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MC Name: Gallent_Bristle RP Name: Eilomir Arvellon Persona ID: 77948
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Two centuries the 'ame had spent alone, walking the world. People had come, people had gone, and over time he thought he'd gotten used to it all. He was not there for the death, he was not there for the mourning. Yet despite it all, as he walked the night shrouded city, even he knew that someone was missing. Across starlight streets and quiet buildings, under the light of the ever present moon, a single quiet lute began to play, a song of loss, a song of mourning, a song of hope for better days.
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As fliers and pamphlets were delivered all across the continent, a kind and curious eyed elf would look up from his work with a smile, plucking one course on a lute old enough to be an antique by now. "Well then," he said to no one in particular. "Perhaps two hundred years or so is long enough. It's time to write a new story, for once. Hope to see you there, Brother."
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Eilomir would have been confused when the letter first arrived to him. Since when in the world did anyone actually care enough to send mail to him? At first he expected something like an invitation, a request to meet, or even a notice that he was wanted in another village. But as he sat in a tree to read the note, the ever-present smile would fade from his face. "I... who..." For once in his life the smug elf was at a loss for words, for once he didn't have any jokes to make. Soon the stutters would turn into a chuckle, then into a laugh, even as tears came to his eyes and fell to the paper. "Look at that, Plume. Only known you for about a year and you're already making me cry." Wiping away the tears, he'd fold the letter carefully and put it away in his bags so he wouldn't forget it. "You've already done me a huge favor showing me this place. Guess I can't thank you again in person, so a smile's about the least I can do. And if I ever find who or what took you out... I'll just have to wipe the smile from their face instead. You rest easy, wherever you went... until we meet again, at least."
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Arelin would sigh slightly as he filled out the forms. "If they truly need me I will still come help. But they have too many guards to waste them all on intimidating diplomatic lines. Maybe I'll make more of a difference here." Name: Arelin Senfarl Age: 25 Culture: Distant Adunian Reason for Enlistment: I wish to make a difference and to help those who need it. I feel my abilities are wasted standing in lines at diplomatic meetings. I can still help people in Sedan even if I do not stay in their barracks. Experience (if any): Previous unofficial training in homeland, service as a Goat of Sedan ((MC Name)): Gallent_Bristle ((Discord Tag)): Gallent#5270
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The Order of Saint Alexander and the Holy Goat
Gallent replied to Optimus420's topic in Principality of Sedan
"Well now," Arelin said, looking over the paperwork. "I suppose it's about time I got around to having to fill out something official. Too late to turn me down now I suppose" [[RP]] Given Name: Arelin Family Name: Senfarl Age: Around 21 Prior Occupation: Traveler Battlefield Experience: None on a large scale, but have defended myself from bandits, already have training, and already have served as a goat for while. Reason for Interest: To provide assistance and protection to those who need it, and to make a name for myself and my family. [[OOC]] Username: Gallent_Bristle Discord: Gallent#5270 -
"... and as the bard played his harp, the wind around them rose into a gale and the enemies arrows all suddenly missed their marks. With this final display, the enemies finally retreated, and the villagers were safe." So goes a part of one of the stories that Belmir's mother told him when he was young. As a child, Belmir always found himself amazed and engrossed by the tales she would tell of an ancient bard, or possibly a few of them, who would use their words and song to cast magic. Many times the bard would sing tales of the gods and aspects, but other times the magic was not from either of these. Every time she told one of these later versions, she'd always say "Do not tell anyone I tell you this story," and Belmir was not initially sure why. It wasn't until he started learning more about aspectism that he came to realize how the other Mali'ame viewed the 'arcane corruptions' of voidal magic. Despite this, even long after his mother had stopped telling the stories, he couldn't stop thinking about them, about how the bard had saved people. It was with these stories in mind that he finally decided he wanted to become a bard as well. Slowly he began to learn to play a few instruments, and once he was 25 he left his small village near Dominion and began to wander. Belmir decided that if the bards actions would probably be looked down upon in the village, he would find out more about them, their deeds, and possibly how they could even cast magic through singing and instruments.
