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    Areille laughed in response to his rapid questioning. The small circle of people who all had a hand in raising her knew of her blindness but did not treat her like some delicate doll that needed to be locked away where no one else could see her. Her parents took their jobs seriously; Areille was taught to do everything a child would do, like play, read, write, sing, dance, and all those other things children do. In truth, the only difference was she had to do the same things differently.
    As an heir to the throne, she was also crafted into a leader. It was easy to fool the men and women in the political pool, circling her with blood-lust. They mistook her blindness as a weakness, something they have tried again and again to exploit.
    "I am blind, Skacharm." Letting his hand go, she turned to face him. "I've no idea what color your hair is, and even if you told me I wouldn't have a clue. I don't know what your eyes look like, and I'm ignorant of how your smile or frown shapes your face."
    She would like to know about colors and shapes and so forth. "I just know the outline, you see." She took a bold step forward and reached up, so her fingers swept up the edge of his tapered ear. Not knowing their height difference off the bat, the woman had to suddenly stand on the tip of her toes to satisfy her curiosity. "Hm, your ears aren't as pointed." Her disappointment palpable, the woman steps away from Skacharm before continuing her previous explanation.
    "I know your scent, I can recognize your cadence, and if I concentrate hard enough, I can hear the rhythm of your heart. I'm blind, that's for certain, but I'm not completely inept." Pressing the palm of her hand against his chest, her fingers spread across the curve of his frame. "I can hear your breathing. I may not know how you look, Skacharm; I do know you in other ways."
    Their conversation would be interrupted, no matter how she wishes to maneuver away from the outside world. The howls of wolves and the slashing of beasties can't go unheard, not when there are many lives at risk. Skacharm has brought them here, promising them riches. Thus it is his duty to fight alongside his crew. Of course, Areille will be there at his side - there is no battle too big or too small to keep her away.
    "We should get out of here, Skacharm. I don't think our party is in the safest hands right now, with you gone."
    "Distant, like any good mother ought to be - I assume." Rohini acknowledged the golem with a delicate smirk painted across his lips. "She guides us gently and allows us to carve our way out of the lighted path she's provided. She is always there, watching and listening to us."
    The growing howls flowing through their camp did not turn the man away from the ever-increasing conversation. He can talk for days about the moon and her wonders. "Talk to her every night, even when she is hidden. She is listening to you, no matter how graceful or graceless you may be." He spoke with keen certainty; he would not offer his company false hope, knowing well enough how painful it is when such a thing runs dry.
    The fight was on! Everyone took to their stations and began to protect their little camping spot from the nasty wolfies looking for a bite. This entire situation is a mess, with everyone going off on their own, doing what they thought was best within their little group - a mess. They needed someone to bring it all back in, but that person was off somewhere in the trees with Areille. Rohini was undoubtedly not going to put himself in a position of leadership.
    Exhaling, small plumes of smoke escape his lips as the attacks begin. His blade manifests in his right hand, just in time for him to slash at an over-exuberant wolf aiming directly for his legs. The sword glowed a bright green, and it looked almost ghoulish, which would make sense as it's an item made by Rohini's magic. Though the chaos of this battle is not ideal, it is a comfortable rhythm for him. Being near so much hostility gave him a sense of clarity.
    He was able to deflect most of the incoming beasts, only accumulating a few owwies here and there. One brave wolf was able to get a taste, taking a small bite out of Rohini's thigh before the wolf met its demise. Their strength was admirable; he would give them that. So far, Igni was chewed on, and Eli had just gotten back on his feet to continue the fight; he wonders how the rest are doing. Not wanting to think too long it, he moves closer to Eli and instructs him to stay close.
    "How badly are you hurt?"
    The defensiveness of his magic grew when he saw the other man injured. It would do them no good to lose such a person, not that he thinks Eli is so weak he'll die at any moment, but injuries are always a cause for concern. When the question was asked, a wolf snarled at the pair and began to sneak closer, hackles raised and teeth bared in defense. Rohini stomped the ground, daring the beast to move forward while putting himself between it and Eli.
    "You watch my back, and I'll keep the fire going - sound good, yah?" The wolf lurched forward and was smacked by a barrier created by Rohini's previous stomp. The barrier threw the wolf back feet away from them and those still around the camp. It would land in pieces, the strength of Rohini's magic shredding it to pieces.
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    Areille laughed in response to his rapid questioning. The small circle of people who all had a hand in raising her knew of her blindness but did not treat her like some delicate doll that needed to be locked away where no one else could see her. Her parents took their jobs seriously; Areille was taught to do everything a child would do, like play, read, write, sing, dance, and all those other things children do. In truth, the only difference was she had to do the same things differently.
    As an heir to the throne, she was also crafted into a leader. It was easy to fool the men and women in the political pool, circling her with blood-lust. They mistook her blindness as a weakness, something they have tried again and again to exploit.
    "I am blind, Skacharm." Letting his hand go, she turned to face him. "I've no idea what color your hair is, and even if you told me I wouldn't have a clue. I don't know what your eyes look like, and I'm ignorant of how your smile or frown shapes your face."
    She would like to know about colors and shapes and so forth. "I just know the outline, you see." She took a bold step forward and reached up, so her fingers swept up the edge of his tapered ear. Not knowing their height difference off the bat, the woman had to suddenly stand on the tip of her toes to satisfy her curiosity. "Hm, your ears aren't as pointed." Her disappointment palpable, the woman steps away from Skacharm before continuing her previous explanation.
    "I know your scent, I can recognize your cadence, and if I concentrate hard enough, I can hear the rhythm of your heart. I'm blind, that's for certain, but I'm not completely inept." Pressing the palm of her hand against his chest, her fingers spread across the curve of his frame. "I can hear your breathing. I may not know how you look, Skacharm; I do know you in other ways."
    Their conversation would be interrupted, no matter how she wishes to maneuver away from the outside world. The howls of wolves and the slashing of beasties can't go unheard, not when there are many lives at risk. Skacharm has brought them here, promising them riches. Thus it is his duty to fight alongside his crew. Of course, Areille will be there at his side - there is no battle too big or too small to keep her away.
    "We should get out of here, Skacharm. I don't think our party is in the safest hands right now, with you gone."
    "Distant, like any good mother ought to be - I assume." Rohini acknowledged the golem with a delicate smirk painted across his lips. "She guides us gently and allows us to carve our way out of the lighted path she's provided. She is always there, watching and listening to us."
    The growing howls flowing through their camp did not turn the man away from the ever-increasing conversation. He can talk for days about the moon and her wonders. "Talk to her every night, even when she is hidden. She is listening to you, no matter how graceful or graceless you may be." He spoke with keen certainty; he would not offer his company false hope, knowing well enough how painful it is when such a thing runs dry.
    The fight was on! Everyone took to their stations and began to protect their little camping spot from the nasty wolfies looking for a bite. This entire situation is a mess, with everyone going off on their own, doing what they thought was best within their little group - a mess. They needed someone to bring it all back in, but that person was off somewhere in the trees with Areille. Rohini was undoubtedly not going to put himself in a position of leadership.
    Exhaling, small plumes of smoke escape his lips as the attacks begin. His blade manifests in his right hand, just in time for him to slash at an over-exuberant wolf aiming directly for his legs. The sword glowed a bright green, and it looked almost ghoulish, which would make sense as it's an item made by Rohini's magic. Though the chaos of this battle is not ideal, it is a comfortable rhythm for him. Being near so much hostility gave him a sense of clarity.
    He was able to deflect most of the incoming beasts, only accumulating a few owwies here and there. One brave wolf was able to get a taste, taking a small bite out of Rohini's thigh before the wolf met its demise. Their strength was admirable; he would give them that. So far, Igni was chewed on, and Eli had just gotten back on his feet to continue the fight; he wonders how the rest are doing. Not wanting to think too long it, he moves closer to Eli and instructs him to stay close.
    "How badly are you hurt?"
    The defensiveness of his magic grew when he saw the other man injured. It would do them no good to lose such a person, not that he thinks Eli is so weak he'll die at any moment, but injuries are always a cause for concern. When the question was asked, a wolf snarled at the pair and began to sneak closer, hackles raised and teeth bared in defense. Rohini stomped the ground, daring the beast to move forward while putting himself between it and Eli.
    "You watch my back, and I'll keep the fire going - sound good, yah?" The wolf lurched forward and was smacked by a barrier created by Rohini's previous stomp. The barrier threw the wolf back feet away from them and those still around the camp. It would land in pieces, the strength of Rohini's magic shredding it to pieces.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Venus Sprite in I Have to be Seen to be Believed [Kinumo-Open]   
    Areille laughed in response to his rapid questioning. The small circle of people who all had a hand in raising her knew of her blindness but did not treat her like some delicate doll that needed to be locked away where no one else could see her. Her parents took their jobs seriously; Areille was taught to do everything a child would do, like play, read, write, sing, dance, and all those other things children do. In truth, the only difference was she had to do the same things differently.
    As an heir to the throne, she was also crafted into a leader. It was easy to fool the men and women in the political pool, circling her with blood-lust. They mistook her blindness as a weakness, something they have tried again and again to exploit.
    "I am blind, Skacharm." Letting his hand go, she turned to face him. "I've no idea what color your hair is, and even if you told me I wouldn't have a clue. I don't know what your eyes look like, and I'm ignorant of how your smile or frown shapes your face."
    She would like to know about colors and shapes and so forth. "I just know the outline, you see." She took a bold step forward and reached up, so her fingers swept up the edge of his tapered ear. Not knowing their height difference off the bat, the woman had to suddenly stand on the tip of her toes to satisfy her curiosity. "Hm, your ears aren't as pointed." Her disappointment palpable, the woman steps away from Skacharm before continuing her previous explanation.
    "I know your scent, I can recognize your cadence, and if I concentrate hard enough, I can hear the rhythm of your heart. I'm blind, that's for certain, but I'm not completely inept." Pressing the palm of her hand against his chest, her fingers spread across the curve of his frame. "I can hear your breathing. I may not know how you look, Skacharm; I do know you in other ways."
    Their conversation would be interrupted, no matter how she wishes to maneuver away from the outside world. The howls of wolves and the slashing of beasties can't go unheard, not when there are many lives at risk. Skacharm has brought them here, promising them riches. Thus it is his duty to fight alongside his crew. Of course, Areille will be there at his side - there is no battle too big or too small to keep her away.
    "We should get out of here, Skacharm. I don't think our party is in the safest hands right now, with you gone."
    "Distant, like any good mother ought to be - I assume." Rohini acknowledged the golem with a delicate smirk painted across his lips. "She guides us gently and allows us to carve our way out of the lighted path she's provided. She is always there, watching and listening to us."
    The growing howls flowing through their camp did not turn the man away from the ever-increasing conversation. He can talk for days about the moon and her wonders. "Talk to her every night, even when she is hidden. She is listening to you, no matter how graceful or graceless you may be." He spoke with keen certainty; he would not offer his company false hope, knowing well enough how painful it is when such a thing runs dry.
    The fight was on! Everyone took to their stations and began to protect their little camping spot from the nasty wolfies looking for a bite. This entire situation is a mess, with everyone going off on their own, doing what they thought was best within their little group - a mess. They needed someone to bring it all back in, but that person was off somewhere in the trees with Areille. Rohini was undoubtedly not going to put himself in a position of leadership.
    Exhaling, small plumes of smoke escape his lips as the attacks begin. His blade manifests in his right hand, just in time for him to slash at an over-exuberant wolf aiming directly for his legs. The sword glowed a bright green, and it looked almost ghoulish, which would make sense as it's an item made by Rohini's magic. Though the chaos of this battle is not ideal, it is a comfortable rhythm for him. Being near so much hostility gave him a sense of clarity.
    He was able to deflect most of the incoming beasts, only accumulating a few owwies here and there. One brave wolf was able to get a taste, taking a small bite out of Rohini's thigh before the wolf met its demise. Their strength was admirable; he would give them that. So far, Igni was chewed on, and Eli had just gotten back on his feet to continue the fight; he wonders how the rest are doing. Not wanting to think too long it, he moves closer to Eli and instructs him to stay close.
    "How badly are you hurt?"
    The defensiveness of his magic grew when he saw the other man injured. It would do them no good to lose such a person, not that he thinks Eli is so weak he'll die at any moment, but injuries are always a cause for concern. When the question was asked, a wolf snarled at the pair and began to sneak closer, hackles raised and teeth bared in defense. Rohini stomped the ground, daring the beast to move forward while putting himself between it and Eli.
    "You watch my back, and I'll keep the fire going - sound good, yah?" The wolf lurched forward and was smacked by a barrier created by Rohini's previous stomp. The barrier threw the wolf back feet away from them and those still around the camp. It would land in pieces, the strength of Rohini's magic shredding it to pieces.
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    "Most, yes," came Marley's smooth reply, her interest igniting a small flame within himself. He liked curious individuals who openly share their enthusiasm; in his opinion, it makes people appear more honest when they're comfortable expressing themselves.
    "That's true enough! Most of the crystals were used for mundane things; their origins were often forgotten by such. They are wonderful creations used by those blessed by the taint of magic."
    His staff had a crystal perched upon it, but it was one he had made himself - or so he thinks. The importance of the crystal, how it came to be, and why it no longer glowed were all subjects he's still trying to outline. Tansy told him that it was unique and that one day it'll start to shine again, but Marley has to be patient for that to happen. Patience is a virtue, so they say. For him, it is slowly becoming a learned aspect of his life.
    Tipping his head to the side, the stall owner gave a timid smile. Tansy was not a pet, and in reply, the toad gave a loud croak, though it could have been just him being a toad with great timing. "He is! His name is Tansy, and he is a big fan of snails and slugs."
    Then this stranger decided to hit a little too close to home, her curiosity honing in on the stall owner with a great sense of direction. Thankfully she corrected herself, leaving him to thank whatever god or goddess he needs to for the aversion. He had gotten his hands on some Bellasorma some time ago, and now it's gone, no longer in his possession and no longer something he needs to think about. It was only after the fact that he had learned it was an illegal herb, and even after that revelation, he had no regrets for having it.
    "Yes, there is. Allow Tansy and I to show you."
    Quickly, he shut down his little stall to assist the lovely lady and guide her to the nearest hotspot. "It's a nice little spot called Basic Blues Bar. They've got a pretty great vibe and a menu that acclimates to anyone's taste." He held Tansy, who was happy to be carried around like the King he thinks himself to be. "Forgive me, lovely lady; my name is Marley. You are?"
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    Eli gathered his weapons as Rohini spoke, listening intently. The man had a voice. In his words was a weight that strove to pull at Eli's strings. If the setting was different, Eli would likely have wept, captured by the song and dance of a man who had the moon's favor. He knew Mads was usually closed off to this kind of thing. Indeed, it was definitely strange, but they'd lived in strange for quite a while now. Glancing at Mads, he shrugged.
    "I've never known the moon to be anything but distant," Merindas rumbled after some time. The golem's voice was deep, resembling the sound of stone against stone. He stared at the dancer, expressionless. "I wonder if I could manage it - I wonder if I could become graceful enough to talk to her. The moon."
    They looked at their friend somberly, the sadness plain on their faces. Eli couldn't imagine it. They'd all lost something to the guild but Merindas...he'd certainly lost the most. Rohini's transformation would obviously spark an interest in the golem. Hope was dangerous, however. 
    Thankfully, Briar chose this moment to speak up. Eli turned to face and blinked in surprise as an apple soared toward his face. He snatched it out of the air and studied it before tossing it in the air and catching it like a ball. Mads laughed as she caught hers. 
    "I'm sorry, Briar," she said with a sigh, "but we can't." 
    "There'll be a fight soon," Eli said matter-of-factly, "can't you smell it?"
    "No time for rest," Merindas declared, slowly rising. "These two are useless with food in their system. And the wolves are almost here."
    Eli caught the apple once again and looked at Mads, nodding. She took off immediately, body low as she sprinted into the foliage with her knives in hand. She was well suited for fights in the dark. Nothing like night vision, but more like instinct. "Merindas, follow her and find the regent. Skarcharm is our priority, and don't you two forget it. Protect him."
    The golem stomped off, leaving the clearing. Wolves would be quite poorly matched against the stone construct, but Merindas would have trouble seeing in the moonlight. 
    Have faith. Mads will keep him centered. 
    A timberwolf tore through the tree line. Eli whirled around, eyes wide as the large beast howled a bloodcurdling song. It approached him with its hackles raised, saliva dripping from its bared teeth. It snarled. Eli cursed. He let loose the only thing in his hand with a shout.
    It was a crimson bullet, streaking across the space between them to crash against the wolf's snout. The apple exploded upon impact and left the wolf disoriented, stumbling to the side. Capitalizing on this, Eli lunged forward and unsheathed his blades. They cut swiftly, one elven, the other human. Both plunged into the wolf's head and emerged bloody. The trees rustled and Eli looked up to see a dozen more arriving as he let their friend's body slump to the side. 
    Behind him, more wolves. A different pack? They had different markings, and certainly regarded each other with malice. Two howls from opposing sides. A convergence on our firelight. Got it. He licked his lips, skin buzzing with excitement. Igni's wind sent dust and sparks into the air. It obscured his vision, but he made do, squinting. Waiting. He wouldn't be the first to move in this stand off. 
    "I'm keeping close to the fire," he told Briar as he slowly turned to check his back. Igni was offering herself as a rally point, but Eli, Briar, and Rohini were the only ones near the campfire now. The wolves were advancing on either side, pinching them in. Suddenly, one made eye contact with him. His breath caught.
    Another howled sounded, and then it began. Two sides pushing forward with the camp in the center. 
    Two wolves on him first. He kicked one with everything he had, sending it flying back into a tree. It yelped and fell silent. Still, the kick had him put off balance. The second wolf rammed him fiercely soon after, sending them both into the ground. Eli swore loudly as he hit the ground, then louder when he felt a sharp pain radiate from his forearm. The damn thing had sunk its teeth in. He dropped his blades and grabbed the beast by the back of its nape, squeezing tightly through the fur. It glared at him with gleaming eyes. He squeezed tighter, inhuman strength aiding his grip. The wolf's jaw loosened as Eli crushed its neck. He pushed it to the side and hesitated, knowing that the other wolves had left him on the ground thinking he was done. Around him, they fought demon and wolf alike. Clashes of fur and claws and teeth and blade made for a morbid song, indeed. He needed to get back into the fight. 
    He grabbed his swords from the ground and leapt to his feet, swinging wildly. He slashed a wolf on its back, staggering it in the direction of his second sword which sank into its flank eagerly. The wolf fell. He moved on, keeping close to the fire. He didn't have night vision. He didn't have Mads' instinct. If he lost the light, he'd be screwed. 
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    Igni gave out a deep chuckle that shook her whole body (especially her belly) at the sight of Rohini dancing and singing. She rolled onto her back, paws in the air and wings on the ground, watching the travellers from upside down.

    “One day, when I’m not feeling so sleepy, I’ll show you how dragons dance,” she said to Rohini. “Maybe you can accompany me in spider form.”

    Then she heard the howling, and raised her head. There was a rush of magic that set her floofy fur on end (and the hairs of anyone around her),  and a moment later she was right way up and on her feet.

    “To me, quickly,” she said to those demons who had been grooming her earlier. Then to the rest she said, “Come closer, stay safe.” She curled her tail and neck around all who came, protecting them like hatchlings, even covering them with her wings.

    “Blind one, come here an I’ll protect you,” she called out to Arielle. Just then a wolf ran under her chin, zipping past through the firelight. Then another, and another. Igni swatted at them like a cat at a mote of light, but just like the cat, she caught nothing.

    Igni wasn’t afraid for herself. Her hide was covered in long, dense fur. Spears, arrows and swords could pierce her hide but a wolf’s mouth was too short.

    She ducked her head beneath her wing again, checking on those sheltering within. There wasn’t really much space, for most of the space was taken up by her black-furred stomach. But there was enough to keep them safe, for the moment.

    Then pain shot up her wing. Instinctively she flapped, sending the wolf that had been biting her wing fingers sailing over the canopy, into the darkness. The wind from her wings kicked up sticks and leaves and blew them across the campfire, spreading sparks and burning logs tumbling away to start their own little fires nearby.

    “Woops.” To those under her wings she said, “Quick, on my back,” and started assisting them, pushing them up with her whiskered snout.

    “Anyone else want a lift?” she said among the howling and humanoid battle cries.

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    House Kholin opposed the establishment of the current monarchy along with House Dali in favor of a republic and, like the other, were soundly ignored. Their relationship with the other houses of Ursa Madeum (I'll just call them Corinth like you are as to avoid any confusion) sans Dali has been tenuous, at best, since then. With the marriage between Alexandros and Lyrei ( @Aleksei)and House Mythal's departure, House Kholin has since come into ownership of all the lands previously under Mythal rule and will be following Hildebrand's example by striking out as an independent nation.
    They haven't chosen a side yet, but acknowledging and respecting the independence of this newborn kingdom will certainly play a role in that.
     
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    It has been a busy month for the Lord of Skyfall.
    The lion’s share of his time has been spent assisting his wife in learning the ways of his people, and likewise, smothering the small fires springing up due to her arrival. Lyrei, light of his life, his morning and evening star, has soaked in the knowledge like a sponge. From the high speech—the ancient tongue of Rosinder—to their customs and ways of life, she has proven herself eager to be a beacon of propriety for her new husband. He efforts have been noticed, and more and more, the people of Skyfall and the lands they govern have welcomed her. But not all.
    There are those on the high council that for the first few weeks worried of the king’s—former king, really—response to the “abduction” (it was the crude word they used to embolden their point, all the while shaming Lyrei and Alexandros’ union) of his sister. Talks of retaliation, of war, hung heavy over the lord’s council chambers. But as the days passed, so too did these discussions, until it seemed a lifetime ago that the words had first left their lips. Of course, some still doubted the gentleness of Milorian’s response – silence – but the proof was as tangible as earth beneath their feet.
    And now, they once again stand before the elven king’s abode.
    Alexandros looks over at the woman on his arm, the same heaviness of adoration in his eyes as when he first awoke this morning. A single defiant lock of her golden hair dares to shield her face from him; he coils a finger around it and gently tucks it behind her ear. “Light of my life,” he says to her as he often does when admiring her unnatural beauty. “My morning and evening star.” They are titles he’s given her after their heat and passion has been spent, and she wears them well, as though they are the finest silk in all the land. “I’ve made arrangements so that we are not needed back home for next several days. I imagined you would wish to spend time with your brother before his departure, more than this meeting.”
    It is not beyond him to realize the pain that soon awaits his dear wife. While she has her maidens and her protector, and she undoubtedly loves them dearly, they are not her flesh and blood—they are not Milo. When at last the former king departs, she will be alone in this realm. Alexandros cannot begin to dream of a world without Andross or Adrianna. The thoughts encourage him to glance back at his younger brother, an almost identical image of himself. Andross stands several strides behind his brother, his expression firm, fixed. Ever the perfect soldier.
    “We’ll be back soon,” Alexandros says to his twin.
    Andross nods in response.
    They move through the halls and chambers until they are once more in the king’s company. It isn’t habit that makes the Lord of Skyfall bow, but respect for his brother in law, and gratitude. He knows it was improper, how he and Lyrei handled their romance, and yet the elven king allowed it to be without reprimand. For that, Alexandros is eternally grateful. “Our apologies for arriving so late,” he says, “and without warning. But, I did hope it would be a surprise for you.”
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    @King
    Milorian lazily contemplated the benefits and risks that some would say does not fit his persona. He can feel the waves of complacency wash over him in a steady rhythm. It has been difficult to not float away on the calming waters; tonight, it is no different. Looking out the window of his study, he squinted in an attempt to see the edges of the Free Marches, but failed for a few reasons: it's too far, and he's blind. Sitting on the throne as King was not a regrettable choice, it has led to a few things for the people, and those things are enough to soothe his yearning for home.
    Soon enough, that home will not exist. The decision may have felt abrupt to those outside his circle, maybe even a little insulting considering how long he has been named King. He should care about such opinions - he should care - because it is the people's opinion that shapes his rule. Absconding his family from this land is almost like a slap in the face. The Mythal House is an old one and has inhabited this place for some time. Why leave now? Some may think. What's the reason? Others will wonder.
    The elf has all the answers, yet none of them truly matter. There is no going back; he will see that his family is safely removed from Ursa Madeum, a place they will never have to see again. At last, he thinks to himself, there will be some peace to this uneasiness. Primera has provided passage to her lands, where she has blessed his family with an opportunity to live.
    Their leaving meant his staying. He can't just give the crown back, not that it meant much considering the promises they had all made that day of his crowning—a figure, nothing more. Milorian does not have the pleasure of leaving everything behind, even though he wouldn't mind doing so right now. His siblings are preparing for the departure, and his Seekers will take care of whatever is left once they're all gone. Sighing, he rubs the bridge of his nose - so much work needs to be done in a matter of days. He can't help but feel some way about the situation; change is a hurdle many can't jump over.
    A knock on the door shook him back to reality. Blinking, he curved his attention towards the door before allowing the guard to enter. A visitor at this hour? It was late, that much he knew, too late for company as far as he is concerned. When told who it was, he nodded in a gesture to allow their company to come forth. Alexandros Kholin, Lyrei's paramour ... no, her husband. Saying paramour would imply something illicit, and he would not insult the couple.
    It has only been a month or so since Lyrei had made her home in the Kholin Reach; Alexandros coming here must mean business. Whatever that business is, the elf waits for his company to come forth and state his explanations for visiting at such a late hour.
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    I am blooping myself here to remind myself that I may have an idea or two for you to play with. I’m currently drowning under the weight of finals, so I will be able to reach out to you in a few days. 
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    Your wife. 
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    I am interested in entering for the fun of it depending on the format of the challenge and the length/commitment necessary. (I will wait for the FAQ!) I really don’t think we need to go into elitism/favouritism/etc serious discussion for a challenge held on a casual, mostly anonymous, non-business roleplay forum with a little bit of cash prize just to make things a bit more exciting. 
    Thank you to Rob for starting up and organizing something a little different from our usual RP format!
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    Aleksei reacted to Vansin in 2020 Valucre Invitational   
    I encourage people to look upon this with a measure of leniency, considering that this is a good-faith attempt to make something creative and competitive. Attaching money changes literally nothing about the basic assumptions you should have going into anything like this. 
    Remind yourself:
    -You will probably not win, even if you think you deserve to win. 
    -You will find the subjective nature of the judgement calls offensive (when they don't favor you)
    -You will likely have to interact with someone you don't want to, for the purpose of competing and being judged. 
    Account for these things in your mind now, so that when they happen you can not whine and complain about them. If you go into an experience like this intending to have fun and determine not to worry about what results you get, you can have a fantastic time writing competitively and fostering the communal feeling of this site. If you join this with a chip on your shoulder about the sanctity of your impressive roleplaying or the dicey moral dilemma of a prize purse which, depending on participation levels, might pay for an entire take-out meal, you're gonna have a bad time. 
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    "It's difficult not to pry when you're given a good chunk of the story behind the mood," was Rohini's response, though it came underneath his breath. Someone as volatile as Rysorian meant that there were some underlying issues there, and he just needed something to untie all the knots inside his chest. People so vocal do not trust easily, and they use their outwardness as a means of defense. Whatever disease that's eating away at the man, he best finds a cure fast, or it's going to fester and rot...
    They, just like Rysorian, have every right to lay out their emotions for them all the see. How else are they going to get through this journey together? Remaining strangers will help none of them, especially when it comes down to moments of trust. This is not a walk in the park; looking forward, searching the trees, spreading the darkness, he can see Areille somewhere beyond all those layers. She's not weak, he reminds himself, but he isn't strong.
    Thoughts broken, he turns to look at Eli. Citrine eyes shift somewhat mischievously; these kinds of questions are the best. "I shifted into a cat. It is a skill I learned at a young age, thanks to my mother. A hard woman, she, but a magnificent teacher." His mother was a subject he'd rather avoid, but he can't tell much of himself without her being involved, making her an unavoidable subject. "I'm capable of also turning into a giant spider, I just get a better response when I'm a cat."
    He heard the howls and knew that they should do something about them, but he couldn't resist the current mood. "We would dance under a full moon and sing. The songs were always poorly contrived, and they showed our passion, power, and greatness." Rohini approached Eli and then lifted his hands to the sky, almost as if he meant to hold the moon there among the stars. "I used to sing about love if we are still on that subject." The words dropped from his lips when he twisted his hips to spin around, arms still in the air, feet delicately moved.
    "On aching branch do blossoms grow, the wind a hallowed breath.
    It carries the scent of honeysuckle, sweet as the lover's kiss.
    It brings the promise of more tomorrows, of sighs and whispered bliss.
    His lips on mine speak words not voiced, a prayer
    Which travels down my spine like flames that shatter night.
    His eyes reflect the heaven's stars, the sun's light.
    My body opens, filled and blessed, my spirit there.
    Not merely housed in flesh, but brought to life."
    He danced around the fire, beneath the moon, as any real witch would. If he had scarfs, he would have waved them around his audience; if he had coins, they would have been woven in his hair and hung around his hips. Sadly, he had none of those things, and they had to just enjoy a man reciting poetry, dancing with vibrancy and passion - of all things.
    Lowering his arms, flashing a smile at Eli and the rest of the crowd, he would shrug his shoulders before speaking. "If you dance under the moon long enough, she grants you powers - or so says my mother. Anyways, I was a cat because it's more fun than any other shape I've ever taken." Moving back to his sleeping spot, Rohini grabs a few items. He can stay here all night and dance under the moon, sing them songs, and maybe persuade them to join him. Unfortunately, duty dictates. They have a job to protect the camp, the sound of wolves mean danger, no matter how far or close they are.
    "Maybe later I'll teach you how to sing to the moon and win her favor. Right now, we should be a bit more diligent towards our surroundings."
    Areille needed the moments of silence to think about her situation more like an adult than a wayward child. She had begun this journey as an attempt to get away from the struggle and strife her brother had forced upon them. He was a kind man, but their mother's faults have certainly shaped him into a monster. To his people, he is a kind man with a will made of iron, a gentleman who will sway the hearts of many while putting their enemies in their place. She knew the truth.
    Flexing her fingers, the woman is thoughtful in her actions. The last time he raised a hand at her had been an accident, and she does not blame him for the response. Romilly is plagued by something he refuses to speak about, though she has been able to associate his pain with Primera's death but nothing else. On the night she decided to leave, he had been in the throes of a terrible nightmare. In her attempt to wake him from his torture, he had hit her. Magic is a wonderful cosmetic; it completely hid scars and bruises.
    Rohini was unaware of the situation. He wasn't one to pry. Instead, he waited for her to say something, making him an eager and reliable listener. As wonderful as he is protecting her, acting as her guardian, Rohini is still a beast leashed. If he had been there when Romilly assaulted Areille, they would be without a Grand Kommadant, and Nehalen would have returned to its original tortured state. There would be no way she could explain it away, so instead, she has chosen to run away for a minute.
    "Skacharm."
    His approach calmed her racing mind. Romilly isn't here, and she knows he will not pursue her, for he felt disgusted with himself. Her brother has properly dipped himself in the disgust he felt towards himself and the actions he has chosen to push away those closest to him away. He is choosing to live a lonely and sad existence when he does not have to do that.
    "Come talk to me," she said with a small smile, her small hand lifted towards him. "It's a little too quiet right now."
    If he takes her hand, she will help pull him forward so he stands right at her side. "How is everyone doing?"
    She has missed all the fun conversation and dancing! Areille would have loved to discuss the philosophies about love and loss, and she especially would have loved to dance around the fire draped in the moonlight. It has been a very long time since she's been in this kind of atmosphere bereft of hatred, fear, discomfort, and abuse. Terrible to think that this kind of adventure full of possible death was a better atmosphere than the current one back home. Of course, it hadn't been that way forever.
    Lifting her face to the air, she caught hints of the mighty beasts so far away. "How are you doing Skacharm? I doubt any of this has been easy for you."
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    He gently patted the hand settled comfortably in the angle of his arm. The delicate creature extending from the hand was not an invalid, meaning she did not need the extra help being provided by the gentleman at her side. Such gestures were the aftereffect of the companionship she had provided him. Years ago, the woman had grabbed him by the scruff, dragged him from the pits of alcoholism, and made him into someone worthy of the title she had bestowed upon him.
    It was because of this woman he is alive (unfortunately sober) and doing well for himself. The gig, as he calls it, is protecting her with his life for however long it lasts. At first, the idea repulsed him, living for another was never his kind of ideal. Now, looking down upon her, he would give much to ensure her safety, though he hopes it isn't his life first.
    This is not love. He does love her, just not the kind of love you read about in those terrible stories about bodyguards falling in love with their charge. If he were that type of man, he may love her in that way, or if she were a man. Rohini could write sonnets about the way her red hair flowed down her shoulders and back like a fiery river. Poetry about her opal eyes that far outshone any gem found in this hateful world, and so on. He won't, though.
    "It's hot," he says, the complaint strained with his displeasure.
    "Well, that's what happens when you slither out of the shadows, Rohini." That answer earned her a tsk of annoyance. "But it's beautiful, is it not?"
    He stopped them so they could look over a glimmering lake. Beyond it was rolling fields being cared for by tender loving hands. He wasn't sure if he would call this beautiful, more peaceful than anything else. Some feet to their left, he saw a gathering about a large tree, and just outside that more people. The sounds of life are really hefty here, making him feel not at all at ease about bringing her to this place. Sure she had demanded he take her here, but she hasn't once explained to him why.
    Reaching over with his free hand, he pulled the hood of her cloak down. They weren't hiding from anything specific, but he didn't want people to get too curious about the royal on his arm. Gods, that wasn't easy, though. She stood too confidently; her pretty chin often thrust high in the air, her eyes always fixed on things of import. Her red hair still peeked from beneath its covering, and her attire said, 'I'm financially secure, how about you?'.
    "What's wrong, Rohini?" Her question dripped with concern, but her opal eyes gleamed with some mischief.
    Glaring at her, he responded in hushed tones. "You know, we're not dressed to blend in. You made me dress up in the Kalopsia attire and in the royal house colors of Nehalen. Are you trying to stick out?"
    Her wide smile was enough to make him roll his eyes and sigh heavily. She is up to something.
    "I'm not the type of gentleman to hit a blind woman, but you really bring that urge out of me."
    Areille's response was a loud laugh.
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    "It's difficult not to pry when you're given a good chunk of the story behind the mood," was Rohini's response, though it came underneath his breath. Someone as volatile as Rysorian meant that there were some underlying issues there, and he just needed something to untie all the knots inside his chest. People so vocal do not trust easily, and they use their outwardness as a means of defense. Whatever disease that's eating away at the man, he best finds a cure fast, or it's going to fester and rot...
    They, just like Rysorian, have every right to lay out their emotions for them all the see. How else are they going to get through this journey together? Remaining strangers will help none of them, especially when it comes down to moments of trust. This is not a walk in the park; looking forward, searching the trees, spreading the darkness, he can see Areille somewhere beyond all those layers. She's not weak, he reminds himself, but he isn't strong.
    Thoughts broken, he turns to look at Eli. Citrine eyes shift somewhat mischievously; these kinds of questions are the best. "I shifted into a cat. It is a skill I learned at a young age, thanks to my mother. A hard woman, she, but a magnificent teacher." His mother was a subject he'd rather avoid, but he can't tell much of himself without her being involved, making her an unavoidable subject. "I'm capable of also turning into a giant spider, I just get a better response when I'm a cat."
    He heard the howls and knew that they should do something about them, but he couldn't resist the current mood. "We would dance under a full moon and sing. The songs were always poorly contrived, and they showed our passion, power, and greatness." Rohini approached Eli and then lifted his hands to the sky, almost as if he meant to hold the moon there among the stars. "I used to sing about love if we are still on that subject." The words dropped from his lips when he twisted his hips to spin around, arms still in the air, feet delicately moved.
    "On aching branch do blossoms grow, the wind a hallowed breath.
    It carries the scent of honeysuckle, sweet as the lover's kiss.
    It brings the promise of more tomorrows, of sighs and whispered bliss.
    His lips on mine speak words not voiced, a prayer
    Which travels down my spine like flames that shatter night.
    His eyes reflect the heaven's stars, the sun's light.
    My body opens, filled and blessed, my spirit there.
    Not merely housed in flesh, but brought to life."
    He danced around the fire, beneath the moon, as any real witch would. If he had scarfs, he would have waved them around his audience; if he had coins, they would have been woven in his hair and hung around his hips. Sadly, he had none of those things, and they had to just enjoy a man reciting poetry, dancing with vibrancy and passion - of all things.
    Lowering his arms, flashing a smile at Eli and the rest of the crowd, he would shrug his shoulders before speaking. "If you dance under the moon long enough, she grants you powers - or so says my mother. Anyways, I was a cat because it's more fun than any other shape I've ever taken." Moving back to his sleeping spot, Rohini grabs a few items. He can stay here all night and dance under the moon, sing them songs, and maybe persuade them to join him. Unfortunately, duty dictates. They have a job to protect the camp, the sound of wolves mean danger, no matter how far or close they are.
    "Maybe later I'll teach you how to sing to the moon and win her favor. Right now, we should be a bit more diligent towards our surroundings."
    Areille needed the moments of silence to think about her situation more like an adult than a wayward child. She had begun this journey as an attempt to get away from the struggle and strife her brother had forced upon them. He was a kind man, but their mother's faults have certainly shaped him into a monster. To his people, he is a kind man with a will made of iron, a gentleman who will sway the hearts of many while putting their enemies in their place. She knew the truth.
    Flexing her fingers, the woman is thoughtful in her actions. The last time he raised a hand at her had been an accident, and she does not blame him for the response. Romilly is plagued by something he refuses to speak about, though she has been able to associate his pain with Primera's death but nothing else. On the night she decided to leave, he had been in the throes of a terrible nightmare. In her attempt to wake him from his torture, he had hit her. Magic is a wonderful cosmetic; it completely hid scars and bruises.
    Rohini was unaware of the situation. He wasn't one to pry. Instead, he waited for her to say something, making him an eager and reliable listener. As wonderful as he is protecting her, acting as her guardian, Rohini is still a beast leashed. If he had been there when Romilly assaulted Areille, they would be without a Grand Kommadant, and Nehalen would have returned to its original tortured state. There would be no way she could explain it away, so instead, she has chosen to run away for a minute.
    "Skacharm."
    His approach calmed her racing mind. Romilly isn't here, and she knows he will not pursue her, for he felt disgusted with himself. Her brother has properly dipped himself in the disgust he felt towards himself and the actions he has chosen to push away those closest to him away. He is choosing to live a lonely and sad existence when he does not have to do that.
    "Come talk to me," she said with a small smile, her small hand lifted towards him. "It's a little too quiet right now."
    If he takes her hand, she will help pull him forward so he stands right at her side. "How is everyone doing?"
    She has missed all the fun conversation and dancing! Areille would have loved to discuss the philosophies about love and loss, and she especially would have loved to dance around the fire draped in the moonlight. It has been a very long time since she's been in this kind of atmosphere bereft of hatred, fear, discomfort, and abuse. Terrible to think that this kind of adventure full of possible death was a better atmosphere than the current one back home. Of course, it hadn't been that way forever.
    Lifting her face to the air, she caught hints of the mighty beasts so far away. "How are you doing Skacharm? I doubt any of this has been easy for you."
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    "It's difficult not to pry when you're given a good chunk of the story behind the mood," was Rohini's response, though it came underneath his breath. Someone as volatile as Rysorian meant that there were some underlying issues there, and he just needed something to untie all the knots inside his chest. People so vocal do not trust easily, and they use their outwardness as a means of defense. Whatever disease that's eating away at the man, he best finds a cure fast, or it's going to fester and rot...
    They, just like Rysorian, have every right to lay out their emotions for them all the see. How else are they going to get through this journey together? Remaining strangers will help none of them, especially when it comes down to moments of trust. This is not a walk in the park; looking forward, searching the trees, spreading the darkness, he can see Areille somewhere beyond all those layers. She's not weak, he reminds himself, but he isn't strong.
    Thoughts broken, he turns to look at Eli. Citrine eyes shift somewhat mischievously; these kinds of questions are the best. "I shifted into a cat. It is a skill I learned at a young age, thanks to my mother. A hard woman, she, but a magnificent teacher." His mother was a subject he'd rather avoid, but he can't tell much of himself without her being involved, making her an unavoidable subject. "I'm capable of also turning into a giant spider, I just get a better response when I'm a cat."
    He heard the howls and knew that they should do something about them, but he couldn't resist the current mood. "We would dance under a full moon and sing. The songs were always poorly contrived, and they showed our passion, power, and greatness." Rohini approached Eli and then lifted his hands to the sky, almost as if he meant to hold the moon there among the stars. "I used to sing about love if we are still on that subject." The words dropped from his lips when he twisted his hips to spin around, arms still in the air, feet delicately moved.
    "On aching branch do blossoms grow, the wind a hallowed breath.
    It carries the scent of honeysuckle, sweet as the lover's kiss.
    It brings the promise of more tomorrows, of sighs and whispered bliss.
    His lips on mine speak words not voiced, a prayer
    Which travels down my spine like flames that shatter night.
    His eyes reflect the heaven's stars, the sun's light.
    My body opens, filled and blessed, my spirit there.
    Not merely housed in flesh, but brought to life."
    He danced around the fire, beneath the moon, as any real witch would. If he had scarfs, he would have waved them around his audience; if he had coins, they would have been woven in his hair and hung around his hips. Sadly, he had none of those things, and they had to just enjoy a man reciting poetry, dancing with vibrancy and passion - of all things.
    Lowering his arms, flashing a smile at Eli and the rest of the crowd, he would shrug his shoulders before speaking. "If you dance under the moon long enough, she grants you powers - or so says my mother. Anyways, I was a cat because it's more fun than any other shape I've ever taken." Moving back to his sleeping spot, Rohini grabs a few items. He can stay here all night and dance under the moon, sing them songs, and maybe persuade them to join him. Unfortunately, duty dictates. They have a job to protect the camp, the sound of wolves mean danger, no matter how far or close they are.
    "Maybe later I'll teach you how to sing to the moon and win her favor. Right now, we should be a bit more diligent towards our surroundings."
    Areille needed the moments of silence to think about her situation more like an adult than a wayward child. She had begun this journey as an attempt to get away from the struggle and strife her brother had forced upon them. He was a kind man, but their mother's faults have certainly shaped him into a monster. To his people, he is a kind man with a will made of iron, a gentleman who will sway the hearts of many while putting their enemies in their place. She knew the truth.
    Flexing her fingers, the woman is thoughtful in her actions. The last time he raised a hand at her had been an accident, and she does not blame him for the response. Romilly is plagued by something he refuses to speak about, though she has been able to associate his pain with Primera's death but nothing else. On the night she decided to leave, he had been in the throes of a terrible nightmare. In her attempt to wake him from his torture, he had hit her. Magic is a wonderful cosmetic; it completely hid scars and bruises.
    Rohini was unaware of the situation. He wasn't one to pry. Instead, he waited for her to say something, making him an eager and reliable listener. As wonderful as he is protecting her, acting as her guardian, Rohini is still a beast leashed. If he had been there when Romilly assaulted Areille, they would be without a Grand Kommadant, and Nehalen would have returned to its original tortured state. There would be no way she could explain it away, so instead, she has chosen to run away for a minute.
    "Skacharm."
    His approach calmed her racing mind. Romilly isn't here, and she knows he will not pursue her, for he felt disgusted with himself. Her brother has properly dipped himself in the disgust he felt towards himself and the actions he has chosen to push away those closest to him away. He is choosing to live a lonely and sad existence when he does not have to do that.
    "Come talk to me," she said with a small smile, her small hand lifted towards him. "It's a little too quiet right now."
    If he takes her hand, she will help pull him forward so he stands right at her side. "How is everyone doing?"
    She has missed all the fun conversation and dancing! Areille would have loved to discuss the philosophies about love and loss, and she especially would have loved to dance around the fire draped in the moonlight. It has been a very long time since she's been in this kind of atmosphere bereft of hatred, fear, discomfort, and abuse. Terrible to think that this kind of adventure full of possible death was a better atmosphere than the current one back home. Of course, it hadn't been that way forever.
    Lifting her face to the air, she caught hints of the mighty beasts so far away. "How are you doing Skacharm? I doubt any of this has been easy for you."
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    "It's difficult not to pry when you're given a good chunk of the story behind the mood," was Rohini's response, though it came underneath his breath. Someone as volatile as Rysorian meant that there were some underlying issues there, and he just needed something to untie all the knots inside his chest. People so vocal do not trust easily, and they use their outwardness as a means of defense. Whatever disease that's eating away at the man, he best finds a cure fast, or it's going to fester and rot...
    They, just like Rysorian, have every right to lay out their emotions for them all the see. How else are they going to get through this journey together? Remaining strangers will help none of them, especially when it comes down to moments of trust. This is not a walk in the park; looking forward, searching the trees, spreading the darkness, he can see Areille somewhere beyond all those layers. She's not weak, he reminds himself, but he isn't strong.
    Thoughts broken, he turns to look at Eli. Citrine eyes shift somewhat mischievously; these kinds of questions are the best. "I shifted into a cat. It is a skill I learned at a young age, thanks to my mother. A hard woman, she, but a magnificent teacher." His mother was a subject he'd rather avoid, but he can't tell much of himself without her being involved, making her an unavoidable subject. "I'm capable of also turning into a giant spider, I just get a better response when I'm a cat."
    He heard the howls and knew that they should do something about them, but he couldn't resist the current mood. "We would dance under a full moon and sing. The songs were always poorly contrived, and they showed our passion, power, and greatness." Rohini approached Eli and then lifted his hands to the sky, almost as if he meant to hold the moon there among the stars. "I used to sing about love if we are still on that subject." The words dropped from his lips when he twisted his hips to spin around, arms still in the air, feet delicately moved.
    "On aching branch do blossoms grow, the wind a hallowed breath.
    It carries the scent of honeysuckle, sweet as the lover's kiss.
    It brings the promise of more tomorrows, of sighs and whispered bliss.
    His lips on mine speak words not voiced, a prayer
    Which travels down my spine like flames that shatter night.
    His eyes reflect the heaven's stars, the sun's light.
    My body opens, filled and blessed, my spirit there.
    Not merely housed in flesh, but brought to life."
    He danced around the fire, beneath the moon, as any real witch would. If he had scarfs, he would have waved them around his audience; if he had coins, they would have been woven in his hair and hung around his hips. Sadly, he had none of those things, and they had to just enjoy a man reciting poetry, dancing with vibrancy and passion - of all things.
    Lowering his arms, flashing a smile at Eli and the rest of the crowd, he would shrug his shoulders before speaking. "If you dance under the moon long enough, she grants you powers - or so says my mother. Anyways, I was a cat because it's more fun than any other shape I've ever taken." Moving back to his sleeping spot, Rohini grabs a few items. He can stay here all night and dance under the moon, sing them songs, and maybe persuade them to join him. Unfortunately, duty dictates. They have a job to protect the camp, the sound of wolves mean danger, no matter how far or close they are.
    "Maybe later I'll teach you how to sing to the moon and win her favor. Right now, we should be a bit more diligent towards our surroundings."
    Areille needed the moments of silence to think about her situation more like an adult than a wayward child. She had begun this journey as an attempt to get away from the struggle and strife her brother had forced upon them. He was a kind man, but their mother's faults have certainly shaped him into a monster. To his people, he is a kind man with a will made of iron, a gentleman who will sway the hearts of many while putting their enemies in their place. She knew the truth.
    Flexing her fingers, the woman is thoughtful in her actions. The last time he raised a hand at her had been an accident, and she does not blame him for the response. Romilly is plagued by something he refuses to speak about, though she has been able to associate his pain with Primera's death but nothing else. On the night she decided to leave, he had been in the throes of a terrible nightmare. In her attempt to wake him from his torture, he had hit her. Magic is a wonderful cosmetic; it completely hid scars and bruises.
    Rohini was unaware of the situation. He wasn't one to pry. Instead, he waited for her to say something, making him an eager and reliable listener. As wonderful as he is protecting her, acting as her guardian, Rohini is still a beast leashed. If he had been there when Romilly assaulted Areille, they would be without a Grand Kommadant, and Nehalen would have returned to its original tortured state. There would be no way she could explain it away, so instead, she has chosen to run away for a minute.
    "Skacharm."
    His approach calmed her racing mind. Romilly isn't here, and she knows he will not pursue her, for he felt disgusted with himself. Her brother has properly dipped himself in the disgust he felt towards himself and the actions he has chosen to push away those closest to him away. He is choosing to live a lonely and sad existence when he does not have to do that.
    "Come talk to me," she said with a small smile, her small hand lifted towards him. "It's a little too quiet right now."
    If he takes her hand, she will help pull him forward so he stands right at her side. "How is everyone doing?"
    She has missed all the fun conversation and dancing! Areille would have loved to discuss the philosophies about love and loss, and she especially would have loved to dance around the fire draped in the moonlight. It has been a very long time since she's been in this kind of atmosphere bereft of hatred, fear, discomfort, and abuse. Terrible to think that this kind of adventure full of possible death was a better atmosphere than the current one back home. Of course, it hadn't been that way forever.
    Lifting her face to the air, she caught hints of the mighty beasts so far away. "How are you doing Skacharm? I doubt any of this has been easy for you."
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    Your wife. 
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    Thank you ❤️ I will be up and running on Monday (super later than I wanted but school doesn’t care about what I want 😂😭)
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    Your wife. 
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    Your wife. 
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    Welcome to Renovatio!
     
    This is likely the perfect space for you. Ticks all the boxes !!!
     
    @Aleksei is very nice if you've questions! AMAs and lore links are through the Above Hyperlink for you!! 
     
    If you ned anything in the mean time, I'm still here for ya.
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    Keep up the questions, peeps! Robert is going through this thread, using it to prepare the first FAQ thread opening up on the 20th 😁
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