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  1. Ayy, just to let you know, Muhir isn't accepting updates to its canon any more, invasion is a bit pointless unless you're planning on writing just to write for fun.

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    2. odium.

      odium.

      I think you're just making things up, we both know my memory is pristine. They both gave me permission to be the BL of Tellus Mater, not just Muhir, because I was co-leader of Muhir and on the creative team for Rosinder (with you and Damon), and Dre's permission was over Renovatio. Dan and I just want Muhir put to the archive section, it's not like you lose any postcount on the forum, we just don't want our original property being stepped all over. It's not a ridiculous request and from what I've heard, it was the original plan for the subsection in the first place.

    3. supernal

      supernal

      Only people with perfect recall have a pristine memory. Human memory is shown to be easily influenced, falsifiable, etc and I've seen your own fail on multiple occasions. So I tend not to just go off of someone just telling me they have a perfect memory and not to worry about doubting it. If you can show me any of this then I'll be happy to go along with it but from what I can tell, you're living a dream

      The only issue with your request is that you haven't actually made a request, you just kind of decided on your own what would happen and are taking the initiative to tell active members that "Muhir isn't accepting updates to its canon" when the actual board leader of Muhir, Aleksei, indicated the opposite. Aleksei is the one that decides what becomes canon and what doesn't for Muhir. So like I said, when you want to have that convo, we can have that convo. Send me a PM and include the relevant parties. Until then things are the way they are, which shouldn't be a shocker

      Warlock - thanks for the loan of your wall, I'll move off it now

    4. Haelikor

      Haelikor

      Man. If this is why a 21 year contributor to this site was banned, no wonder it's dying. What a dumpster fire. lmao

  2. "... and that's everything?" "Well, that's all he told me. You know what kind of guy he is, I'm sure you can take a stab in the dark at what he's going to end up doing." "And you're not going with him? Don't you have some ancestral obligation to fulfill here, or you've put all that behind you now?" "There's no money in it. I'm not a good man, definitely not a sacrosanct like you, just not... a good man. What would even be the point? To come home to the hatred of the people?" "Sometimes, Kalen, that's all there is... or ever was, for that matter. You plan on giving him the sword then?" "He'll have the three afterwards." "Then why not accompany them, keep an eye on him for me? Call it a favor." "You're fishing out favors from mortals now? Sorry, but that life died with my parents, I'll show him the sword but that's it." "There is always a way back, you know. You just have to be strong enough to take it." "... and when will you find your way and your strength, Alexander?" __________ Hands clasped behind the back fo his head, Christian put his back to grass and watched the universe have its way with the vastness of space. He wasn't one for sleep, but bared it no grudges, his unchecked mind wandered to places too dark for this world when the embrace of slumber came to him. A handful of nights spent at rest in his time being, always the same dream and also the same nightmare. When he finally stood, there was a man already at his back. "You're not supposed to be here. This cemetery is the final resting place of only the three royal families in Elrux." Christian turned with a distant look in his eye, a face full of longing. He dusted the regions of himself one would expect, "I'm sorry.", foot falls saw him pass the caretaker before he paused, "I appreciate how you've kept this place and that headstone... and so does my mother.", without another word he began walking again until distance engulfed him entirely.
  3. Silently he made his way through the city, night brought out the best in her. A beauty faded by the sun that one could only truly witness in the veil of darkness, a cold expanse of space hanging as the sky above and twinkling pinpoints of light scattered across the void to guide his way through all Elrux had to offer those eyes that sought to witness it all. He approached an area that seemed different than the rest of the city's tapestries and grand steeples, it seemed to be stuck out of time, pristine hedges lined marbled towers with faceless statues of angels standing guard at each section. Christian, too, stood frozen in time; everything here and now was forever and never again in less than a blink. Seasons blend around him, light bleeds through the night and dark consumes it again; he'd been here a thousand years or perhaps never at all. The ground beneath his feet shook with tremendous force, or at least that was what he'd convinced himself before a foot—full of trepidation—passed through the foyer, pious angelic figures stare at him as though they had been formed, polished, and upkept for this single instant. Their deafeningly silent shrill shot up his spine, pumping panic and anxiety through his veins. When they did not destroy him, he found himself standing in serenity and eventually his fears and frustrations bled from him. He passed by several sites, knowing well his destination, and before long he was standing at the foot of a grave he last looked upon with adolescent eyes. Crouching down, a white gloved hand spread across the curvature of the headstone, "Where does love come from? Where does it go when it's gone? ... What takes it's place and why does that space turn hard as stone?", he spoke softly, his hand sliding down the gradual slope before gravity dropped him off the rigid edge and with a sigh Christian leaned back to seat himself in the grass. "Sorry I haven't come to visit in a long time. Looks like no one's brought flowers in a while, either.", with his other hand extended, a few seeds dropped from its grip, gradually running his fingers through the blades of grass he could feel the warmth of the All-Mother Tellus Mater herself, mixing ethers with her essence and his own propensity towards nature, stems stretched and erected themselves from Her bosom before budding flowers blossomed in vibrant hues of various petals, "... best I could manage on short notice. I'm sorry." They'd had their fill of drink and were merry in each other's company earlier, now he decided that he would drink of the past and be somber in the company of his memories.
  4. He wasn't one for compliments, in fact he awkwardly avoided them wherever possible, shirking the adult responsibilities that came and went with whatever accolades were attached. However, this specific instance was of importance and Christian knew this wasn't some altruistic favor from one passing stranger to another, "You're welcome.", a smile scored his features before removing his gloves and grabbing a pair of utensils from the table. The atmosphere from their surroundings gradually settled in among them, dissolving any semblance of urgency or ill omens on their horizon. They shared of their meals and conversations of their journeys passed, Christian and Auberon expanding on their last encounter with Charmae and the unfortunate circumstances that caused them to separate. Rounds of drinks came and went and before long they had become just another table of faces in the tavern, chattering and enjoying themselves well into the evening. Charmae was the first to excuse herself, doubtless she had her fill of dinner and probably over indulged in drink, if only a little. Christian always hated to see her go, however certainly did not mind watching her leave. There was always a stitch of paranoia that stayed with him, a creeping though in the back of his mind that as she left it would be for good again. He'd resigned himself to making sure they'd always be together. His attention turned to Auberon as Charmae left his line of sight, "Make sure you don't have too many more, we'll be up out of here in the morning." Christian stood from his chair and wiped his mouth before heading outside to silently watch the night, alone with his thoughts.
  5. The boy spoke of his father, only his voice betrayed him with longing, it was something Christian was familiar with himself. To see his own father again—he steadied himself and not let his mind wander in this ethereal wasteland a moment longer. Astaai was, however, alive and Christian knew just how fleeting those moments spent with loved ones could be. When Charmae leaned in, durandal subconsciously tilted his head closer to her lips, each annunciation tingled the rim of his ear, the sensation causing their flushing and brought a smile to his face. Not to be disrespected, Atticus sought to carve a chunk from this knave, plush teeth rounded Christian's gloved finger and the mighty king thrashed violently with talons pinning the man's hand to the table. He returned to his upright position and with a nod, he obediently agreed to have such a conversation with his lady. His prismatic gaze fell back upon Auberon once more, effortlessly freeing himself from the menacing deathgrip of his Majesty, Christian reached to the upper arm sleeve of his jacket, peeling down at the insignia patch before tugging the stitching free after several tries, "You know this symbol.", he displayed it flatly on the table before turning it over on its backside to reveal another marking that was entirely different, "This one is your father's symbol. He told me that if I ever needed him, I could activate it to find him.", he then slid it partially across the table in the boy's direction, "Should you wish it, it's yours. You have no actual obligation to me, Charmae may well miss your company, but we both understand your desire to be with Astaai." Christian cleared his throat as the maid approached with their entree's, the boy needn't give his answer now, after all they were all famished and the meals before them all looked delightful.
  6. He pulled a chair up next to Charmae and slowly sank down into it. The weight of his day impressing him, though he dare not show such a spectacle about his features. Several plates were in front of them aligned with silver wares and empty glasses for show, accompanied by some festive affair at the table's center. He smiled at it, the master pawing idly at its features before pausing to give Christian the eyes, you know, the ones with barbs and spurs of death. The man merely nodded his head to Atticus before sliding his chair closer to Charmae's side, practically shoulder to shoulder with her now. "Sorry about that, I had a... message from an acquaintance. We've got a small-ish lead about another item and apparently the man knows some things about Joyeuse.", he could smell the buttery appetizers Charmae ordered, "What have you been up to the past couple months?", eyes now staring down Auberon Sol, practically a toddler in his care, though capable enough to fare for himself in these harsh times. He treated the boy like one, giving him a tough time whenever he could, not unlike an elder brother. Sad that he was probably the closest thing Christian had to call a family. However, with Charmae now at his side, they were family enough in his eyes. A wave to the waitress summoned her from the depths of the homey tavern, it was dim lit, but in a most comforting and almost intimate way. He could see it in the eyes of the neighboring denizens at their own tables. Faces tired with the trials of life melted away in the wake of pleasurable company, their jaunty laughs and indistinct chatter rattled about the room by the time their waitress approached the table. She looked to Christian, however instead of ordering for the table, he merely gave Charmae the floor. Knowing how hungry she'd been and what a long day they had, she could very well end up ordering every thing on the menu.
  7. "... Actually, I'm on my way to dinner at the moment.", his room was pristine, not a single thing was out of place compared to before he'd managed to defile it with dark arts and ritualistic scribbles. When Christian spoke a plume of smoke escaped his lips, however it seemed but a veil for a phantom—a vestige took refuge in its wisps and pollution, playing with the ephemeral tendrils until a humanoid shape crept to life. It was the voice of a man, however it was muffled, convoluted in static and further distorted as it echoed through the astral corridor they chose to communicate through, "You s-sss-seNNnt word for m-Mm-MeEEe.", there was a slight pause before a pair of emerald eyes undulated to the surface of this creeping specter, "It seemed urgent or was my concern misplaced, little Chris?", the voice now clearer as if dialed in to a stronger signal. "I'm looking for Cortana, to be blunt." "... The only r-RRreason you'd look for a broken piece of scrap metal like that is... you've found Joyeuse?", the wraith shifted as tendrils of smoke rolled with the boundaries of some makeshift countenance where even the most basic of emotive features flickered across it before vanishing. Christian's frustration was beginning to show, he knocked a clenched fist against the doorway before staring into those two very real eyes floating amongst the incorporeal veil, "Damnit Kalen!! I'm close. You know the purpose and what needs to be done. You've fought for Rosinder in the past, they don't deserve this eternal ordeal they're suffering through as we speak." The echoes of his laughter filled the room, "I've also fought against them as well, that's the life of a mercenary.", there was a long pause, "... being on both sides taught me of their mettle, though. I ditched the sword somewhere on the eastern continent, it's not worth a damn." "Alright. I've got to go. There is someone really important waiting for me and I can't keep her waiting.", his white gloved hand smeared the cigar up and down the door jam, effectively snuffing out its smoldering cherry, "I'll contact you in a few days." "Still the hapless r-rrrrRr-roma-aa-a-ntic..." Christian watched the wisps and motes of smoke as they began to dissipate and fade before the figure called out, he then closed the door behind him before taking to the stairs where he could make out the voices of his two companions. He was hesitant as he did not want to intrude while they were catching up after so long, it went against his grain to be controlling or even seem constricting when it came to the fairer sex. He would approach them when it seemed their conversation was finished, a smile adorning his face as he soaked in Charmae's beauty. He was doing the right thing, he told himself.
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