GammaRose

I'm very flattered but I think Jjosey is more deserving to go on the bingo card than me since I haven't done commissions in a year because of situational issues. I'm very flattered and happy to be remembered regardless, thank you for considering me in this! 🙇‍♀️

Leyu looks at this and panned her gaze to the camera, flashing a double thumbs up! "Nice." ((im heavily medicated)

[~] A grey bottle floats aimlessly in the open sea, the waves carry it to any wondering eyes for it to take. It has been wrapped in twine with it's seal covered well by a golden wax. The contents of this bottle carry a letter and a dry-pressed lavender flower, it's ink softly shimmers and glows like molten gold in the absence of light. [~] S.A 154 Dear Haelun, Do you ever find it difficult to wake up knowing it still feels like dreaming? I find it hard, most days, trying to walk and even function properly. You and all your years of wisdom and strife make it seem so easy to stand tall, and here I am like sand crumbling beneath the waves. It’s difficult to wake up and prepare for the day, but it’s also a struggle to fall asleep too. Not even in my worst nightmares am I able to escape from hearing the most horrible of things, I’m in constant physical pain and want to puke at all the wretched things that I hear and feel. I often measure you to the greatness of the sun, because the light you cast isn’t just overwhelming, but it fills the world with warmth and vibrancy. While I empathize with the moon, and do what I can to reflect that light, I feel I have most in common with the night, and endless void that is forever shrouded in all the things horrid with the world. It’s so difficult to wake up, but I can’t even tell if I’m dreaming or not. How pitiful is that?

[~] A grey bottle floats aimlessly in the open sea, the waves carry it to any wondering eyes for it to take. It has been wrapped in twine with it's seal covered well by a golden wax. The contents of this bottle carry a letter and a dry-pressed lavender flower, it's ink softly shimmers and glows like molten gold in the absence of light. [~] S.A 154 19th The Amber Cold Dear Kera, It doesn’t matter how hard you might try, out of all the ‘Caprio’s and Capulets, there is always someone out there who exists to overlap you and your stories, to outshine you no matter how hard you try to be the brightest star in the sky. There are those who naturally exist to be the heralded sun and worshiped. But that’s not true for me, is it? Or true for you either. I suppose I was that star who overcasted you when we were younger. Though I didn’t mean to, no matter how hard that I try, the name of your story always slips through my fingers like grains of sand; and no matter how hard I try for others to remember me, like water I am impossible to hold. No matter what I can try or seem to do to stand out, I’m always jealous of the others around me; how brilliantly they shine, awarded for the smallest of things while I am left out here to rot. Then again, I’ve always been too humble, for I know my purpose isn’t to shine like the stars in the sky, but to be the background that helps to illuminate what they are. I relish in that fact, it brings me some comfort to know a purpose I serve, but wouldn’t it be nice to dream to be a little bit special for a day? To be praised for at least existing, but that is in itself far too selfish of a wish to be granted. I wonder what it is people think if they knew of someone as wretched as me, I wonder how that story would be?

I think my only issue is the metal bit, because even for the sake of mechanics, it doesn’t make sense for the tiniest of metals to put a stop to everything when you have coins and whatnot. I think it should serve as ‘the more metal, the weaker your connection’. Like wear ten rings, can’t use kani, but wear five and you’re a little inhibited.

The Storyteller's eyes narrow at the missive like a pair of sharpened daggers; inquiry and intrigue enlightened what dim life had faded betwixt their starry gaze. As the elf turned to glance at the decrepit figure of their kin who lay nearly lifeless in bed, a thought remained persistent in their weary head. She'd wonder to herself, despite everything else that had occurred, what was their relationship with the Blonde Mage; how deep were the pools of tribune and false face? The duality of Izanami couldn't help but chuckle at this perplexity, laughter devoid of all things joyous and honest, the feigned prophecy of lost integrity. And yet what was authentic and genuine was worry that the woman denied, a concern for the man that was all too similar to the path of A Young Girl long ago. 'How strange,' The Lady thought. Spindly digits procuring a letter and quill addressed itself to the supposed Youth, feigning the intent of a weary menace to disguise a deep concern.

KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI Only the torpedos can get me for the crimes i commit on land.

The Storyteller finally had their well-earned rest. After hours of gruelling work spent defusing 'a bomb' in midst their meeting, they could finally hibernate and exclude themself from the world for at least a few days.

i like the title it make my tummy happy

Returning from the reunited meeting and greeted alone by paper and missive, The Storyteller's rage erupted- unbound- at the reminder of the assination. "Hypocrites... HYPOCRITES" The Almenodrim screeched, a fist hammering into a nearby wall and painted in crimson ichor. "HYPOCRITES- THE LOT OF EM! STUPID STUPID HYPOCRITES." No matter their attempts to maintain rhythmic beat, to grasp at the dwindling strand of patience they had, the horror of trauma and memories burned ire into Beowulf's very soul. "They don't EVEN DESERVE A JUST DEATH- MAIM THEM! BRUTALIZE THEM! THEY ARE NOT WORTHY TO DIE A SWIFT DEATH! Make them SUFFER!"

Scorned by the southern sun and laid to rest in the beds of Haelun'or, there lay sickly in the heat, the adopted kin of Idril Sylvaeri. Plagued and exhausted by nightmares and worry, a woman clutched their last exchange with The Crowned to her heart. The hours burned away in the infernal haze as children under her watch toiled away in their games. Despite their proclaimed disposition and stance, The Storyteller's heart, for some reason, longed and ached. Memories chalked off as pages in a book, the observer worried for The Divine's end finale. It wasn't too long ages ago, when bastard's child compromised of love and hope arrived at a temple begging for her a swift death to punish 'the scum of the earth' The goddess did not grant this cruel desire, but instead blessed upon them a woman by the fire The Divine had blessed her with Idril Sylvaeri The only one in the realm who could ease her worry The troubled youth would still know struggle and pain but at least from her, they knew love, warmth, and faith. Gliding in from overhead in the windowsil, a letter had planted itself in the observer's lap. They were met in a flurry of colorful disarray, apprehension growing unfolding the letter. Could this hail the end of Idril's chapter? But alas, just as promised, this was not the case. The faith once lost was rekindled with hope. Reading through the missive not as an observer but as the faithful daughter of Idril Sylvaeri, Beowulf never felt so proud to have someone so loving to exist in their world. "Idril- Haelun!" She'd cry out with joy, her eerie eyes weeping with relief. Promises kept and a heart filled with hope, Leyu called over her siblings and kids. "Children, come! Look what Haelun has done!" And her world was at peace knowing their mother was safe. 'May we prosper.' Words that would continue to resonate within her heart. Thank you Haelun.

We're ******* dying and im going to cry from being chokeholded

Two months to build while nations are still picking out where they are, all while there are several players who are in the middle of college. I am of course excited for this new map, as is everyone, but that is an insane deadline that is extremely unfair for builders. A good build takes about 3-5 months, and thats taking into consideration people have breaks from work and/or school. Two months leads to bad projects like Elvenesse's settlement rebuild (and I was the one responsible for doing the TERRAFORMING UNDER A WEEK AND GOT SICK). Elvenesse was a rushed project that only 1-3 builders from their actual build team actually worked on, and I was a late add in! That whole city is FUNCTIONALLY disorganized because it is a rushed and stressed project. If this was in June or July, it would be more understandable since it allows builders during college to spend their free time doing building. But May is the literal month people are DOING EXAMS. EXAMS And lets not forget that nation leaders also have to lead their nations through the world ending events. With the time-span that people are given, nothing is going to look good unless you steal some map or buildings from some poor artist on E-Bay or something.

The Madam’s Festival The Tides Turn (PVP Event-Festival) https://forms.gle/t69LbNCSV55g4a7B7 When: Friday, March 17th, 2023 Time: 3:30 PM EST 15 Minute wait for players to arrive Location: Amaethea (West Hub) Growing restless and sitting idle in Almaris was the young dame, a long lost heiress Rescued and fostered by Idril Sylvaeri, Was The Storyteller- a woman who grew weary Although she basked in the glory of joy Born from the love of her infant and toys The days were too peaceful and quiet for her So The Storyteller began to hunger for more… Screams, discord, and entropy galore Joy, havoc, champions, she’d adore The siren’s call had beckoned to her To compete against this peaceful weather Donning atop her neatly combed head The Storyteller wore 'The Madam’s' black hat In a letter addressed to the people and all She’d hang a series of fliers across stone walls Time would tell if any answered her call In search for a champion to stand above them all In her attempt to satiate the famine within She’d wait until the celebration begins In the festival When Tides Turn (PLACEHOLDER DRAFT UNTIL THIS IS FINISHED BECAUSE ITS 3:50 AM D:) “Come one, Come all to celebrate a Festival of Glory and Pride. Show your strength, talent, and feats to me and the people of Almaris, in a series of games hosted in the bay of Amaethea on The First Seed. The prize is glory and the chance to show who truly is the strongest of them all, but the grand prize for flawlessly winning all competitions will have a chance to get their portrait done.” OOC Information The Madam’s Festival: The Tides Turn, is a water-based PVP event featuring 3 games; Water Sumo, King of the Berg, and Water Fencing (a party-games styled obstacle course). Players who wish to participate must sign up in the link above prior to the event. Participants will be handed a color for whatever it is they signed up for (whether it's one game or maybe the entire festival). People who do not sign up will not be able to compete or are eligible to win any prizes. Did I mention prizes? Why yes, there are prizes. Winners of Water Sumo, King of the Berg, and Water Fencing have the chance to win free MS Paint from yours truly and glory (the ability to rub in everyone’s faces that you rule and they suck.). However, there is a secret prize to whoever wins a total of all three games: A flat-colored/flat-shaded bust from yours truly (1 person only). Water Sumo Participants fight against each other on a 5x5 platform over the water. The first to knock the opponent into the water is declared the winner. Winners will then compete against each other until there is one true winner. NOTES: PVP Prizes: 1st place - MS Paint 2nd place - MS Paint but shittier 3rd place - Even shittier MS Paint King of the Berg Participants fight in a free-for-all on a 8x8 domed platform over the water. Last man standing wins and becomes King of the Berg. NOTES: Prizes: 1st place - MS Paint 2nd place - MS Paint but shittier 3rd place - Even shittier MS paint Water Fencing Not to be mistaken with actual fencing, participants will compete against each other on a fence obstacle course to be the first to reach the end before a timer runs out. PVP is allowed, meaning players are free to knock each other off into the water which will automatically disqualify them from the obstacle course. NOTES: PVP Allowed 1 minute timer Prizes: 1st place - MS Paint 2nd place - MS Paint but shittier 3rd place - Even shittier MS Paint RULES: No Weapons No Armor No Alt accounts PVP Only Once you’ve been knocked from the platform you must return back to the shore’ SECRET GRAND PRIZE: Flat-colored / Flat-shaded Bust Sized Picture Only if someone wins in 1st-place for all three games (water sumo, water fencing, king of the berg)