Yevin

Hey

Apparently my account is marked as possible spam and so I need to make a forum post.

After 4 years, I’m sort of back.
So
Hey.

Missing

Sa'di. Cousin of Medea. Current fiance to Tchalla, prince of Lions. Devious & silver-tongued. Proud & competitive. Compassionate & kind to a limited few. Loves a good joke. Advanced flyer. Greatest magic-user in history of Mushin but not openly known to lion clan. Loves to tell stories and dance when drunk. Uses sarcasm to distance self from others. Head of 13th house but many question the validity of the house since tradition states 12 houses within the Mushin clan.
Remarkably blue eyes which is not common among Mushin.
Half Mushin. Many question his other side because the origins of his mother is not clear. Spitting image of his mother.
Has never killed another human.

Master of bow and arrow. Master of pole fighting (redirecting).
Cooks. Speaks Mushin and Common, possibly others. Not lion.

Missing

Medea. Sa'di's cousin. Oldest of the family. Holds grudges. Angry. Cold-hearted. Very open with contempt for the lion clan and for some members of the mushin clan.


[no name yet] Sister of Medea. Quiet. Soft-spoken if she speaks at all. Youngest. Fragile. Is never seen without sister below. Appears distant.


[no name yet] Second sister of Medea. Talkative. Curious. Cannot keep a secret long. Is never seen without sister above. Adores cute things.


Adiya. Mother of Medea and others. Natural host. Generous. Follows older traditions of Mushin. Mistress of First House. Aids Master of First House but does not make final decisions. Enjoys her jewelry and often has her hair dressed with intricate pieces.


Sahib. Current leader of Mushin clan and Master of First House. No longer a warrior. Now is a crippled old man who appears to have a hard time keeping up with the present. Sword has been cast aside for a cane made from a particular tree's roots. Adiya tends to his final days. Was once thought to be the last of magic-users. Used to be the greatest magic-user but now can barely do anything.

Missing

The great marshes and forest the mushin reside in.



A piece of their city



Another image of the marshes with some cliffs where their winged mounts typically reside.



Mountains where they produce their precious metals.



Sa'di's house. The 13th house of the mushin clan. (has some importance)

The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

:)
I've been busy. I'm sorry. I don't know if I can re-continue our thing here. I just popped on b/c I suddenly remembered this site. I wanted to check up on you guys and also apologize.

The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

Yes, they are.

The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

Quite unlike the rest of his peers and friends, Fonsus was undisturbed by the looming tests ahead. However, he kept to his word with River and conquered the piling homework during study hall. His grades miraculously rose as he put almost as much effort into the classes as his experiments. Which his mother was joyful to hear and was surprisingly eager to invite Richard and River over.

Currently, Fonsus frowned at Gus. He sat at a table in the club, being unusually still and quiet. No muttering under his breath or scratching of a quill. No books splayed around him. No catastrophic end of another failed spell crackling in the air.

He was a statue. It was hard to tell if he was breathing until he lifted his head and turned to his friends, and Cae.

“What if it’s a dead end?” He finally voiced his worry. He spoke about their upcoming adventure. “What do we do then? It’s a long shot already. I don’t really want to bring negativity to the table. But I just can’t not think about it.”

The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

haha
speaking of numbers mine actually just changed.
.-.

anyways
that was a pathetic post but I forgot what we were going to do. I know the vancover trip and other stuff. But was there something specific we were going to do this day?
Research? Painting?

The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

“Haha. Funny, Rich. You crack my side.” Fonsus said in a sarcastic and dry tone. Despite his refusal, the idea was scratched on the paper, as a backup. “Great. So, it’s basically set in stone.” There was some more scratching on the paper. Then Fonsus shut the book and stuffed it away before Gus managed to bite off a corner of the page. He gave the turtle a piece of carrot. He noticed, not intentionally, that River seemed preoccupied. “You okay?”

The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

Sooooo
gisk
I heard you and eyeris met up!
and that there were pics! Show me!
please?
also, gimme yo number
I have eyeris'