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A missive is sent out to the various cities, by way of word and invitation. The details described a host to be, of the court sorcerer; Chevalier. Seeking to gather individuals of all walks of life, to both listen and assist.
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The nature of this gathering will be within dwarven territory. 
(How individuals choose to arrive and respond to said occurrence, is all welcomed!)
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DATE: TBA!

TASK: With aid of Faith and Sorcery, uproot Rama. So that it may be replanted, elsewhere.

When one story ends, another begins.

The sound of vials and clattering can be heard rustling around in the early hours of the morning in the sleepy pastoral settlement of Arcadia. Countless physicians and doctors wearing the armband of the once Kingdom of Londo can be seen transporting medical supplies and goods from the clinic they worked upon, whisked away to their chief medical directors manor- and then moved from there. Standing among all them, laced in gleaming white and gold vestments, a familiar figure to Arcadians can be seen directing her staff. Speaking in a calm, cold tone. Her platinum white hair refracted the sunrise off its sheen.

Quote: “Today is the dawn of a new beginning for those under my wing, those who have been by my side- learned from me and grew into wonderful followers of our practice. Together under nearly forty years of blood, sweat and tears- my friends, my companions and my coworkers have saved and rebuilt countless lives.

 Be it through the power of miracles, the use of mundane- or absolute perfection of the basics; our clinic has thrived and even grew to what it was today.

 When I had arrived after the destruction of my kingdom- Arcadia had welcomed us with open arms and compassion, taking in my people with naught much left but the clothes on the back and what the brave soldiers of Londo managed to save.

 From there I perfected the arts of Curia, learned from the progenitor of the ability Sasha Cron and using my teachings I returned in kind my love and passion to those of this sleepy settlement. 

For who can understand loss better than a kingdom built upon it? Those from all of the lost cities gracing its walkways, building back what was shattered, stolen from them.

 But as time passes on, and things age and change- so do the faces and the leadership- as those once who gave you a guiding hand step back into a well deserved retirement. Of that I cannot complain.

 What I do not accept under any circumstances is disrespect. Which leads us to today.

My dear co-workers, family and friends. We leave today not because we have grown to dislike our home, we move today because we can be better used elsewhere. Its as clear as day that we are not desired.

 Through my demotion- a position handed to me by Svengalf himself as proof of Londo and Arcadia’s companionship, to the dismissal of my adorable granddaughter, who wanted nothing more than to be a priestess at Koretheia's side. Should these be the only transgressions? I would happily put my pride to the side, for it has never been about me. But this is not the case.

Through inaction to act upon their own laws- violence breaks out under the boughs of Solais, ‘Allies’ bring in prisoners to assault Arcadians in front of the eyes of others, with no repercussions for said actions. Just angry smoldering words. 

The once regularly held town halls now hold ear to only a select few, appointed not by the people but by a select few with no council thereafter.

 I'm aware of the bureaucracy, the schedules and the constant besetting of those against my free time as I was a Queen myself. I understand the struggles and the problems that come with it. But this is unacceptable. I will not allow us to turn the other cheek and ignore this any more, for ample time has been given. Months and months in wait for a response.

 Sweet words can only go so far my dears and darlings, we won't heal Meranthe sitting idly here any longer. And for that, to those of Arcadia- my dear friends, those who had put faith in me even after discovering my past ties as a witch. I bid myself farewell and hope you hold no ill towards us, for our lives as mortals are short and there is still so much to do.

 Through the virtues of Kindness, Understanding and Respect- may Jiuweihu bless you all.

 Until I am dust, until I am in her arms once more.”

- Queen Fulumi H. Thorruhn

The panicked rustling and the clanking of chains was only drowned by the sound of waves. Two non-magi ran with all their might, rusty iron scrapping their ankles as bleeding wounds were tormented by the surging tides of sea water. They ran on, just barely able to avoid tripping over themselves, just barely able to hold their screams of pain. They avoided the sleeping swuisarme and slumbering arachator, dodging the flaring lights of the capsizing ship, fearfully looking upon the moon hoping it doesn't shine upon them.

She was surely to chase them, the past visage of her still haunting their waking reality. Cold red eyes piercing through bangs of black hair, that saw nothing of them but jigsaw puzzles to play with. At the very least, that was what happened with the rest of the crew: they became nothing more than jigsaw puzzles to be pieced together however she saw fit...

Then they saw it... atop the shore... Civilization... humans... safety... 

... surely...

"D-did we finally escape? Is she still following us?"

"There! I can hear the waves! A Light! We can finally find help!"

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"Oh Gods... someone... anyone... save us... Please... have mercy..."

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"If you are going to do something of true importance, it would behoove you--"
"Do it -perfectly-."
"Do it with such utter and complete confidence that the world itself has no choice but to give you everything you desire."
"Do not compromise. Do not accept anything less than exactly what you set out to do."
"If it is worth doing, it is worth doing it right."

"...and that is why--"

Lessenia. The nation that once hosted Nemea's children, the Faeborne, prior to their seeking refuge from its crumbling in the mid 1500s. Its ruins serve as perhaps one of the only places left in Meranthe where one might find information on the true nature of Wylden as a language-- More than the scattered bits and pieces one might find still evoked by the children of Dal'thala today.

One of those children seeks to find these ruins. She aims to follow rumors and stories of an ancient temple, a place of learning and knowledge and history. To learn what she can, in the depths of the weald, of her history, her language-- and in the hopes to find a treasure beyond compare, that lay forgotten amidst the wreckage.

A shard of a star. A crown jewel. A Chiron, forgotten by time, once a coveted treasure of a now-destroyed kingdom...

...The final piece of a puzzle she has been seeking to finish for all of her adult life.

She will find it. And she will find out who she is, and who the Faeborne once were, besides.

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Within the tranquil and beautiful city of Viritas spreads whispers on the winds. Council Woman Ghislaine Le Tonnelier is seeking aspiring magitechnicians and biotechnicians as students. Her critique is scathing, lesson plans heavy, approval not easily won, and methods aggressive. Only those with the most impressive of creativity will be considered or survive her lessons. Those with a strong resolve who seek perfection are advised to seek her out.

You...
Are an aspiring magitechnician. [artificer]
or are an aspiring biotechnician. [medic]
or perhaps even an aspiring exorcist. [holy]
understand that you are likely to end up tortured as a form of a lesson.
understand that she will probably not like you.
understand that you will be upheld to not only her standards but that of Viritas and Melos Dul Vique.
may be a new spawn or an existing character.

[This is a role hook emporium, you will not receive any mechanical benefit of starting rpl & will not be provided anything mat wise. You are expected to work to create what your dreams are with Ghislaine as a guide]
[To set up scenes please send mail to Ghislaine Le Tonnelier, approach IC, or discord@ Frozendeadghost]

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Quote:In the year 2141 AC, a ritual had taken place within Nightview's observatory.
Magi from across Meranthe came by the dozens, to lend what strength they could spare to a budding artificial star known as Regelus.
And to defend it, when an entity of the Void breached through our realm in an attempt to devour that accrued strength.

In the aftermath, numerous gems were left behind; formed of the collective feelings of those who would give part of themselves to The People's Star, and of Regelus itself, in turn.
Should you possess one - passed down through lineage or held for all these years since,
And would consider parting ways,
Write to Aricles Alline, or Nera of Nightview.

A payment of 60,000c is set aside for each.
Its purpose will be pure, as befits The People's Star.

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Following a series of failed discussions, Princess Emmeline Mugen Emeraldi of The Kingdom of Fortune, has proclaimed the intention of war.

Once in a while, the winds dwindle to dreadful stillness,
nature flourishes with colours it should not have,
and deep underground - the blood pit stirs.

~x~

...But before reaching the triumph,

The presence of those unable to respect the ideals of Her Grace is heavily scrutinized.

i may remember more things later

By default, all fights will be a Danger 0;
Higher Caps are allowed, with mutual consent.

This event will take place at (216,622), inside the Blood Pit.

The date is set to July 27, 17:30 EST.

will probably close a day before.

Friday 18th at 6PM EST. at Arcadia

Will be present a bit earlier for those who wants to talk first.