Zephyrus the Priestess

oh my potatoes finally somebody who understands. I always pick Piplup as a started in Platinum for that very reason too <3 welcome to Reborn, by the way, blue-penguin brother \o/ wolololoooo

Checked and taken care of, tenfold. <3 Welcome to Reborn \o/ I hope you like the color blue not that it really matters! Wololoooo

wololo to reborn \o/

I'm in no rush, by the way, so feel free to take your time with the Mystique update. Summer classes have started, so I'm trying to make it a point to be on less and to focus on studying (... I'm trying with that last part shh). XD

eeeeeeeeeeee I can't wait to get to my tablet and pen set to practice these techniques. You've no idea how I'm grateful for this tutorial. <3 thank you so much

keep hoping As we've got a lot of skilled competitive battlers (frequency and numbers depend on the time of day/night though), I'm sure you'll have a blast on our server. ~ welcome to Reborn \o/ welcome to bluelolololo

you and me both, friend The Roleplaying and Creative Writing forums welcome you and all (aspiring) writers with open arms ~ welcome to Reborn \o/ wololololololololo. Now you're... yellow? ._. well, shi--

ayyyy person. Good to hear you're all better now (I hope)! and that's right it's time to welcome back C: I trust you're still blue?

"RE: Afterword" (Alternative titles: "To The Writer", "A Thank You", "A Kind of Long Poem But Not As Long As Untitled #40515.357", "Sort-of-Bluntest Shiet Yet") A Note: Dear writer, this is addressed to you You, that's right, you, the talented who wrote. But before anything else I need to make clear I'm afraid I'll never have the courage to talk of these things In person. And to be honest, I really, really, really fear That I've misunderstood them being for me (that thought kinda stings). Nonetheless I'd also like to clarify to you With all the gut and nonexistent grace that I can muster: Thank you. For picking me up whenever I'm blue. For the beautiful words that have me flounder and flustered. Truthfully, I envy that girl for whom you seem to write. I... Kind of dreamed to be flattered that way, every night. It's ridiculously romantic and unfitting of me, I know. Hell, I don't even know why I'm admitting this, but it's no mere show. ... No other's ever actually delighted me this deeply Or made me feel as special. It's not easy at all to rhyme But it's worth it if I can convey that I treasure you dearly. Genuinely. Maybe even more than that. I'll figure it out in time. It'll come in Fragments or so, perhaps Till then, I hope I'm not sinking into a relapse. You know how horrible I am with words, and maybe I'm just overthinking too. Again you probably meant none of yours for me, but regardless, I wanted to put in a reference you might get, so I'll say that to dream is all we need to do. TL;DR: you make me smile and... well, to be cliche but true, light up my darkness.

"Wonder" The blue maiden, she blushed that day; For that day she was bright red instead. The game she had come from was dangerous-- But then again, so was she, even with frail mind and heart-- For it plucked at one's soul and heartstrings and sanity. Ah, had she just been freed only to be trapped again so soon? "How fickle of me," she scolded herself mentally. The blue maiden, she blushed that day; For that day she was bright red instead. But the question, it lingers Even with the answer possibly at her fingers: For whom had the sweet words been penned?

A regret. Regret... one that led her to answering this man's invitation of sorts and to her being caught in between living and dying, so to speak. The latter, strangely, didn't faze the half-Drow horribly; stranger things have happened in the land and lore of Graterras, after all. If heroes could come back to life despite having their souls nearly disintegrated, then Ayla's own being trapped in limbo made enough sense on its own. What baffled her was her "reason" for heeding the call, if she even had any. Surely Lord Draven knew what her purpose for still existing... but he certainly wasn't telling. This man probably wasn't a follower of the Heartless One, either; he'd addressed her as "Draven's Faithful" rather than as a sister in faith and had no message for her from the god, it seemed. Why, then, he wore the feathers of ravens, baffled her, though only minimally. Even so, she fiddled with her own coat's raven's feathers. Thinking back to the moment not so long ago when she felt warmth in her core, she traced her thoughts. Regret certainly did seem like something powerful enough to bring one back from the dead, following the tales of specters and howling wraiths she'd read so often. What she recalled... were bitterness, bewilderment, a general sense of chaos, doubt. The man in violet probably would not see her as the initial look of confusion was swept away, replaced by an expression of resentment, as she pieced together her "regret".

... Oh. Oh my.

... I really need to start watching these Idol animes ><

With mild amusement, Gunther watched as the girls went all wide-eyed when a girl in pigtails walked in. Apparently, it was another one of the idols, but... To be honest, Gunther didn't have a freaking clue as to who this was. It was her mother who was into all the nonsense about celebrities and whatnot; personally, she couldn't really care much. Nevertheless, the lady probably did something great to have gotten the attention of all these girls, and being a performer was tough respectable work... to hear her mother put it, anyway. She could, however, totally get behind Ringo's confidence. "No question about it," she spoke, not moving from her spot by the door, though she shook the drink container she had with her just to mess with the leftover ice cubes inside.

Answered it of her own free will...? A confused look crossed Ayla's face, an eyebrow lifting just a little bit. It seemed that this peculiar man was just as lost as she was with regards to what in the ever-loving pits of hell she was doing there. "Am I not dead?" she asked aloud, gesturing to herself-- a wasted gesture, perhaps, as she followed the Lord in Violet from behind.

It was true; she wasn't a talker by nature. The only time she spoke was when it was something her body could not communicate. Speech gave less away and language could only convey so much. For this reason, she tilted her head and peered curiously-- maybe questioningly, rather-- at the Lord in Violet when he said "invitation" and "Hall of Sorrow", though she guessed that the latter was what the strange keep ahead was. The Drow had no memory of an invitation, much less to a Hall of Sorrow.

Not for a second did Ayla's rigid muscles relax as she watched the man bow. That position would've left him easy to strike down, left him vulnerable, unless he had the reflexes and magic to protect himself... but, evidently, this man knew how to carry himself. Either way, it didn't seem like he was about to attack. He called himself "Lord", right? And that meant that he owned the domain. In response to his question, Ayla shook her head and her shoulders twitched in a tiny shrug as she forced herself to relax just a tiny bit. The beads, amidst the raven's feathers in her snowy hair, clicked softly as they made contact with each other.

yes Kuna I do read the tags tyvm lol

(insert witty welcoming remark here) jk it's okay, we all start off somewhere. I hope that you'll find us to be a hearty and welcoming community though ~ anyway welcome to Reborn \o/ here have a blue shuckle WOLOLOOOO

Cold. She felt it biting at her being... if one could call it that. O Heartless One... The frigid nothingness surrounded her; that was all she could see and feel. Or had she simply gone blind, deaf, unable to smell? There was nothing but cold, cold, cold to pick up on. She could not even remember her name. My god, why hath thou forsaken me? Somewhere, somebody lamented. Perhaps she hadn't gone deaf after all... Or was she imagining things? Did I not serve you well? Am I not worthy of entering into your kingdom? The thought echoed in her mind. It felt like it was hers, that it came from her. It was such a sorrowful voice. What caused this grief? Grief. The sound of somebody's crying. Tears streaking down a woman's face. She died alone. Alone, while somebody mourned for the one who killed her. Vaguely she recalled having her throat slit, spilling her life and essence, the soul of a huntress... The soul and being of a black panther. But not before she tore and slew the... madwoman. It was underneath a bright moon. Madness... Lunacy. So much blood had been spilled that night of insanity. Not even raven's feathers came down to adorn her in her death. My god, my god, why hath thou forsaken me? Lord Draven. Did I not prove myself? Did I not carry out your will? The cries of ravens suddenly pierced the abyss. She searched, in the hope that she would be purged of the cold and to be finally at her lord Draven's side. Amidst the familiar calls of ravens and the flapping of their wings, she felt a faint pulse. It grew, with every passing moment, to a powerful throbbing sensation. Warmth. Warmth. It burned and surged through her... a little too intensely. The memories of feeling cheated and alone, even at her death, almost took her in the darkness. Fury welled up in her, as well as sorrow. They were momentarily quelled by confusion. Wasn't one's life supposed to flash by before death, not during or after? Her memories... Who she was was still catching up to her as she took form under the cover of starlight. How she longed to stay down and just watch the beauty of the heavens. The desire to stay down vanquished, however, she was alerted to the sounds of somebody approaching and the sounds of... clicking even as the rain fell. When she stood, she saw a figure clothed in purple and adorned with the bones of a bird and with beads. He spoke, and she tried to recall if "The Lord in Violet" ever was a title of the god Draven... though right as he asked for her name, it came to her in a snap. The final piece to who she was. But was she to trust this mysterious figure? What purpose did the Heartless One have for her now? "Ayla Ryssyl," she said, warily, eyeing the figure from head to toe. Her eyes regarded him with suspicion, and her body was tense as though she were ready to strike or pounce immediately if needed.

Well then. Looks like we've got ourselves a peppy RPer. You'll fit right in then. xD anyway welcome to Reborn \o/ do you like blue nah that's not even a question cause you're blue now wololoooo

HIYA UNCLE COHINGTOOON same to all these things except for the being a guy part as well as the antisocial for my tastes part Rather, I'm too lazy for my own good. I'm fine with the friends I have and my ability to socialize... I think. I've seen you around, so I trust you know your way around by now, da? Anyway, welcome to Reborn ~ \o/ here lemme whap you on the head and give you free wololoooooo

yesssss teach me I don't really get much access to a tablet-and-pen set nowadays since I've been going to school again, so I can't really practice much actually. But I'd be interested to see a livestream from you... if uh, I could make it >> cause timezones are a thing and I'm literally on the other side of the world...

the game's really slow on my laptop too, so I don't play it much... though that doesn't mean I'm giving up on it forever. XD yes I like you for these things too \o/ anyway welcome to Reborn pls take your mandatory free conversion to blue \o/ wololo