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People who had arcanism before it was shelved should 100% be grandfathered into this.

Although the cardinal had not known the Queen at all, she welcomed her openly into the seven skies. For she had always looked fondly over all matriarchs both in life and in death. "Rest now, your Majesty. You deserve it and have made your ancestors proud with your rule."

add a archer/ranged class FA that has tiers to make you better at using a ranged weapon, it will give the peasants a incentive to train their aim rather than be master archers from birth. heck you could even add a few melee FA's as well to specialise in certain weapons and fighting styles (although there should probably be a limit for how many of these feats can be taken)

Mathi Lensul'em stood in the village, gazing up at the city as she read the proclamation. "The stars have blessed us with abright future under Princess Iryne's rule." She murmured, feeling a surge of pride. Turning to her aide, she declared, "Spread the news to every corner of our land. Celia'nor's prosperity is assured with such promising leadership." Ay'Celia'nor! Ay'Illthrak! Mathi Lensul'em Councilor, Parir, Treasurer and head of the Lensul'em talonii

While this might be true, it's not promoted by the server. I think in the time I've been on the server, maybe getting towards year two, I've had one combat encounter where bows were treated as honour. I've not attended a single ST event were ranged was in any way honour, yet those events have the greatest impact on the perception of how we should crp. My problem with archery or any ranged, then, is that ST do not treat it as a valuable skill in encounters and reduce ranged characters to rolls in their events while permitting melee ones to honour throughout even though each bow shot is expensive in emote count compared to the average swing - and frankly every melee character manages to be proficient in melee without questions asked. I personally don't mind if we have an extra modifier system for bow mastery, but I would generally prefer for bows to be treated as honour, and potions too where it would be reasonable to do so. I think when someone picked up a random object not intended for throwing - that is fair to put to rng. The attitude towards bowing needs to change. I really, really like the idea of a ranger character but the way it's treated it just an active deterrent because no matter how much I invest my character into mastering the bow, will always be equally good as level 1 Joe who's never shot a bow before. I think if all characters are rolling in the event then sure, that's fair. But if ranged alone is being singled out to have a 50/50 or worse chance to flub entirely, or the strikes end up meaning little because arrows are treated like pebbles even if they do hit, then that fundamentally needs to change. Tl;Dr I think ranged should be treated as honour especially by ST to promote acceptance of bows as honour-worthy.

I don't disagree with the principle of the amendment but this feels like a VERY minor and unnoticeable tell

Klog is distraught, killing humans by the dozen at the news of his brother's passing. "Dey flat mi bruddah... agh now dey will get da wagh dey zho dezire..."

An elf of Ashwood descent wonders what would happen should he show his face, after all this time. . .

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"Mm, peaches," the child, Sylvie, hadn't seemed to have fully understood the missive, and was just sad that the ferrymen stole her mother's peaches, they would have to make apple pie instead.

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how could itdontmatta do this to us

Near the outer pillars of the Cloud Temple, a debonair gentleman lay nestled in the bushes, seeking solace from his drunken headache. His diminutive yet exquisitely charming journal rested nearby, its pages holding just one diary entry. Perhaps, while he is unconscious, you pick it up and read it. 11 Snow’s Madiden, 183 s.a.[1] I write this seated, leaning against the pillar across the aisle from the hookah stand at the mouth of Aevos. The Cloud Temple is quiet today. Though, such has become common now. Today is another day[2] Once again I find myself here. I am drunk. Surrounded by the stillness that has become all too familiar. This is such a sacred place. It was alive. Only the sacred things can live in death. I’m rambling.[3] How can one ramble in his own journal? I miss it. To speak of longing for another seems overly dramatic in my case. I have not known such yearning. A less sorrowful admission might be that I do not falter or quiver at hearing a once warm name cooled by destiny or fate, or perhaps by a fleeting gaze after a brawnier man (among other reasons). Honestly, what I miss the most is something I never experienced. My father’s father re-enacted memorable events and told great stories about commotions around the Cloud Temple of Almaris. It might seem dramatic to feel this way about a Temple. However, if I personify myself as the temple itself (which I do), then I would simply say that I am a soul yearning for love. A love I have not had in a very, very long time. Perhaps it is dramatic to miss the once constant sounds of the Temple. But, if I were to think of myself as the temple itself, personified (I do), then what I could articulate is that I am simply a soul who misses being loved. This could be good evidence for why I have never found anyone. I (the temple) yearn for everyone, everywhere, all at once. That could be a good theatrical performance, if I ever see it. The young monk has learned my routine and will likely be by with a vial to soothe the burning in my belly and mind, mostly from the alcohol, and help me sleep. To none but me. Ech. [1] A misspelling of Maiden is corrected. [2] These words are discernible only to those with excellent vision. They are heavily crossed out, almost with a sense of anger. [3] These words are smudged, likely by a thumb.

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[!] Notices were tacked up on the boards of Vikela, Lurin, Vortice, Dunfarthing and Amathine, though surely more had spread across the continent of Aevos. The Vortician Council is looking to put together a team of spelunkers for the next expedition into the depths of Vortice. If you are interested in exploring the underground of Talon's Roost, and the possibility of finding treasure and making ecological discoveries to document and profit off of, please meet in the capital during the month of Malin's Welcome. Gear, including rope, lanterns, and packed medical kits will be provided. It is recommended you bring respirators or masks, heavy padded clothing, and something to defend yourself with, as we are facing the unknown with this descent.

Theo reads over the missive with great surprise. "I wonder - would this have happened if that paper had not been published?" he wonders aloud as he steps back from the pinned note. The young Assemblyman shakes his head as he lets out a deep sigh. "May the royal family move on from this with as much comfort as they can provide for each other." he mumbles as he walks away.

EDICT OF MILITARY EMERGENCY Mandated by the Obsidian Throne As of the 9th of Dungrimm’s Call, it is ordered that the Grand Kingdom of Urguan shall undergo a state of military emergency, to ensure the safety of the Khazadmar in response to the Darkstalker threat. All abled-bodied Dwarves over the age of 18 are summoned to enlist within the Legion as Grunts; report to your nearest officer for information. New recruits will be granted rations, equipment and legion bunks. Yrromar are also encouraged to enlist within the Legion as auxiliaries to help defend the lands of Urguan against threats that imperil them. A curfew is ordered: Dwarves in the workforce or otherwise undergoing private enterprise are advised not to leave the capital without sufficient military escort. It is also advised that every dwarf arms themselves with aurum or blunt force weaponry to defend themselves. The forest Dwarves of Hefrumm are likewise advised to remain in their village until the roads are safe. Legion Patrols will occur regularly to clear the roads of Darkstalkers threatening the safety of the Khazadmar. The gates will likewise be under double guard. NARVOK OZ URGUAN Signed, Thurgrim Silverbraid Grand King of Urguan, Clan Lord of the Silverbraids Narvi, Grand Marshal of the Legion Gallio Grandaxe, Tribune of the Legion

"I LOVE THE CHURCH" RAFAEL, THE PIOUS FISH OF HYSPIA DECLARED PIOUSLY

The next morning, upon the locked doors of the derelict Merryweather Marshal's Office, was pressed the flower of a single white rose in the form of a seal. By the door was set a bottle of Walter's Waldenian Whiskey, one of the last remaining from the Knight-Immortal's ill-fated distillery.

unless you're doing some sort of republic or farming hamlet like Acre or maybe old Petra (was knights but still), there's not much incentive for a human player to be a peasant when they can just ask one of the 50 noble families on the map for a spawned in character and inevitably get one more players = more titles and discord roles for your noble house usually. also harder to keep a peasant in your activity grind when they're not bound to the nation like a noble is. probably the biggest reasons why imo, both are shit as well

Choppy, icy waves were brought along by a never ending storm, the water far from blue and having taken on a deep grey. The storm brought on sheets of sleet and hail amongst chilling rain. A small, rickety boat sailed across the water, with room enough for just one traveler. The one sailor sat in utter silence while donning leather and pelts, with a watchful eye kept out. Yet this watchful eye could not spot the similarly grey rocks that shot out of the water like arrowheads. With a soundless crash the lone sailor found herself plunged into the coldness of the ocean. As she awoke, the expected coldness was replaced with unexpected warmth, being bundled between cloth and furs. A few unfamiliar faces surrounded her, yet without a weapon next to her side she dared to not bother to reach for it. The faces, all looking alike, were most similar to one another. All women, save for the one young man who lingered among his family. One silver-eyed woman sat next to her, staring down with a watchful eye. Whatever she spoke went unnoticed as the traveler gained her bearings. She looked at the woman, who had asked her name. She simply shook her head. The woman asked yet again, and so she tapped her ear. There was a pause, then a nod of understanding. She signed, ‘Your name?’ and the return was ‘I’ve none.’ - ‘Then we will give you a new name if you’d like to stay with us.’ The traveler took on a light smile and a nod, and the other thought for a moment. ‘We will call you Ciliren.’

Ember from on top of the Eastern mountains, in meditation lies silent under the starlit sky. Thus her tiny automatons brought this important missive written by a friend. Ember reads it and simply says. “There are many stars in this sky, to ask to find a specific one that may or may not look similar to others, is a difficult task in of itself. I ponder however…” the blind sun shaman hums in thought before returning to her own thoughts.