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Lairia is found in Borgate's basement. She has been murdered obviously, her beautiful face being ruined by a brutal cut. The knife remains in her body, while the puddle of blood slowly reaches the door...

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One month ago The carriage got to the Rothman estates at dusk. The trees casted long clouds over the stony road and the air was thin and cold, biting in Lairia’s lungs as she stepped out and breathed through. A beautiful evening lowered over the Rothmans' domicile. Still, Lairia had the impression ...

Thx to Liam Henneghan and Fayne, the *new* one. Hate you both!

((seriously, awesome intense rp, but it was too much for Lairia, she had to back off, otherwise she would have lost her temper far worse! I am proud I managed to give her that classy leaving ))

Her smile is cooly for the outstander, but her warm eyes, sapphire as ever, tell something different as she replies: "I can look after myself, Chancellor ." She then tilts her head, throwing back her hood, and blinks towards him, reassuring herself that no one pays any attention to them st...

Tock. Tock. Tock. Lairia looked up, her green dress hided tonight by a fine, black cloak with hood, covering most of her features as well. There were too many orcs and other vermin around in Bane's nightly streets. One single streak of her silky red hair fell out of the hood, and shone in the light...

As the others stated above:

Liam and Seamus Henneghan, and my dear brother you were great!

Danke an den süssen kleinen Lizard Zarol, der mir die halbe Nacht nachlief, es war sehr schön mit dir!

*A beautiful, red haired woman comes casually, bringing Julius some bread, ham and wine.*

*everything underneath Julius' Rothmans last message has been ripped off, the remains have disappeared somehow. Strangely enough, the person ripping them off was a child, seemingly living on the street.*

*The message on top has been ripped of*

You can bet on that one

And there we go, flame queen pushes it oocly...

Relax, Pella, you don't have to read this if you don't want to, no one forces you. Perhaps it would be nice not to call anyone an *annoying bastard* you don't know, hm?

After three days of storm, terribble for Lairia, who had never experienced something like this before, but not terribble enough to actually harm the ship, they sighted land. As she heard the seaman's call, the young woman rushed on deck to watch it with her own eyes. After three weeks of water surro...

Why exactly do we need every Rothman we can get? WE is a big word. I meant *we* as the Rothman POs... Not *we* as the Illla community. Okay? Because this is actual a Rothman thread about a Rothman meeting. It was not intended to end in a flame war, or in the typical OOC whining about Rothmans and t...

What???

Boys, you have not been arguing one with another, just about the divided power inbetween the family? Please no... We need every Rothman we can get, I am sure!

She sat in her cabin, bored and tired, but also too nervous about the future to actually fall asleep. She knew well that this was exactly the attitude her father condemned about her. Her mind was not set at the here and now. It was in the future, it wandered to places she had yet not been, and paint...

Salt on her lips, and water soaking her cloak. Lairia sighed while she stood at the ship’s bow, staring into the darkness before them. Thinking. Staring. Nothing . It was not upon her to question her father’s decision. Not upon her to deny his order. Her path had been chosen, by him. He had already ...