TheCapybara

Vhaela of House Aeramor would smile at the sight of new land.

I am so proud to be apart of this cute and amazing project! Let’a go pride!

The sickly sick ill'ridden Carolicz woman is sick and sad. But is proud of her friend showcasing his research for such vile creatures. The young woman of Petra also hopes her many friends are safe and well.

@MunaZaldrizoti you are so brave for speaking out about this and I have nothing but complete support for you. Sending good energy and love. Don't stop speaking. Do not let people put you down. Keep on standing proudly and speak the truth. As no person should ever have to experience this type of pain for so long and stay silent. Ignore those who are trying to dismiss your pain. Because your feelings are fully valid and should not be shut down. I also send my love, good energy, and support, to all who where effected by the behaviors of these people. Anyone else who might be staying silent for the fear of being attacked, remember, you are loved and your feelings are always valid. If you are planning to also speak out like Muna, I also fully support you. Remember everyone, to spread love and support those who have experienced these type of things. It is never okay to be attacked because of your identity and it is never okay to speak about harming another human being in the type of way shown in this form or joke about it. I want to say before finishing off, to the people who have experienced this, once more I remind. Your feelings are valid, your pain shouldn't have happened in the first place, and I fully support you and people love you.

"Briar's relative was harmed in such a way? I must check on her! How could such a bastard do such? Briar must be devastated at how her own blood and flesh was dishonored in such a way." The Tiber expressed before planning a trip to the Barrowlands to console her friend in these hard times. The young teen packing as many treats and fruits for her friend's pet raccoon. Looking towards the night sky while making a sigh; unable to comprehend how a man would cause so much anguish for so many people.

Even we don't talk as much anymore. I want to thank @TwistedFries and @TheHeftyDonutfor guiding me through the server in my first months. You two are amazing and thank you both. ❤️ You two are amazing and only hope the best for you both.

"This is surely a twist." The young Lady Blackford expressed to her brothers and sisters.

An orphaned Blackford looks at the massive and quickly disposes it. Throwing the piece of paper into the fireplace of her family's estate. "So the 'almighty' Johannians can be unholy and make flaws? I am not surprised. This man is a stain, all bastards are a stain, needing to prove themselves to gain forgiveness from God for their parents sin." Helen expressed while drinking her orange juice, as she was only eight years old.

"Was it not the Archduke who was the one making the decision against the valah church? Seems ironic he is now helping the kind people of Petra; even when their duke was against them. I think it is to be believed that this priest man has no authority within the church and only is doing this to gain his own power within a micronation!" The young Athri'onn expressed to some of his friends within the capital of Celia'nor, drinking his tea in tranquility while the soft and warm wind blew upon him.

"How unfortunate, a man's insecurity and own personal matters leads to treason and war. I shall hope the Archduchesses the best. No woman nor man should face such calamity." The Celia'norian noble expressed while sipping his tea, his violet gaze faced towards the ocean.

"I think gays are cool." Naerys Athri'onn expresses softly while spilling the tea with his friends, the 'aheral throwing the article behind his back after reading through it. The Athri'onn then peered towards his many friends with his violet eyes, shaking his head. "These people are so obsessed about people who dislike the opposite gender."

Write what you want my dude. No one is stopping you. Just because of a few form gremlins, which are insulting, doesn't mean don't write the lore. Simply shows there is always a majority who just criticize and doesn't actually write up a helpful and constructive critique. Note/Edit : This is to address the people who are just insulting the dude instead of giving a proper critique. Isn't cool to vibe such a negative vibe.

"So must we bow to this man then? He left his people and now seeks out respect? Please, I shall not bow to a man who does not bow to god or acknowledge how he ran away with his tail between his legs." Eleanore von Wexler expressed in an annoyed to her maids while she was dressed in her mourning gown. The woman looking at the crystal clear mirror; she saw herself in a plain and simple black gown, looking back at the cabinet which once held her beautifully tailored wedding gown. Lady von Wexler would then let out a prayer, holding onto the Lorraine cross, shutting her eyes closed. Dismissing her maids before falling onto her bed, her grey eyes looking up towards the celling; her hand extending up. "My dearest friend Philip, what shall I do? I Pray for your strength my good friend. War approaches; blood is to be spilt."

“What a foolish choice this man to do. He gives up something which his family has worked and kept for decades. I wonder how Phil thinks about this. Most likely annoyed as I- Well, I hope he is annoyed as I am.” Eleanore said aloud within her room, thinking of her betrothed Lord de Cantal, while the maids behind her combed her hair and assisted her with her nightly routine. The woman glancing towards her wedding gown with a small smile. Her gown, hung by a silver hanger inside of a closet; covered with carvings depicting the union of the Exalted Horen and his wife, Saint Julia. Mother of Mankind. As the maids finished, she would walk to her bed, sneak into the sheets and warmth of the blankets. Falling asleep.

"How tragic... my... husband? Romantic partner to be? Oh! Betrothed! We must assist the young father and the man whom you call your friend! I have already asked to tutor for the child, perhaps you can do the same?" Lady von Wexler conveyed to the Lord de Cantal while they planned their wedding with a depressed but determined as expressed by face while looking towards her betrothed; the pair sitting within the lively Velen dinning hall.

Because of Sabrina Halcourt, Novellens in Balian through the queen. Being their RP great great grandmother. Even though I didn't actively play Sabrina a lot; her kids had a lot of kids. Made broods of children.

The Prayer Thoughts Of An Aaunian Written and printed by Eleanore Wilhelmine von Wexler 2oth of Snow’s Maiden, 1895 The Dame of Artois by Heloise Therese; 1824 What would God think when seeing two lords like this? A Baron and a King fighting and accusing each other of unholy actions against the church and his very will? I implore my King and the Baron of Acre to stop these accusations. If there are any true actions which are unholy and suspicious; seek out the assistance of the church. As only the authority is the church and god himself; they may deem things unholy or something which is demonic and villainous. Being the enforcer, judge, and executioner. I implore both the King of Aaun and the Baron of Acre to simply focus upon their conflicts, which moves upon my next subject. I beg that both lords and lords under my liege the King recognize the innocents which shall be pulled onto this conflict. I ask that both sides pray to God for forgiveness. Even I shall do this; even when I will be pulled to fight fellow men of God for my King; I still fear the wrath of god for murdering a fellow man upon the bases to fight for land. Never was this a conflict of faith but a political one. I do not pray for the death of the Baron or anyone within Acre even when they are my enemies. As in the end we are all creations of God. Even when we express our passion for our faith; human greed still runs through our veins. The need to get power; to have fame and wealth is a known fact about our kind. Humanity passionate for our love of god and our own; forever corrupted by this eternal sin. So hear my prayer through these words. I pray for the souls of myself and fellow Aaunians fighting the Acreans. I pray for the souls of the Acreans fighting my fellow Aaunian men and women. As we shall all be murders in the end. Ending lives for the will of our lieges. My heart burns for Aaun, but more for the well being of my fellow humans. My heart weeps for the thought of ending another life so I may please my king and follow his will. I know this shall be the same thought of every person who is dragged to fight for their lieges. Even when blood shall be spilt upon the soil of the old regime; I hope for a day when both of our peoples shall be able to move on from this conflict and become unified through our faith. Even when the hound shall meet the dragon; both shall bleed and weep. For the passion of their hopes and dreams in this world. I pray for us all. GOD BLESS, Lady von Wexler Eleanore Wilhelmine von Wexler

"Gott; how shall you respond to this? The horns of war is blown and you speak nothing. I shall do something though. I shall tempt to bring some sense of peace for the innocence of these two lands within the Heartlands which I call home." Lady Wexler commented alone while she rides her steed to the Noble Realms, seeking a place for a moment to pray. Being stuck between Aaun, Acre, and Haense. The Waldenian maiden goes at high speeds as her mount crosses mountains and rivers. Having a determined but stoic expression.

"MEIN GOTT!" Eleanore would exclaim with shock "This is AMAZING! I HAVE TO PRAISE HIM!" She'd shout whole sharing the book with her brother.

A bardic Athri'onn with a passion of the arts. Plans a trip to the Kingdom hidden within the sands of the south.

"The dragons of black shall Battle the sheep of Acre. Dragons have no fear of the sheep and rats who poison our Kingdom. Their fields shall turn barren from fire and blood." Eleanore von Wexler expressed with a stern tone while passionately assisting the citizens of the realm; to build defenses for the coming war with the Acreans. Looking towards the setting sun while she worked, having faith in her god and in her king.

I had a dark elf who I had in Krugmar for a bit. Found out the magics, language and other things were just gatekept. In the sense of you can only do anything that is an orc thing if you play an orc. You could say well dwarves keep runesmithing to themselves. Well it makes sense. It's to their gods. But with the spiritual stuff it is more of a dark elf and orc thingy. Shouldn't exclude others but. It's very limiting. As well the entire idea of an orc is boring. Yay! Time to klomp my days to an early grave! Also. The way you have to become an honorary to speak blah without getting klompthed to death is a factor which could make players not totally on board with orc stuff overall. Cause the thing with elves and dwarves is that you can speak those languages and don't have to become an honorary and get klomped to death. Td;lr - If you want to do the fun stuff surrounding orcs and you don't play one. You cannot. And the ways you can play an orc is extremely limited considering the culture for orcs. Also @Panashea is amazing and actually made it really interesting for my time in Krugmar.