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Glimmering in the fading, dying firelight, the jewels in the ring winked a deep bood-red, beckoning. Seducing. Begging to be taken by trained fingers. She was no one to deny them. From her hiding spot in the shadows of an alcove in the wall, Kaela Bryant wet her dry lips and tried to quiet her thund...

-Pharun, for working on character depth and change with an rp reason. ;) -Although I did not play with her, I was around for a bit and would like to say that I find Maggie extremely talented and better than t.v. :P -Millen, because he is just crazy enough to pull off his character concept. -The liza...

I really enjoyed "Millen's" roleplay. Thanks for the awesome fight. Got intense.

Please accept the following votes for

Shandariel
Moathia
Misjilah

Ashaeria Greybone Ivan

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I would like to enter my votes for

Misjilah
Shandariel
Isilwen

-Galdor Telemnar-

I have read the notes from each candidate and have talked to my fellow elves of the personalities of the elves running. I should like to cast my votes for: Thalodos Artemetus Moathia Isilwen Ashaeria Greybone Ivan ___________________________________________________________________ I would like to en...

Ashaeria spent much of time about the castle or in the woods, always looking out for one of three men. Dha she was always happy to see as her strong, independent side came out when she was with him. Nede always made her feel loved and protected, even though she was just as protective of him. And no...

Ash sits with her brother, Dhaeraow, in front of the castle. He is just mentioning that he thinks he has seen Nedeko's bird when the elfess sets her ice blue eyes on a cloaked figure who is walking toward them. Her heart thrums hard in her chest as she leaps up and into the figure's arms. My brother...

Ashaeria rises from the forest floor with a cat-like stretch. She looks about her, remembering how she came to this place. Oh, yes. Dha. She spends a moment wondering where he migh be before her keen ice-blue eyes catch the faintest of footprints heading in the direction of the castle. She smiles to...

Slender fingers brush at dirt and dust on a blood-red gown. Ashaeria sighs and continues, stepping lightly. She can hear not too far ahead of her a terrible racket. Humans. Swords. Orcs? Yes. The castle was a good place to start. As she arrives in the middle of the large group, she is shuffled quic...

Ashaeria steps lightly onto the docks. She straightens her back, taking in the area. She raises her brows slightly to the inactivity but shrugs it off. Her hair is long and so light a blone that it appears to be bordering on white. It blows in the gentle breeze and Ashaeria gives a small shiver. You...