severing of bonds, you were cherished.
No matter the corner of the realm you venture to, know I am with you - fond of how you have grown. Do not hide yourself away any longer, for with each guise you shoulder you lose a piece of yourself and I do not wish that a life of yours. Rekindle with the others, forgive, and forget. And I hope in time, you will learn to forgive me.
Continue to strive,
Your Sister,
Nememne.
To Lorien, [ @BonesOfTheEarth ]
SpoilerYou brought nothing but misery to my life, you shattered bonds, harmed many, and invoked discord in each situation your hand had a part within. Your nature is truly vile and despite the growth I have pushed myself toward - no part of me could ever come to regard you in a positive light. Never once did I fear you, or regret the disrespect I presented to you. Even as I pen this, I laugh at you - content with the effect I had upon you. For despite the tears shed, the heartache rendered. It was all fleeting and temporary, but your unending rage toward a woman that dared offer refusal to succumb to your demanded superiority is truly pathetic. For it will never be you that defined the end of my life, but a choice I have made. Not by the unrelenting and failed attempts of your harassment, but by the weariness that has overcome me. I choose peace, I choose to be free and I will forever relish in knowing that this will only serve to enrage you.
May a dagger find your heart,
Nememne.
To Roland, [ @GamblersPalm ]
SpoilerIt has been many, many, years since gazes have last been shared. With each passing day you managed to drift back within my thoughts and as I write this I know this will be a victory you will celebrate. That hate claims you when my name is murmured. But I never once came to despise you, it was regret and sorrow that lay burdened upon my immeasurable baggage. Still, do I cherish the good we shared, the jeers, the dances, and moments where all was but simple. I come to question if some divine force offered me the opportunity to go back and refute my chosen path, would I? Still, my answer would be no, for it has given me purpose - a meaning that I was forever searching for. A downfall of my own, I understand.
You are a great man, Roland de Grand and deserve nothing but the best that the realm has to offer. Where I was dampening upon your life, I only hope with the removal you are granted the peace of mind to thrive. To grow with broadened roots and flourishing branches, you once asked could a shepherd ever be loved? The answer is simple, yes. In so many forms, between bonds of companionship and love. It was something able if your mind hadn’t been decided before the very moment I tried to convince you otherwise. Often I wonder what could have become of us if things went differently. But these hypotheticals will be but a fleeting daydream as I prepare to send this. We took a gamble, and in many ways did we win.
I only pray there are many more gambles to come your way.
All my best,
Nememne.
To Astark, [ @White_Wolf ]
SpoilerThe one to make me as I now stand. There are so many thoughts that cross my mind when I come to think of you. Anger, frustration, or sorrow are among the many. You oathed that the action brought against Ayako would only serve to bring us closer, but it was partly a fault of your own that brought us to our separation. We drifted, fought, and battled with opinions after that point. Even as they plan your fall, with the bonds she has forged - I refuse to join them. Or play a part in action drawn against you. Many moons ago, I swore an oath, and within I refuse to shatter. There were many kindnesses you brought, aid, and unrelenting support. I do not part with hate in my heart, but an odd fondness. Please, pick your actions more wisely for the many that have led us to this eve have caused people to flock to the banner of war. Prepare yourself and your allies. For I have fought many battles both in your name and in the name of the Synod. It is time I hang my steel and find a sanctuary beyond the veil.
Be well,
Your protege,
Nememne.
To Castiel, [ @Unwillingly ]
SpoilerHow many years has it been now? Truly I lose count, much has happened and much comes to pass. My thoughts are often muddled, and distressed. I understand all too well that you will not spare a tear when the news reaches you, nor do I expect anything more. You were always a wonderful attribute to my life, stubborn, relentless, and brooding. But before the conflicts reached their peaks, I recall all the fond memories. Mending your cracked brow, sharing wine in mugs, and bestowing tales of our ventures. Still, do I apologise for the grief the sister of mine brought to you and the harm that befell, you deserved none of it. And still, despite all that has come to pass, you are a wonderful man. There were many times through the years that I considered seeking you out, to hang our obligatory wars aside for one evening and share words as friends. But in truth, I was terrified of what harm may have befallen me if I had pursued you. Now, as I pen my final thoughts and deeds, I wish I had come to you. For the ‘what-if’s’ plague me.
Be well, Castiel, and hold your daughter close, for she is a wonderful girl and you have done well in raising her.
Your friend,
Nememne.
To Akemi, [ @Moonish_Imp]
SpoilerI have failed Ayako, in more ways than I could cram into parchment, and in turn, I have failed you. Truly did I try, but in truth I believe there was little I could have done to salvage bonds between any of us. I understand there is an anger you may feel towards me, for reasons I will never come to understand but for them know that from the bottom of my heart - I am sorry. You were an underappreciated friend, there was much I could have done better and many opportunities I neglected. It is regret that harbours me, but from the deliverance of this news, I can only hope you will find a sense of peace. Take care of Ayako and keep her from Melandrach, any way you can for I believe with his hand there is much to come. Wars, bloodshed, and unrest. I beg that you guard her.
All my best,
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It is no easy thing for any no matter the age, for an individual to bid farewell to one they hold so dear. No book, words or preparation can ever bring the unimaginable grief that follows any ease. As the House of Ruthern announce the loss of our beloved Elizaveta, it was only seen as just to publish the young Stefaniya's writing. A poem designed to commemorate the memory of our departed and ease the sorrow that many feel stricken within their hearts. Elizaveta was a remarkable young girl that left her impression on many and through those memories we wholeheartedly know that her legacy will continue to live through us. We thank all who have sent their well wishes and condolences, without such unrelenting support we know our unrelenting sorrow would not be eased.
T H E C O M E T R E T U R N E D
A comet streaked across the sky,
her parents gazed in awe and love.
As a little girl took her first cry,
their little angel fallen from above.
She grew up full of might,
her smile apparent in every room.
A star that shone through every night,
and her laughter dispelled any gloom.
But fate had other plans in store,
the comet returned with a solemn grace.
And soon she was ill, weak, and sore,
as the little girl prepared to leave this place.
Her time was short, but oh so sweet,
her memory will shine on forevermore.
A life that touched so many hearts and streets,
even as she returns to heaven's door.
Though tears may fall, and hearts may break,
in the arms of God, she'll rest and play.
We know that she is now awake,
until we meet again someday.
So let her memory be a guiding light,
and in our hearts, she'll forever stay.
A star that shines so pure and bright,
our little comet that lighting up our way.
Written by Lady Stefaniya vas Ruthern,
18th of Snow’s Maiden, 121 SA.
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Stefaniya remained at her sister's bedside, eyes widened with horror and the events her young little mind thought impossible "Vy were meant to teach mea to be like vy, sestra. ." She cried out, affixed to Elizaveta's bedside hours after the announcement. Servants and family alike having failed at seeing the youngest removed. "Et was never meant to be vy. . Vyr our comet, vy were meant for so much more. ."
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IGN: TheIchorDruid
IC NAME: Stefaniya vas Ruthern
AGE (What division are you competing in?): 5 - Junior
SUPERVISOR: Uh-.. TBD
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THE BALLOT
((MC Name: ))
Name: Ellandria'ahern
Vote 1: Luthrien Maeyr'onn
Vote 2: Luthrien Maeyr'onn
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MC Name:
TheIchorDruid
Character's Name:
Nememne Iesoh
Character's Age:
86
Character's Race:
Mali'ker
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Mysticism
Teacher's MC Name:
White_Wolf
Teacher's RP Name:
Astark / Namarie
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/218210-conjuration-ma-theichordruid/?tab=comments#comment-1945530
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
Yes
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?
Yes
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MC Name:
TheIchorDruid
Character's Name:
Nememne Iesoh
Character's Age:
84
What feat(s) will you be learning?
Golemancy
Teacher's MC Name:
TimberBuff
Teacher's RP Name:
Valiren
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:
Yes
Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:
No
Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?
Yes
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[!] A parchment would be delivered to His Excellency, delivered by a curious little beast in which adorned the features of an owl though peculiarly the body of a feline.
Spoiler𝒯𝑜 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝐸𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝓎, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝓊𝒹𝓌𝒾𝑔 𝓋𝑜𝓃 𝒜𝓁𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓂,
𝑀𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒩𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝑒𝓈𝑜𝒽, 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓊𝓃. 𝐻𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒱𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝑀𝓇 𝐵𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒽𝓊𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝒹𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝑒.
𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝐼 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝒜 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓋𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒿𝑜𝓋𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.
𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃,
𝒩𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝑒𝓈𝑜𝒽.3 -
MC Name:
TheIchorDruid
Character's Name:
Nememne Iesoh
Character's Age:
77
Character's Race:
Mali'ker
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Conjuration
Teacher's MC Name:
BalmakkaCringe
Teacher's RP Name:
Lorien
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
No
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
Yes
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?
Yes
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MC Name:
TheIchorDruid
Character's Name:
Nememne Iesoh
Character's Age:
77
Character's Race:
Mali'ker
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Translocation
Teacher's MC Name:
Apotolofo
Teacher's RP Name:
Aech
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
No
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
yes
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?
yes
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MC Name:
TheIchorDruid
Character's Name:
Nememne of Iesoh
Character's Age:
77
Character's Race:
Mali'ker
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Earth Evocation
Teacher's MC Name:
Apotolofo
Teacher's RP Name:
Aech
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
no
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
yes
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?
yes
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Spoiler
C E R T A I N T Y I S R U I N
“K N O W T H Y S E L F”
And so it began, with flashes of fire and screams filling the air..
“My chera. I will give you the world, its treasures and more..”
Whilst smoke broiled, wood splintered and lungs began their demise. That Hawk did not fear, instead it was an odd bliss that came about her tired frame as feet staggered through the crackling wood beneath her feet.. finding the ledge of that ablaze tower of Dun an Ein. The voice of her mother reassuring Darya, flashes of imagery arose..
As the flames clawed higher, the struggling group of Dun an Ein scrambled with what little energy they had left. Hacking.. Slicing. Door after door.. Struggle after struggle.
“Sestra! Please.. Jump to us!” Bellowed the voice of Angelika of Vidaus, though the voice of hers would soon be lost beneath the noise of roaring flames.. She of Caermad would not hear.
“Blood spilt, I care not if it means the safety of you.”Then accompanied another voice, warmth licked against her flesh as those eyes found themselves looking between the immense drop of below and each face of her creed she had come to love. Angelika.. Solun.. Verres.. Masuo.. Though that voice beckoned her attention, Joseph’s form stood beside her with a softened smile.
Higher and higher those flames swarmed, ash spiraling like that of flies.. The form of Darya remained unmoving, peripheral leaving her comrades and instead viewed that drop once more.
“It is by the decree of this Imperial Crown, that Darya d’Azor shalt serve these Hexers in place of my daughter..”
The chin of Empress Anastasia lofted, yet another form coming to appear behind the burning body of that Hexer. The sternness within the Imperial monarch’s voice remained, offering all but a singular nod.
The floors began to cave within themselves, the body of Kolette of Rolin long since engulfed by the carnage. Though still Darya did not come to move, riddled with an agonizing conflict.
“Must you leave me? Will I ever see you again?”
It was the voice of Gino d’Falcone then, the illusion of how Darya once saw him within her youth. His steps were drawn forth, coming to stand beside that dying Hawk and staring off into the horizon ahead.
Once again did the voice of Angelika erupt, yet this time did the sheer terror of such scream that bring Darya to her senses. To a brief fleeting clarity “No! You have just returned to us. Please.. jump to us! Think of Will!”
W I L L O F B L A C K V A L E
The remaining breath in those tarnished lungs hitched.. realization of who she would leave behind..
And so did Darya jump to she of Vidaus, eyes squeezing tightly closed.
“N O T H I N G I N E X C E S S ”
It was not arms that caught the fall of the Hawk. Instead she began to feel the flooding of air swarming beneath her frame.
“Trust not that which lurks unseen in the clothing of sheep whose faces you haven't known. A hawk's gaze must penetrate that which seeks to deceive, and discern that which bears truth..”
As that fall ensued the very world around Darya began to slow, an aged form molding within the very air beside her. The head of Edmond of Sava came to acknowledge her with a solemn frown.
Those eyes of hers came to stare above, looking to the crumbling stronghold of the Hawks. Pieces of slate and wood caving within itself.
“You were a thorn in my side. But the greatest pride I could have hoped for.
My fated child..”As that body of hers continued to fall, another stature appeared.. falling, falling.. Arthur of Caermad’s palm intertwined betwixt the digits of Darya’s own -- gripping tightly.
“C E R T A I N T Y I S R U I N”
With a horrific thud did the being of Darya’s collide against the earth below, impacting all vitals. With a sharp splutter did an eruption of ichor come to don the chin of that deteriorating hawk.
Those above witnessing the plummet of the Caermad. Angelika’s voice shortly came to shrill in disbelief.
“DARYA!” It was a distant shock as that spotted peripheral stared upwardly, acknowledging the panicked expression of each of her comrades.
“Ever unto the creed, sestra..” Did Solun of Esbec’s voice then call, eyes fixated beneath him.
Such would be the last living words Darya of Caermad would come to hear before those eyes drifted to Arthur..
“Are you ready, my child?”
“Ai.. Papu..”
It was then darkness in which came to warm that Hawk’s peripheral.
Darya of Caermad, one who lived and died by the creed, was no more.D A R Y A O F C A E R M A D
1844 - 1896
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You have been an absolute pleasure to know Jen and I could not be more thankful for the memories we got to share together. Cannot lie, its going to be hard to see you go but I wish you the best of luck within life and am proud to have seen the growth of you and your accomplishments over the years. (Also I hope you stub your toe.)
Make sure to send me plenty of wedding photos.
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MC Name:
TheIchorDruid
Character's Name:
Nememne Iesoh
Character's Age:
55
What feat(s) will you be learning?
Alchemy
Teacher's MC Name:
maplesunflower
Teacher's RP Name:
Primrose Gendik
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:
Yes
Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:
Noo
Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:
Yes
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MC Name:
TheIchorDruid
Character's Name:
Nememne Iesoh
Character's Age:
55
Character's Race:
Mali'ker
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Fire Evocation
Teacher's MC Name:
Hawkeye__gough
Teacher's RP Name:
Alviss
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
No
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
yes
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?
yes
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S E E K I N G A N A P P R E N T I C E
[!] A neatly penned parchment would be pinned to many notice boards across the realm! Reading the following:
“Good day!
My name is Nememne Iesoh, a mali’ker of many trades and responsibilities -- seeking an enthusiastic and hard working apprentice to aid me in my day-to-day happenings across the realm!
You see, with the many jobs and responsibilities I am tasked with I often find it incredibly difficult to complete little tasks and errands upon the side; urging me even further to require assistance along the way!
My work consists of: The Co-Heading of a Library, Bartending in Vienne, Cooking for many a-people and other little things.
What do I desire?
A capable youth unafraid of hard and oft at times, grueling work of potentially late hours! Your responsibility will be completing tasks given by myself and learning of my schedule.What will you gain in return?
What I can offer is a roof over your head, food in your stomach and clothes upon your back. I shall also be mentoring you in a wide variety of academics and stylising lessons suited to your preferred learning method. Potential minae payment can be considered after a review of your first week of work!
If you are interested, please send me a bird and we can arrange an interview for the role!
I look forward to hearing from you!
-Nememne Iesoh.”
Spoilerooc:
Feel free to post your response on the forum! I shall get back to you as soon as I can!
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MC Name:
TheIchorDruid
Character's Name:
Nememne Iesoh
Character's Age:
50
Character's Race:
Mali'ker
What magic(s) will you be learning?
House Magery
Teacher's MC Name:
Self-Teaching Book [Sourced from Talon's]
Teacher's RP Name:
n/a
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
no
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
yes
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?
yes
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22 minutes ago, Spicii said:
Adeline Lorena Helvets-Rochefort scarcely gazed up from hell, a smirk adorning her features at her neice.
That Rochefortine bellowed amongst her slumber, swearing she heard the drunken curses of her late Aunt.
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[Moderation] Toddbrungy's Staff Application
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Posted
+1 #Todderation Team - For real though, Todd has been one of the few consistent moderators who kept the balance between staff and player relations. From coherency, communication and fair judgment. Presently there has been a large issue with communication from the moderation team and an overall lack of bridges being repaired with their relationship to players. A value in which Todd sees the importance. Add him back.