Diogen

"How bored are they?" The confused Aurelia asked herself.

The 'ker is too stunned to speak.

i have been summoned

i am here

[!] Percy sighed, looking at Carolina. "Do what makes you happy. Don't feel guilty for chaining yourself to a man you don't see yourself with. It's your story to write." He said, offering her a smile, despite the unfortunate situation. Where Carolina ran off to, her loyal guard followed.

I LOVE YOU WULFERY

I love this guide, thank you @Diogen for writing this.

Jokes aside really well done mady, that’s gonna be one useful guide for newbies

Naele and Mavis' niece cheer for her from afar.

"Two people hiding in a corner are not enough people to vote for Maheral." Aurelia remarked. "These cultists seem confused."

"When did we vote for a maheral?" Aurelia asked. She shrugged.

"What is wrong with these pants-less toga Elves? How are they still so far behind in technology?" Aurelia asked herself in confusion. "I do not understand why one covers oneself in olive oil. They ramble too much."

Mèlawen's best child excitely awaits for the ball! 

"A massive pyre." She says to herself in the morgue as she sees the amount of bodies within the room. Too many to bury.

[!] Missives would be pinned throughout the Silver City





Citizens of Haelun'or, it is with a heavy heart that I must announce that the Morgue is full. The drawers are full, bodies still being prepared on the tables, and unknown third parties that had to be immediately cremated to make space.

I am here to take matters into my own hands and announce a proper burial pyre. To let our old citizens of Haelun'or peacefully move on, to let us grieve over our losses. Regardless of which side they took - the dead should be respected.

We will be all gathering the next Elven day, and I request that at least during the event, to cease the bloodshed. For both sides to hold a temporary truce, and let us all mourn the death of our people together.

Let the dead rest.
 

-Aurelia, Head Mortician.


 

OOC: Tomorrow (Saturday), 5 PM EST
 

Naele stepped on the clay shards to turn them into even smaller shards.

Naele rips the missive into pieces and dunks it into water to dissolve once again.

Mavis' niece excitedly awaits for the celebration! Going out hunting right away to bring her gifts.

Naele took the missive down, crumpled it and dunked it into water.

Naele ordered milk from the tavern. She did not drink it.

"I am glad to have shot that cannon." Naele said to herself as she worked in the morgue.

Naele ordered water from the tavern.

"And there goes all my efforts at uniting us." Naele of Elvenesse says to herself as she read it, disappointed in the elves. "The orcs do not want war."

Naele, after hours spent ensuring the injured will survive, finally sits down in the tavern as she gazes out towards the mess in the square.

"From a trial where people attacked the accused, casted magic within the room, did not listen to the accused and postponed it all after they could not conclude, to a mess of a co-ordination where everyone ran like headless chickens, people faking their ranks in the Sillumir and contradicting orders every passing moment. I am disappointed."

Naele is pleased by the news, seeing the Silver City take a step in right direction. "Do you see this?" She asks her daughter, showing her the missive. @_mady07

"We have work to do."

[!] A missive had been passed around and pinned to any bench, stands, walls, or anywhere with a blank slate in the nations of Elvenesse and their allies. [!]


 

[!] The missive would read

“Karin’ayla llir, I am inquiring you to follow me in a journey that shall trek the hinterlands of Evendom, marching through the thick and dim paths to find the wolves of our lands, I expect there to be no casualties… I have spent my lifetime among the forest and know its ins and outs, and have found a lead towards the territory of big, vicious Direwolves. This is where you come in lliran, to assist me and your fellow lliran to slay these beasts plaguing our land.”

“PS: Bring gear, armour, and anything else to help increase your odds of survival.”

Ooc:

Saturday 6pm EST 

can't believe i saw this post so late, you were one of my favourite people on lotc. hope life treats you well my man