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I LOVE YOU “... Like someone …?” The person asked, eyes snapping up towards him as they desperately tried to appear as though they were not hanging off of his each and every word. They listened with such intent to the slight figure before them, their mind quivering on the precipice of some tremendous truth, that the faintest drop of poison entered their perception and everything soured. Soon they found themselves listening in rapt to the memory of the words of a deceiver, and their thoughts recoiled at the theory. “If vy’re messing with me- ea need vy to tell me right now.” They found their lips breathlessly speaking, although their rationality could not appreciate the concept; he has never made a joke once in his life, I am being ridiculous. “He is being respectful, da?” Enquired the voice of the Grand Lady, sitting with the person in counsel, although she cast a threatening glance to the dagger concealed upon her hip beneath layers of coats. “AI, OF COURSE HE IS - !” They replied in despair, “He spooked me- ea-” They sighed dramatically as their muffled voice emanated from where they had concealed their face within the folds of their gown; knees raised to rest their feet on the comfortable tavern chair they were seated upon. “Mari, what am ea meant to do? Ea can’t keep avoiding him forever.” They implored of their patient cousin. The Grand Lady, for her part, hugged the recently matured person before her closer as a poorly concealed chuckle escaped her. “It can be soh very scary.” She began, gently placing her head upon the person’s own, “But if vy like him, and he likes vy …” Marian Weiss herself grew faint even as she continued to speak, for the memory drifted away from the person’s recollection. The colours of the scene grew murky and obscure, tinged layers of each object in their vision beginning to separate out as sleepy darkness encroached, ultimately enveloping their sight as though they were falling asleep once again. The boy stares at the person with founded confusion, “Eam … Niet joking.” He rightly murmurs, advancing on them but furrowing his brows in in concentration as he strains himself to focus his gaze upon their eyes. He appears to examine them for a moment before being forced to avert his gaze and look away, “Ea like vyr eyes …” He murmurs, “They … Have a comfortable warmth within them.” The person meets his gaze for a few seconds; their own eyes wide as their breath catches in their throat. They glance down to his feet as he proceeds unerringly towards them, and they step back in turn as their heart continues to thump upon their chest like a ferrum-soled boot. “That’s-” They glance about for a moment. “Vy’re-” They stutter, their breathing quickening as their mind races with anxiety. “Spas-” Beads of sweat begin to seep from their pores, even in the Haeseni winter chill with flakes of snow falling around them. “That’s- that’s real nice of vy,” As the memory flickers in their unconscious mind, they recall speaking the boy’s name, but can extract neither his name nor his face, despite being able to remember the sincerity of his gaze with precision. They remember the stumbling thud of their boots upon the snow-laden ground as they mumbled their jittery apologies and begin to retreat. With the recollection and reality of her heartbeat pounding in her ears, Elena Viorica Kortrevich awakes with a start in the midst of a wintry nocturnal disturbance. Even in the intense cold, the room’s fire withered where its hearth once blazed, perspiration again dots her forehead as she reorients herself and begins to relax. She whispers quiet reassurances and prayers, though among her consolations are the hopes that “Ea though ea had outgrown nightmares …” Once comforted, she begins to note her memory of the vivid dream shrinking away from her clear recollection, and thinks again on her resolution after discussing the matter with Marian. The rises slowly from bed and lights a lamp, careful to restrict her gentle movements to avoid waking anyone sleeping in the rooms beside her own, and fetches her miniature pocketbook and Koravian poetry volume from her effects. Her face illuminated by oiled lamplight, Elena begins to whisper rhymes and jot down the lines and stanzas of her next poem. Her efforts proceed through the hours of howling winds until the ambient light accompanying the sun’s majesty begins to bleed through the shut up windows of the poet’s bedroom. She glances up, only now noticing the sad misery of her burnt-out oil lamp, and fatigue encroaches in. She returns her exhausted gaze to the poem before her, as yet Untitled, and she glances over the brief notes she had made before the dream dissipated in her mind. With her persistent heart once again beating with insistence, she feels as though an anvil were sitting upon her heart, and only one phrase echoing through her groggy mind. Elena extends her quill forth towards the header of the poem’s page, and scrawls three simple words embodying her entire feeling and being in that moment. “I Love You” The following piece of poetry is published, in homage of I Hate You by VKML Borris Kortrevich: “I LOVE YOU” BY ELENA VIORICA KORTREVICH 509 E.S. The pain of loving you, Watching you drift away I knew, Everything between us two, Would one day be through, But oh, how I love you. My strain is no fault of yours, But all I seek is sweet assures, To supply my heart its cures, For the endless pain it endures, In service of me loving you. As I await your arrival, My beating heart enduring trial, I recall your gaze’s spirited revival, And suddenly I feel I’m going viral, Because of my love for you. Yet standing before you all naive, My voice lost; all it can achieve, A quiet utterance as I leave, Since all I can do is disbelieve, That you chance to love me? Each word you speak enters like an axe, But a boy unaware the agony he exacts, Asks just how can I make up my lacks? For all my heart does is crack, And with what worthiness can I Love You?
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"Perhaps if I had more time..." A painting of Hans' loyal canine, Cardinal It is not often that life in Almaris is taken by illness nor by age, though it seems for the lineage of Alstreim one is so lucky to die a more peaceful death. His things set aside in his now abandoned room, left for his remaining family along with a more private letter. After surviving thanium poisoning and shamanic curses for much of his life, the now grown-old Hans Lorenz von Alstreim was taken without warning. Succumbing to his ailments at last, the elder Alstreim left behind the copies of a letter that upon reading seem to have been written in frustration. Perhaps, this letter is important? It sits quietly upon the ground just outside your home, drifting in the wind across the road- all reaches of the continent with scattered copies of a final message. Whether this letter was written just before his passing or some time ago remains unclear, though his signature is left emblazoned upon the bottom, signed in clarity. ((I ask now that, out of character, you do not use the contents of this letter to start any sort of villainous roleplay nor against me oocly. I have reached a point where I do not think I could stand it, and I do not want to make life any more difficult for Meleutherius. I cannot stop you, but take my request as you will.)) If you read on, it begins: Amor etiam in morte, virtus etiam in ignavia Hans Lorenz von Alstreim @Tigergiri @Ramon @LithiumSedai @Fireheart @ScoutTheWitch
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Dear Women of the north, My name is Atil Bishop. I’m male. I’m 22. I have brown hair, hazel eyes, I’m Human and i have a beard. I weigh 66kg, I’m 5’11 almost 6 foot. I’m kind and gentle like my friends tell me. I have a beard. I have a silver hand from a fight with bandits. I enjoy killing trolls. I’m in the hra as a footman as of right now. I like reading and fighting. I like fancy clothes. I’m soon to get a house. I love to make jewelry. I like to make swords. I’m best friends with a high elf. I like gold. My best friend is in a wheelchair. I like long walks in the forest. I like whiskey and wine. My favorite flower is the rose. I like the color red. My favorite animal is a bear. I love to cook and clean. -Atil Bishop If you have any more questions ask me by sending a bird to Atil Bishop (Crow#0605) Also Fill out the Form below Name: (ign:) (discord:) Age: Gender: Hair color: Eye Color: City of birth: Favorite Animal: Favorite Flower: Would Marry:
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The Northern Commonwealth of Haense, underneath the Holy Kingdom of Oren, experienced victory on many fronts, establishing rightful human dominion over the lands. But amidst the chaotic battles against a variety of rogue imperialists, there was one exceptional faction. The hold of Nerrezza. For long had the Commonwealth been friendly to them, tolerating the various provocations they made towards the Kingdom itself and its Northern Vassals beyond the Picatoris. The naive trust from the government to the sellsword Faolains was rewarded by betrayal. Under the influence of coin, the Faolains fought their own kin and blood on the side of the Dwedmar. The Commonwealth, God willing, would swallow the slight of the Faolains no longer, classifying the Faolains as a threat to civility in the North and as race traitors who deserve NO MERCY. The pounding sounds of war-drums came as a surprise to both the people of the Commonwealth and Nerrezza, but it was generally believed it was a justifiable choice. The mercenary ways of the Faolains would be forcefully removed, their inbred greed for coin banished from rightful Orenian Lands. May they live among the Dwedmar, who are willing to pay for dishonorable support. WARCLAIM Type of Battle: Pillage Time & Date: 5PM EST, Saturday, March 14th Attacking Forces: The Northern Commonwealth + Allies Defending Forces: The Hold of Nerrezza + Allies Location and Boundaries: The Nerrezza plot in its entirety. Terms of Victory: Victory for attacking team: Loot the hold for 1 hour Victory for the defending team: If the attackers are defeated, Nerrezza cannot be war-claimed for 1 month. Rewards: To be negotiated. Rules: Server rules No team killing No fake statuses No returning to battle No meta-gaming Tnt enabled No underground fort modifications prior to this post. All additional fortifications must be on ground level or above. Starting now, no items may be moved from Vaerhold and its adjoining structures.
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