"Attractive was a way most described her, when able to see beyond the track marks in her arms and her alcohol stained teeth. Susan Gampre, Madam of the Sisters in Sin. A whore. A mother. A sister. Paving a road for future generations, leading her people into a new era filled with freedom to be yourself, to love who you wish, to fuck who you wish, to do whatever you wish without fear or hesitation." - Fc Kristen Stewart, A/H WrA
I’m not entirely sure what good this will do, but I absolutely will NOT sit by and let it go without discussion.
On one of my ventures between servers to speak to some old friends, I happened across a horrible sight. Melrony Crime Family spread to WrA. Let me tell you how angry I got when I saw that.
Not only is this guild ran by a shitty man who will harass you OOC, but he is also known and proven to ERP knowingly with MINORS. You want proof? Message me. I’m part of the reason that guild is no longer on Moon Guard. I feel terrible for the current members, but this is abhorrent.
Please, get your friends away from that disaster guild. While on MG, those officers harassed their members and made them feel like shit. Upon leaving, they were treated like shit and made to feel like they couldn’t even log onto the game without some nasty, hateful shit whispered. I even received some hate after creating my own guild and taking in members who didn’t feel welcome in their ranks. I still receive hate from old Melrony members on alts.
I was never a part of this guild, but I watched as many of my friends were destroyed by them. I lost an RP partner for the better part of a year over that guild. I’m fucking glad they’re off MG, but I worry for WrA.
Please, spread this fucking word. Selvatore Melrony can eat my shit.
I’m reaching out to see the exact information, but I will say that my observations of Melrony have confirmed several aspects of Daria’s claims and I do recommend high levels of caution around them.
The following story was a collab RP between @edwinxerathi@eilitheduskbringer and myself! It has been formatted and written in the third person for the full effect of everyone’s roleplay contribution!
The voice was soft though affirming, an aim to acknowledge the lazily lounging Madam who had taken to simply resting upon the sidewalk, just outside of the PIg and Whistle Tavern. There was some issue regarding the Madam’s lack of sufficient strength to maneuver her chair up the many steps separating the sidewalk from the business’s entrance.
Despite the sudden remark in her direction, the Madam did not stir from her posture. She was, after all, comfortable. Which was a rare occurrence in her week since returning home.
She had remained with her chin in her palm, elbow resting atop the appropriate arm of her wheelchair. Heavily she was leaned back into the cushion wheelchair’s back, her posture stiff with her left leg crossed over her right thigh. However, despite her no attempt to look toward the speaker right away, the Madam sprouted into a tempered smile, humming in response, “You know… I came here specifically in the hope that I would see you, dear Eilithe. I’m content that things have worked out for me in the end, I haven’t even been waiting long.”
Eilithe remained where she was- averting her eyes to the stone across the street.
The kaldorei procced to rub the fingers of her tattooed left hand together, “Oh?” Her words came out tensed, swift to clear her throat, “I am glad you are alive, Susan."
Unbeknownst to either woman, from down the street strode forth the snazzily dressed Edwin Xerathi, his lips tugged upward into a half smile in acknowledging toward the tigress as she leaped from her place of rest. Anthrel immediately began to chuff, nuzzling and prodding her maw against Edwin’s hand.
Susan lifted her chin from her hand at this moment, pressing her weight into both elbows now pressed atop the cushioned arms of her chair, shifting herself around in the seat, hands now dropping down to gather the extended spokes attached to her chairs larger wheels, beginning to coax herself around to better face Eilthe– And the kaldorei acknowledged no startling changes of the Madam. In fact, the only difference to her was tanner skin and bleach, shortened hair.
Instead, Susan was invested in Eilithe, remarking rather bluntly: “Let’s speak in private.”
This letter would be multiplied and sent to three different individuals dubbed as Murkey McCree, Lochlan Almash, and Cypris Nightingale. Within the letter is a specific address written, the address being the location of which Susan has requested to meet each three receipents.
On each of the letters some of the words bare smudges, as well as random spots of which the ink had run from what is to be presumed tear drops, otherwise the letters are written efficently and quickly in somewhat sloppy handwriting.
The letters read as follows:
To The Beloved Friend of Tomen Dawes,
My heart is heavy even as I write this. A part of me cannot even find joy in the fact that I am writing at all, given the topic of which I am referencing. It is nothing I wish to speak to you through a mere letter– This requires a face to face.
I’d like to welcome you to my father’s shop within the Dawrven District. Please arrive by six in the evening tomorrow night.
The following story was a collab RP between @edwinxerathi@eilitheduskbringer and myself! It has been formatted and written in the third person for the full effect of everyone’s roleplay contribution!
The voice was soft though affirming, an aim to acknowledge the lazily lounging Madam who had taken to simply resting upon the sidewalk, just outside of the PIg and Whistle Tavern. There was some issue regarding the Madam’s lack of sufficient strength to maneuver her chair up the many steps separating the sidewalk from the business’s entrance.
Despite the sudden remark in her direction, the Madam did not stir from her posture. She was, after all, comfortable. Which was a rare occurrence in her week since returning home.
She had remained with her chin in her palm, elbow resting atop the appropriate arm of her wheelchair. Heavily she was leaned back into the cushion wheelchair’s back, her posture stiff with her left leg crossed over her right thigh. However, despite her no attempt to look toward the speaker right away, the Madam sprouted into a tempered smile, humming in response, “You know… I came here specifically in the hope that I would see you, dear Eilithe. I’m content that things have worked out for me in the end, I haven’t even been waiting long.”
Eilithe remained where she was- averting her eyes to the stone across the street.
The kaldorei procced to rub the fingers of her tattooed left hand together, "Oh?” Her words came out tensed, swift to clear her throat, “I am glad you are alive, Susan."
Unbeknownst to either woman, from down the street strode forth the snazzily dressed Edwin Xerathi, his lips tugged upward into a half smile in acknowledging toward the tigress as she leaped from her place of rest. Anthrel immediately began to chuff, nuzzling and prodding her maw against Edwin’s hand.
Susan lifted her chin from her hand at this moment, pressing her weight into both elbows now pressed atop the cushioned arms of her chair, shifting herself around in the seat, hands now dropping down to gather the extended spokes attached to her chairs larger wheels, beginning to coax herself around to better face Eilthe– And the kaldorei acknowledged no startling changes of the Madam. In fact, the only difference to her was tanner skin and bleach, shortened hair.
Instead, Susan was invested in Eilithe, remarking rather bluntly: “Let’s speak in private.”
