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  1. Bianca smiled from within her shop as she saw Kalgrimmor emerge to send out this missive. She paused in her work at forging a new blade to 'steal' a copy from him as he passed. A light grin showing as she read the paper and gave her grandfather an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "You're almost there Grandfather. Yet another amazing feat!"
  2. MC-Name: EnderMaiashiro RP-Name: Velatha Sylric Persona-ID: 52142
  3. The palace of Aaun was eerily quiet following the death of the Lord of Alba. The only sound that echoed through the upper chambers being that of a weeping mother. Edith sat in a chair by the hearth, clutching an item of her son's, his first circlet. It is likely that there would be some time before the aging Reinmaren would emerge from the royal chambers but for the time being she spent her time in mourning of the loss of one of her twin children.
  4. Crest of the Val'athri clan - Original curator has been lost to the seas but her message remains. "It is the stars that guide our path. The ocean is our calling, to live or die, it is the temptress who decides." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- History Clan Val'athri began in the early days of Axios, calling the underground city of Magara’lin home. In these days, the Val'athri served as a devoted group of dark elves, dedicated to being among the few to venture to the surface for food and trade. Their specialties lay within canvas sails of their vessels as they sailed upon the rivers and oceans surrounding the continent, seeing them as an extension of Luara’s domain like the underground lake that they called home. Those that remained behind spent their time on Luara’s Lake, fishing and taking ‘ker to the Temple of the Moon, which sat near its center under an open part of the caverns where moonlight could filter through. During the rebellion of Azul, the Val'athri served a vital role in the evacuation of Magara’lin, utilizing their ships to escape the attacks with the survivors. The fleet was led by Vaermina, who was the matriarch of the clan, out to the safe waters away from the continent. With the fall of their home, the clan strove for a nomadic lifestyle, hoping that they would not meet the same fate as their kin that remained. Over time in this new lifestyle, the number of Val'athri began to dwindle. Resources on the open ocean between continents were scarce, leading every fish and bit of plant to be a sacred resource when caught. Despite this, they remained true to their beliefs and traditional methods over the centuries at sea. While much of their history was lost with sunken vessels, stories of the past were told by elder members of the clans to the new generations to pass to their children in turn to maintain the history with what few sea damaged texts remained. A number of generations having since passed, the Val'athri heard of the dark elven spiritualists beginning to congregate once more in the city nation of Nor’Asath. This provided a new hope for the long-time seafarers as they now had the prospect of reuniting with their kin, settling down from the nomadic lifestyle that they were forced into in order to have a chance at seeing a better future. Appearance Members of Clan Val'athri display a variety of characteristics that can fall into two categories. Members of this clan usually have black hair with red or silver eyes. While their skin tones vary widely, many decide to adorn themselves in gold jewelry along with leather and lighter armor useful in their sailing lives. Due to their extensive travel, many adopted tattoos as a way to document their lives. Many held tattoos to represent places they had been or their personalities to those knowing the meaning behind them. Due to their constantly moving lifestyle, most Val'athri have become medium build, being well suited for heavy lifting but not so much so that it could restrict their movement in fast paced situations. Men often reach up to 6’3 and their female counterparts reach 6'0. Culture Due to their nomadic lifestyle on the open ocean, Clan Val'athri spend most of their time on vessels and fishing as their ancestors once did. Trade often is integrated into this by trading their catch for other goods such as cloth and grain. Their adept sailing skills make members of the clan excel at leading combat at sea with swift maneuvers only achievable by those spending a life on the ocean. Their weapons of choice tend to be short swords, harpoons, and khopesh, all of which give superior speed in tight quarters such as below deck on a sailing vessel. When not engaged in fishing or sea battles, the Val'athri reach back to their roots to explore the oceans around them, returning home with tales of far away lands and tattoos to accompany those stories. Older members of the clan often dedicate their lives to shamanism once they can no longer sail, as the lifestyle is tough on the body. It is these elder members that provide guidance to the will of the spirits and remembrance of the ancestors and their tales as once told between members of the clans in the high seas. When not at sea, those of clan Val’athri often use their swiftness and agility gained from traversing a ship as effective rangers and scouts. Often taking a more covert approach to warfare, using longbows and daggers/short swords to silently eliminate their quarry. Val’athri utilize their skills and experiences to contribute and aid their kin whenever not on the open ocean. The Two paths Wave Walkers Those who follow this path devote themselves to the sea, commanding or operating seagoing vessels and aiding their kin through trade and naval warfare. These Val’athri spend their lives on and around the ocean, waiting to see where she may take them next. Dawn Blades To the Val’athri that call the night their own, they do not wait for the waves of the ocean to guide their step, but rather make it themselves. Those among the dawn focus on stealth and tracking, skills often developed around the sea but taken further ashore to serve and protect their kin that remain behind. Traditions Sea Trials Upon reaching 50, members of the Val'athri clan will choose between the Wave Walkers and Dawn Blades. Should they choose the way of the oceans, newly fledged adults will head out on their first journey to sea, tasked to spend a week out on the water with nothing but a choice in fishing gear and a small sailboat made of bark and canvas sails. Part of this task is to bring home a trophy to bring back to the people as a symbol of their dedication to the clan as their ancestors once provided. This trophy would then be presented as a sacrifice to Ankrus, the Spirit of Seafaring, who provided calm waters to return their kin home from sea. Wilderness Trials For those selecting the Dawn Blades instead, members of the Val’athri clan will be sent into the wilderness alone and tasked with returning to their clan's home without aid. They’re given basic supplies for survival, being a bow, arrows, a dagger, and a small pouch of travel rations. From there they must use the stars to guide them and bring back a trophy as an offering for Aztran who granted them the stars to chart their way home. Walk of the Ancestors Upon completing their trials, showing their devotion to their kin, a shaman will take the fledgeling ‘ker on their first spirit walk as a Val'athri to meet a spirit of their choosing that they will devote their lives to, among the three that the Val'athri worship as their patron spirits. The trophy that they return with is portioned off between the clan but the best selection being given to the intended patron of the newly fledged Val’athri. Individuals spending most of their time on the ships at sea often select Ankrus, the Spirit of Seafaring, to guide their ships in safe waters. Those which wish to dedicate themselves to Drelthok, the Spirit of Dreams, often fall into the Shamans of the clan, lending themselves as a guiding light to those kin which call to them. Finally, those that find themselves carried by the wind to many locations dedicate their lives to Aztran, the Spirit of the Sun and Stars, which gives them the brilliant skies to guide them back home. Significance of Dreams Individuals in Val'athri will often see their dreams as windows across time and into the spirit realm. While they may not be shamans themselves, elements of one’s dreams can often be linked to a message being told by the ancestors to their kin. Oftentimes, individuals will seek shamans to join in on spirit walks to see the true meaning of their dreams. End of Life While death is not always something to be celebrated, members of Clan Val'athri take it as both a moment to grieve but also celebrate. Elders and those lost early would be bundled and laid to rest in a boat with a few of their belongings to take with them on their passage into the spirit realm to join their ancestors. The close family of the ‘ker will often leave gifts to comfort them in their eternal life until they themselves arrive at Stargush. All members of the family would then prick their finger or cut their palm to contribute a drop of blood to fall upon the fallen ‘ker, to signify the piece of them leaving with their family member. Once the small boat was prepared, straw and dry bark would be added in a layer over the individual before the boat is let off to float into the sea. Once a distance away from the shore, either the partner or other close family to the deceased would fire a flaming arrow towards the boat, setting it on fire until it and its contents are taken into the sea they once called home.
  5. Because that is my job! I've been hit in the head with a rock before... not fun. Wasn't a woman though. I have never considered beating another woman up much less with a rock. I have though been part of smashing an aenguldaemon in the face with a rock back in Atlas. Barely remember it other than a failed fire evo cast and then a rock going hurdling through at its face. This was right near the end of Atlas... can't remember much otherwise lmao. I do not condone stoning anyone ever. Unusual action... that's a hard one because I've been told chewing with your mouth open is normal... That's perhaps the one thing that pisses me off to no end. I've nearly puked before because of it. You've definitely got me here though since Idk much that's truly unusual... Perhaps putting the milk in the fridge door on its side. Seen that a couple times... Same with salsa and it got everywhere because the lid wasn't on right. She never really left, I am actually somewhat active on her now though! Maybe...
  6. Oh lord... lmao With Kalgrimmor... maybe once a month. I do talk to him oocly almost daily though. Oddest experience is hard because there have been many. Perhaps the weirdest was when I was running my tavern in Holm. An orcess came in, closed the windows and doors. Then threw a 1 lb brick of cactus green into the fireplace. Effectively hotboxed them both in there. Mind you my kha had never smoked before... Needless to say she had to be drug out by two humans because she couldn't coordinate herself enough to walk. A funny story to say the least. Well usually on Friday/Saturday nights I'll get either a cider or stout (I don't like drinking but it's nice every once in a while) and rp or play another game. If I'm rping there's a decent chance that I'm either doing a more involved game at the same time or painting. That's at least my plan when I get home tonight, we shall see... Favorite nation... Probably Holm. It had its own issues but it was relatively free without the brain melt that could be experienced in other 'melting pot' nations of the past. Though short lived, pretty much anyone could come there and live, work, or start a business. Met some of my favorite people that way. Haense is probably a close second because of how open it has been, though it also varies widely depending on who was leader at the time. Favorite person... oh god. Perhaps my favorite person is Xarkly. We've been through a lot together and he's one of my favorite people to talk to. Of course, it is hard to just pick one but I wouldn't change a thing about him.
  7. No, I don't. I do think there is life, however... On Jupiter's Moon, Europa. I think he is trying to cover for something... Alcoholism? A lack of it? Wishing he was Irish? I don't really know. Because Mad and I started them... I gotta see it through! My dwarf is now a mage studying under her grandfather, Kalgrimmor. Perhaps hypocritical to be an Ireheart and a mage... But not impossible.
  8. Well... it depends on what you mean by progressed. If you mean most time spent/most done, it is my snow elf Velatha. Mostly by sheer virtue of her being ancient as hell. That being said though, she has been through a lot. So far I have enjoyed her story, however it is not fun and games, most of it. She has had a lot of hardships in her life that honestly, I'm surprised she is even alive to this day. Between the injuries and mental toll, she should be dead, not 506/507 and still kicking. She has had many good moments as well, so I don't regret rping her and all she has been through, even if I am not as devoted to her as I was in the past. Along with what I described in replying to Lithium about the journey, she has lost all of her family. Several crippling injuries and other experiences that would render someone incapable of moving forward, which she does struggle with. However, she is rebuilding and making things better, something I wish I could do more irl but something she has struggled with for centuries. Yes, yes I do. It would make it so much easier to get some people's attention that run around while bored and won't sit still for you to emote...
  9. Oh god where do I even begin... There has been a lot in that time if you can't tell by my persona list... Snow elf is an acid trip as I started with them until Fenn died out a 2nd time. On Vel I led the Fennic Remnants, all the evacuees from the city when it was destroyed. Not long before that I led their military. As things died out there I had a kha and eventually led the kha for about 1.5-2 years or so. Honestly a blur. In that time I also led the Irehearts on my dwarf who is still kicking. Around that time I was given Marcella to play, who as we know married Madone as Wilheim and ended up being the first female alderman in Haense. Once she was dead I returned to spend more time on my snow elf and kha until those also declined a bit. After a while I returned to Haense to play Marie who was forced to an early death. A story for another time... And led to me playing Mariya, a Crow knight that never had children of her own. Eventually Xarkly had me play his child as Edith... which is where we are now. Ofc there's more to it but that's a lot of talking for one question! Believe it or not, this one is someone no longer among the LotC community, but someone I miss dearly. LionEY_ rped as Dwarger Silvervein, a half-brother to my dwarf. While his time with me is long since passed, he was perhaps the best family member that I've had that wasn't a direct family member the way the Barclays are to me. A complicated prompt to answer there however, one I would like to mention because not many talks about him anymore. As for James' mustache, I haven't seen a finer mustache on the server yet. Just the right amount of flair without poking his eyes out.
  10. For favorite character, top is Marcella Barclay, but second is Velatha Sylric, my elf I've had nearly since I joined the server. Favorite rp item/relic I've had is probably the staff I got from Marcella's father, Richard the Rude. The staff is with the Barclays as a heirloom now but it had a spirit trapped inside the emerald, an evil one ofc. He would be awakened and just slew a large swatch of insults at both the user and the one being hit with the staff. A weird propensity for racist slurs, but it's probably the most unique one I've had.
  11. Favorite rp experience... That's actually hard because there are a decent few. However, my favorite character and event are linked. My favorite one was Marcella Barclay (Rip). Though she had a rough start, she lived a good life. My favorite rp was when I took StillAMiniGuy and his sister irply out to a field full of bees while the men were all drunk at a celebration inside. We just chilled, watched the sunset, and Erwin became the bumble bee child. Rather simple, I know, but it's those wholesome moments that don't happen all that often that I miss. He will forever be my bumble bee child, even if it may annoy him that I still talk about it. <3
  12. Ok... I don't normally do these things but feel free to ask me anything. It'll be 5 years March 14th that I've been on here with you nerds, give it your best shot. I'm doing this now because I know I will forget when March rolls around. I will make a custom item (Weapon, jewelry, housemagery, or otherwise basic-ish with my limited magic) item for most creative question. I'll judge it based on most upvotes and just being a good question. May the odds be ever in your favor... One of the most frequent questions I get... What is my Discord profile picture:
  13. Declared and published in the year of Our Lord, 1906 LETTERS FROM THE ROYAL COURT On the birth of the Royal Twins TO OUR RESTORED REALM, Ever since peace has been returned to these Heartlands has the restoration of our Realm seen great success. Security, sovereignty and stability have returned and increased to heights not seen since the death of the Empire, but for long has a piece been missing from the equation to prosperity - that being the security of the Royal line and succession of the Crown. THEREFORE, With great joy, do we announce the successful labour of the Lady of Alba - Edith Alstion - who has on the 7th of Sun's Smile, in the Year of our Lord 1906, given birth to a baby boy and girl. The boy was born into this world mere five minutes before his sister, and they have both been fit with good health as per the diagnosis of Castle Ardor’s Royal Physicians. WITH GOD’S BLESSING, Do we present our children to our united realm, and ask that they be kept in the prayers and celebrations of the Aaunic people, for they will one day lead us to a brighter future with the principles of the Great Charter and the Aaunic peoples. HAIL TO THEE, SON OF HOREN, WHO SHALL ONE DAY RULE THESE HEARTLANDS; PRINCE HENRY CHARLES OF THE HOUSE OF ALSTION @Frymark HAIL TO THEE, DAUGHTER OF HOREN, WHO SHALL ONE DAY BE THE JEWEL OF OUR REALM; PRINCESS ADELINE JOHANNA OF THE HOUSE OF ALSTION @Marshi AAUNICA AETERNA, His Royal Highness, James Leopold Alstion, Crown Prince of Aaun, Lord of Alba Her Royal Highness, Edith Klaire Alstion, Lady of Alba
  14. Issued the 13th of Owyn’s Light, 1905 - 13th Wzuvar Ag Byvca 458 E.S. You are hereby invited to the union of His Royal Highness, Prince James Leopold and Her Ladyship, Edith Barclay. Who request the pleasure of your company at the celebration of their union at the Holy Church of Minitz next month to be married under God's watchful gaze as family, friends and those of all walks of life may witness the holy union. ITINERARY Wedding - 4 pm EST The Wedding itself will take place in the Holy Church of Minitz with those they hold dear. After such a reception shall be held within the castle of Brandthof where refreshments will be served to the guests and anyone who wishes to partake with the festivities. Bull Fight - 4:30 pm Est The men of Aaun get together to take down a ferocious bull to be committed to the feast and reception after the wedding. Any are welcome to participate in the occasion. Evening Dance & Feast - 5:30 pm Est The final event of the wedding is the evening dance and feast. The fallen bull will be used with the feast to feed the guests along with a variety of other dishes. The evening closes out with a selection of song and dance, serving as a final celebration for the royal union. Formal Invitations have been delivered to the following. His Holiness, Pontian IV, High Pontiff of the Holy Mother Church and his clergy His Majesty, King Karl III Sovereign of Haense and his royal pedigree His Princely Grace, Wilheim II Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble Pedigree His Grace, Valdemar Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree His Grace, Aleksandr var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Adele Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt and her esteemed Pedigree The Right Honourable, Matviy Kortrevich, Count of Jerovitz and his esteemed Pedigree The Honourable, Ada Colborn, Viscountess of Venzia and her esteemed Pedigree His Lordship, Aurik Bishop, Baron of Ostervik and his esteemed Pedigree His Lordship, Sviatoslav Godunov, Baron of Verskaya and his esteemed Pedigree His Lordship, Felix Weiss, Baron of Zvaervauld and his esteemed Pedigree Her Ladyship, Adalia Aleksandr Morovar and her esteemed Pedigree Her Ladyship, Allyssa Liliana Colborn His Majesty, King Charles I Sovereign of Aaun and his royal pedigree His Highness, Ottomar von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather-Rhine and his noble pedigree His Grace, Leon Barclay, Duke of Minitz and his noble pedigree His Grace, Heinrik Sarkozic, Duke of Adria and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Louis de Rosius, Margrave of Haute-Epine and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Guinevere von Reuss, Margravine of Velen and her noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Jan Ivanovich, Hetman of Krostov and his noble pedigree The Honourable, Cosima von Augusten, Viscountess of Hohengarten and her noble pedigree His Excellency, Helsuren Verethi, Syndicate Envoy to the Waldenic Diet and his diplomatic corps His Royal Highness, Prince James Leopold Crown Prince of Aaun, Lord of Alba Her Ladyship, Edith Barclay The Carrot Heiress of Haense
  15. Weizenbier Festival An invitation is posted across Almaris for taverns and their patrons alike! Come one, come all, to the first ever Weizenbier festival of Haense, hosted by the Old Stout Crow Pub. Join us for alcohol filled entertainment found in games such as: Spinning Wheel Pretzel Eating Contest Keg Throwing Log Saw Stein Stacking Winners are announced at each competition with prizes for every game. Own a tavern? Join us and bring your own stall to sell your wares. Trade with other taverns! Enter your best brew for a tasting contest for champion beer. Own a brewery? Join in on the fun and make your claim to fame. Sell to taverns and visitors alike. Open to all who wish to attend and are in good standing with Haense.
  16. Mariya's hands shook as she received a letter, just after Konstanz's trial should have ended. Yet there had been no word from him. Her expression soon turned to one of sorrow, her brows knit as she folded the letter, setting it on the desk before her, "Du are nicht ein failure Konstanz, if anything, Ich have failed du. I should nicht have left you to go on this quest. Ich should have spoken up at the meeting mein fears of the trial when we voted. Ich should have trained du more." With this, Mariya turned, the aging knight descending to the depths of the tavern, retrieving a sword from her personal belongings. "Ein Grosse Messer, made by mein grossmuter for mein grossvater. It protected me during my knight's quest, and it should have protected du in yours. But... It will be with you now in the seven skies, until I can be there for you." Mariya went to wrap the blade with a green and blue cloth, resting by the door ready to go to the funeral later that month for her former squire. Tying the cloth together would be a short length of rope and a feather from her helmet's plume.
  17. Username: EnderMaiashiro Discord: EnderMaiashiro#7430 Skin name: Purple C Bid: 150 mina
  18. Dame Mariya wonders how many times the Ruthern household is going to cause feuds with the Barclays... After all her own grandfather left the Rutherns to become a Barclay after their treatment of him when he wished to marry a Barclay. And don't forget the titular feud between the Luisian line and the Rutherns.
  19. Velatha hummed as she read the missive, offering it a short nod. "Perhaps brash..... but our young prince speaks his mind. Something that has been lacking in recent history, I would argue." The elder medic hobbled her way through the clinic, beginning to prepare many kits to be distributed to the medics of Fenn. Each one contained a variety of salves and herbs used frequently in her practice. "Hopefully we will not need these but... better safe than sorry considering the wars of past. At least our armour has not grown rusty as our cousins' have, our swords sharpened at the ready rather than dull and rusted in the armouries of another."
  20. Name: Velatha Sylric Race: Mali'Fenn Age: 425 Gender: Female [[OOC]] Username: EnderMaiashiro Discord: EnderMaiashiro#7430 Timezone: EST
  21. The Final Strike PK of Marie Vyronov An eerie silence stood out in the fields past the Kortrevich keep, grass swaying quietly in the darkness that was rapidly closing in on the patrol led by Ser Cedric Barclay and Ellisar Aevaris at the prompting of Flemius. Hushed whispers were exchanged among the rally, the unease sinking in as the patrol neared the hay shack, barricaded from entrance. The patrol split into two, one to look out for potential attack in a perimeter, another to search the interior. Dame Marie Vyronov, once Barclay, was assigned to the search party, following at the front of the group in order to assist as Jork’Iron’heartz strode forwards, kicking in the crude barricade which splintered easily. Soon the party swept through, searching the interior thoroughly. The building had been intruded with vines and mushroom growth, though the sense of dread only deepened further in the party as the search began. There were papers and torn books strewn about, though this was normal. The real concern was with the nooses from which dead bodies hung within the building. As the party split to search the rubble, Marie set up an old ladder which was held on by bare threads to a loft above. Once she reached the top, the Dame shuffled around until she found a paper, one that caught particular interest. This paper spoke of a cult, likely once inhabiting this now abandoned building. As Marie descended she had offered this paper to the officers present of the BSK, to which none had taken the offer and such the paper was put into a pocket within her Crow Knight armour. Soon the party rejoined those outside to start to return to Karosgrad, the soft murmur growing near a chatter as the soldiers stared at the tree line, knowing that the demons that plagued the area would not be far behind as they moved along. Not half way through this near parade home, a shrill scream broke out through the fields, drawing the attention of Ser Cedric and Ellisar. The party veered West to investigate the commotion only to be met with a horrific sight. A large gathering of Nachezer had gathered in an encampment of a family. As the patrol approached they tried to keep to the element of surprise as the demons terrorized the local inhabitants, soon killing the father of the family that were under attack. However this advantage was soon stripped of the patrol as the orc within the party was reminded of wars of past… charging past the throng in a blood rage towards the demons. His cry was soon echoed by the remaining BSK soldiers, who soon joined their brother in arms at the charge. Blades soon clashed in a thunderous roar, arrows soaring overhead and cries ringing out as the soldiers were outnumbered by the demons. No matter how many were felled, two more filled in their place. Soon a retreat was called as the demons started to encircle the patrol, the Dame finding herself in the depths of the battle. At first she did not even sustain a scratch, however her luck soon ran out. A sword slashed her shoulder, biting into the metal plate as though it were not even there. Time was running out. As the patrol retreated, Marie found herself and Lynette remaining, too many demons to fend off even with the power of the full patrol. It is at this point the knight’s demeanor changed, not from one of rescue but one of survival. She let out a cry as she swung her poleaxe in an arc to try to create space. It was successful but not for long. As the demons closed in, Marie’s grip tightened. A cry came out as Lynette was skewered with a javelin. This cry only steeled the Dame’s resolve as she soon turned quickly, giving Lynette a shove as the demon circle enclosed on her, rather than trap both of the female warriors. “GO!” Marie shouted at the top of her lungs in an attempt to get her word out to the remaining soldiers over the roar of shrill screams from the demons. Marie continued to fight, though the light at the end of the tunnel started to dim as escape became more of a fantasy rather than a real possibility. Shouts and clamour were heard as the others noticed her disappearance, however their protests met deaf ears as commands rang out. None of this reached Marie. Soon her injuries multiplied as she continued to fight the growing numbers. Swords to the abdomen landed with a sickening screech against her metal plate. Her vision narrowed as blood loss began to set in rapidly. The stench of death only grew as the demons began to circle closer as the BSK knights tried to make their retreat in a burst of smoke. Memories flashed in these final moments for Marie, playing swords with her father as a child. Early years spent learning to cook as she began her squireship. Many… many moments of adoration with Stefan and Mariya. Oh Mariya… The poor friend of her’s that met an even earlier demise than her. Nearly an angel… that pants wearing girl that refused to accept her fate. The days out in the harbour the three of them spent in contemplation accompanied with laughter. The horror at finding out Mariya had passed could have killed her but she took it as a resolve, to protect Mariya’s children. Soon Marie had succeeded in becoming a squire, hopeful to follow her father’s path in being knighted, fueled by her desire to protect Mariya’s children and admiration for her grandfather, Ser Ivan. Soon though these memories were overwhelmed with her own family. The marriage where she sealed her fate to Stefan’s, the promise to always return… Soon the day of welcoming their children into the world. The love she felt for them and her husband causing tears to well up and fall as she fought for her life… It was a loosing fight. She would not make it back, no matter how hard she tried, breaking her promise with Stefan. However, Marie could not just lie over and accept her fate. Marie soon clenched her hand, willing her mana to collect and pool in the palm of her hand before thrusting it upwards. A large series of blue and white sparks shot outwards, creating a distraction for her brothers and sisters at arms to escape, however this turned the attention of all demons on her. Soon, many blades joined in ending the Dame’s life, though not before a final prayer could make it out of her lips. “Godan, please… protect my family… Mutter und vater… Stefan… our children. Help them to know the love Ich would have given them and then some.... Stefan, Ich am sorry… I promised. I always promised I would return, but perhaps, that was not Godan’s will… It seems it was his for me to follow mein grossmutter into battle and die for the lives of others. Don’t let it all end…. Our kinder need du more than me. Ich liebe dich…” A sob came out as she took a ragged breath. She raised her head to the sky in these final moments. “Krusae Zwy Kongzem!” Marie cried her final words only to be cut off by a final sword through her chest, her vision fading completely as she fell to the ground, soon her thoughts drowned out by the shrill cries of the demons that now pounced on the fallen Dame, fighting their claim over her body and personal effects. The one thing that remained by the time they were done was her wedding ring, her hand clenched around it where her killers would not notice in their frenzy. By the time they cleared enough for her body to be retrieved, the letter was gone, as were her belongings… All but the ring the Dame held close. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Soon after her death, a series of letters would be delivered to the following people by Marie’s Eldritch Guardian, Mr. Squiggles. Her cat elder than her by 10 years and a mangy thing she had found in the basement as a child. Seems this cat outlived her just for the purpose of delivering these letters. Mother and Father, If you receive this, it is likely I have died before you. I am sorry to leave you with such grief. It is probably your one fear, my departure before my own. I love you both so much more than I could possibly convey in these simple words. I will miss you both dearly, but I will await you in the skies to greet you. Take your time, look after my siblings, enjoy your time with my children. Look out for them please, I could not ask for better parents than you two, so I must thank you for that. I love you both. Kleiner Bar Edmund, Adele, and Wilheim, I am sorry… in pursuit of what I thought to be the right thing to do in this world, I have left you three far too soon. I love you all so much, please do not bicker and fight with each-other. Hold each-other tightly and never let go. There is no greater bond than that which we had, and it will remain even after my passing. Stay strong and enjoy life as much as you can. Marie Igor, I never thought I would depart this realm before you… but here we are. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye, cousin. I know we weren’t blood, but you made a huge difference in my life and I wish I could have done more with you. Take time off from work. Take a deep breath and keep your head high. I know you can do it. I believe you just as much now as I ever have. Don’t be afraid to grieve, but keep an eye out for your children. I love you. Marie Cedric and Friedrich, Thank you both for being the closest friends and cousins I could have asked for. I would not have made it this far without you two to tell me when I’m being dumb. I can only imagine how I would have passed, what it would do for you two, but I am who I am because of you two guiding me. I admit, I am a hot headed idiot but you two tolerated me none-the-less… I love you both. Please don’t forget me, tell my children stories, treat them as your own. I wish I had more time to say goodbye, but it seems that this is it. Keep your heads up. Marie Reinhardt and Klaus, Please keep each-other close, now more than ever. I can’t intervene in your fighting now. I will watch over you two, but protect one another. There is no stronger bond than the one you two hold, even if you bicker now. Keep an eye on your father, he will need you two. You are strong, don’t forget where you come from. Stride ahead. Do great things and make a path for yourself in life. You can do anything you put yourself to. I love you both, stay strong. Marie Ser Aleks Heiromar, You were right. I was not cut out to be a Dame, but I made it anyway. Your teachings made it possible even though you didn’t wish to see me become a knight, for better or worse. I am grateful for every moment of it and I wish we could have had one last conversation to exchange words, even if by paper. The few you said though? They ring true and are held dear to my heart. Please, never give up, Ser. Haense needs more people like you, no matter how the world may seem to beat you down. Thank you, for everything. I am glad we shared what moments we could, I will miss you. With love, Marie Karl, You are bound to do great things, Karl. Keep your head up and eye on the prize. I know you can do it, that is for sure, and good luck with your squireship. I am sorry I could not stay in order to watch you grow up and be knighted, however I did see great potential in you. As such, I wish to leave you my grandfather, Ser Ivan Kortrevich’s sword, Vanquisher. The terms of this, however, is that you hold onto this sword until you find a squire worthy of the blade under yourself. When he or she is knighted, they are to receive the blade to pass onto a worthy successor of their own. While it is early to pass it to you, I have not had a squire of my own be knighted and as such I believe you have the greatest potential. I know when the time comes you will make the best choice. Stay safe and do what you believe is best. Dame Marie Vyronov My dearest children, I am sorry to have passed so early in your lives. I wish I could have held you all one last time, place a kiss upon the top of your head and read you another story. However, my time has come. I will always be with you all no matter what. Figure out your paths in life and no matter what I will always love you and be proud in everything that you do. Stay safe, and look after your vater. Ich liebe euch alle. Love, Mutter Stefan, I am so sorry I went back on my promise, Stefan. I told you I would always come back but it seems I finally met my match. I’m sorry…. I am so… so sorry. I wish I could just hold you one last time. Hear your laugh. See your smile. Watch you play with the kinder… But it seems I have been taken early. I will miss you, oh so very much. I hope one day you can forgive me. All those years of training, all the troubles we faced… yet it was still not enough to make it back to you. You deserve so much better than to be left with our children on your own, but I really am sorry. Please, take care of them but also yourself. I love you, I always have and always will. Please, do not give up hope, I will be with you always, no matter what. Ich liebe dich, Marie Along with these letters, items of Marie’s will are distributed to the respective recipients. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [OOC] It has been absolutely wonderful being able to play Marie, and I wish things weren’t to be cut short as they are, however… here we are! This is certainly not my ideal ending but this is it. Thank you all for making Marie an absolutely wonderful character to play and hopefully I will see you all as I take up Marie’s daughter, Mariya. Information in this post is just retelling, parts likely able to be told by those present but not thoughts expressed. Please see me with any questions!
  22. "Do it." Dame Marie Vyronov nodded as she read the missive... pointing at a random bystander.
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