Starlight

Under a weeping willow tree a lone Mali’fenn sat in the sun, her hands tracing the engravings on her trident. The icy blue hues of Estelle Alyria Drakon looked over the piece of parchment, resulting in a small chuckle from the Vigilant of Dawn. “And so the wheel of history goes for another spin.” She tapped her nail on the map that was drawn, as if debating something. “It has been a long time since we had one of those, wasn’t it. . .” Estelle reminisced fondly of her times with the Remnants, The Conclave and even to Tahu’lareh. Maybe, she thought to herself- maybe a golden age for her kin could be possible again.

Somewhere deep within the mountains, a lonely dwed sat. Hands in her lap and head held low as the tears slowly fell over her cheeks. Blonde messy braids falling over her shoulders, as she reminisced about the birth of her daughter. It had not been long since she had returned to society and Urguan as a whole, learning of her Daughter's life; and passing in the same hour. Her heart silently tore apart. Being unable to have given her the life she had wished, but secretly prayed for. Dagura had been sick, scared of harming her Children. Going away was her thought of safety, leaving her precious gem in the hands of the one she thought capable. Only now learning, that not only her precious Daughter had lived a life full, Grand Queen and Mother of her own- but that Gildroc had passed aswell. She could only pray that whenever her life would end, she would rejoin her precious kin and could only wish for their forgiveness. ''Oh. . . Danika, fate has done you unkindly. I had wished so much better for you. I apologise my child'' Dagura Ireheart softly whispered to the winds. ''I pray you can forgive me when we meet again.''

An Elder Drakon silently gazed on the new age of Ikur’Fiyem, a small smile painted on the woman her lips as she walked around. Estelle Alyria Drakon, a woman who was like a mirror of the very snow and ice of the remnants and it’s very foundations seemed to find some sort of solace in the homes of her kin. It reminded her of the dark times of Arcas and many years before she was reunited with her people. among the small snow flakes that dwarreled down, Estelle had never felt this at home before.

Aliria Elodie de Rosius silently wept as she heard the passing of her Uncle. She had wanted to visit the chateau earlier if she knew it would end like this. She had looked up to the bright blue sky and mutter words softly to the wind. “May you be happy in the seven skies with the rest of the family Uncle, you will be missed.”

The now very much older Aliria Elodie de Rosius had hummed an all familliar melody as she too had made her way down to pay respects yet finding the small group in disbelief. her hands had dropped as she just switched eye contact between Elodie and Maria, simply stunned before she spoke. “I suppose welcome back?”

Leanna Atmorice scoffed at the last part of the missive, as she was turned away a few weeks prior with disgust when she stood at the gates.

Means alot, thanks

A small Ariadne Mareno turned to her sister and father upon hearing about the missive, giving excited squeels she asked about the tickets. Sure enough going to score one for herself. IGN: MC_NeonSunlight RPNAME: Ariadne Mareno

A certain girl, now aged 16 would only find out much later of Odette’s passing. The void haired girl now sitting under a tree, warm unstoppable streams of salty tears streaming down her face, as shaky breaths came from her. Overwhelmed with confusion and the utter loss of Odette. Aliria de Rendois her sobs could be heard throughout the week, throat sour and loud, and they seemed to be painfully aimed to the loss of her elder sister. . . The one who protected and loved her when no one else would and would talk to her when everyone avoided them. The once small sister now seemed to be the elder one.. avoiding any social gathering or meeting, for she would mourn the loss of her favorite soul. The only words spoken were simply mutters, and she hoped that somewhere she was listening to what she was saying. “I hoped to at the very least we could witness me coming of age together, and meeting Aunt Elwyn, and we could have celebrated so much more.. Now I wish we had run away and lived that peaceful live we wished of, I truly hope you forgive me Olly, and I hope you watch over me and wait for me, for wherever you may be. I will miss you, more then you know.”

At early sunrise a sleepy figure would wake up alone as an unknown eerie feeling would creep up on her. Her eyes that seemed to hold Ice slowly turned to a letter that was placed beside her side of the bed, the feeling of familliar warmth accompanied as she touched the letter, giving a small giggle before she opened it. ''You are always full of suprises.'' Her warm small giggle faded as quickly as snow melted infront of the sun. A Trail of warm salty tears now streaming down the Mali' her face. With small trembling hands she placed one on her mouth and the other held the letter as she read on, a silence followed as she finished the letter. She sat on the floor beside their bed with uncontrollable cries coming from her for what seemed like forever, that was until someone came for her. In Ikur'fiyem the day slowly passed as a messy blue haired Mali'fenn by the name of Estelle Drakon, would sit kneeled and head towards the floor infront of the newly placed body, that Morael had carried gently and personally to the square. Her head turned to the man that was infront of her, the soul who had teached, loved , protected and cared for her for as long as she could remember. The exact soul who now slept silently infront of her as snow that was passed by wind. For what seemed like the first time since two centuries, Estelle could be seen with a crown of dried flowers in her lap, something she seemed to always carry on her head. As the day slowly passed those who would come to see the now silent soul, could hear soft sobs and a frozen spot on the floor of where tears would here and there drop on the stone. No words were spoken by her as she sat infront of the forever sleeping, one she once called her husband and father of their daughter. Only whispers were told the moment she saw him that were carried by the silent breeze. ''May you be treated kindly and with gentle laughters untill we see eachother again. I hope you will wait for me there.''

In a room of warmth, deep in the Drakon Manor sat a silent Estelle Drakon. Her hands over her face as she took in what had happened the last few years. From the moment Kindrel and Estelle met they were like black and white, incompatible personalities. They clashed quite often yet the last time the two spoke they shared a silence of friendship and unspoken words of warmth and understanding. Only to find out years later that that would be the last time Estelle would ever see Kindrel again. The words of her death stang the blue haired ‘Fenn harder then she expected, only mutters coming from her to be heard by the winds that blew through. “We may not have been the closest of friends, but I shall miss you dearly. As Kin, as Family, as a friend. Rest peacefully and satisfied, wherever you may be.”

I joined December 2017, by recommendation from an old friend. My first character was my snow elf Estelle who joined the human city of Arbor and after that the Princedom of Fenn in the ATLAS map! at first i was quite suspicious of the server and was quite nervous about interacting with people :’).. i think that went on till december 2019 if i am quite honest, not the most subtle person out there. As time went on i made some friends on here who i will probably be remembering for alot more time to come, I thank LOTC for the great memories, friendships, random knowledge, improving my vocabulary and being so patient with me. LOTC has given me some of the best memories of MC i have to this date, and shout out to the Snelves for having 2 years of patience with my incredible non existent social skills and learning me the art of rp. And to Callum, i still do not forgive you for downing me everytime i went AFK. I will get my revenge someday, sleep with one eye open. Let’s go for alot more years, shall we?

The small child that Aliria Gendik Rosius was, sat by the shopping stalls as she heard the news from the people she observed, a moment of silence coming from the girl. she softly said his name before she realised that that was the person she had been looking for while playing with Miss Rose and Calahan a few days prior. she hummed softly and said soft prayer and wished his soul the best.

Looks Amazing!

IGN: NeonStarlight RP NAME: Dagura Ireheart AGE: 133 ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Clan CANDIDATE: Levian’Tol

In the cold snowy area of the pond would stand a proud Drakon at the top dressed in bright purple beside her line and her close friend Chomylla. Carrying in her left hand a Trident which would be piercing the icy ground underneath. During the summit Estelle Drakon could oftenly be heard by a whistle, or the loud ear ringing noise of her Trident being clanged against to make noise for those who stepped up, a smile and a look of calmness roaming the Mali’ her face. a few words spoken to the people next to her when a snowflake fell on her face. ”𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴!"

I don’t think I have ever woken up to such an incredibly big text, and it looks amazing as hell too! good job man👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

In the tavern of providence would sit a certain figure on her favorite spot with her book, although she seemed not to be reading of any kind.. a gloomy expression roamed her face as she unpatiently tapped her nails against the wood of the table. Viktoria Ivankov gave a single deep sigh before she closed her book, turning around to the window to see the spot where she met her old friend. “If only I could have looked into the future, no? You were a joy to have met Valent, not to mention that your wedding was not even that long ago either.. may you rest in peace old friend.”

In the halls of Urguan a young dwarven lass would walk around before she stopped in her tracks. The news of the of the death of Ophelia being brought to her made the young Dagura Ireheart grew silent. Dagura herself muttering some brathmordakin blessings under her breath as she shaked her head softly, remembering not that long ago she saved the woman from another deathly attempt at her life, being at her fiery wedding too. Dagura lowered her head for her quite newly friend who she would already miss the presence of in the large city of Oren before she muttered to the winds ''T'ey realleh wanted yu gone huh.. ye were sureleh t'e onleh 'uman a' loiked in t'at big citeh and will probableh be t'e last. May ye soul rest peacefulleh Op'elia van Wick, ye were one 'ell of a 'lass''

+1 for sure!

[Ooc] Username: NeonStarlight Activity Rating (How many days/hours do you play per week?): It really depends on school hours. But trying to be as active as possible. Discord: -|•÷[?ℕ??? ????????]÷•l-#6787 Timezone: CEST/EST [RP] Name: Estelle A. Drakon Gender: Female Place of residence: Drakon Manor Race/Sub-race/Culture: Snow Elf Do you swear obedience to the Princedom of Fenn and the Grand Prince?: Of course I do.

MC Name: NeonStarlight RP Name: Chione Stormfist Dwelling(Kal’Varoth, Hefrumm, etc.): Heff Candidate : Gimli Grandaxe

Pretty as hell :’) Nice folksss

+1 For me it makes sense, i don’t get why people make a problem out of it. If it can be explained through lore and it makes sense then its all coolio.

Some people in game didn't know my new username because of my app, well its now -NeonStarlight- or my others if i ever change back -MyrStarlight- or again -Diianne- Hope its clearer now <3