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The Falling of A Blue Salvia _____________________________________________ The 18th of the Amber Cold As the Blue Salvia Flower falls, a story would be shown as to Meira Kervallen-Elmwood's true colors. *A flashback through her life unfolds before her eyes from start to finish as if she would be no more.* Meira had a struggle for her life going on adventures, going places, seeing things, having fun, and doing some pranks as a child. Growing up in a happy family, she was shown her true, colors for the first time as a child. "I see pink! Pink is all I see mat'er! 'nd a little bit of blue too!" Her mother turns to her after performing some sort of a spell and asks "W'at do ye' see now?" Meira's mother questioned Meira. "I... I don't know w'at t'ese colors are." She'd reply to her mother. Her mother then pointed to each color and told her each color until it was time to go out and about, the spell went away and all she saw, was pink again. She went on with her life as she saw it in her normal state, but sadly never saw purple as a colorful color. She grew up in her life fighting for her home and friends. Friendship was the only thing that meant anything to her to those who knew her well. She had a bow custom-made to her. She bought it from the man not knowing who the individual was officially. And to this day always brought it, and never missed a single shot when wielding the bow as her main weapon. She was a proud archer, fighting for her pride, fighting for what she thought was right, fighting for what she believed in. She was the best among all those wielding a bow. However, things changed a lot when she followed her mother's dream. She took over Ravenmire, to follow her mother's belief and try to bring pride onto the lands to make things enjoyable. Always was happy, always working around, and was always busy but able to help those in need. She needed help choosing who to help her as her delegation. Though who better to go to than her friends, including the one who made her, her primary weapon. At that point, things kicked off fast and everything went to plan as she then ventured on making more and more friends. She made friends across the lands far and wide, though she was always able to make time shooting with her favorite bow. Before leaving for good, she was able to shoot her arrow once more at target ranges and moving animals. Though something, took her by surprise, causing her to fall limp in a pool of her very own red ichor that had poured out of her. Her amber-colored eyes shutting as she was passing knowing her time had come and now onto her new adventure. Now seeing her fellow fallen friends, as she entered into the land of the fallen, she would show each and every one of them a smile from ear to ear, as she had always shown to nearly everyone. The background being in her favorite color, cotton candy pink, with her blue outline popping out in the background. Down came what appeared to be a rain of blue Salvia flowers as she looked about. She heads further into the fallen pink lands, and turns around offering a gentle hand to the next person to join her, saying "Trust me, it will be okay!" in her cheery way with a smile to them... whoever it might be. Then continue forth to an edge and fall to be among the flowers of that she truly adored in life in all of their true colors. _____________________________________________ In Ravenmire, her will would be sent out to her family and friends by a raven as a symbol it is from Ravenmire. ((OOC: Only those who are pinged or named or a part of ther group/family is part of can read those sections of the will.)) To Bo Rostova @moosehunter123@Aces__1, To Hacket Hemoss @Hacket, To Kelton Thorne @RedResult, To The Rex of The IronHorde, Klog'Akaal @LobsterLarry, To Vlachia @chaotikal, To The Kervallen Family Far and Wide, @KaptainScarlet@ECS1999@Lmcfc@Snow1770 To The Valiant Seekers @Roguechaotic, To The Entirety of Rhosmark @mojanghunter, _____________________________________________ Now everything below this message is OOC. This is just my goodbye from LoTC entirely. I'd like to thank everyone that I have roleplayed with and around and even those I have talked to only in ooc manners. I enjoyed the roleplays I have encountered, the ones on stream and off streams. Unfortunately, I realized I cannot stream LOTC very well, and streaming is what I wish to do. I will admit, I have gone through the good times and the hard times on this server, but with every beginning, is an end. To all those I have wronged, I am deeply sorry that I have wronged you in any way shape, or form. This is my goodbye from lotc, honor is honor and I wish this gets passed around, hold your honor above everything else, this is just a game to be fair. Who knows, maybe I will come back in the future to have fun, if I have lost all motivation in my future or something exciting is happening. I stress this part heavily though, do not be afraid to be perma-killed, sure you lose items you gained on the persona, but your persona's legacy still lives on to those you interacted with. Do not be the 15 thousand death warrior NL that never perma-kills, takes all the fun out of roleplay. We all want enjoyable roleplay, so make it more enjoyable, make it better than what it is right now. I believe that you all can do it. Speacial shoutout and respect to all you fellow military veterans, active duty, guard, and reservists (Yes Space Force and Coast Guard counts lol), y'all are the real ones, and glad to call you a brother, sister, and everything around. HUA - Heard, Understood, Acknowledged, and I hope every day you all come home safe and enjoy life as it is tough. With all that said, for the last time, peace out, stay safe, and have a great time on lotc!

The sun was falling and the stars would start to appear as the darkness spread over the sky. The moonlight lit up the beach for the two figures to stroll through the cold sand, following the timeless tides. A 'ker and an 'ame that have known each other for some decades, known by her name, Farren Orchaedia, and his, Anessén Ka'uhane. The exhausted and scared 'ame would try his best to hold a warm smile for her, she still was the love of his life, even though the last few days in their paths were not one of togetherness anymore. In these daring times, Anessén chose not to wear his armor but instead his known green robes, the feathers tucked over his hair would sway gently with the caress of the kind wind. The ‘ker, unlike her usual demeanor, was less energetic but still found a way to walk by her love. Her hair all tied up and her clothes being the usual white silk dress which gave off a sort of glow as the moon shone down onto her sad form. As they let their feet slowly step around, they would laugh while enjoying stories they shared. Their gazes wander through the sky or the ocean, every now and then landing on each other. A lovely night for them, a night they have not shared for a long time. Anessén would turn to her "you know…i cant get you out of my head...i try to walk away and yet i find myself with you again...i scream over my lungs and still i want to forgive you…" he will say melodically, almost as if reciting a poem. Stopping while his gaze was now on her and letting his feet dig into the sand. Farren turned to him, her eyes wide as always when her heart felt touched or she was surprised, and this was one of the rare few times it meant both. She reached out and took his hands, bringing them up to her lips to kiss them before looking back at him. Her eyes locked onto his as she spoke. “You have been wounded, beaten, and crushed by so many. You have been pushed to the ground and told to give up but you never did. I love you so much for that.” The ‘ker went up, pulling him to her into a loose hug. Anessén will smirk as her lips pressed over his hand, adding "For some time I lost my path, my reason to keep fighting...but you gave me that Farren. You gave me a home to come back to, children to watch them grow and love to fight for...i love you for being with me always, for being with me when everyone looked at me with disgust…" his arms wrapping around her while he melt into the hug, soon pushing her back so he could see her. "I'm sorry I let our paths divide...I just was going through a rough time…" A soft smile grew on her face. “You were never brought away from our path, merely given an odd road.” All of her pain and sadness left as he held her. All of her guilt and lack of self belief fled as he held her. They were bliss. A couple whose seemingly broken stories ended up in the same, beautiful book. They were the most powerful thing of all. Together. The smirk of the 'ame would grow into a smile as he slides his hands to her cheeks, leaning forward to lay his forehead on hers. His eyes closing while their noses rub together. All his pain and doubt, all his sadness and burden lifted while feeling her touch and listening to her words. “The amount of times I have seen others rush to you saying nothing but hatred and rage is past count. I wouldn’t be able to continue on my own if I received such words every single day.” She looked up to him, her smile at its fullest. “And yet here you are living despite it all.” The ‘ker looked proud. Not of the elf in front of her, but of the elf he had shown her. The one who taught her of the forest and raised children with her. The one who cared and nurtured her as much as she did for him. Farren inhaled taking in the senses and sounds around her. The feeling of his body against her and her feet in the sand. The sound of the water going in and out, the chatting in the city, and the distant noise of the animals in the forest. The smell of his own and the smell of salt. And even the soft glow from her ring, carved to be a mixture of eagle’s feathers and dragon’s scales. All of this as she reached up to kiss him, everything in that moment, that pure moment, made her happy to be alive. Suddenly, the 'ame's ears would flicker just when their lips were about to meet. Leaning back his gaze would dash through the tree line as he gently starts to guide Farren behind him. His jaw tensing and his right hand reaching towards his tomahawk, while guiding her with the left arm. As special as the night was, a figure appeared stalking them. Hidden below the shadows of the trees, the figure would stay unrecognized. But soon the wind would carry the sound of a string being pulled back, followed by the sound of an arrow cutting through the air. Anessén would pull Farren to be behind him as he tosses the tomahawk to the figure. A smirk forming on his face once he hears the yelp after the sound of the blade nailing, the life of the creature ending. But the smirk would soon fade away when he suddenly coughed blood, letting his gaze fall to the feathered end of an arrow, with the arrowhead that was aimed towards Farren, instead pierced into Anessén's chest. Hearing the sound of the arrow, the ‘ker did her best to move away, trying to pull Anessen back with her to no avail. However, once she heard the shriek of pain from the stranger she sighed, yet something felt off as she looked to Anessén. The 'ame would turn for her to see the arrow that was nailed onto his heart. Coughing blood already as he found it hard to keep himself standing. With time, the stain of blood spreaded over his green robes while his skin became pale. His breathing getting shaky and pain would lay on his expression. For a moment, Farren felt as if time had stopped. She saw his smile fade away but thought nothing of it until he started to cough . “Anessén..” The ‘ker took a step forward, gently grabbing his arm and turning him to her, the arrow sticking in the dead center of his chest. “Anessén!” She screamed as she went to him, not sure to leave the arrow in or pull it out knowing it would make his wound worse. As her hands reached his arms, he would fall to his knees. "Ullran…" the 'ame would curse in elvish as he felt the life sliding out of his body with each second "Farren…." he would call her. As calm as he seemed, fear started to storm into his eyes, not being able to stop such emotion as thoughts of their children, of their family and of her flashed through his eyes. Finally, the memories he lost long ago would return to his mind. "Farren…" would repeat as his left hand slided for his fingers to lay around the wound. “Anessén, it’s gonna be okay..I’ll..i’ll..” The ‘ker struggled with what to do, everything she had practiced and remembered seemed to disappear from her head as she tried to help him. “I don’t know what to do...” She looked into his eyes, unlike his which were just beginning to be filled with fear, hers seemed to be filled with terror and panic. Part of her even started to shake as he saw her in true pain from seeing him shot. "Farren...it's ayla, it's...ayla" he will whisper as he pulls his hand out of the wound to lay it on hers. His own blood dripping on her fingers while he holds her. His eyes closing briefly before he looked up to her to meet the panic and terror her gaze carried. "I wish I knew the words to make you feel better, but I don't…." he whispers as he smirks, giving her the same words he shared when they first met in the boat. His movements grow weaker as his expression softens, seeming to be exhausted. She began to break down at his words, two months total she had spent caring for him and nursing him back to health. And now, in his final hours of life he remembers everything of her. Over her life Farren had lost friends, family, children, and now her love to her greatest fear and worst enemy, death. Tears began to roll down her face as she did what she could, trying to hold him up and whispering soft nothings hoping to keep him awake. “Please, Anessén, don’t leave me...” A lump formed in her throat as she paused, her eyes now red from the tears. “I’ve lost Kalon, my mother, and Maglure but I cannot lose you as well.” She sounded desperate. Held by her arms as blood seemed to drip even more. His breaths now almost non-existent as he whispers "Death...is a gift Farren, after all the pain...i embrace this, even though my heart breaks to leave you alone…" He would look up to her and smile weakly "My love for you Farren Orchaedia...is as endless as the ocean and as timeless as the tides...i love you" his eyes would close once more and his grip on her hand felt softer. For once, Farren finally felt powerless. Yet strangely enough, part of her somehow knew of this. Gently, she pulled him to her so she could embrace him, her beating heart against his dying one was faster and more frantic. She lifted her head skywards, looking at the stars as her love faded away. “I don’t know who I would be without you, or where I would be if we hadn't met.” She looked back down and cupped his face, bringing him up so she could kiss him. “But thank you for everything, through the good, the bad and the ugly. I am so happy to call you my Mayilun.” With the caress of the wind and the brush of the water over the cold sand, with the countless stars filling the darkness of the sky. With the warmth of Farren's embrace and her rhythmical heartbeat, Anessén would slightly open his lips as they kissed one last time, giving his last breath while the spark of the life that once burned inside him finally died. His hand sliding out of her touch to fall to a side as he becomes one of the silent and sure sentinels that keep watch in the night. Farren looked past his body and to the water ahead. Everything seemed so odd now. It was all the same yet her love was lying dead in her arms. She knew not of when she would see him again, and she knew not of what she would do after this, but part of her took a deep breath in and began to softly speak. "...They said you were the crooked kind...and that you'd never have no worth...but you were always gold to me" She paused and took another breath. Every word piling up like a weight on her chest. “And back when we had met..we swore we knew the future...and our words would take us half way ‘cross the world..But I never left this town, and we never saw the world and we never crossed the sea..” Everything seemed to pause again. The stars lit up everything around them and the wind brushed against her body, yet now she started to sing. Her voice growing louder yet more private than before. “But I am fine, with where I am now..this home is home and all that I need. But for you this place brings shame…and you can blame me when there’s no one left to blame...oh I won’t mind.” On the final note, her voice cracked, like a piano finally stripped of its chords. A dreadful noise yes, but one that was able to convey so much emotion with just a few simple sounds as she pulled him closer. Stars had always been in Farren’s life. Always overhead and always by her side as she went on to take the day. But never did she think they’d be with her the most as Anessén left this world. In a way free, but still she knew his journey didn’t end here, not even close. But that didn’t change things as her breath returned to a normal pace and her eyes finally stopped crying, knowing Anessén was now up within the stars watching and guarding her, ready to guide her through her path. Now the figures were laying over the cold sand, listening to the ocean’s rhyme and feeling the wind caress. The stars over their heads seem to shine brighter and the moon for once, illuminating all that it could reach. The ‘ame came to this world, lived in this world and left this world always by the ocean… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqc2uOunPdA

i went to join the server when i had a lot more free time, and i've not even been able to log on once since then- i've just been too busy! i'm hoping to make enough posts to allow my account name to be changed so i can make it clear i'm not active. hopefully responding to your own thread counts as a post? gosh i hope so. i really don't want to clog up the forums just to change my ding dang name. for example. hopefully this is post 3? please god let this be post 3. gods above let it count as post 3 (it wasnt post 3 and im gonna scream) okay maybe i'll just. send my character info into the art section to fill out the posts and allow someone else to take it

Eoghan would take one last look out onto the ocean, a warm summer's sunset lit the water with a orange gold tint, some would say it was rather beautiful, a lovely day to pass on to the next realm. With a final whistle, an elegant falcon would come to his arm "Hello girl" he’d say with a tearfully happy tone "I’m not gonna be around to send anymore messages ok?" he’d say the bird nuzzling into his hand "One last round okay?" he’d say in an uplifting tone He would send off the falcon with one last round of messages he’d write for the afternoon, so that everyone was notified. After a few minutes pass, the bird returns, nuzzling one last time into his hand. "For one last time my closest companion,” he’d then send the bird off one last time to stay at her new home. He would kiss one last goodbye to the realm of new, remembering the realm of old, where so many had passed before him "I’m coming home now," he’d say, remembering he’d be with them again soon. He’d await his love for when she finally crossed over to there, and they would be together once more. ((I've had this character since i started in LOTC several years ago, and i've had an absolute blast on him, met a vast majority of my best friends and my love on this character, so though this is very sad day, and many tears were shed, its time to finally let him go. I will be returning with a fresh new character in the couple days after this post, looking forward to making all new memories and friends on my new adventures)) ((Its over isn't it?, isn't it, isn't it over! For Eoghan it is, but his spirit lives on in those he knew and loved))