Dumbrarere

Hello, fellow community members. I know there will be some disappointments, some sorrows, and many people who will miss me deeply. However, I must put this up now. You may be wondering about my sudden disappearance. Very few of you already know this already. All questions will be made answered with this post.

Following the out of control situation with ever growing toxicity on the server, the reported mass pugsy at the Global Assembly meeting in the Dragur Library, the continuous, unnecessary raids on Dunshire, and a whole host of other problems on the server, I have deemed it necessary to leave Lord of the Craft behind, and have since moved on to my roots per say, in a modern realistic roleplay server with old friends (One I will not mention here on the forums due to advertising reasons). I know I have not concluded Auralia's story with the final journal post, but after a sudden restart erased quite a bit of progress, I have had to shelve that post. I'll get back to it, definitely, but don't expect it any time soon, and it will be the very last roleplay post I ever do.

Feel free to contact me on Discord if you'd like @Nep-Nep#1708 for any reason. If you would like to join me on the other server to either check it out or get away from the toxicity, let me know and I'll tell you about it in a private discord message. Anyways, I hope that you all have a good time, and I'll miss the friends I have made here.

@Rella101 I know you and DarkSoundwave will never forgive me for my mistakes, and that is fine with me. I hope you both meet many more good people out there, as this world is full of many great people who would love to have you both as friends, and would have gladly put their lives on the line for you both, as I would have. Until next time we speak.

@BritBritt We've not been able to roleplay together much as Johnathan, but it was somewhat fun, though the toxicity of others got in the way. I hope we can talk to each other on discord, and that we can meet each other elsewhere in the future.

@MyLittleUnicorn It was fun roleplaying with you as Auralia all the way until the end, you and Darkk both. I wish the roleplay didn't take the sudden turn it did that soured things for both of us.

@z3m0s You are one of the more neutral professional gms on this server, compared to the more biased ones that have been there, and the work and help that you have provided and continue to provide to me and the rest of the Lord of the Craft community is much appreciated. I thank you, as without your help, I'd not have been able to learn more about this server and get accustomed to how roleplay worked here as quickly as I had.

@TorkoalTom The friendship between Auralia and Quillian was short indeed, but I enjoyed the rp that I had with you, as I did with everyone else. 

To the rest of the community, I bid you all farewell. Until next time we meet.

44 minutes ago, Sporadic said:

It's mostly a placeholder name. I've made 5 items and named them 1 through 5 because I have 0.0 creativity. So say hello to Unicum Deutrium Tritium Quadrium and Quintilium until me and the lore lads can figure out some cool regional resources that gel well with world lore and the properties we require of them.

It's just that... Unicum sounds dirty, in a way that I do not think is appropriate for the forums. You'd be better off thinking of a different placeholder name. Also, congrats, for using the name of an actual material (Tritium) for a placeholder name.

I had a good chuckle at the title, and the names you used for the first liquid, Unicum, sounds... idk, you take a guess at why I'm poking at it. Aside from the name, it sounds interesting.

3 minutes ago, Sky said:

 

But this sort of attitude is also what is pulling the server southward, the whole mentality that has been ingrained into the minds of many community members that 'reporting people is usless/not worth it'. Nothing will change if you aren't willing to assist in moving forward, and honestly, reporting people is part of that- Especially if they are intentionally ruining the experience of other members on the server just for them to have a cheap and sadistic laugh over it. 

 

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you actually have a good point there.

6 hours ago, youlovesocks said:

 

Many players within Renatus-Marna that you probably consider as "more PvP goons" have been around the server since 2011-2013. They've done their fair share of good RP'ing and conquest is a very legitimate form of it. Just so happens that sometimes you've gotta be good at PvP too to do it. It is the people that don't take conquest and battles seriously that are the toxic players. That's kind of far fetched but not accepting/dismissing RP related to conquest/war because it doesn't match your personal play style and consider it as not RP at all, but rather just a toxic attitude, is just silly. 

 

Obviously I am wrong in some cases. Some players DO just want to PvP, but the majority isn't playing a ******* minecraft fantasy roleplay server just to rob players of their fun.

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If you want an example of what I am talking about, many people have witnessed a bunch of PVP goons attack the Global Assembly meeting at Dragur Library and pop people without rp yesterday, which not only robs people of their fun, but is also against the server rules. I personally won't BR them, because it's not worth it, but this kind of stuff is what makes the server not fun.

Lately, I have begun to see more and more pvp goons getting a piece of the server, and looking for reasons to force people to pvp and interrupting rp, even going as far as baiting them, to try to force their will on others while still being within the rules set up by the staff. these people are all over, no doubt, but exist more apparently within Renatus-Marna and Norland. As for what was posted, I can say with some degree that, yes, it is true. One such person who fits in the confines of the OP is one who is extremely toxic, and attacks players based on gender or simply for being a so-called 'gender bender' (playing the role of the opposite gender inrp). I often question why I rp on this server, but I still do because of wonderful friends I have made, but given the circumstances, I personally might end up leaving soon, as I am tired of the toxicity and don't want it rubbing off on me.

1 hour ago, MyLittleUnicorn said:

Alison Skion coughs badly for few times while she reads throught the texts, tears rolling down to her cheecks. She clears her throat with one more cough before letting quiet words out from her mouth:

"Good old times, sister.. I wish things would have went in a better way. I wish I wouldn't have turned so cold on you.. Please forgive me.. And know that soon enough we shall meet again.."

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"It is okay, Alison. I will always forgive you. You are my sister, and I will never let anything bad happen to you. I shall watch over you, now, and I shall keep you in my heart and prayers." Auralia replied from the Seven Skies, her words ringing in Alison's heart like a bell.

8 minutes ago, SciGuy said:

"and I knew that curon and cannonisum was bad..."Upvote

"Don't say such things, my sweet Theresa. You are a canonist, too... Perhaps you could learn a thng or two from the sisters." Auralia corrects Theresa from the Seven Skies.

The next set of Journals began to trickle in... This details her last few years on Axios, it seems...

1638 - Part 1

"Master has been incredibly kind to me... it's like I was with my previous owner all over again... Though, I... still want my freedom, but it's out of my reach... Days have been going by, and life is kind of dull. My dress has been getting worse for wear, too, and sometimes my undergarments get exposed by all the holes. It's embarrassing, feeling this generous, and I struggle to hide everything. When Master was not around, I've been sitting pretty in our camp, while I continued to suffer with this leather collar around my neck. We're going to a city named Aleksandria, to capture it from some country called Santegia... Master wants me to come along. I do not know what will happen, and I do not know who's side GOD is on in this coming battle, but if we survive, I'll be at least relieved... It's not like I have a choice, if I want to avoid a potential beating... Cassandra... I hope you're okay out there..."

1638 - Part 2

"Somehow... we won? Aleksandria is amazing. I don't think I've seen a city so large, since that trip to Sutica with my previous Master. And the architecture... I'm in so much awe... As soon as we got inside, I quickly set about finding and claiming a home for Master and his family. I ended up finding a nifty house close to the square. It's a pretty large sized home. Afterwards, I joined Jarrack Draskovits in the tavern, enjoying a drink... a toast to our victory... But not once, did I feel happy, knowing my situation still continues. I met more of the people of this, err... Curon. A man named Sylvestre Halcourt III offered to help me in ways that are... sinful... I had to argue with him, when he suggested vile things, as 'friends with benefits' and 'sexual intercourse before marriage'. I was not willing to sacrifice my virginity so sinfully... At least I met a plant woman named Opal Fritz... She's nice. She taught me the secret of Tippensroot Salve... On the other hand, I think I'm losing my mind, with this collar... I desperately want to take it off, but knowing that it is the mark of my slavery, I just can't... I've never been allowed to with my previous owners, and I certainly don't think I can take it off now... In a random visit to Metz, behind my Master's back, I saw... a woman, I guess? She seemed... royal... A princess... It started raining, and I had to return before my owners get suspicous, so I never got the chance to talk to her... Maybe I can try later... GOD... I hope you're listening to my prayers, because I need your strength..."

1638 - Part 3

"Many chances to talk with this princess did not go very well... I met with a priest, for the first time in years, and he prayed for me... Then finally, on the day of a crusade, I grew tired of the suffering. Through GOD, I summed up the courage to run away from Master's home, and to Metz, knowing full well that he would see me there. I waited for the chance to talk to the princess from before, and when I got that chance, I waved to her... She came to my aid... Introduced herself as Queen Henrietta Louise. I was so desperate to be free, that I gave up all of my secrets to even her, though despite me begging for her aid, I felt that not even she could help me... through long talks, we argued, the fear building up... that's when she made me realize something about myself... All this time I felt unable to be freed by Master, I was blinded by fear, brought on by the many days under Mistress three years ago... How could I be so foolish? After that, I took off the collar. I had intended to toss it into the moat around the keep here in Metz, but I decided to keep it. Henrietta was keen to talk to my Master, to ensure that my transition from slave to free woman goes well... GOD... Thank you so much... By sending me to Her Majesty, you have answered my prayers... Not only have you set me free, you have also made me see that I was free all along, through Makashima... I now owe these two people, and you, everything... Thank you... Thank you..."

1638 - Part 4

"Days have past, and I feel a strong friendship growing with Her Majesty and the rest of the Royal Family. Henrietta is a kind woman. A bit skiddish, and afraid to fight, but I can't blame her for her faults. Through her, I grow to be friends with a young priest named Arthur Dimmesdale, and a soldier named Avery. In Aleksandria, I continue to mingle with Master and his family... Makashima and the rest of the Draskovits family are good people. I also met the young Duke, Charles Devereux. An ambitious and somewhat tacky gentleman, but a brilliant leader with a good heart. I see many things that GOD can do through him. I quickly became friends with him, too... and then feelings for Makashima Draskovits began to develop, and with Sylvestre Halcourt III. I loved them both. I wanted to give them my all as their wife. But I know I can only have one or the other. That is fine with me. I will be happy either way."

1638 - Part 5

"It's become increasingly apparent that I cannot have either of them... Makashima adamantly tells me that he only loves women who fight, and Sylvestre tells me that he loves me and wants to marry me, but can't, as His Grace is marrying Sylvestre off to a d'Aryn... A shame, I suppose... Perhaps GOD has someone else for me... On a trip from the keep in Aleksandria, I ran into some guy who was trying to break the door down. Naturally, a bit of fear began to course through me, as this happened. Once he had broken the door down, he and this other woman walked in. The man, seemingly angry about the fact that there was a witness, grabbed my throat and began to threaten me. As I struggled to breathe, the woman who was with him grew angry, and indeed tried to stop him. It took a while, but he finally let go, and I gasped for breath, before scrambling inside. I was scared. The woman walked in to check on me, and calmed me down. Unlike the man who just threatened my life, she was very kind. Provided me with a new dress, to replace the tattered one I wore. I went to His Grace about it, and told him what happened. I learned later that the man was named Thomas de Hartcold, which was one of his vassals. After that, I decided to give Makashima one last shot, by entering the dueling pits with another woman, Sylvestre's sister, in a sparring match... it didn't end well... Half way through, I experienced very traumatic flashbacks, back to my first months in slavery, and I panicked. I guess I'll never be good enough for him..."

1638 - Part 6

"Life continues on, and I have never been so happy as I have been with my second owner. I meet new friends, talk with old ones... There was a young lass named Alison Skion, who asked me for help in finding Ajax's squire. We went around Metz, and eventually found him... Turns out the boy did not like being his squire. A month or so later, Alison was attacked by OSL members, for apparently not knowing of Canonism. I tried to stop them, but they refused to yield, even after I sought the help of a priest, who then called them out for being no better than savages. A Holy Ser came by and reasoned with the men, telling them to stand down. Alison will learn Canonism... I hope it makes a good difference in her life... Afterwards, as I tried to sleep in the cathedral, one of the men who attacked Alison tried to treat me as his slave, not letting me sleep, talkiing harshly to me... I felt as if he's compromising the freedom I had been given by Henrietta and Makashima... I had to tell Henrietta about this, as it was unnerving..."

1639 - Part 1

"I've made my decision. I'm not only going to continue to live in Metz with my friends and the queen, but I am also going to start my own bakery. It's the perfect way to thank my second owner for his kindness, thus far. I gave begun to mingle more with the royal family, making friends with Princess Margaret, Princess Catherine, and a few others. I feel so normal, like my time in slavery never even existed. It makes me feel... happy. I still have not seen Cassandra in such a long time, though... I wonder how she is... I miss her... Norland has fallen... not sure I approve of that, but what's done is done. I've grown a sort of dislike for it, after I heard that a few of their women have been trying to seize power. I ensured Alison ran away from it as it was burning. Not much we can do now..."

1639 - Part 2

"Something nasty has happened. While I was spending time with a nun, Sister Judith, and helping her with her work... an unearthly, demonic screech dominated the landscape around us, and thanhium dust began to fall on Metz, dropping the temperature drastically... a thanhium winter... But that screech, though... those unholy monstrosities... my GOD... how could such a thing exist? Such abominations... Anyways, I stayed downstairs with Sister Judith, and continued to help her deal with a *****, who sold herself out for money. The punishment... Her hair was shaved off, and her nose was removed. She denies the whole whoring thing ever happened, and I think she was telling the truth, but I could have been wrong. The big shock, no pun intended, was when she attacked Judith in cold blood with voidal lightning magic, after everything was done. She was too weak from injury to do any harm, but... she made a big mistake. I believe that magic can be used in favor of GOD's plan for us, against demons and the like... but she had to use it for evil, against the church, and she had to be put on the cross for it... I can't believe this..."

1640

"Axios... is dying... The Thanhium from Johannesburg spreads... Metz is frozen... The Orenian Empire is gone... Undead and unholy abominations roam the land at will... The end of our world is near... Now, only the Cloud Temple remains the last true bastion of this place, and it seems that preparations are being made for a mass exodus to a place called Atlas... On my end, the man known as Thomas de Hartcold has feelings for me... What a big surprise... Well, call me crazy, but... I can only accept his proposal... I hope things go well... While we get ourselves together as a couple, we put things together for our evacuation from Aleksandria as the Thanhium spreads further. GOD, grant us protection... Protect Cassandra if she's still out there..."

1641

"And so we leave Axios behind... my second Master's grave, encased in ice and thanhium dust... They expect this to take us three months, with a stop by an island for resupply... Damn, Emperor Philip... What insanity has plagued you to doom our world? I'm just glad that we're all alive... I sent a letter to Cassandra via a seagull... and I think she's alright... Not sure which ship she's on, nor am I certain where she is at the moment... At least she made it out... Much is going on... I thought Alison got slain by Holy Ser Rakim... I took her to the Druid's boat, which is quite interesting... Not a single sail on it, how does it even work?! I just... Druid magic... GOD, help us all... I am still mad at Ser Rakim for what he's done... Alison is like a sister to me at this point, and I want the best for her, but this... killing her is not the best... I will find a way to help her see the truth... GOD may have something in mind, to act through me, to see her on the right path..."

1642 - Part 1

"Impossible! No! Queen Henrietta, my friend! Missing! The first thing I find out when we arrive in this new frontier is this?! GOD... if she's enduring the same pain as I did... please, GOD, give her the strength to escape! I do not know what I'll do if I lost her, or if she is forced into slavery! I cannot write anything else, as I continue to be worried for her... His Majesty, Mauer, tells me not to worry, but I cannot help it... GOD, please, guarantee her safety..."

1642 - Part 2

"Another prayer, answered! Henrietta has returned, safe and sound! She told me and her daughter, Beatrix, otherwise known as Bee, that she was kidnapped... GOD, bless you, for seeing her safely home in Marna... Things calm down and life continues as normal... Thomas and I are finally married, at the displeasure of a Vertilla that has been trying to split us apart... I don't think Thomas has been telling the whole truth about that, but I suppose we will find out soon... Only GOD will decide what happens. I leave our marriage in your hands, GOD..."

1643 - Part 1

"We finally got our bakery up and running. It took so long... And another thing, I am pregnant... These illnesses I am feeling sure are strange... The little one in my belly is eager to pop out and see the world, as it occasionally bumps into me from the inside... such a silly child... Life goes on, I visit Henrietta and my other friends, I talk with my sister Alison, and all that... I've met so many new people. Ajax and Alison seem to mingle together a lot. Thomas and I are happy together, which is nice, though I've not gone to Curon in a while. I hope those folks are okay."

1643 - Part 2

"My pregnancy goes well. And my sister, Alison, has been given a place in the court of the newly founded Kingdom of Arbor. I'm so proud of her, to have been given such an honor. I intend to go to Arbor soon and visit her, maybe meet the king. So much good news in so little time... It's been pretty quiet, so... I've not much to write down."

1644 - Part 1

"My sweet little girl has finally been born! Thomas and I have experienced the sheer joy of seeing our little baby girl, and have decided unanimously to name her Theresa de Hartcold. She's such a sweet little aengul... our sweet little aengul... I'll admit, as a first time mother, the labor was excruciatingly painful... Now I know what to look out for, if we decide to give birth to another child later on. Theresa... May GOD bless you throughout your life, that you may live long and healthy, and that you may forever prosper in our family..."

1644 - Part 2

"I cannot even BEGIN to express how ANGRY I am! My sweet little daughter, attacked at only a month old in Marna! By a member of the OSL, falsely accusing Alison of being a witch over a trained parrot! The man picked up a stone and threw it at her, hitting her in the head, right in front of me, Alison, and Brand Denhardt of the OSL! And this wasn't a mere pebble! This was a sizable stone, big enough to kill her! I felt her pulse dying soon after, and no doctors were around to try and save her! I ordered for the rogue OSL member to be arrested, furious at him for this grievous crime! If my daughter doesn't survive, I hope GOD finds mercy for him, because I won't! He will hang for what he's done!"

1644 - Part 3

"GOD... thank you so much for letting my sweet Theresa live... I was so scared... I didn't want to lose her... you answered my prayers, calmed my anger, and saved my daughter's life... You have truly blessed me with this miracle... Becoming a Canonist was the best thing to ever happen to me... I've told Brand and Ser Rakim the good news, exlaimed before the crowed watching the execution of the man who almost killed my daughter, that my child yet lives. The man at the gallows was promptly stripped of his OSL tabbard and denounced as a brother of GOD for his most heinous crime, before the noose went around his neck. Then, at the pull of a lever, he was dropped down, the noose tightening around him and choking him. After a few minutes of struggling, he finally perished, his body limp as it hung from the gallows. GOD's holy retribution for the wicked has shown its teeth this day. May He watch over us and protect us forevermore, and may His word shine around Atlas. I have sent a letter of the good news to Alison... I think this is the act that forever changes her life for the better, and she accepts Canonism at last."

1644 - Part 4

"Amazing! Not even past three months, and my little baby girl has said her first word! It just so happened to have been 'Henrietta', my best friend and the Queen of Marna... I bet she feels honored that her name happened to be my daughter's first word. GOD truly is working through her... I'm so happy..."

1645 - Part 1

"I have been to Arbor, meeting new people, and plenty of things. It was all good, until things started crumbling all around me. The Rurics of Norland essentially tried to enslave Arbor through Alison, Makashima Draskovitz has been killed, Thomas and I have been banished from Curon... what in the world is going on here? This isn't good at all... The feelings of sadness and grief begin to take hold... Makashima... Why did you die? GOD... What do I do?"

1645 - Part 2

"Arbor has fallen... In a duel in Curon, King Aragon Silversteed was cut down by Jory Ruric of Norland... They say it was an honorable duel, but I think the Ruric cheated... I cannot trust the Rurics... they're too sketchy... With no kingdom to return to, Arbor had evacuated, everyone going to Curon. A damn shame... Ajax and Alison, who are now engaged, were crushed by this... GOD... this isn't going well..." 

1645 - Part 3

"I've spoken to His Grace in Curon... He was not happy to see me... I'm sort of furious at Thomas. He broke an oath, and got me banished for guilt of association... damn that man! There was little I can do, but convince His Grace to allow Thomas to swear a new oath, an oath of reconciliation, under him. I am now off the hook, at least, and free to mingle about with people. This is certainly a step up from the last time..."

1645 - Part 4

"What have I done? Why did I sleep with Sylvestre Halcourt behind his back? I mean, he was depressed, right? I wanted to help him, right? It felt good to help a friend in need, but... I feel so guilty... This isn't right... I need to pray about this, and figure out how to own up to this... Man, this was a big mistake..."

1645 - Part 6

"I told him... I told Thomas of what I did... and why I did it... I am so ashamed of myself... I know it was for a good cause, but... did I really have to do that? Master would be so furious if he were here right now... I am just glad that Thomas forgave me, as he and I have tried for another child. I went to the cathedral, and confessed my sins before His Holiness... it's a good thing, too, as I desperately need to get myself healed and get my life back on track... I now have to wear the letter A, a so-called 'Scarlet Letter', upon my chest for two Saint's Weeks... I'll have to be careful, now, but I know this is going to be a long two years... On another note, it turns out that Thomas has decided to break his second oath with Curon, choosing instead to stick with the OSL... I'm so furious with him..."

1645 - Part 7

"I told His Grace about what happened, and he planned a trap for my husband, asking me to act as the bait. I send Thomas a letter to meet me in Curon, as I was asked... this was going south real quickly... All that was supposed to happen was that he was supposed to be arrested and trialed for oathbreaking... and when he was captured and put in a cell, he was... he was tortured... and when I saw those scars on him, I saw myself in his place... it was horrifying... He later escaped, thank goodness, and sought solitude amongst his fellow men in the OSL... I told Ser Rakim about what happened, and he accused me of being unfaithful to my own husband... why, though? I tried to plead with him, and he wouldn't listen to me... I ended up getting locked up in the barracks until His Holiness came... I was so scared... I didn't want this to happen... I didn't want any of it... I was finally allowed to see His Holiness, and I told him everything... they believed me... GOD was there, and helped them see... It scared me to the core, that this all happened... I need a break from my husband..."

1646 - Part 1

"Only two months into the pregnancy... this Scarlet Letter fills me with such shame, but I must push through. All I can do is put on a smile and push through it. It's not as bad as having my arms and legs shackled together, or not being allowed to eat, or even wearing rags that don't even properly cover the lower half of my body, but it's still shameful... goodness..."

1646 - Part 2

"I have been told that Sylvestre Halcourt is a manipulator, by many people in Curon... I did't want to believe it, but a feeling in my gut told me that they were telling the truth... The proof came to me in Rivia, Alison's new settlement in the south, when Sylvestre was kissing Alison Skion, telling her the same things he told me back on Axios, how he wanted to be with her, but couldn't... How could I be so stupid?! The man lied to my very face... manipulated my feelings, my willingness to help those in need, and made me commit a heinous sin! I talked with Alison later, during a wedding between Sylvestre and his new wife, and it turns out he tried to have sexual intercourse with her as well... such a complete slimeball, he is... I trusted him, I cared for him as a friend, and he used me... I hope he faces GOD's divine punishment. I want him to see for himself, the error of his sinful, lustful ways! I will go tell the church about this, and hope that Alison does as well! In the future, I'll not be so quick to help him. I'll just let him suffer, like I am suffering in shame for my sin."

1646 - Part 3

"My friendship with Ester and His Grace, Karl Devereux grows. I've been granted a position as her handsmaiden... such an honor, truly. I took to the task immediately, despite the growing shame I feel with the letter. Perhaps this will help ease the pain... though I do wish to be with Henrietta more often... I stop by and talk to her quite often, and I enjoy the time I have with her, as little as it can be at times... My letters to Cassandra come and go, and I keep her updated with all the latest happenings in my life. She's happy that I am free, and happy that I am married, but felt upset that I slept with another man behind my husband's back. The redeeming aspects are that she is glad that I sought penance, and that she's more upset at Sylvestre for manipulating me than she was at me for committing the sin in the first place."

1646 - Part 4

"I got to meet Alison's son, Aleks Skion-Othan... I won't even begin to say how disappointed I am for the fact that she had fornicated with a dark elf... but I am a merciful woman, and I forgive her. Aleks is such a sweet, young boy, who takes after his mother and father. I love him like I love any other person. I am proud of him, proud to be his Auntie Auralia. I taught him how to bake, made him a sandwich, and enjoyed my overall time with the kid. The only thing, though, is that we need to get him baptized, before this becomes an issue among the church. I suppose we can handle that another time..."

1647

"Mother Judith came to Curon with Sister Yuliya... I told them all about what happened, how Sylvestre manipulated me into committing sin, and how it led me to wearing the A... It was an... interesting talk... We'll just leave it up to GOD, I suppose, to decide what happens to the man..."

1648 - Part 1

"Two years have passed, Norland grows more and more volatile, their leaders now total warmongers. War rages across Atlas as the Rurics vie for land and power through conquest, and kill any member of the church they see. I try to ignore it, though. Instead, I focus upon a lot of other things, like talking to friends and family. My two Saint's Weeks in the Letter A are over, but I chose to wear it a few extra months to show my faithfulness to GOD and willingness to prove that I am healed before the church. I am so happy, finally out of that situation, and finally able to return to normal life... On another note, I have given birth to a son, James, in Rivia. My little Theresa has a little brother, now. I am super happy."

1648 - Part 2

"Dang it, Mauer! Who's bright idea was it to allow people in Marna to have slaves?! I know they're not humans, but I am sensitive to these things! I lost my friendship with Princess Catherine, my nightmares are returning... seeing people in such pain... it hurts! I hope the church repeals this sinful and pathetic new law, because I can't take this! I can't even come see Henrietta as much anymore... It's too painful to bare, seeing people suffer this way... the same way I have suffered..."

1648 - Part 3

"Unbelievable... Mother Judith and Sister Yuliya believe that my penance has not cleansed me... I believe it in part to the fact that I have not outwardly shown that I had felt shame, but still... now I have to be a nun, a postulant, for a set amount of time... I only hope it doesn't take too long... My little Theresa and James need me... There's not much I can do, but accept this fate... my hair got shaved off, my jewelry taken... put in the habit of a nun... this is going to be a long few weeks..."

This appears to be all that has been released this volume. Certainly more will be released at a later date.

Sister Catherine has no idea what is going on anymore.

"Alison... I am truly sorry that I failed you so long ago... If only now I haven't died, maybe I could be there, by your side, in your illness... If I had the choice, I'd save you from your failing health... Stay strong now, Alison... Stay strong for the both of us... Stay strong for all of us... GOD and I will both be here for you, every step of the way... I love you, Alison, with all my heart. See you again..." Auralia said in the Seven Skies as her best friend and sister was suffering.

Auralia shook her head at the continuing decline of Curon, watching from the Seven Skies with the knowledge that she is now hopeless to stop it. "The irony here is that the only reason Linette is making Curon a failed state is because the people themselves are throwing up roadblocks, almost actively fighting her attempts to stabilize the nation's failing economy and military. I actively tried to bring people in, going so far as to allow my own daughter, Theresa, to join the military, before I was assassinated. I admit, some of the higher ups that serve her have some measure of incompetence, that can be fixed, but that doesn't make her incompetent herself." she spoke in disgust.

"Confused Statement: Meatbag settlements are weird." A peculiar construct commented as it heard the commotion.

Blue, now Sister Catherine, flicked her clipped ears back and shook her head, not saying a word.

4 minutes ago, bluelylit said:

Mother Judith gags. "This man is incompetent." 

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"I've had such hope in Leila, Mother Judith... Maybe she could not take the pressure after all... Veres, I hope you don't screw this up..." Auralia told her old friend from the Seven Skies.

"I honestly have no words... GOD help this man..." the newly tonsured Sister Catherine responds.

"Have you finally snapped, Leila...? Has the stress of your position and the loss of your child taken its toll...? Goodness, Leila... You've gotten yourself into a huge mess..." Auralia says with a sigh, looking down from the Seven Skies with worry.

1 minute ago, NotEvilAtAll said:

"I love 'ow bein' ah 'alflin' jus' gives ye random death threa's t'ese days!" Madeline Applefoot would chuckle

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"Madeline, just let it go... Don't get yourself killed over this, it's not worth losing a really good Halfling over." Auralia muttered from the Seven Skies.

"You made a good choice, Alex. Perhaps now, you can seek a less demanding lifestyle." Auralia says with a smile from the Seven Skies.

A series of journal entries would begin to trickle in, from the late Baroness, Lady Auralia de Hartcold. The poor spelling would indicate that this is her early childhood, when she was just learning to write...

1624

"Mama is teatshing me how to wryte. Look! I can wryte my name! Auralia Kuhzaki. SEE!!! I'M SO GOOD AT SPELING!!! YAY!!! Mama iz so prowd!!! Anewayz I iz fife years old, and life on the ransh is awful. Mama and Papa can barely aford to keep our home, and the little meanuhs we get don't provid. Some big guy in a fansy soot, hyoomin lyke me, comes by and talks to them, ofering their help in eckschanje for somethin... Mama always yels at him to leave, and coms bak, crying... why iz she so sad?"

1625

"Mama sayz she can't teach me no more... I don't underztand... Now I work fieldz and help Mama and Papa with stuff... but it'z not working... Mama and Papa argue every night... Papa sayz 'We have no choyse... We must zell her, or we will starve.' but mama iz all 'I wont sell my child to that monzter!' ... what does this all mean? What will happen to us?"

1626 - Part 1

"Mama and Papa talked to mean soot guy, and he gave them meanuhs... He told me to com with him, but I dident wana... I ran and hid behind Mama, teling her not to let him take me... but all she said wuz 'I'm so sory, my angle... We will try to get you fre...' ... she wuz crying... Papa wuz crying... I wuz crying... Mean man took me by rist, and took me to his place... he took my dres off... made me wear jingly metul thins on my rists... made me wear itshy brown dres... dres too short, wont covur my botum... made me wear itshy thin around my neck... that wuz thre dayz ago... now I have to call him "Master". He sayz I am his 'slayve' now, and I mus follow all he sayz... if I fail or dont do as he asks... he punishes me... hoks me to the seeling... hurts me with hands, feet, and long cracky string thingy... I'm scared..."

1626 - Part 2

"Master iz not sory... I say sory every tym I mess up... but Master does not care... I sleep in cage, I wash dish... I clean very big howse... I feed Master... I even shine his shooz and brush his soot! I fetch ber, vodca, wyne... I do everything... but Master iz never happy... Master punish me every single tym... Master even tell me Mama and Papa loozed home... I hurt... so much... I hate my mama and papa! Why would they do this to me!? I want them to die! I want Master to die! I'm so scared! Sumone! Aneone! Help me!"

1626 - Part 3

"Master wont stop hurting me... I try and try and try... and try and try and try and try and try! All Master does iz hurt me! He even sayz he will zell me... I havent eaten in sicks dayz... I have blu spots all over me... I have red linez all over me that hurt when I poke them... what do I do? How do I make Master luv me? I'm so cold... I hurt so much... I am so so scared... I dont wanna die... Master meets with anuther mean soot man soon... I fayuld Master... Master hates me... Sumone... please... help me... I dont wanna do this no more..."

The next set of entries were better written. Perhaps she was learning to write once again at this point?

1627

"Well... my old owner did sell me, three days ago... but it was... I don't know... this new owner of mine... He's human, like my previous master... Rich like him too... but... he's kind, though his wife is still really mean... Master is starting from where Mama left off... teaching me how to read, how to write... He's even got a clergyman teaching me this really cool religion called 'Canonism.' He says to me "GOD put you in this predicament for a reason, to strengthen you in the faith." I don't know what that means, but... a feeling in my heart tells me that what he says is true. He calls me his 'Little Aengul', a nickname I've not heard since I was with Mama and Papa... I still have to wear these metal wrist shackles and this leather collar, on the demands of his wife, but I don't have to wear those chains, according to him. And I get to wear more appropriate dresses, better than that ratty old, smelly, itchy rag that I always had to wear when I served under that monster of an Orenian Nobleman. I don't even get beatings or lashings anymore when I mess up. I mean, I still do all the hard work, and fetch things for my owners, and the lady of the house does slap me at times for dumb things, sometimes even kicks me on the shin... and she chains my hands together behind my back for a couple weeks every now and then, when she's super angry... In the end, I know I am still their slave, but I... I feel... I feel happier. It's like I have a family again... a family who cares for me... Master took me to Sutica yesterday, and bought me some dolls and books of my own, so that I may read and play in my free time. It was very fun, going to a new place, though I was a little scared, as people were staring at me. My dress was very pretty, but the wrist shackles and leather collar did draw attention to me... OOH!!! Master just told me something really cool! He says he's going to teach me how to bake, sew and all that stuff, on top of my Canonism, reading and writing lessons! I am so excited!"

1628

"I just turned nine years old yesterday. The lady and my Master had an argument about how she chained my hands together yesterday for forgetting to clean the kitchens, but I didn't mind. Master got me a really delicious cake, and since my hands were locked together behind me, he fed me every bite himself, by hand. It was so amazing... I've never had something so sweet in my entire life. I met their ten-year-old daughter, Cassandra, and she and I played a game together when I had free time. My baking and sewing lessons are coming together real well. I can now read and memorize a recipe on my own, without his help. I've made an entire souffle by myself, and I have been able to make a very, very pretty nightgown out of silk and lace. I even finished a ballgown I started making six days ago. It was so pretty, so sparkly, so silky... I heard that the silk I used on both the ballgown and nightgown were from very scary, giant spiders, and were the softest, most luxurious silks in all of Axios! That is SOOOO amazing! As for my Canonism lessons, I memorized the names of the Seven Skies and their purpose in the afterlife. Sky Number Zero, The Void, is where all the mean people, like my first owner, go, to suffer for all eternity. It is where Iblees was locked away for his transgressions against GOD. Sky Number One, the Steppes of the Unvirtuous Faithful, is where pagans and heathens go when they do good works, like the Clerics of Sutica. Sky Number Two, The Horde of the Virtuous Undevout, is where non-humans of virtue in GOD's will go. It preaches that the descendants; Elves: the descendants of Malin, Orcs: the descendants of Krug, and Dwarves: the descendants of Urguan, all go here when they hold GOD's word and follow his will in virtue. What does this say about other creatures, though, that worship him? like the sprite I saw at Sutica, when they show devoutness and virtue under GOD? Second Sky, I hope, if not the first. The Third Sky, The Assembly of the Devout Humanity, is where virtuous and devout human followers of the faith go when they pass away. I hope I don't pass away too quickly, but it would be nice to go there. The Fourth Sky, The Attendance of the Clergy, is where the leaders of the faith, such as nuns and priests, go. The Fifth Sky, The Seats of the Saints, is for, as the name suggests, the Saints. Saint Julia is one example. The Sixth Sky, The Table of the Prophets, is where prophets go when they pass on. They're the guys that receive the word of GOD, and transcribe it in the scrolls. And finally, the Seventh Sky, The Throne of GOD, is of course the throne of GOD. Our almighty Creator sits there and commands the world with his Aenguls as his little helpers. Master described the hierarchy setup for the Seven Skies as, in his own words, "akin to the Orenian Empire. GOD is the Emperor, the Aenguls are the court. The Prophets are the messengers and higher vassals, the Saints are the mid-ranking vassals, and the Clergy is the lesser vassals and those building the power for the Emperor. Those in the Third Sky, us humans, are the commoners. The traders, shopkeepers, soldiers, bakers, and businessmen that keep the Empire going strong, while the other races in the Second Skies are the peasants, who toil away in farms, fields, and ranches to bring supplies to us commoners. Those in the First Sky are like me, slaves. Except, they don't face all the big, nasty horrors that I did under my previous owner. They are, like me, well treated, fed properly, and given tasks that they have the individual ability to accomplish flawlessly. And finally, those in the Void are like those mean people who get put into jail. Thieves, murderers... everyone that deserves to be thrown in jail." It was certainly a mouthful, and I had to look at a dictionary to learn some of these words, but it all makes sense. All the lesser skies, those within them, and the Aenguls bow to His will and command, and answer to Him, just as I do with my Master and his wife. Speaking of, they're calling me out for supper. We've got steak, rice and green beans this evening."

1629 - Part 1

"Had an accident yesterday... I was fetching six bottles of really expensive wine for a party for friends out in the parlor, and acting as their servant for the duration for the party, when I tripped on a wooden step and fell forward. All the glass bottles shattered, and the contents spilled everywhere... My Master wasn't too bothered, and said he would clean it up for me, but his wife was... well... 'furious' would be an understatement. She did something that she's never done before. She shackled my legs together at the ankles, and my arms behind my back, and left me on the bed in my room. It was... sort of like my days under my first owner, all over again... just watered down, I guess... I've been slowly learning from my Master how to fight and forget my nightmares, and it's been working so far. This, however, may hinder that. My Master ordered a stop to the party soon after, and argued with his wife for the next Saint's Hour, saying it hurts him to see me being treated like this when I've already suffered enough three years ago. As of today, my legs are still shackled together, but I can at least move my hands around freely, which is a good thing. I love my new Master. I don't care if I am a slave or not anymore, I want to be with this man for the rest of my life. He came to me last night, helped me get tucked into bed, gave me some sweetcakes behind the lady's back, and even read me a really good story before bed. He told me that things will be alright, that I do not have to be afraid anymore, and that GOD will protect me. Granted, I am still very scared, but I believe him. I was uncomfortable that night, with my hands and legs bound together like that, but it wasn't the worst night sleep I've ever had. I'm not allowed to have the leg shackles off until next week, after which Master promised to take me to the Orenian Capital to get me a beautiful necklace. Until then, I just have to get used to my predicament, and focus on my studies. Heh... Mathematics and managing minas is hard, but I'm learning. History is a bit weird, too. I learned of a great battle in Johannesburg almost forty years ago. One that led to its destruction with a Thanhium bomb... sorrowful, but informative. I pray that such a thing is never used again. Learning more about the faith is also a bit weird, but the more I learn, and the more I believe, the more I am willing to accept being under the ownership of my Master for the rest of my days. Master helps me with my studies when I get stuck, and I get the chance to take breaks every now and then. I even get sweets sometimes, as a reward for my hard work."

1629 - Part 2

"Well, the leg shackles finally came off today, and Master and I both went to the capital. It is as he promised. He and I looked through the jewelry. I was filled with awe and wonder, as I had never thought of the idea of getting to wear such beautiful jewelry. Well, it was much more than this. Not only did I get a beautiful necklace, I also had my ears pierced, and now have a quirky set of aurum and emerald cross studs adorning them. I've never been so happy in my life. He then took me to the court, where he and I watched the vassals, stewards and messengers announce to the Emperor together. It was an amazing sight. Well-paid and well-kept servants walked the dais, offering wine and snacks to everyone. It was this day when I had my first taste of wine, which I hear is considered a holy drink. I have to ask the clergyman who comes by and teaches me the faith if that is true. The wine was bitter, but Master told me that it gets much better the more you drink it. He told me that, for the sake of my performance for him and his wife, and for my own health, he will limit me to one glass a day, and only very small sips. But I don't care. I was having fun, and I wanted to enjoy the moment. I slowly finished my wine and food over time, before the court session came to a close, after which we got sandwiches at the local tavern. I returned home that day, smiling ear to ear, proclaiming how much fun I had. The day went by without much problem, and in between the various tasks I had been given by both Master and his wife, I continued my studies, played with my dolls, and various other things. Master told me that his wife does not see the same way he does, and has developed a 'toxic sense of pride and superiority' over me, and based on the glares I got from the lady, whom asks me to call her 'Mistress' from now on, I can see how true that is. It is why I still get put in chains when I screw up, and why I must still wear these wrist shackles and this annoying leather collar. I'm suffering with this thing, but it is a suffering that I have endured for a very long time. GOD gives me the power to keep going, and Master's kindness, compassion, honesty, and mercy makes me feel truly at home, truly joyful, with him. It has become very clear over the past week that, despite me being owned by him, he treats me like a daughter. I love him, more than I have my real parents. It's a shame that they lost the ranch... I'd have loved to tell them how much I have grown, and how this man has treated me... Perhaps some day, I can write them a letter, and send it off by a carrier pigeon."

1630 - Part 1

"Another incident, and another week spent in chains. This time, Mistress doesn't give me the benefit of letting my hands be free this whole week, just like I had to, and have to, have my legs chained together for the entire week. This time, I somehow, for reasons I will never know, managed to break a brand new, five thousand mina glass candlestick as I was carrying it from the front door to the dining hall, where it would have adorned the center of the table. It just... shattered... as I held it delicately in my hands. Master says she's being too hard on me and, as he bore witness to it, could verify my claims. He even argued that she was bringing bad memories back, and making me suffer needlessly. Mistress doesn't care. She says that 'disobedient slaves must face punishment, or they will rebel.'. I never even thought of rebelling. I love my Master. I don't want to leave his side. but my Mistress... her views on me... Master is right, they bring back such dark memories from over three years ago. Since my hands are still bound together, I have to have Master write this entry for me, word for word, as I sit on the couch by the hearth. Anyways, he's been helping me twice as hard on my studies due to my inability to do it by myself. He also has to hand feed me for the next few days. The Clergyman who came around and taught me the Faith everyday began to question Mistress' mental health. He would have had her serve a 'sororal tenure' with the nuns, whatever that means, until she realized how she was mistreating me, but Master's liege cut that idea down pretty fast, saying that she is part of the court and is needed more than ever. Not like it matters, of course. I'm not suffering too badly. The leather collar has been digging into my skin lately, but I keep going strong. It's a matter of time before these chains come off, and I can walk, write, and learn freely once more. Until that day comes, I have to make do with my situation."

1630 - Part 2

"Things are getting worse... Not only did the chains not come off two days ago, like I had hoped, but she has also decreed that, for the next week that I have to spend in these dreaded chains, I am not allowed to eat. All this, because I had lashed out at Mistress in anger, flustered over how she said that 'my suffering made me more obedient'. Master was indeed furious at her, telling her that what she is doing is only making things worse. I've become really hungry. Master tries to sneak me some food when he can but it isn't enough. Even the Clergyman, who is my teacher of the faith, has smuggled in food for me to eat. Again, I love my Master very much, but if Mistress is going to treat me like this, I cannot properly serve him. I'm growing very scared right now... The Clergyman warned me that Iblees is very strong, and his influence spreads like a disease amongst people, leading to heretics and abominations. But I must keep going... Maybe GOD allowed this to happen to me as a test of my growing faith. If I keep going, pray to him, and remain virtuous, then I can get out of this increasingly desperate situation with my sanity. Master has promised to get me baptized as soon as it is over with and I can get these chains off once again. It's already been two days and I am half starved... just a few more days... I can do this. GOD, give me strength in the trials ahead."

1630 - Part 3

"YES! I knew I would make it! The chains came off yesterday, food's in my belly, and I am healthy once more! The Clergyman has even congratulated me on my progress, virtue, dedication, and courage in learning and following the faith. I have passed the trials. Master took me to the chapel in the capital soon after I was rid of the chains and fully fed, and I was baptized without delay. I am one of the faith... I am Auralia Kuhzaki, a devout and faithful Canonist, and a slave living under what is perhaps the best conditions I can ask for. A warm bed, food, knowledge... even a holy and just faith to follow. Now, on top of the tasks I must take and the orders I must follow, Master has given me perhaps the hardest I must undertake: For the rest of my life, I must never fall pray to the lies of Iblees, and I must never abandon the faith. I will follow this order with joy, and I will spread the faith to all I come across. On another note, my other learning pursuits are going very well. In celebration of my success, I have baked three Banana Creme Pies. I didn't ENTIRELY follow the recipe... One mistake in the order which I put the whipped cream on the pie led to... well... I don't know. It baked into a meringue, creating a masterpiece. Master was a little annoyed at the mistake, but one bite of the pie sent him, Mistress, Cassandra, and friends of my owners devouring it like madmen. One bite of it for myself... oh my goodness... It was like my taste buds were SCREAMING! BEGGING ME FOR MORE! I asked Master why my tiny mistake made the pie so good. His explanation was that I had put all of my love for him and for GOD into it, turning every little bite into a beautiful work of art that could never be truly left alone. Mistress, for the first time, applauded me, saying that it was the best batch of Banana Creme Pie she has ever had, and would die to have another. I had found my calling. My passion. GOD... You have left me with this amazing gift... a life, serving a good, honest and devout man, the skills to make tremendous works of culinary art, and knowledge to rival that of an adult, all at age eleven. There will always be rough patches, moments where I am placed in chains, suffering more than I am with the collar, or placed in positions where it is impossible to complete the tasks given to me... but as long as I serve you, my holy Creator... I can accomplish anything... I can endure the worst suffering... I can become strong. Thank you for your gift, GOD, for the fruits of your work in me are ever present in my service to my Master and Mistress. Amen."

1631 - Part 1

"Things are going very well. I've been able to avoid getting into more trouble with Mistress, and I have earned myself a bit of freedom. I spent that freedom with Master and Cassandra in the city, going to shops and spending some minas. I put forth a custom request, with Master's permission, to have an aurum Lorraine encrusted with diamond and sapphire, as a defense against monsters. The process took several hours and would be done the next day, but I dutifully watched them make the mold and pour the molten aurum in, letting it harden, then quenching it with oils. Master took me by the hand and led me to a bakery, and showed me all the different kinds of pastries and pies that I can make. I stared at each one, mouth watering. I looked up and asked the baker for a copy of the recipes, and he obliged rather quickly, telling me it will be ready tomorrow. Perfect. Two items to pick up tomorrow. With a smile, I continued to follow them, never ceasing in my confidence. We then stopped at a blacksmith, and Master put in an order for a sword to hang on the mantle above the hearth. Dutifully, the blacksmith began working on the sword. I watched in awe as he heated a ferrum bar, before hammering it out into a straight, magnificent blade. Sparks flew as he worked, like a lightshow that never ceased. Again, it would be ready tomorrow, so we continued on, finally stopping at the tavern again and getting something to eat. Master asked me and Cassandra if we had fun. I nodded my head quickly, while Cassandra said yes. We ate, talking about things, before we took the carriage back home. As I entered, Mistress immediately gave me a task, telling me to wash the clothes. Cassandra offered to help, albeit to Mistress's distaste, and together we washed and hung the clothes to dry within thirty minutes, then ironed out any wrinkles within twenty. Master was indeed happy to see me and my 'sister' working together as a family. I was then given the task of mowing the lawn and trimming the hedges, as the gardener had fallen ill. Again Cassandra helped. She was definitely taking some of the workload off of me. We got it done quickly, and were inside and free to do whatever for twenty minutes, before supper was ready."

1631 - Part 2

"Master and I went back to the capital early the next morning, and we picked up the sword, recipe book, and my cross, before we returned home. Upon my return, I put the cross away in my drawer, before sitting in front of the hearth with Master once more. Mistress came down, though, and seemed rather annoyed. She told me to go into her room and find her earrings, which I did without question. I found them on the ground, amidst a mess of crumpled papers, perhaps badly written and tossed away notes. I would have picked them up and read them, but I was obedient, and I wanted to avoid giving her any grief. I handed the earrings to her, and she took them, before saying, and I quote, "If only you were suffering more... You'd be so much more obedient." I just ignored what she said, and returned to my studies. That's when she told me to stop reading the book and come to her. She sounded more annoyed this time, which made me jump. Master eyed her, giving me a few protective glances, but mostly just focused on her. I stood straight and obedient, waiting for whatever she was going to throw at me. She eyed me up and down, before scowling at me when she noticed the earrings. I thought she was going to slap me, before she said "Slaves don't deserve such luxuries. Take those off and give them to me." as she held out her hand. Master tried to tell her to stop, but she only hushed her, saying it was high time that I learned my place. "But I know my place... I spent months on end, in a cold and dark basement, with nothing but rags that barely covered my lower half... I endured endless beatings and lashings at my previous owner's hands, because I was never 'good enough' for him... I know how to be obedient... I don't have to suffer as much as you want me to. Please, understand." I pleaded. Mistress was very unhappy with my response, but with Master's glare and his hand on my shoulder, she left it alone. The next couple of days were quiet, and I worked on my studies more and more in between my tasks. This year has had ups and downs, but with GOD on my side, I continue to prevail."

1632

"This year opened up with bang, as for whatever reason, Mistress has the idea that I am rebelling against her. I served her and Master both for many months obediently, and now... either way, she walked in my room during my morning prayer, which I do daily, and interrupted me with a smack to the face, demanding that I go outside and start working. With a sigh and an incomplete prayer, I complied and went out to work. She then closed the door to my bed chambers and locked it, before almost shoving me downstairs, telling me to go faster. She takes me to the kitchens, and has me clean the range tops, cook the food, set the table in the dining hall, everything. Cassandra walks in and sees what was happening, curiously asking me why I was doing all this by myself. Being the Canonist I am, I told her the truth, and she nodded, telling me that it would be alright. She begins helping me, of course, and we get things done very quickly. Then Mistress has me work the sewing machine upstairs to fix her dress. I go and do that, using the skills I learned. It wasn't as fun as baking, but, I had to do what I had to do. I fix the dress in record time and flawlessly, before returning to tell her that I've completed the task. She then has me doing a few things she normally does herself. I felt like she was doing this rapid pace to make me fail so that she had a reason to punish me with the chains again, perhaps worse, but I keep steady, and pushed on. I was determined to prove to her that she was wrong, and that I was very obedient, despite the thoughts swimming in her head. This went on for several hours, and I never had a bite to eat that day. Master watched as I did all this, never allowed to stop and study, or even have a breather. He could see the glint of determination in my eyes, as I raced back and forth, doing and completing each task. Looking back, Master seemed a tad unwell, but I had little time to ponder it as I continued to work. Her orders were starting to become more harsh, more angry, as time went on. Perhaps she was getting frustrated that I was not giving her a reason to punish me? I was getting frustrated that she was pushing me this hard, but I stayed the course, never ceasing. GOD perhaps recognized my sudden plight and gave me the strength to keep going. After a while, she gave up, and perhaps in a fit of rage, stormed out of the room. After that was over with, I went to sit on the couch in front of the Hearth where I always was to relax, read and study. As my time continued on, and I read and studied, I look back at how much freedom I used to have. I looked back to being with my mother and father, who I haven't seen in such a long time. I look at all the kindness my master showed me, the love and mercy both he and Cassandra have provided... but then this sudden change with my mistress, probably trying to get me to make a mistake, find a reason to punish me, just to make me suffer... maybe continuing to be a slave isn't such a good idea after all... I'll pray about this..."

1633

"Mistress is getting more and more frustrated. Each passing month, she grows harsh and unforgiving. Looking back at this, I think of the warning the clergyman gave me about Iblees, as this definitely seemed to be his doing. This time, I wan't even allowed to pray in the morning. I was woken up extra early as she slammed the door open. I was almost dragged out of bed, screaming in pain, and told to do more work. Cassandra was woken up by the noise, and went down to see what the problem was. I told her everything, and she sighed with a nod. "It is as I feared." she said with a sigh. I looked at her and blinked, before asking her what exactly it was she feared. She told me that Master has been growing ill, and the healers do not expect him to live much longer. It has filled Mistress with much grief, and she has decided to take it out on me, fearing she'll take it out on her as well in her growing madness. She helped me hustle, however, and helped me work on the kitchen again. Then came the garden, then the table setting, etc. Then Mistress called a halt to all of it, calling both me and Cassandra over. The look on her face showed insanity, and it was very clear to me that Iblees has indeed been using her own growing grief as a weapon against her, against all of us. She declared before us both, that if she couldn't punish me for failing or screwing up, then she shall punish us both for our cooperation. I realized now that both Cassandra and I were in a very sticky situation, and it was, of course, back to the chains around our legs, and not just for me. One look in Cassandra's eyes said it all, she was very afraid of her mother and what she was doing, as her legs were bound together. We were both picked up, dragged into Cassandra's room, thrown inside, and having the door closed and locked, leaving us trapped inside. Our hands, thankfully, weren't bound together, leaving me able to write this without issue. Anyways, Cassandra begins to sob, telling me that she is sorry that I had to face all of this. I told her it was okay, and that it was my pleasure knowing her and her father. I told her that hers and Master's kindness, mercy, love and compassion gave me hope, when I had thought that none was left. I said that, no matter what happens, GOD is with us, and that when we are with GOD, we can accomplish anything. We both entered into a short, sisterly hug after that. The days went by, as Mistress had us both working endlessly without food, without breaks, and without the satisfaction of knowing that we did a good job. Mistress has truly gone insane, to enslave her own noble daughter like this... and over the impending death of her husband... GOD help us both... GOD help her..."

1634

"Master's heath has been failing rapidly... Without his help... without the kindness he's given me... both Cassandra and I have been left with almost nothing but the dresses on our backs, the shackles around our ankles, the pain and suffering in our eyes, and GOD's unending love and mercy in our hearts. Mistress has taken everything away from us both, and left us with just that. The once beautiful dress I am wearing was now faded and tattered, dirt coating it, and all that I loved about it was gone. Cassandra was in no better shape. She tells me every woe, every night. She tells me that her will to keep going was failing, and that she has lost faith that her mother could be saved from her grief. I could only nod my head in agreement, telling her that Iblees has a firm grasp on the woman now, and that we are the ones that have to suffer for it. She nods, telling me that she now understands perfectly what I have suffered through, and that she wishes that I didn't have to endure any of it. I already had my answer to that, quickly telling her that if I didn't, I'd never have found GOD, and I'd never have endured the pain. I'd never be the girl I am today. But now, fear is beginning to take hold of me, as Mistress's sanity continued to decline as fast as Master's health did. The little food we get is enough to keep us going, and we get our tasks done without delay. Days become weeks, and weeks become months. Master finally passed away on the Tenth of Sun's Smile. I felt like I had lost a family all over again. The days in slavery continue unhindered. Mistress, now beyond being able to be saved from her grief, gradually increased the suffering we had to endure at her hands as she worked us to the bone. Finally, one day, Mistress takes us both to the slave trade and puts us both up for sale. We waited until now, locked in individual cages and only at arms reach from each other, with an hour before the sale begins and our cycle of pain continues. As it turns out, we are the only two people being sold this day, and we are being sold in a bundle. With a sigh, I can only hide this journal as we await whatever owners we get, be they kind, or cruel."

1635

"We ended up getting bought by a man named Makashima Draskovits. He seemed an odd Master, and says he has no intention of having us as slaves... I don't buy it... He removed the shackles from our legs, and the bindings from our arms... He seems very kind, but we are scared that he will change his mind at any second, and continue our suffering... It is only a matter of time... I can only keep this entry short, as it looks like food is being provided to us."

1638

"It's been three years since my last entry... Not much has happened, and no attempt has been made to make me or Cassandra suffer... We ate, slept, and followed him everywhere. That was it... No tasks, no chains, no insane woman... nothing. a few days later, Master decided that Cassandra was no longer a factor, and tells her to run far away and find shelter. With tears in her eyes, she clearly saw that she was indeed being set free. She ran up to me, gave me one last hug, told me to stay safe... to stay strong... and that she will always have me in her heart... that was when she ran off, and I have not seen her since. I'll probably never see her again... I have since followed Master to a quaint little town called Metz, where he tells me that it was illegal there to own slaves... I still do not buy it... I don't think he can set me free that easily... Perhaps it is too late... nobody can save me from this fate... Only thing that can keep me together now is my faith in GOD... and if I keep my wits about me, I can stay alive..."
 

((OOC: This is the first of a few journal things, continuing Auralia's story and summarizing everything she went through, how she became Canonist, how she learned to bake, etc. Tell me what you think, and do feel free to write an RP response. More will be out soonish.))

Name: Blue

As a sister or volunteer: Sister

Race: Dark Elf

Birthplace: Caras Eldar

Place of residence: Judeberg Abbey

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Mc Name: Dumbrarere

Discord name: Nep-Nep#1708

Blue, perhaps the first Dark Elf nun in the canonist world, was happy to bear witness to such a marriage. "The wedding certainly brightened up my life... I feel much happier and at peace here amongst GOD than I did in the Dominion, following the so-called 'ancestors.'" she chided, a smile on her face.

In the Seven Skies above, Auralia smiled down at her friends as they were made wed before GOD.

40 minutes ago, EmiliainWonderland said:

Upon hearing about the loss of one of the only real family members she ever had, Bella was devastated. Auralia was the reason Bella had done so many things in her life and the main reason as to why she converted to Canonism. Losing her would create a large emptiness in Bella's heart, making her quite depressed for a long time to come. 

 

"I will never forget you Auralia." She would sob softly. "I will avenge you if that's the last thing that I do." Bella vowed, wiping away her tears as she set out to find the person who took away the one person she cared for most. 

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Bella would instantly begin to feel like this wasn't the right course of action. "Do not fall prey to vengeance, Bella. I understand how hard it must be for you, with the knowledge of my death. But vengeance will lead you to your grave, and you will have accomplished nothing. Let GOD guide you, Bella. The church will handle everything." Auralia spoke from the Seven Skies.

The streets of Cyrilsburg were full of shouts and screams, calling out 'Kha' and 'Abomination' as the people of Curon hunted down a Kha who killed a man in the gatehouse. Auralia de Hartcold, furious at the Khas for recent events, was among those who were shouting and screaming, but did not get involved, nor did she use vile words. However, in the heat of the moment, she forgot that her life was at stake.

Returning to the sqauare, she was met with the sight of her grieving fifteen-year-old daughter, Theresa, and knelt down and wrapped her arms to comfort her. That's when it happened. A lone Kha, who vowed to kill the Baroness who once thought of his race not as vile creatures, but as equals, struck without warning, and sent an arrow straight into her neck right in front of her own daughter.

"MAMA!!!!" Theresa cried out in a mix of terror and grief. All Auralia could do in response was mouth the words "I'm sorry." before collapsing, life quickly fading. Friends would gather around the square to see her dead, and her daughter crying over her as the grief mounted. Theresa had previously witnessed two other deaths of those she cared for that very same month, that being her younger sister, Belle, and her uncle Richard, who died fighting the Kha in the gatehouse. And now, her mother was dead, killed right in front of her.

Later that month, four people were gathered for a private, quiet funeral for the fallen baroness and mother, before she would be laid to rest in Cadlew Priory, next to a shrine.

Auralia would ascend to the Seven Skies at last...

"This is... the Seven Skies... It's so warm... so bright..." Auralia said, looking around with a smile. Upon her entry, she would be met with the sight of old friends from long ago. Anne d'Aryn greeted her with a hug. Makashima Draskovits would embrace her as well. Then came old friends from within the Order of Saint Lucien who have perished in the line of duty, and from elsewhere. Then, finally, her second owner, who gave her and taught her everything after she lost it all the day she was sold, would approach her. Auralia and the owner she was very fond of would look at each other, smiles on their faces, then embrace each other.

She was truly happy.

((OOC: This is my first attempt at a PK post, and it is for my main persona. Playing Auralia de Hartcold was very fun, but the end came sooner than I expected. Ah, well... It is as I said, take RP situations with a grain of salt. Not everything goes as expected, and sometimes they go hideously wrong. This is life in a nutshell. I have since created a Dark Elf named simply "Blue" who will be taking Auralia's place as my main, and she will lead a simpler life as a nun. I hope to continue making friends both ICly and OOCly as my time on The Lord of the Craft goes on. Thank you all for taking the time to read this post.))

+1 he's good for the task.

To the Renatian Guard and Leadership, and to the OSL and the Crimson Inquisition...

"I need someone to train my daughter, Theresa de Hartcold, how to better fight. She is joining the Southern Brigade in Curon, and needs to be properly trained and equipped for her role. I need trainers in the following fields:

Swordfighting

Hand-to-Hand Combat

Anyone looking to fill this role can send me a bird, or seek me out in Curon.

~Signed, Lady Auralia de Hartcold."

((OOC: I am sorry if this is short. I am doing the best I can as a college student on top of LotC.))

"Death to those who see fit to spill blood on neutral ground! Death to those who spit on the holy name of GOD and openly attack its followers unprovoked! I witnessed this attack first hand, and I was appalled, angered even, that this has transpired!" Auralia cried out in anger.

"Goodness... I understand that he was in serious trouble with the church, and that he did some pretty bad things, but nobody has to die in a bandit attack..." Auralia muttered, having received the news.