Sygnus_

Somewhere in the northern reaches of Aevos, a Mali’fenn woman would look over the missive and chuckle upon seeing the proclamation. “This child deems themself an Archon of a noble bloodline of Fenn, refuses to follow Isvinity, and insults their very ancestors by bending the knee in service to Celia’nor like some slave. Perhaps this self proclaimed Archon should read more about our past before making such poor decisions.” The Drakon Archon would toss the missive into a fire, watching the flames lick it away into nothing but ash

A certain Mali'fenn thinks back to the days of Arcas with the war against Lyria. She would silently wonder if this calling to arms would reveal a stronghold or place of inhabitance where the dark beings live and congregate. She would then begin to softly mutter to herself, "...Perhaps another purge of the dark mages and darkspawn can rid us of their kind... or perhaps not. Only time will tell."

An old Mali'fenn looks over the missive and sighs, "Because the last time we united, it was lasting...."

"Celia truly is lost these days. Its hard to believe I once fought alongside them in the Malin'or Alliance nearly a century ago. Now these days, they will charge just anyone with a crime." At that Aroiia Drakon would assist Farian in tearing down the wanted posters in Norland, deciding to say, "I'd like to watch them try to take one of my kin from me"

Aroiia Elena Drakon would look at the missive, and then go ahead and submit herself as a participant in the race. Name(Persona): Aroiia Elena Drakon Username: Sygnus_ Persona age: 393 Nationality: Fenn Do you have a horse: Yes

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Aroiia Elena Drakon would warmly smile and say, "I hope this Oliver knows what he is getting into." After saying this to nobody in particular, the mali'fenn would make note of the date in a ledger of sorts, before continuing on her way.

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So the solution is to make twi's group a real world Taiwan....

Aroiia Drakon would look upon the missive, smile, and say, "I guess its time to watch fighters to beat each other to death or at least near death, once more" she'd pause and then say, "I cant wait!"

Somewhere in the Northern Reaches of Almaris, a snow elven woman lays in bed, awake, looking into oblivion - haunted by the tune in the Norlandic Gatehouse.

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Aroiia Elena Drakon would look upon the pact and say, "Uell ito kaean'leh llythsaen!"