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Lovely! Just change the font to Times New Roman, remove the highlight, change the text to white and we good! EDIT : LOVELY! Good Job! All FIXED!

Thanks for being a chill dude and good friend! I will for sure miss you, anyways, goodbye! Hope you are doing well and do well.

"Female Rutherns are VAS, niet VAR." Natalya vas Ruthern, named after a different Natalya, said with an annoyed tone while sipping her tea within the Ruthern estate in the borders Holy Orenian Empire. The child, would then read the rest entire article with much interest, her eyes widen and a small grin growing on her face. Then, when the young Ruthern finished the article, she'd say to herself with a cheery tone and a full grin on her face. "But- overall! This is well written besides that error with VAR and VAS" @GoodGuyMatt

“Dammit! Well, time to become a court ska- I mean! Court ‘mage’.” Alyssa would say to her Karin with a semi serious tone while she got ready for the day, brushing her hair, brushing her teeth, and etc. As she was close with finishing the morning routine, she’d toss the notice into the fire place of her room and commented with some japing in her tone, still very serious though. “At least I won’t be in burning people Haense, Norland. Elysium, and then, not acid pit, propaganda filled Haelun’or.” With the last one, the ‘aheral would let out a loud laugh to herself before placing down a soft layer of makeup and perfumes from Providence.

Xan’s Simps 2.0? +1

“The stars are sure beautiful tonight, I wonder what they look like up close. It must be beautiful.” Alyssa commented towards herself with a humble tone while they sat on the shores of the far west. The ‘aheral questioned many things but only one thought stood out from the rest in her empty skull. Can one touch the stars or will they burn trying?

“Oh woe me, I am such a stupid magi who knows not the danger of the void!” Alyssa comments towards herself while having a joking manner and taking a sip from their wine glass filled with Pruvian Port within the safety of her home. The ‘aheral was not annoyed or enraged at this article at all, but simply, amused.

Maria Ashes would be in her room, brushing her hair softly on the seat in front vanity. Then, the woman had gotten news of the mighty Antonyus Horen. The young girl would then smile and simply comment towards the young maid whom told her of the news. "This is an epic moment, indeed." After her comment with the cheery tone she spoke with, they would then go back to brushing her hair in front of the mirror of her vanity within the de Savin estate.

You could maybe try to play or make some big bad evil dude who wants to destroy the world or whatever. Maybe try some dark magic? I wouldn't know who to suggest or whatever for those special magics or whatever but like. More vilians are needed. Or maybe make some merchant man. Those are nice.

The Seregon's Sorrow Music : Around the descendant cities, on tavern boards to walls in the alleys, they would be paper pinned to the walls and boards, the paper saying if read. Greetings all who come upon the rant, my pen which shall speak of how my heart is filled with wrath for all who walk upon the world, the ones who push forward for more blood. The dwarves have lost their minds thinking the Azdrazi reside near Providence. They truly need to read the room and realize that Azdrazi exists everywhere. Not just in one place. Additionally, the recent attack on Elysium is brutal, it is not some just cause to act like gods. The one who acts like gods, who think they can make people shall be crushed by a blade of justice in the future, shall it be the death of one of their kin or them dying a brutal death by a horrid illness. I condemn the Orenian leaders for doing such a horrible crime, allowing a whole city to starve. I also condemn the Norlandic people for so quickly declaring war without a thought of what might come, blood is not a solution to a problem. As an ‘aheral, I have always been taught that all others are leasers, the ‘aheral are supreme. I come to think this every day, I wish not to as all descendants are beautiful, not all but, all should be given compassion and mercy. Was the pain of so many mothers and children from the past, not an omen of why war brings nothing but deviation. Will any of you learn that we must not kill each other so much as we all are descendants. Were the battles in Arcas to protect each other from the Inferni invasion not enough to tell that we need each other? How right some might be that we are selfish. So I plead that this war ends soon. I am a simple nobody, a crystal in the sand, a spec. But I still feel a push that I have to say something and cannot stay silent. Additionally, both the Duke and Liluth, are not truly them I think, declaring so easily that they surrender. At this point, how could I trust what the Orenians say? They burnt a whole field of crops to make the Norlandic people starve. These two did a sacrifice by me thinks, surrendering- to protect their own. Unlike their Orenian kin who do not care about the children or mothers. Their god is fake, all of your gods are fake. As we all return to death in the end. I do not deny the existence of any sort of deity, but I do deny it is valid to murder each other for that reason because someone tells you to do it. After all, you warmongers will never learn. That once someone dies, they will never come back and they will be punished for the deaths that are committed during this war of men and women with power. As you all act like gods, the people suffer under your iron fists. You might think your cause is valid but is truly invalid if someone has to die for that cause. I was blinded for a second when I saw a certain Corbin Wick, heard of the crimes he committed. But I was then stopped by him, hearing his side of what he had done. I was moved as I knew that what he said could have happened, so- I didn't attack him. Hanseti lords, call me a heretic if you want, but you're also in a horrible warmonger boat for wanting to burn a woman alive then imprisoning me and a friend for trying to stop it then killing her so be quiet. But yes, if only we could strive for diplomacy- but no. You leaders wish to act like- Gods. If we act blinded more and more by wrath, how could we ever band together if something like another invasion happens? We will be weak and defenseless as we fight each other. Why do we have to fight each other? Why must we make each other scream and cry more and more for causes of nothing- just going back to death once more for some useless causes. At the Bottom of this notice it would have a signature with some additional words- Sincerely with much hatred, sorrow, and sadness to my fellow Descendants of Alamaris, Alyssa Seregon.

I really like this idea for the clerics because I would think the clerics would be all happy sunshine and rainbows but how your written it is beautiful as it seems clericalism is way more strict then the path for that good ole high elf purity. Kinda seems like Clerics would live sucky lives to be honest- and I like that idea. Cause to be honest in a situation of someone following a god of purity or whatever, they would most likely be super unforgiving and with strict rules or whatever. (I dunno it is just beautiful love it here you get that good green plus one! +1)

Axelu one of the many best players of lotc - Silky

Alyssa would look at the letter with slightly widen eyes of shock and horror- then quickly without a single thought the Seregon would throw the notice into the flames, watching the letter burn into the roaring flames for a couple minutes until commenting with a stern tone. "Hell. No. I will NOT- get any demonic shat! No thanks!" After the 'aheral's comment with her stoic expression, she would grab the tea cup in front of her and silently sip it and looking into the beautiful ocean view within the gardens of her home.

Mariana Lucreiza di Montelliano greets her distant cousin within the Seven Skies with a tight embrace and a soft and warm smile with the infamous Nicoletta of Alstion, the coal haired woman simply letting out a soft breath of reassurance and kindness. Finally, the lone woman, was less loner then before.

"Mind your own business young 'aheral." Alyssa shouted towards the Eli'bar'acal with an annoyed tone, letting out a loud sigh as she would walk off of the beach and back to the estate which she lived in. "Can I not simply rant and wash my clothing peacefully- children like you. So silly. So Foolish. " The 'aheral said while walking off, before being gone from the area where the young teen jump scared her and back at the safety of her home.

Alyssa would turn to the Elibar'acal with a raised brow. "Child, why are you stalking me in this empty beach? please leave, know what. I will instead." Would pick up her umbrella, blanket, and rest of her beach items to walk off and washing bucket with the clothing still inside of the bucket! Muttering under her breath in a low tone with a very confused and slightly annoyed tone and facial expression "Crazy Teenagers, am I right?" Leaving the empty beach with the stalking Elibar'acal behind her, the Seregon feeling slight fear after this incident.

"This is a funny joke. Anyways. Back to my heathen tactics and my attempts of seduction on men's hearts to make them corrupt and evil." Alyssa would say with a sarcastic tone and small grin while speaking with her mother, Dele Seregon, within the walls of the small house her mother bought in the wintry capital of Haense- the city Karosgrad. After this, she would go over towards the fireplace and toss the notice into the flames, the 'aheral's grin only grew more after it was fully burnt, then walked back to the table to go on with drinking tea with her mother. In the far east- a certain Lady Seneschal of the Augustine Court threw the paper into the trash right after getting it from a young and frail maid with much haste and speed- saying to the maid who gave the weird notice to her. "Humanism does not mean kill all elves- stupid men." After Madame von Braun's annoyed comment with her very annoyed expression, she would order the maid to leave the office in a calm and nice tone. Then after doing so, she would waddle back to her desk with her cane to start doing the paper work, ordered by the governess and princess imperial for the social season coming up. @Demented_Delila

My Brain Seeing Ths :

"Nice job Haelun'or! After losing all fairness in a republic! You now pissed off a warmongering nation of warriors, you guys need a medal for making a huge mistake!" Alyssa commented with a wide grin, letting out a wide laugh before going back to washing her clothing near the salty waters of Sutica. As the 'aheral washed her clothing-she would then sigh, her expression showed sadness and sorrow as she would then comment "My home really went downhill, maybe it was always corrupt from the start."

Oh . . . Yikes- that emote. Uhm- Yeah that is a big . . . Yikes . . . Emotes like that, shouldn’t be so simple. It seems a bit low effort roleplay when to you think about it, mainly on the subject on doing spells and such.

"I am so tempted to such a thing which might come false and shall only lower my hopes for all things I want in my life- but if I shall waste time with something as this, it will be my mistake and mine only. Hopefully I shall not be foolish to seek their services." A young 'aheral would say to herself with an interested but worrisome tone, Alyssa would then rush towards her desk within the safety of her quarters to write a letter to the soothsayer of Elvenesse with a swift manner. After the Seregon had finished wiriting her message, she would scroll up the paper and seal it with the Seregon Crest. Then, once the woman had finished preparing the send-off, she would walk outside of the estate to call her raven, tie the scroll to the bird's talon and finally sent it off to the wise-woman.

"Guess Haelun'or is back to their manipulative tactics again! What fake people behind masks of kindness." Alyssa commented with an annoyed and angry tone, far away from the land of the mali'thill - seemingly not welcome as she does not live in their city. The 'aheral would simply sigh - before throwing the paper into the flames of her home, going towards her room cozy room before taking a long and deep slumber on her sheets. The Seregon dreams of not being in Haelun'or and being in the Korvassan beaches within Arcas- having a nice glass of lemonade to her left and a huge umbrella, covering her from the sun.

"MAMEJ! PAPEJ!" A scream would be heard from the halls of the Ruthern estate- "What is an A N N U L M E N T ?" The small and plump Natalya vas Ruthern asked while running up to her parents, having a bright smile, a cheery tone, and large bag filled with chocolate bars- She would ask this daring question, after, seeing the word on the title of a notice, the notice being on the kitchen's counter where she was stealing bars of chocolate from the shelves.