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Username: EnderMaiashiro
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Skin name: Purple C
Bid: 150 mina
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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.
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"Hm... a rare moment of intelligence from the Valah. Let's see how long this lasts and the fit to be thrown by Haelun'or." Velatha mused from her position among a celebration, maintaining her guard from the side.
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The Sylric Bloodline
“Bilok, taelu, evar.”
(To make, to learn, to protect.)
Sylricean Coat of Arms
History
SpoilerThe Sylric name has been around for centuries. The founder, Thandir Sylric I, was one of the original Snow Elves, having followed the Tundraks to Lomal and his World Altar. However, due to the scattering of the Snow Elves, most of the history from then to The Realm of Anthos was lost and has never been recovered.
The Sylrics found themselves to be weak and unskillful because of the drastic changes to their bodies, so the head of the family, Althidon Sylric, sought out hard labor for his family namesake. He drilled into his heritage that they will be the ones to become the backbone of the Princedom, not only through hard labor but also through the military. Throughout the years they were always the first ones to the mines or to the forest and always the last ones to leave the forge. Working became their blood and thus from then on all Sylrics, male and female alike, came to be among the strongest of the Snow Elves. Althidon, however, never left Anthos, having died there and named Thandir Sylric II as the new Patriarch.
Thandir II lead the Sylrics’ into Athera, where they once again backed the Tundrak Bloodline. During their time in Athera, the Sylrics did the work of thousands of men with only 300 strong among them, their names ringing loud throughout the Princedom of Fenn. As all races left Athera, Thandir was still the head of the Sylric namesake and followed the Tundraks to their new home, Tar’sil, on The Isles of Vailor. Whilst living in Vailor, Thandir II found love and marriage. He had two sons and two daughters, a rareity within the Snow Elves. His firstborn Ailduin was named his heir, followed by a daughter by the name of Arthion, a second son by the name of Selgauth, and finally another daughter by the name of Velatha.
When the Iron Uzg attacked The Princedom, the Sylrics lost more than ¾ of its family for defending the outsider city of Tar’sil. All those who survived fled from the Princedom, with Thandir II and Ailduin, his son and heir, remaining, having felt obligated to stay and carry out their steadfast heritage of supporting the Snow Elves in their entirety.
As Vailor came to an end, Thandir II passed away on the journey to The Isles of Axios where Ailduin was left to shoulder the Sylric household, his siblings all abandoning him and the rest of their Snow Elven kin…
Ailduin has been the patriarch of the Sylrics since then, singlehandedly reclaiming their position as the hardiest and most industrious of the Snow Elves. By doing so he brought a new age for the Sylrics’, with some of his siblings even returning to the Princedom; at long last proud to bear the name Sil’siimah.Through the Realms
SpoilerAnthos to Anthera
Thandir II lead the Sylrics’ into Athera, where they once again backed the Tundrak Bloodline. During their time in Athera, the Sylrics did the work of thousands of men with only 300 strong among them, their hammers and chisels ringing loud throughout the hallowed tundra’s of Hesin’fin. As all races left Athera, Thandir was still the head of the Sylric namesake and followed the Tundraks to their new home, Tar’sil, on The Isles of Vailor. Whilst living in Vailor, Thandir II found love and marriage. He had two sons and two daughters, a rarity among the Snow Elves. His firstborn Ailduin was named his heir, followed by a daughter named Arthion, a second son named Selgauth, and the youngest daughter named Velatha.
Athera to Vailor
When the Iron Uzg attacked The Princedom on Vailor, the Sylrics lost more than ¾ of its people during the defense of the outer city of Tar’sil. All those who survived fled from the Princedom, with Thandir II and Ailduin, his son and heir, remaining, having felt obligated to stay and carry out their steadfast heritage of supporting the Snow Elves in their entirety.
Vailor to Axios
As Vailor came to an end, Thandir II passed away on the journey to The Isles of Axios where Ailduin was left to shoulder the Sylric household, his siblings all abandoning him and the rest of their Snow Elven kin…
Ailduin was the patriarch of the house Sil'siima from then on. He has reclaimed their position as the strongest Snow Elves and had been the hardest worker as well. By doing so, he brought a new age for his family, with even his siblings having begun to return to the Princedom, finally proud to bear the name of a Sylric.
Axios to Atlas
After many decades leading them through the hardships of Axios, Sil’maln Ailduin would lead his family to the continent of Atlas to forward their survival; though much of the history has been lost to time and war...
Atlas to Arcas
Ailduin would lead his family to Arcas after the Vaeyl destroyed Atlas; passing away on the 7th of The Deep Cold, 1716, after an act of heroism to save Crown Prince Aelthos Tundrak during a mining excursion to collect precious metals for the Princedom. His son Thandir III would return to Fenn shortly after to pay his respects and accustom himself to his family while a new Patriarch lead them. Airebys Sylric, nephew to Celaena and Ailduin Sylric, would take up the position to carry on Ailduin’s legacy for their family. Shortly after assuming patriarch, Airebys pushed many reforms to the Sylrics and later stepped down so that Velatha Sylric would follow in her elder brother's footsteps as Matriarch to the Sylric Bloodline.Arcas to Almaris
With the fall of Fenn during the time of Arcas, Sylrics stepped up with the Drakon bloodline as leaders of the remaining Fenn. It is during this time that they traveled with all that remained until the return of the Tundraks as the true leaders of the Mali'Fenn. With the rise of Vytrek Tundrak as the Grand Prince, the Sylrics stepped back from their leading role to assume their duties in aiding in the reconstruction of the Fennic Remnants.
Attributes, Personality & Culture
Sylrics are known to be hardworking, determined and very focused at everything they do, whether that is being a soldier of the Ivae’fenn or taking up a role among the ranks of the Bilok’thuln. Thus, many would consider them more serious than other bloodlines, contrasting the notably carefree Tathvirs. However when asked a question, Sylrics tend not to think too long or hard about an answer to it and tend to blurt out what comes to mind and leave it at that. They are known for being rather straightforward and to the point. Despite their often brash behaviors, Sylrics tend to be kind and respectful towards their kin. The Griffin, their sigil, perfectly reflects a Sylric’s state of mind: loyal, noble, and determined.
Physical Traits & Characteristics:
With all of their hard work, Sylrics tend to be muscular, with a strong, bulky, but well-built build to them. Known also for their great strength, Sylrics tend to be the tallest among the Snow Elves and have grey to blue eyes. There have been rare occurrences of emerald eyes as well as amethyst eyes. They typically have white to silver hair, but there have been some with blonde hair.
Professions & Specialities:
Because of their industrious capabilities paired with their larger builds, the Sylrics are often seen lugging large quantities of raw materials to-and-fro around Tahu’lareh--the fruits of their labour. Thanks to this reputation, Sylrics often find themselves seated among the Grand Council filling the position of Head of the Bilok'thuln, also known as the Grand Exchequer. It is not uncommon to see a Sylric mining or working in general, providing the Princedom with all that is needed to thrive.
Alongside this reputation of being hard workers, the Sylrics have a reputation for being good craftsmen and craftswomen, creative and otherwise progressive thinkers, and scholarly patrons; their expertise spanning a wide variety of professions. Many take up blacksmithing due to the extensive family history of smiths contributing to war efforts and defenses.
When not working on their craftsmanship, nearly all Sylrics participate within the Ivae’Fenn: the military of the Fennic people. Due to their fierce loyalty, many seek higher positions within the ranks of the Ivae’Fenn, frequenting Vanguard and higher ranks. Sylrics have also been known to serve as military advisors, favored due to their blunt honest nature paired with their calculating mindset.
Style of Combat:
Because of their mighty physiques, they are often on the front lines during times of war. Their weapons of choice often include longswords, greataxes, or warhammer and a shield, though other types of weapons are also used. To stare down a Sylric upon the battlefield is no comforting feat, as their strong posture, large size, and choice of weaponry makes for an intimidating sight. Sylrics tend to wear heavier armor so that they can last longer on the front lines, much like most soldiers of the Ivae’fenn. When a siege is taking place, Sylrics are generally manning the siege engines, specializing in their craft and operation.
Family Tree:
https://www.familyecho.com/?p=ILKTR&c=9ul46u525g&f=935319104124893412
Ceremonies:
Wyrvun’ahern - Ceremony of the Newborn
When a new Sylric is brought into the world a special Ceremony is held called, Wyrvun’ahern, translating to Wyrvun’s Blessing. This ceremony celebrates the life that Wyrvun will bless upon the child, whether it be a life dedicated to soldiering or to working hard. A feast is held accompanied by festive music and dancing.
Bilok’ihnsil - The Coming of Age Ceremony
When each and every Sylric reaches the age of 30, a coming of age ceremony known as Bilok’ihnsil, is held to prove that they can be truly called a Sylric. This ceremony is much different then Wyrvun’ahern as it is a trial of the child’s skills that they have to offer the bloodline. Each child must venture outside of the walls of the Princedom and forge themselves their own personal weapon. They must gather all the materials themselves and by themselves alone. No help shall be offered to them. They must build their own forge and use what they gather to create a beautiful piece of weaponry, whether it be a greataxe, a warhammer, or even the smallest dagger. When they finish and feel that it is worthy of the Sylric name, they are to return to the Princedom and present it first to their father and then to the patriarch of the Sylrics. Once their weapon is approved by both their father and the patriarch then a hunt is held to test the durability of the weapon. A feast is then followed, provided by the spoils of the hunt. As the feast ends the patriarch approaches the child, presenting him the Sylric Insignia, to be branded on to their weapon as well as stitched onto their cloak. This is to mark that they are now a true Sylric. Some at this time opt to receive a tattoo of their first kill with their weapon, as a commemoration of the start of their journey as a Sylric.
Politics:
Throughout the Snow Elven years and all the conflicts they faced, the Sylrics have tended to be on the front lines of all major battles. Their thoughts on other Elves are complicated, as centuries of battle waged against them has hardened the opinions of some Sylrics against their Mali’mira cousins. A Sylric will marry out from other elven subraces, but they try to stick more toward the Snow Elves and their culture. Be this as it may, they are generally a more accommodating people.
Notable Members:
Thandir Sylric I - Founder of the Sylric Bloodline
Ailduin Sylric - Founder of the Bilok’thuln, Patriarch of the Sylric Bloodline
Velatha Sylric - Sister to Ailduin, Medic and former Commander of the Ivae’Fenn, Matriarch of the Sylric Bloodline
Rythel Sylric - Elder member to the Sylric household, skilled artisan, weaponsmith and member of the Bilok’thuln
Airebys Sylric - Founder of the Fennic Institute of Higher Learning, Deputy Exchequer of the Bilok’thuln, esteemed scholar and Guardian to the Ivae’fenn
Heirlooms:
Gostatha - Great Sword of Ailthidon
Lercuvanten - War Axe of Thandir I
Hadhafang - War Hammer of Agis
Daedheloth - Battle Axe of Amaranthea
((Anyone who wishes to join the Sylric Bloodline, contact EnderMaiashiro, via the forums, in-game, or discord [EnderMaiashiro#7430]))
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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."
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MC Name:
EnderMaiashiro
Character's Name:
Mariya Vyronov
Character's Age:
17
Character's Race:
Human
What magic(s) will you be learning?
[Culimancy and Domestic] Housemagery
Teacher's MC Name:
ItsMrCannibal
Teacher's RP Name:
Ruben Barclay
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
No
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
Yes
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?
Yes
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MC Name:
EnderMaiashiro
Character's Name:
Bianca Ireheart
Character's Age:
207
Character's Race:
Dwarf
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Transfiguration
Teacher's MC Name:
Z3m0s
Teacher's RP Name:
Kalgrimmor
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
No
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
Yes
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?
Yes
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Name: Velatha Sylric
Race: Mali'Fenn
Age: 425
Gender: Female
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Username: EnderMaiashiro
Discord: EnderMaiashiro#7430
Timezone: EST
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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[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!
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"Do it." Dame Marie Vyronov nodded as she read the missive... pointing at a random bystander.
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Happy 10 years.... but also can we just get Tythus a pepsi to celebrate? :)
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Dame Marie Vyronov smiled as she heard news of her uncle's ascension. She could not be prouder of Alfred and his achievement. Perhaps it was an act of Godan, that her patron saint and now uncle shared a common name, a bond never to be broken! Her smile was unyielding as she began preparations to welcome him home in celebration of his success.
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Marie Barclay, now Vyronov, stood to the side as the Lord Marshal Friedrich Barclay carried Jackson Porter past the tavern, a feeling of unease settled upon her as they passed. Her eyes set on his face, a well knowing stare at the face of death. While the yound Dame had not known him well, Marie highly respected the man both in life and death. Never once had she a bad interraction with him. Never once did she hear negative utterance of his name. She was sad to see him go so soon, however relieved that knowing the man, he would have rathered die fighting than sitting at home idle. A common notion among Haensemen. Her lips formed a faint frown as the Marshal continued his tread. Her fist clenched as she soon followed with a salute to the fallen man. "May he rest in peace within the Seven Skies, and welcomed with open arms as he deserves."
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Marie Barclay glanced over the missive, frowning as she discussed its contents with Patriarch Alfred. Did her stature really matter that much? Perhaps it means more strength, to seek a woman that can do more than sit idle and knit. To Marie it meant much more to be of use to her partner rather than sit and look pretty. As a true Haense woman should be strong and capable, rather than sit and gossip!
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Marie had carried the body of the now late Ser Brandt Barclay up the steps to the clinic, laying him down on one of the clinic beds in silence. She removed the red wolf pelt from herself, laying it over his body before one last hug. "Ich will miss vu, Uncle Brandt... Rest well. Ich will see vu in the seven skies, ich am sure."
Awaiting up in the seven skies is Marcella Avern-Barclay, who opens her arms to take Brandt into a tight and long awaited hug. "I am sad to see you so soon... liebe. But welcome. You've worked so hard in your life. Rest now, you are with family still and the others will join when the time is right." At this, Marcella beckoned her grandchild through the gates and among the throng of other Barclays that waited to greet their kin.13 -
Marie sat alone on the hillside, clutching a letter notifying her of Mariya's death. Tears dripped down her normally cheerful face as she stared off, seemingly at nothing yet everything at the same time. Her breaths were ragged as she merely sat and existed. While this went on, things seems to be at a standstill for her. It was not something she hadn't thought of, however it was not something she expected to occur so soon. The loss of a dear friend, the one that very literally changed the course of her entire life. Marie wished that she could have helped her. Many... many times she wanted to pull Mariya from the cruelty she faced daily. To pull her from reality so that she could achieve the dreams that she gave up. They were ripped from Mariya. Not a slow let down but the pull of a cord by those who did not care for what Mariya wanted in life. The pull towards one's 'fate', or at least the one perceived by the matchmakers. The ones that signed the dotted line of Mariya's betrothal.
Marie hated every moment of it. Watching her once goal driven friend decay to one merely trying to survive through one heartbreak after another. One more wish destroyed. They were endless. For this, Marie had only ever truly disliked one man. It was hard, getting on Marie's bad side. But he.... he held her one token of distent fully in his grasp without knowing it. The one, whether direct or indirect, caused Mariya's death. The single man who could have protected her and cherished her for all that he did. But no. He had not. Would not. And never will.
It was this that had driven Marie at this point in life, to help those who could not help themselves. But not for the sake of goodwill... no, not anymore... to stop those who would do onto them which could not happen but by one that does not care. One that was by Marie's definitions, cruel. What true man would cause harm to his wife. To turn his back when she needed him. Yet turn around and expect the world of her? To hand over all that she held dear? No. There is no respect for them, and perhaps against all of Marie's belief, no saving them. Maybe some ways, all can be saved. Not him. Not ever. Not after all that had been done, has been done. Marie now stood, letter clenched in her hand as she descended the hill once more. She lost one of the few she swore to protect. Not again and not ever. Not to the likes of them.9 -
Sitting in the halls of Reinmar, Marie Barclay reads the missive with a neutral expression, "Ich wish you well, Ser. The path to redemption is nicht an easy one. While Ich doubt you will return what you have withdrawn from myself and Stefan, I hope you can show the future squires the kindness you speak of. May you learn something of this, as perhaps I had judged you harshly but nicht of a distaste for you, but in a desire that you would put forward only the best for the kingdom. This effort, I had not seen, but perhaps... that is something on you can change. Keep to your word. May Godan guide you true, for it is something that we all need, some more than others." Marie then set the letter into a pile of notes, things to consider for the future as she went on to training on her own within the fields of Reinmar.
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MC Name:
EnderMaiashiro
Character's Name:
Marie Barclay
Character's Age:
19
Character's Race:
Human
What magic(s) will you be learning?
[Culimancy and Domestic] Housemagery
Teacher's MC Name:
Tutor: 1Honeydragon
Teacher's RP Name:
Luisa Barclay
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
No
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
Yes
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?
Yes
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[!] Unknowing that her confiding in Ser Aleks had made it into the memoir, Marie Barclay ends the week like she normally does, speaking with her parents. While worry has plagued her mind for a while now of concern for Koenas Mariya, Katerina, and her own trials... she seems happy as of the moment. Happy that she had been assigned to perhaps the best knight there is, one that looks out for others even if against the regulations. In her mind, it is one thing to follow obediently, and it is another to act absolutely for what is right, even if it means rules must be bent. It says more to look out for one, than to ignore just for the sake of doing as one is told. Of course, this did not ease every worry, however it came close knowing that there are still some out who wish to make a change for the better.
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2 minutes ago, Llir said:
That is allowed
I can see how it would be though if it is, I would imagine things would get hairy for GMs trying to enforce pvp raids and the like if people try to warp in to either start, join, or escape one?
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Nice, though makes me wonder... will these be moderated to prevent things like ss pillars in houses?
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IGN: EnderMaiashiro
RP NAME: Bianca Ireheart
CANDIDATE: Durorn Ireheart
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Her Last Feather
PK of Marcella Avern-Barclay
Born in 1688, Marcella Baruch was the daughter of Richard Baruch and an unnamed woman from Curon. Her father was a known necromancer in his past and the woman was unknown but to a select few. However, under the custody of her father, he aimed to improve upon his ways and took up an alchemist stand within the city of Sutica. When Marcella was just shy of one her father was arrested and executed for his past crimes, abandoning her in the basement of Richard’s shop. Her adoptive brother Hiren had found her some time later and brought her to her first mother, Serenity Avern, who took her in to raise her in her youth. While Serenity was not present most of her life, her sister Mayan was and would later adopt Marcella as her own.
Marcella’s childhood was rather uneventful upon relocation to Carouldstadt of Renatus. While there many Averns took part in the clinic affairs as surgeons and practitioners. While there Marcella had begun to learn some basic medical skills however not proceed further than that. Some time later, the family returned to Sutica for the remainder of her childhood into her early adult years. While living there Marcella met the man that would later become her husband, Wilheim Barclay. The Averns did not approve of the Haenseman, but Marcella took this as her strike towards independence and began to spend more and more time in Haenseti-Ruska. This later proved to be fruitful to serve as the starting point for the soon to become Barony of Freising. As the house was founded, Wilheim grew in the ranks of the army and received his knighthood as the Stallion. Both Marcella and her husband became Aldermen and later had two children, Klara and Erwin.While Klara and Erwin were young they were able to spend time with Mayan, though as they grew up, Klara went on her own travels and Erwin stayed close to home to follow his father’s footsteps. All the while, Marcella did her best to support Erwin in his ventures, which proved fruitful as he later became a Duke and Lord Marshal to set the tone for many generations to come.
Soon after Wilheim’s passing, Marcella’s life began to slow, taken by an alcohol and smoking addiction, she retired from being an Alderman to spend the next decade with Wilheim until his death. At this point she moved to improve her health to spend as much of her time as she could with her son and his children, Manfred and Brandt. It has been up to this point that Marcella was able to meet her life goal, a happy family that is successful.
It has been at this point that Marcella spent her final moments in Oren with Mayan… After she decided to pay a last visit with her, the journey proved to be too much as not long after she had a heart attack. Her final breaths were in Mayan’s home after a long day. With Mayan she left her final will and testament for her family and close friends. Belongings will be distributed upon arrival of the vault supplies of Arcas. Marcella passed at 1736 on the 13th of Sun’s Smile at the age of 114.
Marcella’s Final letter:
To my dearest children,I am sad that I have not been able to see either of you in my final moments, but I cannot say how proud I am in the two of you. Take your time and enjoy life, it is not for forever. I will be waiting for you up in Godan’s skies so enjoy life while you have it. I will wait with your father until you are ready.
To Manfred,I wish to leave you my staff. It was acquired by my father long ago and has served me well over the years. Take good care of it sweetheart, for it contains the soul of another and you may learn how best to speak with him. He brought much joy to your father in hitting people with it, and I hope you are able to keep it in the family for the foreseeable future.
To Brandt,I wish to leave you my Karin, Idred. She can be a bit of a grump, but she has been a wonderful companion since Wilheim passed. If you ever have any questions on caring for her reach out to Mayan. She can provide guidance better than any.
To Luisa,
Dear, I wish I could have spent more time with you and your brothers but you have grown up well and have a family of your own. Cherish them. To you I leave my wedding rings. They were made by Hekkaes Goldhand for Wilheim and I. They were once magic with a blood bond though it has long since faded. Keep them close because even the smallest things in life can matter most.
To the Barclay Family,
It has been truly a dream of mine to have such a wonderful family. Thank you all for the laughs and smiles over the years and I hope I was able to give you just as many as you gave me. I love you all dearly.
Finally, Mayan,
I can’t express how much you mean to me, haleun. I know soon I will visit and it likely will be my last, but I know you gave me nothing but the best. I wish I could have done more for you over my life and we had our issues. If nothing else, I hope I was able to bring pride to you. Look after my grandchildren please. I know my passing will be hard on them but more so on you. You can talk to them, I know they would want to and see you just as much as family as I do. I love you so very much and don’t ever forget that.
With love,Marcella Avern-Barclay
[OOC] It has been wonderful rping with everyone on this persona and I’ve taken up her grandchild Marie so things won’t come to a halt regarding that. Thank you all so much for being part of Marcy and her legacy.23
The Straw That Broke the Baron's Back [PK]
in Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska
Posted · Edited by EnderMaiashiro
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.