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The Kestrel Druid read over the book as a large smile formed upon his face. He would then go on to say, "Oh! How lovely for this ancient language to be extended further. I remember all those years ago when I went around the Village to hang various tiva wreaths. Those sure were the simpler times. I'm honestly glad to see more learning this and I hope such continues. Maybe I'll pick it up once again and make some wreaths for others." He stopped talking to himself at that as he let out a small sigh. He'd then simply carry on with his day after storing the book away.

Oh boy, more interesting lore and creatures for my characters to interact with. It sure would be nice to have more unique creatures running around the realm- +1

Name: Becclain Race: ~ Age: 116 [[OOC]] Username: TwistedFries Discord: TwistedFries#1055 Timezone: EST

You deserve a break for all the hard work you've done and energy you have put into the community- Take all the time you need and I hope to see you again soon!

"May the old dwed thrive in the afterlife or wherever he is now. I shall use what I learned from him to forge a create many weapons and I will continue to sharpen my craft overtime." The Druid's head lowered as he folded the missive, placing it neatly on a pile beside him.

“. . . I don’t even know what to say about this. . . It’s sad to say that yet another friend has fallen. We may have not spoken as much in the past, but I do remember the days he would come up to visit the Grove. The good old days.” The Druid sighed at that, hearing of the Wonk’s death and offering a moment of silence afterwards.

[!] The Kestrel would receive the response as he read it over with a keen gaze, his head bobbing slightly as he drafted up a reply of his own. He'd then send out his reply via a messenger raven. [!] Another reply would be sent out as this one would reach someone else, the Lord of Cartref Mor.

The Circle of Crows Followers of the Divine Unknown Founded on the 23rd of Malin’s Welcome, Year 1844 of the Second Age _______________________________________ To the denizens of Almaris, We are the Circle of Crows. We are those who have lurked in the shadows for countless years, moving between the lands, doing our duties alone and without fail. With the troublesome creation of the Voidal Hollow and other untold imbalances that threaten our realm, we as a Circle have come to an agreement. Many of our members have thought it best to make ourselves known in the realm, to those who follow the same path, and to those who wish to join us in our endeavors. We are here to serve a new purpose in this world, to stay present in the development of things that might affect the balance, and to actively protect that balance no matter the cost. In short, we may pursue things differently from that of the current Circles. Henceforth, we have found a home in the lands of the Elvendom, previously known as Elvenesse. We urge that those who wish to join our ranks, simply reach out by letter or in person. Signed,

The Kestrel learned of his old friend's terrible demise as he froze in place. His head turning slightly as he looked off into the distance, a mournful expression upon his face. "Another friend from my past has fallen. I believe only a few more until I have outlived nearly everyone. How sad..."

"The issue has never been 'all humans' and I'm glad that whoever wrote this realizes that. They clarified that this is not a call to slander all humans, but instead a call to watch out for those who wish harm upon Mali descendants. I just hope they don't make the same mistakes as those that came before them. Those who had the same ideals and an even stronger hatred for the other races... The Druid sighed some as he glanced down at the missive once more. "Hearing about things like this is just getting exhausting..."

Name: Eleleth Sylric Race: Snow Elf Age: 233 Gender: Female [[OOC]] Username: Lunartics_ Discord: TwistedFries#1055 Timezone: EST

“Hmm… I see…” Becclain read over the missive with a small sigh. He simply thought to himself, about everything going on currently.

“I just can’t keep up with the world news this elven day, my Aspects.” The man sighed out of frustration as he sifted through the pile of papers he somehow receives frequently.

“Unity among Elven-kind has always been proven to be quite difficult. I’m not sure if this common cause would lead to such a change, but I do hope I’m around to see what happens next” He’d say to himself. His eyes fixed upon the crackling fireplace as he tossed the missive in. He’d then say something else in a soft tone “Aspects protect everyone. I can’t stand to see violence break out once again.”

"That escalated quickly." Becclain read over the missive with a small chuckle.

Becclain received news of what happened on that day after he left. His gaze settled upon the distant ocean as he sat there, pondering to himself before saying something “Oh my… It’s sad to hear that someone who preached good is now gone from this world- taken to soon. I can’t believe these Savoyards are killing their own clergy members now, and all for what? He wished to save someone dear to me and they went against it. This is very concerning indeed.”

Personally, I would enjoy it if nations had to set up their own system for sending and receiving letters, such as a post office with couriers. That or if we try to get that bird plugin completed.

"S-Six... N-No-... F-Four? I-I can't even believe it. Why must we lose another one. I-I keep loosing people and all I can do is stand idly by. I-I'm so useless... A-And a burden..." The older man muttered to himself as he stared into the flames of the fireplace. His eyes glazed over as his mind drifted off elsewhere. He didn't seem to move much as he simply sat in place, silently thinking about all that had unfolded prior. "N-No more... I-I can't stand to lose anyone else... I-I won't... I won't stand for it."

"Huh?... O-Oh-... Things are getting spicy out in the elven nations." A Mali'tal would say whilst reading over the missive.

We love new cultural posts~

We didn't talk much after Atlas and I'm not sure if you ever remember me, but I just wanted to say that it was fun to RP with you and that one character 0-0 Can't remember their name but I think they were a mage or something. Well wish you the best of luck going forward!

OOC: MC Name: TwistedFries Discord: TwistedFries#1055 Timezone: EST IC: Name: Becclain Certifications (Licenses from other organizations are viable): Haense, et cetera. Contact for further information. Specialty (i.e Surgery, Combat Medicine, etc): Surgery, combat medicine, herbology, et cetera. Finished Research Study (Optional):

Becclain, the Hummingbird Druid and the one who in fact fell into the waters, grumbled with anger. He had been captured once again by foreign forces and he had no other choice but to put his faith into others, which was something that often lead to disappointment or pain. "In the Aspects name, why am I always getting captured and held as a prisoner. At this point, I'm going to try and befriend these creatures, maybe I'll get something out of it" He jested, speaking to the iron bars and coral that entrapped him below Ando Alur. At his wits end, he called out for help one final time "PLEASE SAVE ME, I GOT THINGS TO DO BACK HOME!!"

OOOO YESSS!!! +1 I love this creature idea~

Becclain looked up at the sky, watching the occurrence for a few moments before looking away. His attention shifted to the nature around him, the voices growing silent with the occurrence in the sky. His brow then perked up as he seemed interested with what was going on. “What is it this time?… I should probably reach out to those who might know.” He’d mutter to himself as he simply pondered about the odd events unfolding before his eyes.