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Mailliw73

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  1. Anyone know of any of my characters who need to be taken care of before I leave? I've got some time this week to write.
  2. Ela: The streets were cramped with merchant stalls. Saomi made her way through the crowd, shoving softly between the press of peddlers. She slinked to the shadows cast by the silently foreboding walls of the fallen city. Elantris had been a dream, once. Gods ruling kindly, healing and giving freely. Anyone in Arelon had the chance to become one. Hope had kept the street children cleaner and more honest than those anywhere else. But hope was an illusion. Elantris's had fallen away now and the brutality of reality was sinking in. When men ruled, there was always corruption. Iadon was no better than most. Saomi crept towards the walls of hell. When she arrived at her lean-to, she counted her earnings for the day. One pearl bracelet, three daggers, two oranges, and twelve scraps of bread. Enough for one day. That was all that mattered. Today. Tomorrow might never come for those living on the streets, so Saomi had learned long ago to stop worrying about the future. When Kairan had been taken, she had narrowed her focus to the now. If she thought of yesterday, grief would overcome her. If she thought of tomorrow, panic would. Today was it. Today, today, today. Eat, steal, survive. I decided I'd do some RP for my original character, since she's not as comical as Esheo.
  3. Esheo was a man doomed from birth. His parents had named him in a most unfortunate way. Gift of Death. Could there be a worse name to bestow upon your child as you bring him into the world? The first tragedy came moments after his naming. His father died, inexplicably, of a heart attack at Esheo's mother's side, leaving her a newly widowed mother. Esheo's mother died when he was eight. He lived on the streets of Kae, thieving for survival. Anyone he befriended died within a year of meeting him. Esheo was a curse. Esheo ventured into Elantris before the Reod and had tried to enlist the help of an Elantrian scholar to discover why and how this tragic curse had been placed upon him. None believed him. Every beseeched-upon student told Esheo it was just a superstition. Except one. Shaorao, also name-cursed (though only with a rhyming name), was a smallish man. He believed in the name curse and the evidences Esheo brought to him cemented his belief. Words were power and Aons were more so than normal. Why shouldn't they carry power in names? Studying others with strange names, they found that any girls names Naera had eyesight clearer than most. Those named Sheol never lived past thirty. Taons were always the first in lines. Shaorao and Esheo studied this phenomenon to their dismay. It seemed they were onto a discovery none had ever before seen, but there was no cure they found. How could one change their name? It seemed that the love and devotion parents felt in the moments after having their child summoned awe-inspiring amounts of the Dor that were shaped when the child was given a name. Esheo now only desired to know what his name meant for his life? Was he to make a gift of his death or was he to be the gift of death?
  4. Whatever you want to write about works for me. Yeah, it's next week. Tuesday morning will be the last time I'm on.
  5. @Comatose Hey, I'm quickly running out of time on the Shard. Any estimates on that sample?
  6. There wasn't a reason not to protect. I could make the kill and protect someone else and then use that protection to my advantage.
  7. So you know, @Amanuensis I did actually protect El. It started as we had no starting Senators. So I decided to protect someone I would buddy up with just a bit, siding with El over Aman, protecting her in case I needed an alibi or needed to frame someone. No one knew you could actually take two actions, so I figured claiming to protect would clear me a bit. Then when I revealed myself, I just told the truth, knowing some of it would be thought to be a lie.
  8. ^That's what I was going to say.
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