Jancis

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Jancis was exhausted. The past few suns were overwhelming, a true test of her endurance. She was bruised and beaten, mentally and physically, and had not the time to stop. But she managed, at the end of all things, at the very last breaths, her room was re-arranged. Thaliak only knew how the enormous wardrobe moved at her bidding and lifting, but it had. It within itself was nearly a room; and her belongings and extra supplies barely made a dent to fill its shelves and drawers. She wasn't sure how she earned such handiwork from Master Vann, but it truly was a functional work of art. Her room was filling up and Jancis felt like the Sultana herself. It smelled like warm chestnut and flowers. Laying down, she gasps, feeling herself sink down into the soft fur around her. It was warm and comforting; the extra quilting wrapping around her form. A small smile managed on her lips, it was grateful and humble. Otto Vann had brought it here himself, his fancy clothes crinkling from the labor it was not cut for. He was truly strong, even if no one saw it, and Jancis had a rare glimpse at the highlander's capabilities. And it was for her sake. He had made her a bed; one specifically for her. After all that had happened, all the blood and misery, the hours of walking, the burns and wounds, this... it was the reward of a hero. Closing her eyes, Jancis immediately fell asleep. [align=center][/align]

:cry: ... where's Igloo? Really? It's fine when I get home I'll see if I can find one of her there. Yes thank you for getting everyone into groups. The group I was in ran very smoothly and it was a lot of fun. Also, in a more IC'ly intended shout out: Here's a big F-U to Kakaru for healing Iron Sea. That potion literally saved him from being knocked out COLD. Lalalalala... cold.... Igloo.... cold...okay. Edda, Igloo's princess, why were you taken to another castle? Le Weep

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Aww look at that bird. I can put a face to that chirp now! Here's a kitten shot of Miles and Jenny. They're good posers. [align=center][/align]

I too have seen more of those little minions! Is this a new cult?!

That's really my speed, especially here at work. I try to have Jancis write people so pen pal sounds like fun! And yes here please. I can also send little in-game bitlits... but that mailbox is fail. :frustrated: Also, it takes me at least five minutes to read anything I've seen from Val.

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Box of oranges and Letter to the Hourglass Inn addressed to Coatleque Crofte. Dear Cici, I dare hope you are taking a break from such royal duties you have upon your charge and are spending more time under Lady Momodi's hospitality. I know you enjoy fruits and have procured some of the best from the last harvest. I dare say as the season turns it shall be time to enjoy the bounty of squash and apples and the colors are so vivid that surely the elements will be in good spirits. Alas, I wish I could claim the same for Sir Iono. I have asked about him with some of the ranks in the Maelstrom, but they do not have any news upon the man. He has been in my mind much of late, like a turmoil of a summer storm with a small calm within the eye and I am coming to and from it. I simply cannot draw my thoughts from him. You recall the portrait? Though it is in storage, he was one of the first I went to for advice. I feel quite selfish about the incident now; though at first his reaction was attentive it was as if he was pulled away. He hastily left after acting quite peculiar, as if he was bothered by my request and had not the heart to say so. No, I cannot believe that; Oscare would not dismiss me so. Has anyone else spoken of him or his condition? I went to check on his wellness after he was overwhelmed by rage. He was so apologetic and meek that my heart swelled with concern. Have you ever seen him without his makeup? Or his glasses? As if he tried to keep such knowledge away from Thaliak's own view there are scars, like cracks in a drying riverbed of silt, all across the area around his eyes. Those eyes! Pray forgive me and my restless thoughts. They are violet. Rich and dark, much like his skin tone, but violet nonetheless. It was startling and all too familiar. While I am speaking of startling, he is quite tall. The other day I had to flip him over as he had broken his nose, and he is so much larger than I, the contrast of my hand upon his is quite easy to distinguish. Surely has his company not been close it would have been more work. Speaking of his company, they must be very protective. For when I went to check upon him, their bartender had me leave after a short time. I feel as if an intruder when I walk by in the Goblet and I view from afar. They must know something that is beyond me; something Oscare has told them of my person. I must have wounded this man; I am lost on how to ask for forgiveness for my ignorance, but each time I have seen him since he has vanished. The last time I was, in truth, quite happy. He had surprised me, covering my eyes as I watched one of the brawls outside of the Jewel, and though I was taken aback at first I was overjoyed as I heard the warm confidence of Oscare's voice. His hands are rough, and it is as if he realizes such, for he kept them away from my eyes just far enough while blocking my sight. We spoke briefly, and then, he fled apologizing over and over. What am I to do? I have since written his family of my concerns. Per chance if I continue to apologize then he will think greater of me. Pray that is another selfish thought; surely he has his reasons. I more wish for his head to be held high and to show that confidence I grew so fond of. If I leave him be, shall he flourish? Thaliak hides such answers from me. I do miss you, Cici, and speaking through the night. I shall keep you in my thoughts and hopefully find peace in them. Be safe and well, Jancis

That sounds like a very creative idea to me and can also help with streamlining some basic things if it's something a character commonly does. I kind of do something similar with Jancis' conjurer ability to heal where she has natural items on her person or weaved into her gloves so she can heal without having to hit/point at everyone with a wand or a staff if she can touch them. She'll also conjure water to knock people away from her, but beyond being in physical touching range she'd need a true natural weapon to be of any magical use. I wonder if that ink would have any side effects of being in the skin. Another creative way to view it. Or if someone else knew the spell and saw it could use it against the inked arcanist? What a twist!

Jancis did get to hear some of the conversation, and drunken nonsense, about what's going on and at least a bit about why so many Sworn are around. Ready for queue when needed .

((Please PM if interested in one of these letters. Some of them are given by hand, others through the system, so it is possible for some of the letters to be compromised:read, found, stolen, etc.)) Letter sent in the mail to Lady Coatleque Crofte, Sultansworn Office Dear Cici, I dare say it is frustrating how far Althyk seems from us. The Keeper has not given time for such luxuries as being in close quarters to one another. It is in these darker days that I miss the consolation provided by speaking to you, that I might find some solace upon this parchment is a glimmering hope Thaliak has put to my mind. I have met another of the Jewel by the name of Franz. Do you recall when the little kids of the lane had lost their Cornelia for many suns? I had managed to find the man responsible for saving her! At first, I thought it was only my angle from the grate was making this man appear mighty and bold, yet in person I had the same impression! He is quite tall and sturdy, with the stature of a mighty aldgoat, and his face has this look of muted pain. This time he had his shirt on and had not reason to take it off and I was impressed; his entire demeanor was quite reserved and polite. I do not believe he is from Ala Mhigo despite his features; I simply cannot place him from sight alone. But I am proud that my description to the children was accurate, for he is their hero. The children had me make some items for the man. Dare say we ended up eating four loaves of walnut bread before one was acceptable, and everyone was full, to present to their hero. Alas, were you there to see his face melt into the very vision of a warm loving father looking upon an infant in his hands. At least, I believe that is what I saw, for moments later there was nothing but sorrow in his face. I wonder if the man was filled with drink or if he is but an open soul, for quickly after he admitted about this wife and child he had abandoned and he denied the fact he is a hero for such youth. I know nothing of this man beyond what my eyes have seen, and like a river did these words flow from his mouth. It sounded like a cry, a quiet plea from a lone wolf in the desert. He spoke of his wife and child and I am curious if they are since passed. It is not uncommon in our lives and we are not naive to it, but the way he spoke of it made it sound pathetic and uncooth. Does he not know loss? Is he blind to that which has transpired the past few Turns? What makes his family so paramount beyond his own bias? As quickly as it happened, he must have realized his action and tried to play off the outburst. I care not for lies and these leaves of covering up such thoughts dishonor the Twelve. I must find him once more. Be you know him, bid him well for me. Let him know that such thoughts should not be left to fester within as corruption. Hopefully someone else has found this errant and has brought him peace. And with peace I wish you well. Know what bravery you hold within and the pride I carry at the sound of your name, for I hear it often, and in all things be it misfortune or mistake it is with the best of intentions. Thaliak knows your true heart and find comfort in that until I see you once more. Oh, also, have you seen the teacakes in the house? They are a delight for the tongue! Pray try one when you come visit. Jancis

Your house is awesome with all of the pens and animals. Plus the whole pick axe beacon. Please to add on To Do List wall of signs to remind yourself that you're awesome!

This post sounds like an article about a teen star from Big Bopper/Tiger Beat/generic teen crush fandom magazine. This edition has a poster in the middle of Nero with his quirks and facts. And I might buy it and tape the poster on my closet.:blush:

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I'm pretty sure there's plenty of emotion there in the chocolate. Jancis has left it to a family matter as her attempts are terrible failures when she is able to find him. Plus the past few weeks she's been busy finding a company mate that should hopefully wrap up soon. She will continue to be supportive from afar!

Is not. Considering the last time Jancis spoke to the man he ran off bawling "I'm so sorry" I'm so sorry" he is the louder of the two. Jancis is no help at all. Le Sad Drama *wind swept ocean cliff*

I'm pretty sure Oscare can be counted as a harpy in this case.

Hnaba Jancis was on the heels of the roegadyn in front of her, she didn't give pause to figure out how Tausen fit in the small passageway let alone how he managed to sprint so quickly through it. Hnaba All of them were in an underground tunnel in the central Shroud, chasing the dark-haired miqo'te after she dashed down a hidden door under the fouled rug. The house they had been was desecrated, blood and all matters of waste barely making the space visible and breathable. The very elements themselves were wary of the place and the tremor of the disturbance had reached Gridania and the padjal within. The search for her fellow company mate, her hunter as she had been told, led to this obscene house and to someone she had trusted before. She had broken from the group to find out more information. She had been at this house before them. She had claimed to speak to the guards mere minutes before they did. She had a personal article of their quarry. And now she dashed, hoping to elude them. Jancis did hope the elements would aid her at where ever they ended up. Thaliak only knew what would happen if he was not there. There was a gloomy ray of light as Tausen, Naga, and Jancis jumped from the tunnel. And they found themselves in a tomb... Hnaba!

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I always had the habit of when a mob dies and has its death action, I will physically make sure my character doesn't get hit by the landing body.

Much anxiousness and over-ly polite series of adventures with limitless possibilities!