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  1. MC Name: Potatatoes RP Name: Aesil Athri'onn Timezone: Arizona aka mountain Discord: sether.s
  2. Full removal: but also a local AH standing as a convenience store would be BEAUTIFUL I ******* love it. Also read: All are opinions I ******* LOVEEEEEEEEEE
  3. IN-CHARACTER What is your name? Avon Karnak Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? I would like to continue my studies of magic and be able to practice my arts with like minded people. What arts, if any, do you currently practice? Earth Evocation What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? Adeptus Minor, but will accept a lower rank if requested. When should you be contacted for an interview? Whenever you'd be most willing to invite me, I tend not to do much these days.
  4. A letter attached to a scroll appeared at the doors of each and every Father Circle member and Priesthood member of Elvenesse, as well as specially delivered letters to the following: Awaiti, Nivndil, Harraven, Sonna, Karnath, Miven, Evar'tir, Mik, Laetranis, Becclain, Renae, and Seraphina. ━━━━━━━━━▲━━━━━━━━━ "I come forward, admitting my wrong doings; though, I believe most have been unintentionally misinformed on the fight between Abelas and I some twenty years ago. I will accept any punishment the Father Grove gives me; on the request that they'd adhere to my version of the story which I have witnesses to confirm my recount of the fight. The one and only request for them is for me to remain attuned, at any cost necessary. I will offer my hand in anything they request, along side any requests Eir'thall and Ara'nora make. I beg they show their mercy upon me, as well as the priest hoods mercy and the Father Circles mercy. I officially send my apologies and will subject myself to nay punishments they have in mind in the hopes of keeping my gifts blessed upon me by the Aspects and Mani of the realm. If you have any further questions, I plan on riding out to Elvenesse tomorrow. You will be able to call for me or meet with me at my seed hall. I will remain unarmed except my staff which is bound by soul. I hereby stand at the mercy of the Priests and the Father Circle's followers. I also urge my Lari'onn and Mal'onn, Renae and Becclan to come forward and do the same. It is time we pay fully for what we did." signed in blood, Xodorin Arvellon - The Nebula Druid
  5. The text was contained within a cream colored scroll, wrapped and tied with a red string to prevent it from unrolling. ━━━━━━━━━▲━━━━━━━━━ “You f***er” Abelas growled through his gritted teeth, his face contorting with a mixture of annoyance and sheer rage. Taking a few steps forward towards Xodorin glaring intently at his visage. “I want you to tell me what you said to Miven, to my face, and not rely on her to pass messages like a damned coward.” “That you’re being a lousy father? Yeah, I told her to tell you to pay more attention to your ******* child. The Arvellons shouldn’t be the only ones tending to her.” Xodorin responded with a similar glare towards Abelas. “If you have a problem with the disappointing truth, I’m sorry llir but I can’t help you.” “A lousy father? Bold words, making assumptions that you have absolutely no basis on.” Abelas growled in a low tone, his face turning multiple shades redder as he spoke. “That’s not the only thing you said either, you outright lied to Mivens face.” Abelas stepped forwards towards Xodorin, aggressing and pushing Xodorin backward. “Come and say it to my face and don’t try to turn my loved ones against me, you petty *****.” Abelas hissed out once more. “I lied” Xodorin hissed back in response, stumbling backward. He took steps forward to reciprocate the same shove back on Abelas. “Fine, I’ll say it to your ******* face. You’re leaving your child to us after not giving a flying **** about Syllia’s death. I’m tired of your horse **** and mockery of fatherhood. You’re failing what should be your only concern in this world.” Evar’tir who had been standing at the side finally decided to show some response to what was happening in front of him, planting his boots into the sand, remaining silent. His arms remained folded over his brigandine as he watched the two. Evar’tir’s militant gaze flicking between Abelas and Xodorin. “Oh? Oh!” Abelas exclaimed, appearing to laugh in response to Xodorin’s comment. Taking a few steps backwards from the shove. “I didn’t care about her passing? I mourned for days, I couldn’t sleep, yet you were too busy to notice.” Abelas then used his momentum from stepping to the side to throw his fist towards Xodorin’s jaw. Xodorin raised his arm, but it was much too late to block the fist, taking a good portion of the blow. Stepping backwards he continued his momentum. Xodorin’s eyes glowing a bright cyan and orange swirl. “We all did, but we made time for her you bag o’ dicks.” Abelas didn’t seem satisfied with the previous punch he landed, but he was much too far to follow up with anything. “I did make time for her, you just weren’t around to see it. I made as much time as I could, I even came to her after what happened, Renae was there.” Abelas interjected, continuing forward. Evar’tir said something in regards to Xodorin, but I don’t remember what he specifically said or did. Xodorin glanced towards Evar’tir, hissing back “Stay the **** out of this ‘ker.” his attention shifting back towards Abelas, the roots which formed a repaired portion of the Siramenor wall began to gently shake, “How could I know that?!” Evar’tir sharply interjected, narrowing his gaze onto the ‘ame. “You have no authority here.” Seraphina lifted a brow to the situation bewitching the beach “What’s going on out here?” Abelas progressed towards the man, overflowing with rage. Both his arms shaking as he spoke. “By talking and not making assumptions.” he cleared his throat, “Oh! Another thing!” he called out towards the general Arvellons in the proximity. “Sera, Becclain? I really thought better of you both than to conspire to take my own child away from me.” Xodorin said something but I can’t recall it at this moment, though I remember the wood beginning to move to Xodorin’s back, making a semi-circle behind him. Evar’tir drew his waraxe, bringing it into a two-handed hold idly, running his thumb over the flat edge of the blade, idly inspecting it. He remained to further a doctrine of de-escalation, however did not make any further move other than shifting to a more favorable position for the ‘ker. Abelas snapped his attention to Xodorin, responding in a thundering shout. “You shut your ******* mouth, you lying snake.” he took a deep inhale, turning to Seraphina and Becclain, pointing to Xodorin, “This sack of **** told Miven, and believe me, she would not lie, that you two were speaking of taking my own daughter from me.” Seraphina narrowed her gaze at Abelas, “Mal’onn, what are you going on about? Elara is your child and I told you the day of Syllia’s death I would never try to take her or replace Syllia, where in the world did you hear that from?” “Ne ne ne, it’s about you and me right now. Keep it like that.” Xodorin hissed, the wood behind him gently creaking and turning but not moving any further. “You’ve ignored her and from what I’ve seen, you haven’t tried to even talk to us since Syllia’s passing.” pausing for a moment, “The only snake I see here is you, flopping around like your head was sliced off.” He continued to step backwards to distance himself from Evar’tir but the wood still gently turned. Becclain raised a brow, his gaze moving between Abelas and Xodorin, a small frown painted upon his visage. He’d appear to stay rather quiet as he simply watched on from his spot on the beach. “Hm? … Excuse me? I don’t believe I have ever conspired to take away your Oem’ii Mal’onn, nor would I ever try. Where did you get these accusations?” He’d say as his brows creased, a rather confused look painted upon his face as his gaze fell onto Xodorin. Seraphina’s facial features fall slack, her eyes moving to Xodorin as well as she pushed her staff into the sand to keep it standing upright, slowly she begins to move over to the sand to Xodorin. Her facial features like that of stone. “O-Oh my aspects. I had not known my Mal’onn was causing troubles around here… I’ve been out of the loop since the recent birth of my daughter, but I guess I should have assumed chaos would break out sooner or later.” Becclain let out a heavy sigh as he slowly stepped forward, advancing closer to the two as he glanced between them with a disapproving look. Becclain then placed his hands on his hip as he shook his head, stating “I don’t believe that either of you two should be hashing the issues through this form of release. Combat. You should try to talk it out or something less violent.” Abelas went to interject with Seraphina’s movement, seeping in front of her. He stopped in his tracks, eyes meeting Xodorin’s. “All I hear is that you’re calling my lari’onn a liar. The sheer fact that you both have the boldness to even make that claim shows me your true colors.” he yelled out towards him, his voice shaking, flattening from how much yelling he had been doing. “I am going to give you the count of five to leave, otherwise, I’m going to beat you so hard, that not even the monks will be able to save you.” Seraphina states in a calm and steady tone, “Mal’onn, a moment, I’d like to speak to Xo for a moment.” she was loud trying to get her words to their ears. Cullas saunters up to the gathered group as he raised a hand to his fellow Exarch. “Disperse. Now. The lot fo you.” Evar’tir declared, with primarily towards Abelas and Xodorin. He marched forward with a short stride to place him between the two ‘ame, axe in hand. “I didn’t call her a liar. I said she didn’t transfer the information correctly, which we all know may have been an accident.” the roots moving closer to Xodorin’s back, twisting and turning with what seemed like Xo’s breath. “Ne, ne. Leave it to us, It will clear all future issues.” “It was not a suggestion.” Evar’tir dryly remarks towards Xodorin. “Disperse.” “Evar’tir has issued his command, accept it or accept the punishment.” Cullas made his thoughts on the matter clear. “Mal’onn! Leave form here this instant and return back to the Seed Hall, I don’t’ wish for anyone to fight this elven night.” Becclain called out towards Xodorin in a rather stern and serious tone as he looked over the ‘ame before turning back to Abelas. “Same to you Abelas, we have children watching all of you- what would the Oem’ii thing about this? That violence is the answer?” Cullas would grab a rock from the ground, hurling it towards Xodorin “Not directly, but you all said what you said. I’m done here, if you dare so much to speak to me again, you’ll be receiving a lot more than just that.” Abelas extended his right index onto Xodorin’s cheek, which had been left by Abelas punching him. “Mal’onn! Once more, please leave this situation and return back to the Seed Hall, I shall speak with you later.” Becclain says as he slowly advanced a bit further up the beach, close to others. He’d make his way to stand beside Seraphina. Elara grip tightened around Zaelyn’s hand as she gazed up at the stars in an attempt to block everything out. “Fine.” Xodorin huffed, the roots behind him slowly shifting back to their original position. “Tell the ‘ker between us to step back, then if you wish to talk Becclain. I’m not leaving where I WAS APPROACHED by you.” His attention shifted to Cullas then the child behind the group which had clearly not been enjoying the situation, the glow in his eyes fading. The rock making impact on his forehead he quickly hisses out, “The ****?! Who the **** invited you here?” He said, a small slash on his forehead forming with blood running down his cheek. Renae finally interjected, “Hmm… I’m over this. Good luck all… Aspects and Mani bless.” she dipped her head, going to turn her left, dipping her head again to the children making her way off. Seraphina turns on Cullas, annoyance on her face as the rock goes by. “How was that helpful in anyway!?” Renae also took Elara before finally walking off, finessing Abelas… “Under the jurisdiction of the crown, you have ten seconds to comply and disperse from the situation. Further action will result in forceful de-escalation by the Exarchial forces.” He then brought the axe down and readied it with a two handed hold. Cullas placed his hand on the sword, pulling it from the scabbard with a clean ‘shing’ emitting from the withdrawal of a sword. “You assume I’m not going to confront you after you slander my name? You have less of an ability to think than the fish in these very waters.” he threw his hands up in the air, turning around, beginning to walk off. “What does it look like I’m doing” The ‘ame lofts a brow, the roots would have halted their movement. “The crown doesn’t help any situation they step in. Look at the Azdrazi. How much help they are!” Xodorin called out. “You have five seconds to disperse.” Evar’ continued. “Abelas-“ he pointed to his friend, then moving it outwards down the beach. “Go. Remove yourself and your kin from the situation.” Seraphina shakes her head and turns back to Xodorin as she hears the words, her voice comes out booming in irritation. “MAL’ONN, GO THE **** HOME, YOU HAVE DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE AS IT, LEAVE NOW LESS YOU’D LIEK TO MAKE MROE TROUBLE FOR US.” Her eyes came to life with a fiery glow as the blue tattoos under her shirt shine through with a light blue glow. “Excuse me!? You came here! You don’t even live here!” Xodorin stepped to the side, resting his hand at the blade on his hip. “You’re only raising the situation to a higher problem.” Pausing for a moment, he glanced towards Becclain, “Ti, a member of the crown attacking helpless village members. That wouldn’t be a good look for the nation of Aegrothond. The ‘home’ of the elves, while you actively attack us on our lands.” Becclain shivered at the shout emitted from Seraphina, his ears twitched. Moving his left hand to rub his temple gently as he let out a sigh. “No- Xodorin, shut up and just stop with all of this. I’m trying to help you, but if you end up getting killed.” Cullas then pointed to Becclain next as he says aloud. “Arvellon, remove your man if he will listen to you.” he looked to Evar’tir, “Halt yourself, friend, let the kin of the man handle this if he may.” Abelas marched off until he was a healthy distance away from the situation at hand, yet he stuck around to watch what was to come. “I’m done putting my part in. If any of you would want to ask why what happened here occurred, I’m here more than willing to explain.” Cullas sheathed his sword, giving a hefty sigh. “Thankful for people like Becclain, truly.” Becclain let out another heavy sigh, though this one appeared to be of relief as he lowered his head. Then turning around to slowly gudie the ‘ame away from others. “Lari’onn. I’ll bring him back to the home for me to speak with him. And I’m assuming both of you might need to speak with him when he is relaxed, so we shall be in the Arvellon Seed Hall.” he quickly added on, making his way home. “I’d prefer the kin handle their own rather than the Exarch, but by the grace of Elvenesse I will not abide this talk or action.” Cullas said, making his point clear. Becclain took more steps forward, waving for Xodorin to come with him. “Come here Mal’onn, we must speak in the Seed Hall about all of this, please just come quietly cause no more trouble." “Fine.” he glances towards the ‘Officials’. “Sera, clear up the roots please, I’m sure they don’t appreciate being stretched about.” stepping past them Xodorin then locked his eyes with Becclain. “After you Mal’onn.” “Elvenesse above all” Evar’tir declared. “Becclain, when I come home make sure our mal’onn is out of sight.” she turns her eyes to the roots after, “Abe, Xodorin does not speak for I nor Beclcain. I’m sorry about all of this.” ━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━ Xodorin Arvellon - The Nebula Druid
  6. yeah? yeah? well it is profiling for liking pancakes or whatever the f*** weirdos like
  7. I demand your response. (click me)

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    2. aiden0023

      aiden0023

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  8. Read above. There is only ONE acceptable answer to all of them.
  9. Xodorin Arvellon shook his head, frustration clearly painting itself to his complexion. "Preaching for unity before, now this!? Has he have no idea of the hypocrisy that his statements contain?" his voice filled with vexation, taking the paper and crumpling it up. Stuffing it into his pocket before walking off towards his house. Speaking to himself, not caring if anyone else heard his thoughts or statements. "He want's us to act unified but on multiple occasions he talks down to us acting like we're wrong, like we have not the faintest inkling of his actions. He calls for the anger towards the orcs, but in response he redirects his anger to the wrong assemblies of the decedents. He warrants predisposition of anger towards the decedents of Krug. Disregarding the certain reality that not everyone of one race lives in the nation that which primarily houses the particular line of decedents. His call for further measures to be placed against the Orcs is meaningless if he irritates his brothers and sisters of the Amaethea to only cause discord amongst our ranks. A relapse of Irrinor is something we need not. He must act so as not to topple the house of cards upon which his throne of false anger sits." his face was practically red from the irritation, walking into his Seed Hall before approaching the group which had already assembled.
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