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A woman smoked some herbs from the end of an obnoxiously long pipe. She shifted ever slightly to maintain herself upwind, avoiding the pungent fumes from getting in eyes kept hidden behind thick curls. Pruinae, or Pru, had settled upon an old log hollowed with the gnawing of bugs and rot. With an exhale, a cloud billowed from her mouth like a rolling wave, taking a moment then to let the feeling saturate her mind. Through the forest branches, she looked up at the sky. It was white, overcast by clouds that blocked out any pure ray of sun. Despite this, it created a cohesive brightness that still effectively pierced the pupil like looking upon a snow-covered field. As she pulled back her curls for clarity, only a cheek-scrunching wince would meet her, peering back down again. The old snow elf gave a little grunt but pulled out a leather bound book of papyrus. Removing a charcoal pencil steady against her ear, perhaps one of the many she stocked up from Alicjo's far gone shops, the woman flipped open the pages. Each sheet seemed to be filled to the smallest corners with words. Though, throughout them all, one thing stayed consistent. A name written a little larger than all else at the top of each leaf. Moving to a new page, the mali mumbled "It's about time I write about you, old friend." She proceeded to carve out Alicjo Verrana on the yellowed parchment. Pruinae recorded each thing she recalled of him as though her words alone would keep the man tangible, blissfully unaware of the loss. The first memory consisted of setting him up with a house in old Sutica, followed by tales of his journalism into the war with Oren and a certain Blair Fester's involvement. She spoke of his efforts to quell the inferi attacks and her witnessing the man learn to fit comfortably in his own skin, somewhere in there remembering him asking her to try and make a cinnamon tea. The elf recalled his excitement upon being invited to her wedding, to the way he slowly stopped coming to the tavern as he involved himself with more noble efforts. The woman tried to help but she's felt old for much longer than her face would spell out, and so they saw each other less. Pru regarded Alicjo as her last remaining friend, especially from a period long gone to history, a man deserving of great respect. She worked away at her records in preparation for the inevitable case of his death, though one would be lying if there was not a sense of bitterness in her elvish existence writing of old humans.

I had to scroll for a solid 5 seconds to get past the bee movie script Anywho, that's not what I'm here for This question's a bit more personal, but I was wondering what kind of things you included in your portfolio to get into college? And what specifically are you looking to do in the future with ur career in the arts?

[!] Silence befell an aged elf. The memories of one she knew so many years ago and tended to as her own plagued her mind, left pondering silently what had become of the woman. It seemed more and more the recollection of her allies began to slowly drift from her.

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Giuliano gave a light scoff at the prospects "Disgusting! They always take the smallest muttering of a rumor and blow it out of proportion in these things, never doing anything good for anyone! They attributed my ma's wonderful tailoring to some ragazza as well." He clenched the page, indenting it thoroughly along its edge as Coraline had done before him.

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[!] A mid-aged elf placed down her dwindling stick of charcoal after signing off the final page of yet another journal. Pruinae takes a sigh, leaning back against her chair as a few loud pops roll down her spine. She takes one more glance over the last page of such journal before folding closed the book- the leather cover heavily worn, pages used and warped to the point that shutting it with the given strings had become an impossible task. Opening the second to bottom drawer on her desk, Pruinae placed the collage of her memories atop the many others, stuffing the drawer completely. After a bit of fiddling through the cabinets, various items laid in front of the woman- a stack of homemade cloth parchment, leather, strings, and more. As with the creation of a new book marks the 208th birthday of an aging mali- unsure of the years to come. -=-Artistic Progress October 2018 to October 2021-=- ((OOC)) Can't believe I've existed on this server for 3 whole years now and had this character that whole time, but it's definitely been interesting. Going to go out and touch some grass after posting this. This is an AMA just because everyone seems to do one, so feel free to ask me something. Or don't. Although these past two months I virtually have not logged on due to fluctuating motivation and other things, I still want to help and commemorate my friends that I feel played a part in building Pruinae as a character and me out of character- for better or worse- that I will always come back for. Thank you for making my time on the server lively from the beginning till now, I will not be @ing you because that is a lot of work, you know who you are: Wonk, RC, StrongBear, Goon, Audry, Chipped Stars, Mika, Duke, Meteor, Salty Alty, Hexe, Venclair, Vitalian, Pillsbury, Minty. And although I haven't talked to some of these individuals in months or years, I felt I gained something from your role-play (and of course those I have not role-played with but still met through others on the server are also a joy) as well as dozens others not listed- apologies if I forgot/excluded you from the list. This sounds like I'm leaving the server, I'm not- if I was, which I was initially planning to, this post would be a lot longer- I just wanted something to commemorate 3 years :) Alright, questions below, RP in Veritas.

-=+=- Maybe not a daughter by blood, but a daughter nonetheless. -=+=- The more her daughter grew frail, the more the mother had begun to worry. Harsh coughing fits seemed to trail Jorden wherever she went... and with that trailed the concern of her mother. The evening turned into night, the archery competition within Veritas coming to a close and her daughter returning from her small venture to the tavern. Coughing fits began to consume Jorden's form, the two elves accompanying her- her mother and Annabelle- bringing her to her home where she was laid onto her couch, a light fire going to keep the house warm. A few tears were shed. Her mother urgently searched her medical bag, producing few herbs into a tea in an attempt to calm the coughs- to her dismay this worked only temporarily. The life began to drain from her daughter's eyes, staring blankly out the window before the Brashton quietly muttered "I think I want to sit on the front porch." And so it was, the group brought themselves to the porch. Annabelle rested herself against the door, the frail woman onto a stool, and her mother standing beside her, taking grip of her metal right hand and the guardrail of the porch in front of her. The three looked out into the streets of Veritas, a cool breeze wailing softly as the stars and lanterns lit the streets. Sniffles and crickets rung out into the quiet town, before a gentle hum was produced by the dying woman. As she tucked the red tatter from her pocket into a small black tome, she muttered her last words. "I will love you, always and forever." Though the returning words of her mother were harsh and quiet due to the tears running rapidly down her face, she replied. "I will always love you too Jorden... I'm not sure I'll ever love another more." Her daughter then would take her final breath, slowly closing her eye, and resting. As Annabelle glanced over, she whispered a single word. "...Jorden...?" As Pruinae felt her daughter's hand grow limp, she did not dare to look over. Her grip tightened, her breathing becoming loud and shaky, as well as the whole of her form lightly quivering. Her lips parted as her exhales became harsher, tears running faster as her head tilted downwards. The mother sobbed, lowering herself to sit leaning against the wall as she continued to sob and sob- loud and painful her cries were, filled to the brim with sorrow. She let go of the railing, both hands cradling Jorden's metal one in despair. No wound to her exterior could ever compare to what Pruinae felt at this moment. The mother grieved the loss of her child. -=+=-

Hey wonk, I don't know what else to say but thanks. You the man. Thank you for the VIP too btw :) will forever owe you one, or two, or a lot Kinda concerned about your eyeballs, they gonna be alright eventually? Also what would you say is your favorite LOTC memory now that you're poofing? Otherwise I just reserved this spot because i felt like it. Glad you're now free from the hell of this server!

The elf sipped a cup of tea, walking around her kitchen counter repeatedly as she read over the letter left for her. Her expression remained blank as her eyes traced the writing, before giving a gentle sigh. She walked upstairs, tucking the note into a desk drawer. The cup was now empty, the elf proceeding with the new day as though it was any other.

Pretermitted Ambient Music “Try and be more careful with falling in love this time, aye?” - Charlie Elmoran A young man interrupted the silence of a peaceful beach, the setting sun blaring against his eyes as he walked. The smell of crisp salt filled the air, waning over the area. Pleasant sounds of crashing waves accompanied the dull crunching amongst the sands underneath his feet. Soon after, he stopped- all hints of civilization had disappeared. Looking upon the rocky terrain of cliffs and deep blue ocean adjacent, he took a seat, seeking a deeper look now. And the man began to think... Two small identical twins, born to a lovely castle in the countryside- earliest memories of catching frogs in the Sutican shores, and making “smoothies” out of the likely-poisonous berries. Sword fights with a small dark elf, high ambitions- the dreams of a hero. Amongst the siblings, the twins were always the tightest bond. It's what got them through their unraveling, through a barely functional family. It's what got them through the general ways of adolescence, their lack of a mother figure, their father's alcoholic tendencies, and eventually, the man switching his dresses for suits. The girl grew into a woman, the boy into a man. Each found their own partners, the sister eventually partnering with the dark elf of childhood, the brother a sweet high elf he had met along the way. Life looked so well, as the sister had come to accomplish great feats- learning magics, defeating ologs, establishing a consistent part of her relationship, buying a home... Briefly snapping from his trip down memory lane, the man glanced across the horizon once more, eyes squinting rather pensively before he stood. He wiped away the sand that accrued against his clothing, beginning to hike to the top of the cliffs that were behind him. His mental trip to the past continued along the way. The brother on the other hand started to fall behind, every step the sister paved, he was five behind, only trying to live up to the woman he's spent his whole life with. Metalworking seemed fine, but it didn't take him far. The man would state that is what he was working on, only to ease the family's minds. In contrast, his own mind worked against him. The thoughts of their expectations became suffocating and their reassurance did nothing to appease his own criticisms. Ridiculous, he thought of himself. A lack of happiness and self-satisfaction in his accomplishments- of his own physical form. He tried a few things to pull himself up, to finally show he can be something. But those five steps too slow always seemed so impossible to regain. So instead of continuing to push, it was easier to walk back to a point that the lost steps were too many to count. The wrong way to the finish line. Unbeknownst to the solemn man, he’d finally reached the top of the cliff, taking a deep breath through his nose, otherwise silently, standing to watch the last bits of the day. The overbearing thought of disappointment drove him to seclude himself from those he cared about. The man sought to create a complete distance; only worsening his fragile state of mind. In these days, he found himself traversing the wilderness with an occasional stop for food with his dwindling coin. Sometimes he’d find those same berries he made into smoothies with his sister- ah, what memories those were. These were how he survived. But what is survival if you’re not enjoying it? However, maybe this way people would eventually stop worrying and forget him. The last conversation he would have with his father and sister was of how they missed him. At the edge of the cliff now, the man began to weep. “Where had that joy gone?” “Why am I a failure?” “This is pointless.” “I hope they forget me.” “I’m not good enough.” “I was never going to be good enough.” “Don't miss me.” As if he wanted the incessant noise of his mind to cease; a body now limp in the sand as the sun disappeared- the nighttime cloaking the area fully now. Rain fell, as though weeping for the lost soul. The showers stopped late in the night, and all was silent once more, save for the crashing waves that would always be. ((OOC)) Unless you were to actively look along the southernmost beaches to find his body, those who knew him IRP would not be aware of this passing. This character was insanely fun and heartfelt to play, and I love everyone who he got to spend time with. All good things must come to an end, however, and I feel this is one of them. Special thanks to goon (MF_GOON) for making this post so much better with his editing, love you tons <3

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[!] Notices would be posted around the Federation of Sutica and the lands surrounding it Sutica’s New World Krugsmas Festival With the new world of Almaris, we on the Sutican Event Committee would like to start the year with a celebration of a favorite holiday to many! On the Sun’s Smile this year Sutica will hold a festival in its square in honor of the new world and Krugsmas, with that we’ll have several treats as well as collectibles and activities! Sign up for a stall below if you’d like to contribute Make sure to wear your Krugsmas hats to match the theme of the season! It may be the desert but it doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate Krugsmas this winter! Come enjoy yourself, spread the word, and bring a friend! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- OOC Section This Sunday the 20th ~ 4 PM EST ~ Location: Sutica Booth sign up!