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>TMW you go to upload 2 days worth of pictures, and you find out that you took 1,111 pictures

Current Mood in One Gif

>When you watch a scene from the next season and with all your luck it ends up being the most horrific and emotional spoiler of all time #instantregrets #wasntprepared

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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Location: Next to a shipwreck (Devil's Triangle)



- "Take Me Under" by Byaginc

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Sirena practically caressed her surroundings with her soft blue eyed gaze. She took it all in, the shipwreck and the vast ocean beyond, with a look of awe. She was like a babe seeing the world for the first time. Not only did she such beauty and untamable power, but she also saw a world of boundless freedom and adventures. Who knew the afterlife could be so enthralling? She took her first few steps upon the ocean floor and reached out to run her hand along the wood of the ship. It was a paradox really, the way in which the ocean could take life and then turn it into something new and flourishing with life. The ocean had reclaimed this ship and over time turned it into its own ecosystem. It would seem the ocean had too reclaimed her. What then did it have in store for her?

It was then that she felt something faintly calling to her from deep within. It was a different feeling than what the hunger for blood had felt like it. It was more appealing and yet more primal. It seemed to be drawing her upwards, away from the sea floor. She looked up from where she stood. She was too deep to see the light from above the surface. She promptly jumped up and pushed off of the sea floor with her feet. She began swimming upwards, following the call of the flask.

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Location: Outside Twelve Daggers Tavern – Port of Tortuga



- "Horns" by Bryce Fox

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Edgard was back to being confused by Alisanne's behavior. Granted, it wasn't really her. She wasn't really here. She couldn't be. Damn, maybe he was going crazy. He let out a sigh, rubbed his temple with his fingers. The longer he conversed with her the further he felt himself descend into madness. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. He needed to think through things from a more logical standpoint. First things first, he needed to find a new crew, considering he slaughtered the last one.

He watched as "Alisanne" began walking towards the docks. He was torn. He wanted to go to her and cling to what little bit of reality and comfort she provided, but he also knew that dwelling on what could be wasn't getting him anywhere. He let out a frustrated sigh. "I will find you, and I will find the flask. Then we will have power beyond measure," he vowed. And then he turned slightly to head down to the docks from a different direction.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Walls of London --> St. Albans

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Fyror stared out the carriage window, watching as their surroundings progressively changed as they left the inner city of London behind. His thoughts deviated from his father's words of warning to the more important matter at hand. His already harsh features hardened as he thought about the grim situation that Millicent had found herself in. He was washed in tension and a fieriness came to his eyes at the mere thought of Lord Rutherford defiling her. He swore that he would not let that wretched man get away with this. Justice would be served, but the question was that would it be before or after Millicent lost her life.

Gerard's mind still wandered with worry although this time he was looking calmer than before. It just gets numbing at some point. In his mind he traced the roads, towns they will pass before they reach Nottingham, and after that. He kept recalling the events since yesterday, hoping that there could be any information, anything he might have missed at all that could prove helpful to their current mission. Would not really matter if it gave away anything useful, at least it gave him some bit of hope. And the more he did, his worry was slowly being replaced by vengeance. A woman like Millie doesn't deserve this kind of wickedness.

Fryor pulled his attention back to the present. His gaze left the window, and he glanced over at Gerard before turning to rummage through his stuff. The irishman caught his glance, he too could see in his eyes the intensity. Fryor pulled out a map and deftly unfolded it. His eyes looked it over, and then he traced the path of the Great North Road with his finger. He shook his head. "Dammit. This route is going to send us too far east, and it will completely bypass Nottingham. Not that we would have any luck cutting them off at his home there. They're too far ahead of us. There has to be a quicker route," he exclaimed in frustration.

The other man leaned just a little bit across the other seat, and took a look at the map. It was a little longer to process what he was seeing, carefully reading the words as best he can. His eyes first caught the words London, Nottingham where they were suppose to be headed after St. Albans a fair league towards Gretna green. Gerard agreed with him, at this point where they may already be too far ahead of them the Great North Road may not be the best route to take.

"We could go through heres." eyeing the route from the eastern side, he pointed the road that was bound for Manchester with some bit of uncertainty. "Right after St Alban's. We could go pass Nottingham, and go forward towards M-." slightly tilting his head, he peered for some short seconds at the tiny words written on the map " Manchester. I reckon we'll be quicker this way." he said. Going back to his position he looked over attentively to Fryor, "What do you think sir?"

Fyror's gaze followed to the area Gerard pointed out on the map. It was a Stage Coach Route that broke off of the Great North Road and headed straight for Manchester, completely bypassing Nottingham. After comparing the two routes, he came to the conclusion that it should very well buy them some time. "That should work splendidly, Mr. Connolly. It will certainly buy us some precious time. I will redirect our coach driver when we stop in St. Alban's to change horses," he replied. He was pleased that things were looking up slightly.

The rest of the journey was exchanged with little words, and fortunately the short travel toward's St. Alban's with no problem. As they neared the town Gerard still kept his eyes on the window, observing the scenery surrounding the small city. Soon enough their carriage came to stop at a Stage Coach Post in St. Alban's.

Current Mood in One Gif

>When you see a man that resembles a FC and thus a character in one of your RPs

Strange New Waters - Concluded

Yesterday, while at the state fair, I saw a guy that looked quite a bit like Colin O'Donoghue. I did a double take, and then I swear the first thought that crossed my mind was "It's Édouard!!" It was a bittersweet moment, and by bittersweet I mean one part amazing and one part cringe worthy. XD

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: The Strand (Nuetermyre's --> The Glimmeric)




- "Battle for the Hill of the Ash" by Trevor Morris of the Vikings Soundtrack

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Thalken gladly left behind the rubbish that was Nuetermyre's and retraced his steps back to where the body had been found. Unlike Michael, he was not in any rush to tend to the body, as he knew well enough that there was a 72 hour timeframe before the body would rise again as a Soulless, if it even did at all. Ultimately, it all depended upon whether the attacking Ryne had drank the man dry or had broken off the feeding soon enough to pass on the illness. Only time would tell. Well, in the meantime, he would continue to investigate these strange killings.

He stopped at the junction of the alleyway where the body had rested. His dark eyed gaze took in the area. It would seem that remnants of its mere existence had been erased and with it any clues as to what had killed the lord. He let out an annoyed sigh. Piecing together this puzzle was proving harder than he had anticipated, but that did not mean he was going to stop now. No, he was determined to see this through.

He turned away from the alleyway. There was nothing of substance to be had there anymore. People's quickness to clean up the scene of the crime had seen to that. His gaze landed on the Glimmeric located just across the street. His father often used the brothel as a meeting place for his nefarious dealings. His head tilted slightly to the side as he noticed a young woman in the window staring out in his direction, the direction where the body had been found.

Thalken suddenly recalled hearing that one of Frances Warwick's girls had found the body. Perhaps it was even the young woman in the window. It occurred to him that she may have seen something of note before coming across the body. He decided then and there that he must speak with the woman. He strode across the street towards the Glimmeric with a look of stubborn determination on his face.

mnkee's characters

Roleplays:
Darke Magyk

Lyra Persephone Lauerk

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Character Summary

Name: Lyra Persephone Lauerk
Darke Name: Aryl
Age: 22
Birthday: March 26
Birthplace: The Lands of the Long Nights
Residence: Palace Servants’ Quarters
Gender: Female
Culture: Land of Long Nights
Education: Private tutors/self-taught in hospitality and armed combat
Position: Knight of the Castle
Alignment: Lawful Good

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Appearance

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115 pounds
Build: Lithe
Eyes: Round green/blue eyes
Hair: Long, wavy, platinum blonde
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

• Various small scars on her arms and legs
• Calloused hands

Personal Style:
Though Lyra is a servant, she tends to dress more boldly and out of the box for her station. She goes for a mixture of elegance, edginess, and practicality. She enjoys wearing flowing dresses, particularly in shades of blue. Yet she also requires that what she wears provides ease of movement and slits for hiding the weapons that she always keeps on her person. Sometimes she may pair a dress with basic pants and tall boots, but sometimes she might not. It depends on her mood and the occasion really. At times, her fashion sense can parallel that of a woman of noble birth rather than a mere lady-in-waiting, which in turn can cause some to have preconceived notions about her. Nevertheless, she has the confidence to rock whatever she wears, and she refuses to dull things down simply to fit people's standards of what a servant should be.

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Psychology

Charismatic * Bold * Selfless * Formidable * Composed * Self-critical

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single

Personality:
Lyra has the heart of a servant but the soul of a warrior. That is to say that she is a lover and a fighter simultaneously. She lives to serve others, putting their needs and desires far above her own, but she also cannot deny the call of the sword and shield, that irresistible call of battle. That's not to say that she enjoys violence or killing. No, to her, battle is not about taking lives, it is about saving them. Yet, she is an intelligent individual, who knows that battles can be fought and won on many fronts, if one only knows what is truly worth fighting for. People. To Lyra, people are worth fighting for, and in the end, she would much rather protect someone while standing at their side than to protect them from far off on the battlefield.

She is a very personable individual, who enjoys the time and delicacy it takes to build a long lasting relationship with someone. She is very conscious and considerate of people's thoughts and feelings. Granted, at times, she is bolder than what is deemed appropriate for her station. She is willing to point out flaws in people's thinking and to call them out on their crap, even if it means stepping on some toes in the process. In any case, her intentions are good and honorable. Ultimately, she pours her heart and soul into those around her. She is loyal until given one heck of a reason not to be.

In the end, Lyra is almost always a picture of serenity. She is a level-headed individual, meaning she is slow to anger in most instances. She takes criticism well, looking at it objectively and learning from it. Ironically, she is her own worst critic. The thing is she cares about people deeply, and as such, she beats herself up over things she knows that she could've handled better. Additionally, she is a woman with a cause. Threaten innocent lives and those she holds dear, and she will unleash a storm upon you. Look into her beautiful eyes, and you will often see her for what she truly is: the calm before the storm.

Habits:

• Training early in the morning
• Holding her hands laced in front of her
• Carrying concealed weapons on her at all times
• Twiddling with her necklace when in thought

Hobbies:

• Weapons training
• Socializing

Fears:

• Being controlled by Darke Magyk
• Failing to protect her mistress
• Being stuck in eternal slumber, i.e. coma

Likes:

• Peacemaking
• Fashion
• Daggers
• Early mornings
• Justice
• Serving/protecting others
• Making new friends

Dislikes:

• Darke Magyk
• Senseless violence
• Injustice
• Gawkers
• Being underestimated
• Threats

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• City Knowledge - (the Castle) - the knowledge of where to find various shops and other locations in the Castle without great trouble.
• Cooking - The ability to prepare a dish without poisoning oneself or others.
• Swimming - The ability to swim great distances without drowning or excessively tiring. This includes being able to tread water for up to five hours.
• Boating - The ability to pilot a small water craft, such as a rowboat or canoe, without capsizing.
• Fast - The ability to go extended periods of time without eating and still be able to perform required tasks.
• Bribery - The ability to successfully identify what another person would want in exchange for an otherwise unlikely to obtain service.
• Persuasion - The ability to convince someone of something, whether it is true or false.
• Deception - The ability to lie to another person and successfully deceive them.
• Sailing - The ability to sail a vessel across great distances. With a large or medium vessel, the assistance of a crew is needed but it is not required for a small vessel.

Cultural Skills:

• Country Knowledge (the Lands of Long Nights) - The knowledge of the general geography of the Lands of Long Nights. This includes the ability to find a path from one location to another, as well as a knowledge of the culture and customs of that country.
• Olde Tongue - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the Olde Tongue of the Land of Long Nights. This skill can be used as a makeshift mythos skill, as the user will be familiar with famous texts written in the Olde Tongue, such as the Prose Edda.
• New Nordic - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the language of the Land of Long Nights. This skill can be used as a makeshift oral storytelling skill, as most of the traditions of the Land of Long Nights are told through stories.

Occupational Skills:

• Sword Fighting - Proficiency with a blade longer than 14 inches in combat, including the general rules of etiquette for dueling.
• Knife Fighting - The ability to use a bladed weapon no longer than 14 inches in combat without unintentionally injuring oneself.
• Etiquette - The ability to act accordingly during formal settings, such as proper ways to eat, and how to act during an important event with others.
• Riding - The ability to ride a horse at twice the speed of an unskilled rider. This includes trick riding and basic care for the horse.
• Stamina - The ability to sustain prolonged physical or mental effort
• Brawling - The ability to excel in general forms of hand-to-hand combat in a fight. This does not include proficiency in using weapons, such as a knife, but may give the user a slight edge.
• Perception - The ability to notice things that others may overlook. This does not include items and beings of Magykal origin. For that, see Sense Magyk.

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothes - Blue dress with black leather armor and open back and paired with gray pants and tan boots
• Dark blue cloak for cooler days
• Dagger sheathed to her thigh, easily accessed via the slit in her dress
• Knife in her left boot
• North star & capsule necklace from her mother (contains an aconite flower)
• Brown leather satchel for carrying items from the market
• Dragon Egg - Smooth and oval shaped, it gives off a slight glow in the dark

Residence:

• Extra clothing, because fashion, duh - Example Example Example
• One of her mother's first swords
• Additional sword of higher quality
• Small collection of knives and daggers
• Night Transformer (Aurora) - Black coonhound by day, white wolf by night

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History

Your Path:
Most in her line of work, in the work of a servant, would have been born into it or forced into it. Yet, you could say that she is the oddball of the bunch, as she chose this life of her own free will. With a father who is a Northern Trader and a mother who is a shield maiden, she had sufficient paths to choose from. Nevertheless, she chose to humble herself and live the life of a servant. Why? Because what better way to live life than to live it to the betterment of others. Though she can't fully deny the call of the sword and shield, the life of a warrior, at the end of the day, she loves that which they defend more than anything. So she took her passion for people and her skill with a sword and melded it together to become a self-proclaimed warrior servant. She lives to serve, and if the need arises, to protect her mistress with her life.

General History:
Lyra was born the youngest of three to Jamison, a well-off Northern Trader, and Vega, a sought-after shield maiden. Growing up in The Lands of the Long Nights with her two older brothers, Cetus and Aries, she could easily keep pace with the rest of the guys. And that she did from a young age, despite her avowed love of more "girly" things such as fashion and dancing. You could say in some ways she didn't always fit in with any particular social group, being too feminine for the guys and too masculine for the girls. Nevertheless, it did little to deter her from pursuing whatever she set her mind to, and in the end, she proved her worth. She was her mother's daughter after all, a lover and a fighter.

Over the years, Lyra had become well-versed in a variety of skillsets from hospitality to sailing to combat. She was an ever eager learner. Yet from the moment she was strong enough to hold a sword, she had always been drawn to the life of a warrior, like a moth towards a flame. Her mother poured into her every bit of knowledge and life experience she had, always emphasizing the importance of restraint and humility on and off the battlefield. In the end, she shaped her daughter into a humble servant rather than some pompous knight who felt that they were entitled to glory and riches due to their "service" to others.

So the question is, what changed to make Lyra shift gears and opt out of the life of a shield maiden for one of a servant. Well, one could say that she was bold from birth and ultimately danced to the beat of her own drum. She took what she had been taught and what had been instilled in her and made it her own. The Small Wet Country Across the Sea, a land she had seen many a time when traveling with her father, called to her, and she decided to build a life and a legacy of her own making. But to achieve greatness, one must start at small beginnings. At the age of 18, she took the big leap and moved to The Small Wet Country Across the Sea where she soon landed a job a servant in The Palace. Perhaps her skill in combat gave her a slight edge on the competition, but at the end of the day, her dedication won out. Following the return of the long lost Princess Valda, and soon after that the tragic passing of Queen Meliscente, she managed to score herself a job as the lady-in-waiting to the crown princess herself. Lyra was certain that if she could do something truly positive, it would be here at the feet of the future queen.

Thoughts on Queen Meliscente:
To Lyra the death of anyone, big or small, significant or seemingly insignificant, should be considered a tragedy. Never should death be celebrated. The day one celebrates death is the day one becomes less than a human being. So, for a ruler, whose very life holds the lives of hundreds others in the balance, is a tragedy deed. And worse yet, for the ruler's death to be under questionable circumstances, raises even greater concerns regarding the stability of the kingdom. As to whether or not Crown Princess Valda had anything to do with the death of the queen, her own mother, Lyra is willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Regardless, she gave an oath to serve and protect the future queen with her life, and with the lives of hundreds others hanging in the balance, she will not break that oath.

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Extras

Character Quote:

• "I am the calm before the storm."
• "What better way to live life than to live it to the betterment of others."
• "I've got the heart of a servant but the soul of a warrior."

Theme Song:


Anything Else:

• Faceclaim - Emilia Clarke (Daenerys Targaryen)
• Color Code - Royal Blue #4169E1
• Header Text - Signature of the Ancient Font, 60 pt. & 30 pt., Shadow-Black-S
• Favorite Witch/Wizard - Merlin BBC's Merlin
• Example Post - The Thalken Explosion

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Relations - Book One: Witch War

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The Scroll

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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👋 Myrus Silvers 👋
"He's certainly a shy one. I can work with that."
Lyra's seen the young prince around and has spoken to him upon occasion. She noticed from the get go that he seemed rather shy. At first, she thought it was something that she had said or done that had made her seem intimidating in some form or fashion. However, she quickly realized that it was just in his nature. Nevertheless, she felt the strong desire to reassure him in any way she could without seeming patronizing. She wanted more than anything for him to feel safe and comfortable around her at any given time. Perhaps in time he would. She certainly hoped so.

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💛/🙇 Princess Valda 🙇/💛
"We're both bold at heart. I don't know if that's a good thing or simply a recipe for disaster. I guess we'll see."
As the princess's lady-in-waiting, Lyra and Valda have spent plenty of hours together. Lyra has tried her utmost to be the best servant she can possibly be, but she also cannot deny wanting to be more than that. Lyra wants to be a friend to the young princess, someone she could confide in and someone she could trust with her life. They are certainly working their way there. However, some of their differing qualities, such as Lyra's protective nature versus Valda's need for independence, have a tendency to clash with one another, putting an unneeded strain on their relationship. Nevertheless, Lyra wholeheartedly pledges her life and loyalty to the future queen.

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👋/🌓 Princess Luna 🌓/👋
"I'm still figuring this one out. I'll give it time."
Lyra's unsure of what to think of the young princess. In what little interactions she had had with Luna, she had detected hints of arrogance in her façade. To some degree, you could say it rubbed her the wrong way. Nevertheless, she was willing to give the princess the benefit of the doubt. It couldn't be easy having the life you knew basically ripped right out from under your feet. She vaguely wondered how the now princess-in-waiting has been effected by it all. Only time would tell.

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💛 Cuyler Eysteinsson 💛
"He's an old childhood friend, whom I enjoyed beating up. Ah, good times."
Cuyler was a child from her native country of The Lands of the Long Nights, whom she had met at one of the many Traders' Markets she had gone to with her father. She had been quite the bold child, running around after the boys in her pretty dress with a dagger in hand. Cuyler was one of the many boys she often challenged to a duel, utilizing what little skills in combat she had learned from her mother. Needless to say, her skills were quite untested at the time. She left her mark on Cuyler literally. To her horror, she drew blood on the young boy's finger, leaving what would be a permanent scar. Fortunately, it was nothing too serious, and she learned a valuable lesson in the importance of restraint. It had been many years since she last saw him, and so it was a pleasant surprise for him to be brought back into her life. They had both grown and matured much over the years, but perhaps what friendship they had had before could be rekindled.

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"Overall Thoughts On The Character"
Relation Details

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Relations - Book Two: Chaos Reigns

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The Scroll

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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💙 Myrus Silvers 💙
"I wish there was more I could do for you..."
Lyra has a brother-sister type relation with the young prince. She's an open ear and a shoulder to cry on whenever he needs it, which has been more frequently as of late what with Tristan here courting Luna. It hurts her terribly to see him in such pain and turmoil, and she wishes there was something more she could do for him to ease his pain.

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🎆/💛 Queen Valda 🎆/💛
"I will protect her with my life and will forever respect her as my queen and friend."
Having been granted the honor, and huge responsibility, of being the queen's bodyguard in trying times, Lyra has thrown herself into her work. She is fiercely protective of Valda, perhaps a bit overbearingly so at times. Anyone who wants to get at Valda will have to go through her first. Though their relationship has taken perhaps a more professional tone to it, she still maintains a friendship with Valda. She feels that that is just as important as the more traditional duties of her job.

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💛 Princess Luna 💛
"She seems to be healing well enough. At least, I hope so."
Lyra has been sort of keeping an eye on Luna, partially through the princess's new bodyguard Amarantha. So far, Luna seems to be healing from her trauma pretty well, better than Myrus that's for sure. However, Lyra is skeptical about whether or not it's just an act, a front the princess is putting up to seem less broken, and with the pressure to marry Prince Tristan, she is worried even more about the princess's health. She hopes the marriage works out for the sake of her homeland, but at the same time, she doesn't want it be at the expense of Luna. If Tristan seems to be pushing Luna too much, she won't hesitant to talk to him about it. He seems decent enough to hear her out. Regardless, she views Luna as a friend in much the same way she does her brother Myrus.

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💛 Cuyler Eysteinsson 💛
"I wish we could spend some more time together, but alas duty calls."
Since becoming a knight and namely the bodyguard of the queen, Lyra has thrown herself into her work. As such, she hasn't had much free time to catch up on things with her childhood friend. The last she heard, he was dating the ExtraOrdinary Wizard. She is happy for him, that he found someone to call his own and whom he could potentially spend the rest of his life with him. However, though she probably wouldn't openly admit it, she feels a pang in her heart that she hasn't found the same for herself. And with the Sickenesse progressively worsening Asha's condition, she fears she never will.

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♨️/🙇 Amarantha ♨️/🙇
"I still don't fully trust her, which is really bad since she is now my superior."
Lyra still can't fully shake the feeling of distrust of the former deputy hunter of the Young Army, and now that she reports to the woman, it makes things a bit awkward to say the least. Amarantha certainly doesn't help matters as she purposefully tries, and unfortunately frequently succeeds, at making her uncomfortable. As far as she is concerned, it's just unprofessional, and Lyra is not looking to pursue a relationship with the woman outside of a working one. She'll respect and remain loyal to Amarantha the best she can, but should the woman do something unlawful, she makes no promises that she'll keep her mouth shut. She's worried this whole situation is a ticking timebomb.

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👋/🙇 Tristan Alvissen 👋/🙇
"He seems nice. I hope things work out between him and Luna, though please don't tell Prince Myrus that."
Lyra first formally met Tristan when she was training early in the morning. The prince and his advisor had come out to train, and she eventually found herself asking if she could spar with them. She ended up rather enjoying herself, though she feels a bit bad that it was more or less at Tristan's expense. The poor boy just wasn't a morning person it would seem. However, at the same time, knowing Myrus's fear of losing his sister Luna to Tristan, she's left feeling even more conflicted. After all, she doesn't want to see her homeland torn apart by the Eastern SnowPlains, but it also hurts her to see Myrus so unhappy.

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Strange New Waters - Concluded

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Location: Outside Twelve Daggers Tavern – Port of Tortuga



- "Horns" by Bryce Fox

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The bits and pieces of humanity, of the real Alisanne, that Edgard saw in her was simultaneously confusing and reassuring. One minute she seemed genuine and the next it was like she wasn't even there. He did not quite know what to think. Was she real, or was she an illusion? Or was she somehow a little bit of both? In the end, all he could really do was revel in the glimpses of reality while they lasted.

Her smile brought a smirk to his features and a glint to his stormy blue eyes. And that wink, man, it about did him over. His smirk turned into an amused yet affectionate smile. He always loved it when that cold exterior of hers broke away, even for a mere moment, to reveal a more genuine and open side of her. But of course, much like himself, the playfulness was short lived, quickly returning to professionalism.

"Surely collecting the flask can wait until I ensure your safety and kill those responsible for your disappearance. After all, what use will the power of the flask be to La Fraternité du Sang if there is no heir to wield it?" he replied, his brows furrowing slightly. He softly rubbed the back of his hand against her cheek. "Whatever the case, I must find a new crew. Perhaps I can take over whatever ship Miss Blackwood came on," he added. A devious smirk came to his features at the notion.

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Location: Docks near the Bellona (Port of Tortuga) --> Next to a shipwreck (Devil's Triangle)


- "Broken Crown" by Sharm

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Sirena felt her soul and sanity being chipped away with every swallow of the red, coppery substance. The blood of men was slowly and agonizingly killing her from the inside out. She recognized her new self, this new reality, as little as Harlianne recognized her own best friend. She had hoped that consuming that which she hungered for would satiate the blood thirst, but oh how wrong she was. A strangled wail that was out of part frustration and part despair left her blood covered mouth. Unfortunately, her cries seemed to fall on deaf ears, as fate was busy turning two friends against each other.

Her head whipped to the side at Harlianne's outburst. Her breaths came in and out sharply, and she could now hear the pounding beats of her heart in her ears. Her blue eyes widened, and then for moment everything seemed to go in slow motion. Harlianne struck out with her cutlass, no doubt going for a deathblow. Fortunately for Sirena, instincts and adrenaline kicked in, and she ducked out of the way of the blade in the nick of time. She quite literally narrowly saved her own neck.

She wasted little time, jumping to her feet as soon as the blade had passed overhead. She landed unsteadily on her feet, grimacing as she strained her ankle slightly in the process. She then put an extra four feet of distance between her and Harlianne. "I don't want to fight you," she spoke up, her voice raw with emotion. She could feel the hunger pulsing through her stronger than ever before. It weighed down on her like an anchor on a ship. She realized then that she could not live like this forevermore.

"I can't live like this. I can't risk hurting those I care about. If you wish to kill me, then kill me." she stated definitively. There was an air of strength returning to her features. Perhaps there was honor and courage to be found in choosing your own fate. "Just don't blame yourself for this. Remember that it was my choice," she added with sincerity. The fear that had been in her eyes just moments before seemed to fade away as she slowly approached Harlianne. She wasn't afraid of death. No, she was more afraid of life.

Had Harlianne remembered Sirena, there would have been hesitation. She likely would have stopped and told her first mate that everything would be fine--that she'd find a way to live with her condition. Pirates got drunk on booze--blood wouldn't be that strange at the end of the day. They'd grow accustomed to it. But the mist still clouded her eyes, her memories kept away from her. Perhaps it had been something Luisa had done or perhaps it had been something waiting to come into being.

"Why blame myself for a good deed, eh?" Harlianne asked. With a smooth and elegant motion, Harlianne darted forward and drove her blade at the defenseless Sirena, aiming for her neck. The blade hit its target, cutting through Sirena's flesh cleanly like a scalpel. For a moment, Sirena's head remained on her body as blood began to rush out, yet as Harlianne withdrew her blade, the head toppled to the ground. Sirena's body collapsed what seemed to be exactly a second later. The grey mist still covered Harlianne's eyes as she looked down at the corpse of her friend, entirely unaware of the gravity of what had just happened.

It all happened so fast. Sirena had barely taken one last breath of the fresh air of this world when pain exploded through her. The air was forced out of her lungs as pain exploded through her, and then, there was nothing. Darkness had engulfed her, and her life quickly drained from her with every drop of blood that poured from her severed neck. She was dead now, and the only consolations were that she had died on her own terms and was subsequently freed from the burden of blood thirst. But it would seem that the journey was only just beginning for her.

Sirena's eyes opened again, this time to find herself underwater with a massive shipwreck before her. Memories were slowly coming back to her, and it dawned on her that she was in fact dead. While others would feel burdened by the knowledge, she felt a freedom like none other. That characteristic smirk once more graced her features. She was ready for the adventures that laid ahead.