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Current I mean if it works as a method to stop bleeding in one way, it works for others.
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As a Necromancer who plans better than dark Lords with no nose. I will just respawn. I edited my tag to essential in Skyrim exe.
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As a necromancer. I cannot claim to have brought JFK Back, but im off to buy a brand new gothic castle next week with a cursed ominously glowing clock that tolls dramatically.
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Start your own cult and buy discount choclate in 2 days
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I was thinking a wreck reseacher as theirs rumours of a hazardous cargo ship, from ww2, and theirnpartnof a investigation. Research and so why they on the islands.

The company are hired to locate the SS Vika, a toxic ship lol


I do not know much about mayan culture At all.ao a outsider.
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We will definitely get Becky interacting with Sunni.


Ans new happy I got laid Sya lol.


Lord and lady Coswain

About Dawn Haven


Lord Coswain sat drawing, he was shading in the distant mountains, the tall peaks in the far distance capped with snow and sharp peaks. They were places only the great angles could dwell, deep cold, and no one who climbed them ever returned least that he knew of.

This was his second spot, he planned to eventually do a study all round the area, its terrain and nature.

some sage. Air got too … short…something about high altitude and sickness at such heights. He knew the effect, not the exact science and Sage behind it. That was not his business and he was very good at the one he chose. He was watching and alert always, old habit died hard as he split his eye between the art and movement around him. He might not have best reputation but he was a skilled guard…when he was able to undertake his duties anyway. Octavia seemed very much to be hostile to him.

“Your Highness” He called out to the figure, he could tell who it was, an Royal Guard was rarely a slow eye or a slow mind, standing up and giving a nod as he returned his items to the satchel with the same care of an artist. The clink of his scabbard against the tree he used as a place to draw before he got it out his way.

“Much as I know I am not most welcome here, I would be remiss to not offer an escort, seeing as you are alone and we are far from behind stone walls.” He said, seeing a Royal alone and about without escort was something he was entirely new with or maybe Auralia had a different idea about personal security. He kept his tone calm and steady without a single waiver in the Capital Lunarian.

“May I ask, will this announcement be… provocative. you may not want me, but I take my duty seriously, even when i am unfavoured. A threat is a threat.” He edged his words very carefully, the security part of his mind kicking in, questions and building possibilities together easily. If Octavia was there, he was told he had to protect her, Exile Or not that was his orders. He added the unspoken that some of the guards seemed less seasoned for the duty they had been sent, younger men were great for labour but this town was right on a frontline against blight. There were Veterans among them but more was better than less.

“Your Highness If you need my services, just ask. My grandchild's and family's future relies on you and your wife's success here.” He said plainly but honestly, if keeping him alive helped save his Kingdom, and his childrens future he would, He would deny it was a selfish reason but an honest reason, one of several but that one was one he had to admit was a powerful one.



“This suits me, I'm still finding my place here, and this is something to keep busy. The Fort i headed from needs urgent repair and inwas only in the way.” Persephone said frankly, she was surplus to requirements for some and many roles she knew, how many plots and deep set conspiracies could a small town have?

“Calm..that's it” She stroked the horses ears having to reach up to get there, the big animal knew its signs and had it relaxed and calm easily.

“I know what I'm doing, enjoy, Sya might be out, just so you know” Persephone had been curious and had picked up on a few things before she left the Inn. The woman, a blightborn by looks of her mutation, seemed to be almost rushing to be doing other things. The fact the Innkeeper was a blight born was somewhat unnerving to say the least but also seemed to be more Interested in business than blood from a short observation. She was small, but size was no marker as to danger from.a blight born, a Woman her size could easily be any kind of lethal.

“Maybe treat your friend to breakfast…not as a … a gesture of thanks, a hot meal you not had to prepare is rather nice.” Persephone said, patching you up and so had to at least be worth a meal even if they refused payment In coin. The woman had refused thanks bar a minor gesture and perhaps she deserved a little more for patching him up so well and so quickly.

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Gulf of Mexico... I feel bad I had to Google this to remind me what part of world it exactly extended to.
Ooh.

Yes. The classic.
Banned for a having a profile picture that has someone doing a heart with hands the right way


Banned as turtles do not wear hats
@Lu Cassandra and Butternut are adorable! And we finally got a seamstress, let's go!!!


Sya does need a pretty dress or 2. :)
Sorry everyone, the fiancé was very sick then I changed jobs and everything was just a little chaotic


Life does get in the way.
It happens to demand life things
I'm still here.

Lord and lady Coswain

About Dawn Haven


*Before he left, he was making Move to leave the post office.*

Lord Coswain was on alert around this woman, his sense was usually correct and he had a feeling that she was far more dangerous than the regular towns folk. “Market likely for dry stock, not far away from here. Seller on right shady, fake castle forged.” He said not wanting people to purchase that kind of rubbish, he deserved to not have any customers, they were liable to be made from some scrap rather than steel. He knew what castle forged steel was and that was not it. Prince might need guards to cheek more detailed gate duty.

“Sunni. Trader, or so the eye folk say can get that.” He said as was alone, only a fool started a fight, not sure you could win if you had a choice, cheat, dirty tricks, anything you could to level or make the odds in your favour. Much as the religious caste might be Zealots, soldiers like that died young, they leveraged intelligence, tactics, cheated and used any advantage they had. Sometimes you just had to go with the situation you found yourself in.

He had to be smarter than stupid, the situation was everything but normal. If that meant using his diplomatic skills more than his sword arm, that's what it took to complete the mission. You worked with what you had and with 4 at most, he has a much smaller deck of cards.

He headed out closer to the lake, finding the book, he began some experimental strokes with the new Pen, seeing how it behaved and sketching out the form of a lake island, wild and entirely unbothered. The local terrain was mapped but not in detail and he would correct that, understanding your area and its nature was one of the first things a soldier needed to do.

Preparation kept you alive.



Persephone left the house following Taru though the dark streets, perpetually dark streets, the only light came from the moon and the artificial Sources people gathered around like moths and flames. They used the light to fend off the constant and ever pervasive night. “Today you are, we do not know what tomorrow brings, in times present we just have to make the best of our lives.” She said but did not push the topic, they would make a fine pair though it seemed I'd they chose to.

She was a little dramatic but also bored as the adrenaline filled arrival turned into a Town that was more constructive than constructions completed. The stables were normal, well built but normal and headed over to her large black horse scratching its ears and pulled a brush from the bags of equipment for horse and rider. “Hey Agmar, relax, I'm safe.” She began to slowly brush out the large animal's deep black hair and ran a hand over its tall and heavily muscled back. She had a strong bond with this horse and the much larger animals was now calm, calm itself.

“Please take good care of him, he is somewhat feisty though. His name is Agmar A launariam Heavy, and loves apples.” She kept massaging the back and shoulder of her mount. “Am I allowed to take care of my own horse alongside your services? I did it when time allowed back home.” She asked and decided it would at least keep her busy and give something to do, besides the act of Brushing out Agmar, braiding and such was therapeutic. The dirt and leaves that were hidden fell to the ground.

Her saddle bags could wait a little as she brushed her hose down and took care of it, seeing as they arrived in all rather the rush it could easily have been overlooked but the town guards to inform what irs situation was. She did not expect miracles out here, she knew this town was barely a town as yet.

Given the quality of some here, quite the collection of horses. From basic Cart pullers to the larger military mounts, personal horses and others were quite wide.

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Lord and lady Coswain

Healers Home and Post Office


Lord Coswain nodded, he saw the quality was hardly what he got in cities but it would do the best, the ink was probably weaker but it would function. He had worked with such things in the past and was not a man who blames his tools. “This will do, frontier life. You make do. Lord Coswain spoke easily now he shook the influence, he must be a rather powerful blightborn.

lunarian, he was asked and nodded. “Lunaris… yes. Lord Castellion Coswain, Royal Guard Order Militium Capitaline Lance veteran Company. I have a town house in the Capitol.” He spoke, seeing no reason to hide his role, name and so, he was not going to start the fight If the Postmaster was not a direct threat. His status and so would be evident on his armour he planned to wear later if trouble came, he expected this announcement could get interesting. He would ask Hector and Daphne to be ready for trouble, hope for the best, plan for worst, he had spent far too many days on crowd control, security duty and so on in a tense capital. The King in recent years had not been the most conductive to that. He hoped the Auralians knew what doing but would not count on it.

“Il take them” He said, dropping the appropriate amount of coin into a counter bowl looking at the prices and placing the items carefully into a satchel bag, the quill went into a softer Leather slot to protect it, it was certainly different but a strong quill and quite large. Its point looked well honed and shaped well for precision. “Good quality” He remarked to himself as he turned to leave, having placed the items away with a level of care of an artist not quite a match with the soldiers expectations. "Good day Postmaster" He said a little stiffly, he was a Blightborn, but he refused to look like a savage in front of him and stuck to the Diplomatic answer.

He turned to leave getting the clear dismissal.



“I'd rather not end up discovering if the town has a jail yet.” Persephone said easily. Not wanting to cause a drama by just claiming her bags, especially when they start a whole hunt for a thief that did not even exist.

Glancing at his hand, her expression turned a little more serious and was used to seeing all kinds of injuries and dealing with them herself as required to stay alive. “A good job indeed. You know your craft Miss Eris” approving of the bandaged application having seen far worse in her years, the town has a good healer and where they where they might just need such services.

She picked up on the Miss, no one had denied being a couple though or said to be already married etc. They were older than her kids and they knew what they were getting into. She could appreciate the comfort of a lover in this place, so far from home, civilization and so close to danger. “Thank you, I would appreciate it, a lot easier than having to find them myself. Lead on Mr Taru.”

The woman turned to her and seemed nervous, no… embarrassed, nervous and more mixed. She shook her head softly. “I am not really sure what my role is. I arrived from the Fort seeking aid, I happened to find my partner Lord Coswain was here, but I hope in the best way, it remains more social than a professional meeting.” She really hoped she did not end up needing a healer for a while, once was enough and she had been pretty out of it when she arrived.

“Thankyou Eris.” She said using her name to show she remembered it. “If you need help, you have it. I am not a formal healer but I learned enough from 2 kids, a grandchild and my service to at least help.” Persephone could help with that, she had to treat everything from a battlefield wound to a scraped knee, she was not trained formally but life had thrown so much her way you just had to adapt.

“Handsome man, bit too young for me, keep hold of thaf one.’ ” She said so quietly that only Eris could hear her before turning to follow Taru, she had a good perception of people and Taru seemed to be one of the good ones and did not raise alarms, probably hard working and skilled to be chosen as stable master.

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