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Commissions Open As of 2/12 I will be opening commissions for music, more information will be found below. Commission Rules and Standards Commissions will be open to all users, although I retain right to deny or accept commissions as I see fit. Music is a delicate thing, and hard to simply "create," it is important to find a topic that is **INTERESTING** to be put into song. All music will be published to my YouTube and shared to you via the link; thumbnail or visuals will either be provided by you for the video or created by me (we will discuss.) As a special note, romantic music will be accepted but only if both parties agree to the concept of the music; I will not be writing angsty or weird music. While I appreciate your money, I have standards. Examples of acceptable requests are below. Nation Anthems / Anthems for Noble Houses Ballads (battles, cool exchanges, heroic deeds) Romantic Songs (see above.) Pricing Prices will vary depending on product, if the work is made completely from scratch (I.E chords, tune, words written by me) it will cost more than music which takes the chords and tune from songs in the public domain. As example below is work written and created entirely by myself, and work that was made using the tune and phrasing from a work in the public domain. Because of this, no prices will be listed here as it is not possible to give, but expect to be paying more for work written entirely from scratch and not taking tune from other songs. OOC Contact Information: IGN: Sean_VEVO / SeanVEVO2 Discord: Sean_VEVO Temporary Message: Rest easy Collationers, your mina will not be going to Radmir Montalt. (peace be upon him)
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The Battle of the Three Kingdoms A tale of Arcas, narrated by Swifty_Sam War, a common occurance on Arcas, had broken out once more. Three mighty armies rallied, baring their banners for battle. Commander Doctor Daniel began to give the men of the AIS the plan, the Orenian army exits their walls to face what they thought was just their sole enemy, the bandits of the Ruswick tower hid within the trees on the great Rubern Road- eyeing both armies like hawks ready to pounce. There was an eerie calm to the air, a silence before the chaos. Soft chirps of birds in the local forests- high up in the trees where the bandits lay waiting. The swoshing of water, the fluttering of the warm Southern wind. This peace was soon to be disturbed, as footsteps began to ring out throughout Arcas. The two largest armies known to man headed towards one another, one from the County of Rubern, and the other from the City of Oren. As both armies progressed down the road to meet at the centre point, the Ruswickian's began to circle around to gain an advantage behind the Orenian troops. Stragglers from both sides began to face off with the bandits who lay waiting for the weak, skirmishes on the outskirts of what began to be the largest scale skirmish in recent history. The AIS collided into the Orenian forces with determination, gritted teeth, and a masterful level of experience. Soon after the skirmish had begun, a clear winner was already being formulated- Orenian blood pouring onto the dirt. Ruswick, having flanked the Orenian forces, assisted in the victory just to meet their own fate when the AIS men ploughed through both Orenian and Ruswickian alike. The army of the Skull rampaged, frenzied, tore it's enemies apart until none remained. Chants, warcries from the mighty Kingdoms of the AIS rang out through the air. The Orcs of Krugmar, the humans of Morsgrad which came to be known as Norland, men of Rubern fighting for independence, and many more to note. Victory was assured, and this skirmish turned into a bloody, but successful War for this alliance.
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The Lothranian Knight A tale of Arcas, narrated by Swifty Sam Laying in the meadows, where Rubern once stood. A brave Knight, wearing chainmail and a hood. He had slain those wreathed in red, black, and yellow. Most knew this man as a controversal fellow. Hadvar Av Mitteland, first of his name. His actions dispelled, cursed, brought him to shame. For once he was a hero, a decorated leader. What once was a marriage, he no longer completes her. A downfall of heroism, his behaviour cut-throat. Where his humbleness let him down, in victory he would gloat. In the County of Lorraine, a cross over his chest. His leaders a Rabbit, he's feeling refreshed. Days of old have come and gone, now he's the one on the throne. Though dangerous information, he hadn't known. He was taken, butchered, laid to waste. A family that proved to be two-faced. Through it all, he showed great might. All hail the Lothranian Knight. War approached, Orenians in great number. His history began to seriously encumber. The hammer struck, disease and thrife. But now it's time for him to arrive. The Lothranian Knight, may return again. Will he fix what he left, the stain.
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๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ /หkler dษ หloอon/ noun a pale blue-gray or pale green color. ~} โ {~ The mid-autumn sun shone across the coastal region, painting everything in its path with gold. The ocean glittered with splendor amidst heaven's aurum rays, and below the cliffside, just barely out of reach, reflected the portrait of a remarkable duo. They sang many cheers upon that cliff, which bliss-filled harmony was soon laced with life's melancholy. "My next trial and I believe my last, is one of the most dangerous trials," Remarked the young lass with a mischievous smirk, her bone-stricken form just nearly cured of its malnourishment. "I have to face the water pressure of the deep and risk death! I'm kinda'v scared, but after today- I'm pretty excited for it." The boy, just nearly a man in his stage of development, frowned with deep concern and asked. "Why are your trials so dangerous? That worries me..." "Thalassa is the goddess of the ocean who is the taker of both man and woman. She is merciless and of fury, she has killed many...but I can't help but empathize with that." Beowulf hummed "The trials ensure we are determined and truly worthy of becoming Thalassa's priests- becoming her hands and eyes...A test of our faith towards her greatness! Hoho! One must face hellfire and brimstone to be worthy of it!" "Are you really sure you want to risk your life like this? This would make me very sad if you were to die..." Beowulf replied with a faint bob of her head as rhinstone eyes shone like stars in midst the amber light of the sun, sparkling orbs interlocked with the glittering sea. "Time is slipping under my feet faster than I can ask what's going on. You and Kera are already moving on without me...and on top of that, growing up. After discovering Thalassa and recent past events, I realised, I'm going to eventually end up alone in this world. You'll have your own friends, and so will Kera, you won't need someone like me to keep you both on your toes. You'll both have things to do and grow up without me." The boy, Echo, remained sat by his friend, speechless. "Thalassa doesn't change, and I believe- at least I'd like to think- that we can both understand each other... Even if you both leave, at least she'd still be there." "Beowulf.." Echo's voice would soften as his expression frowned with sorrow after listening to her. Looking down at his hands to find the proper words to say, he'd return his gaze to the battered girl and replied. "We won't leave you behind... I don't want to leave my friends behind, and Kera wouldn't want to either. Time is indeed not waiting for anyone, but that still isn't an excuse to risk it all. In fact, it contradicts what you stated! Leaving me and Kera will only sadden us!" ~{ Then why did you leave me alone? }~ The cerulean blue sky met with the woman's vibrant serpentine gaze. Head-filled entropy ebbed as quickly as the waves that washed against the woman's callused feet. Memories that sung symphonies of heartbreak now left behind a mind-numbing echo, to which the heart could not properly piece together. What tragic turn of events took place that left her body anchored to the sand-coated earth? Either way, she had to get up; but the mixed feelings of scorn and bereftment left her lying there on the shaded beach. What difference would it make anyway if she were swallowed whole now by the sea or if she got up and returned to her quarters? At the end of the day, no matter how much she had done through all her years of living, no matter the blood lost, no matter the countless nights spent awake working, everything all fell to ruin, loneliness and regret would come to haunt her again. How many years had she spent cooped up in her home under the plateau, lost in the past after replay through replay, so many countless memories which end's were all met with loss and misery? No matter how many times she'd try to reach out, somehow, she was always too late or lacked the necessary abilities to help. Perhaps this was her atonement in life for bearing bastard blood, but if that was the case, why did so many innocent people have to pay for it? Maybe this was life's form of a joke, and sure of it, they'd be laughing now. Still, the question presented itself, to get up or remain in solemn stagnance with the earth. To her dismay, the Storyteller rose with the tides and presumed the trek back home. The mid-autumn sun shone across the coastal region, painting everything in its path with solemn grey. The ocean was as dim as its muted greyed heavens, and below the cliffside, just barely out of reach, reflected the portrait of a single, lost soul. The world seemed dull beneath the plateau, which regrets kept hidden in dimly lit colors. To ease this mind-numbing sense of despair, the elf left a note and ran to the sea. The journey continues... Author's Note: By no means is this a PK, nor am I shelving the character or going on some mysterious hiatus. Since so much has already happened with the character both physically and mentally, I wanted to make a graduation post, or in this case, the final chapter to her book through her journey through life. The story for this storyteller of course still continues. This moment/period in her time though marks the end/death of who she once was, and the new beginning of a changed/different Beowulf/Izanami. In addition to this post, there will be a second/final rp post that also includes art, and during this time I will be working on said pieces. It was fun working on this (also tiring) but the best part was going back to the past and remembering all the great fun I had when I first started this character. I hope to have many more adventures with her. Credits ART: Me Writing: Me / Screenshots of rp that was not me Music: Claire De Lune - Debussy Migraines: Lord of the Craft Forum Site Size limitations
