Dyl

The Boy on the Mountain The snowfall was heavy, the grass and foliage now covered in a thick white blanket. It was hard to see, the snowfall obscuring the vision of a woman in flee. A baby held firmly in her arms, his loud cries filling the silent forest. She had been running for days, the exhaustion visible within her eyes. Tears were dropping from the woman’s face as she clutched her baby tight. She remembered how quick it had all happened, the bandits' appearance within her village. They demanded all the food and when that was given, they demanded blankets. Next came all the money and when that was given, they demanded any jewelry. Once the village had been robbed of everything and would suffer in the coming winter, the bandits decided to bestow a gift upon the village. They viewed it as mercy, a slaughter to avoid the brutal winter. So the bandits began their hunt, masking the white snow with red as they spilled blood. None were safe. Men, women, and even children were put to the sword. The fleeing woman stumbled as the memories raced through her. She remembered how her baby had just been born, her husband so ecstatic to enter fatherhood. She remembered thinking about names for the child and decorating the child’s room. Now her biggest worry would be if her son would see the next day. She knew a baby would not survive like this, if the bandits did not kill him, then the winter storm would surely snuff out his life. The heavy snow masked a lot of things, but it could not mask her trail. A party of bandits had followed her, for they knew none could be left alive. They had been following her for days now. They were close, but far enough for her to run. They were catching up though. She was tiring, running on very little energy. Eventually she would collapse, and if her baby was not safe, they would both die. Her husband’s final words suddenly popped up, reminding her that nothing was more important than their son’s survival. She slowly stood up, first standing on one knee, then coming to both feet. She trotted forward, eventually coming to a mountain. Various voices were heard, and the forest behind her slowly lit up. They were gaining on her, she had no choice but to climb up the mountain. She spotted buildings that jetted out from the mountain and trees with beautiful red leaves. It reminded her of the warmth of her old home. Tired and collapsing, she reached the gate of the mountain top settlement. With all her remaining energy she rattled the gatebars, yet no one could hear her. No help was coming and she feared the bandits would find her. She had to make a decision then and there. She wrapped her child in the cloak she had worn, praying that it would keep him safe until someone from inside the settlement could find him. Saying her final goodbyes, she descended the mountain and died at the hands of the bandits. Her sacrifice allowed for her son to avoid the same fate as everyone else in the village. Her final prayers were heard, the settlement did indeed have people in it. They came to the gate, only to find that an abandoned child was there. Asleep yet shivering, they knew if he was not cared for immediately, he would die. He was put in one of the empty houses and monitored, at least until the child regained his health. After some time his health started to improve, and his sick skin began to flourish. His eyes were soon full of life, the golden eyes seeming to mimic the nearby fire. The people of the mountain had hoped someone would come for the boy, yet no one came. Days turned into months and months soon turned into years yet the child remained in his home. How could he leave though? The only home he had ever known, was the one he had awoken his eyes to.

Lyn u didn’t consult me wtf

The Will of Kato Oro If you are reading this, then I, the great Kato Oro, am dead! About damn time death finally caught me, I’ve been flirting with her for decades now! But I am content with how I have lived. In my lifetime, I have achieved far more than I had ever dreamed of. I, a nameless orphan, with nothing to my name, somehow ended up a noble and the head of a clan! Can you imagine that? I couldn’t and still have trouble thinking about it. But before I go, I wish to impart some lessons on you youngsters. Some knowledge from your Ojisan. Live with passion children. Whatever you do, make sure that spark is there. That flame will carry you far, it will be your light when you are lost. And when the drive starts to die down, that spark will reignite it. For me, I had two passions. The first was music, you know I never wanted to be a samurai. My Oyaji, Oijin, nominated me for the trials and I did not want to disappoint him. I still hope I haven’t disappointed him with my life path, but I suppose I’ll get to ask him soon enough! Music for me was comforting, it was what put my mind at ease. Playing my shamisen in city after city, letting my music be heard by the world was the dream and they’re memories I still cherish. The second great passion was smithing, taught to me by Oijin. Smithing presented another canvas for me to play around with. I could create fantastic works of art here as well, and both music and smithing helped shape me. Live with passion, and it’ll reward you greatly. The second great lesson I have is to walk with honour. Understand that your word has meaning. Do not hand it out so easily and understand that when an oath is made, it must be upheld. As a samurai, I took an oath to defend Kurai-Kuni and live by the Bushido Code. To falter on both of these oaths would have been an insult to my elders, and to you all, the remaining samurai and the ones to come after. I viewed myself as the worst samurai, but I would gladly die to defend my home and the people within. Remember to honour your oaths, they are worth their weight in gold. The third great lesson is to honour and love your family. As a boy, I had no family. No mother or father to look after me. The slums raised me and taught me how to live. It was not until my grandfather Oijin took me in as a retainer that I learned what family was. Had he not, I am sure I would have grown into a criminal. A thief or murderer was surely the destination had he not taken me in. The Kato Clan was one of the greatest treasures ever bestowed upon me. Head my words, family will be your shield and sword when the time comes. Cherish and love them, for it is them who will be the first to go to war for you, and they will be the last ones to leave your side when it’s all said and done. I’ve lived a great life, one filled with tremendous highs and deep lows. Many regrets linger in my mind and many triumphs repeat themselves. I am content with how I lived and think I did my best where I could. To all of Kurai-Kuni, the Samurai, Marines, and citizens, thank you for welcoming me in and standing by me. Uncle O Jr. out Several letters were sent out, arriving to people by birds. Ena Enkai Koukai Daisuke Emiko Leithril LandSkar Princess Joan ooc: if u wanted a letter and i forgot, my bad. Oro Oro was fun but his story is over. . . onto the next!

Marus Galahar receives word of the new body. He grinned as he read over the missive, taking pride in the work of his kin and fellow Highlanders. It was time they started to make something of themselves, and hopefully this would prove fruitful.

wow yo! okay so favorite bardmancer?

Oro Oro took the time to read the missive. His eyes scanned the missive scattering through the wind. A great reckoning was to come, he only wished he'd live long enough for when the time came.

Oro Oro is high key a Wii fit trainer.

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The johannian coat of arms are dope

ok but can we do a tier list of red rangers?

Father Zeno shook his head as he was delivered word of his defrockment. He did not understand why the Church was so insistent on dividing mankind. He did not think less of the Church for denying an Exalted. He thought less of the Church for their attempts to kill innocents and divide the first empire in centuries. He prayed they would rethink their path, for they were all sons and daughters of Horen. They did not need to continue fighting.

nice

shooting spoopy and xarkly is wild. what did they even do to warrant a removal? they were the face of moderation and spoopy was the most active manager/member of mod leadership.

wow!

i think we throw darts, and wherever it lands, we build a movie theatre, sauna, weight room (cuz some of u @Werew0lfneed to get ur weight up), and a waffle house.

NAME: Zeno VOCATION: Priest TRIBE / CULTURE: Rhenyari BIRTH YEAR: 230 (using server date cuz all these calendars are a pain) ORDINATION DATE: it was 261 ORDINATOR: Bishop-Magister Godfrey CURRENT DIOCESE: Saint Joren Parish ASSIGNMENT: none currently, just be a priest WRITTEN WORKS (please link): OOC: USERNAME: Cashdinero DISCORD: Everybodylovesdyl

NEEEEERRRRRD (sike, maybe not) tbh I'd say blundermore, only real wizard i can think of

Cal do oro oro

Welcome to the cookout, summer breeze 100% sorry dog, too hood for a cookout the uncles and aunties (at least mine) not gonna mine second best selection (after mine) im sorry seuss, you picked the wrong cole and kendrick. YOU COULDVE PICKED CROOKED SMILE, WORK OUT, NO ROLE MODELZ yes to frank ocean, wouldve preferred thinking bout you tho welcome lauryn hill is a yes okay these songs arent cookout, but because you gave me lupe fiasco, welcome in nah, this sounds nick @ nite the right kendrick, aside from all the stars welcome tav

THE COOKOUT We all wanna be invited to it but not everyone gets the chance to go. Give me a song, and I will let you know if I give you an invite to the function. My songs:

Team jolteon