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but why nerf plate armour when you can just buff everything else? :)

A private letter was delivered to Haense' Cathedral, wherein Villoriks office wask suspected: "TO BISHOP VILLROK, Within Celia'nor, he, the merchant, had claimed that he is a 'peaceful Ibleesian'. It did not change his fate, he was slain another time. - Iheiuh of Celia'nor"

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Raziel Amethil hides his lunch better than ever. "Also, how were you his apprentice? You were a mage years before he came to existance."

A smaller figure held up their hands towards the missive, golden glazed eyes reading it - if they had proper expressions, they'd be smiling right now. @NotAPan

"Our ambitions slowly made true. We are not so different now." A figure shrouded in red finished reading the paper and then lowered his hand, allowing his companion, Dream-catcher, to have a look. @EdenCringe

If something like this passes I would say that if an archer or mage does a full sprint away they lose the draw on their bow/focus casting a spell, resetting the emote count. But ngl Unwillingly said it best.

@paladins don't respond 💀

Galahad remembered wishing his words hurt where his mother loved him most. He spoke like the sun, but not the way its light shafts through canopies or warms a glimmering pond in midsummer, but the way it blisters the skin and stabs the eyes. The way it burns with all-consuming passion, self-destructive fervor, and how it taunts him the way firedancers taunt hubris from their woven tethers. Galahad remembered being grateful his brother and sister did not share this burden. He wondered if they would be as thankful of him as he were of them.

Really good post, I'd do it again if I had the chance.

It’s easy to take some things for granted. When you’ve lived your entire life with the ability to see, it’s not really something one pauses to think about. The ability to see how ugly and how beautiful the world was is something that I simply took to be a factor of life. Right up until I lost it. Darkness, that is what had been consuming the young elf. With no ability to see her children or the rest of her family, coupled with the last thing she had seen? A sight that haunts her dreams, makes her wake up with a startle in the night as if being attacked. The memory of being attacked, of blood running down an uruk’s maw, crimson red falling and dripping onto the floor in front of her whilst her hand bled from severed fingers… She remembered trying not to gag before her head was gripped and her eyes were gouged out “Why…?” ‘Why’ was the question she asked every night before she slept and every morning when she woke. She wondered if she had done something wrong. The uruk had blamed her for her kind’s misdoings, and she wondered if it was deserved. Surely not, her whole life she had tried to do her best for people, tried to become the priestess of freedom before her own freedom was obstructed. ‘Why?’ Perhaps it had been punishment for not having done enough, or punishment for something she had done in the past? “Please… I can't do this anymore, I want to do so much more, I want to keep fighting, I want to keep watching my children grow… I need to watch the life going on around me…” she cried out in pain and anguish sitting alone within her room. ((VISION DEPENDING ON ACCEPTANCE OF FA)) Sleep finally overtook the woman. Granting her a moment of peace from her years of torment. During her peaceful slumber, she began to stir, before she awoke to a gentle breeze caressing her. As her golden orbs glanced around, instead of her bedroom, she beheld a meadow she now stood within, peaceful and quiet. A voice from her side called. “My child… I heard your plea. Your voice amongst the wind, which has now brought you here. Which has brought you to me” Karuna spun around and tried to spot the source of the voice, yet saw nothing. No one. “Who are you?...” The wood elf asks quietly, her gentle voice betraying how troubled she felt. “Be not afraid, and follow my voice. If you answer my call… I shall set you free” The voice replied, echoing as it seemingly grew further and further away. Karuna began the chase, following after the unknown voice… until finally, she came to a stop. Before he stood a line of people. All wearing veils. One with their hand outstretched towards her. “My child, allow me to return to you what you have lost.” The singular figure continued to speak, calm and collected. Without even the slightest moment’s hesitation, Karuna went forward and tried to take their hand. However, as her hand came within centimetres of the figure’s own, a gust of wind knocked the small woman backwards and into the grass- Karuna woke with a gasp and a start, that same voice greeting her in the waking world. “Adorn your cloth, child.”

"To think that advocating for her back then could eventually result. . ." . . . In a chaotic mind, the train of thought could not be upheld. It was whirlwind, superintelligence and madness imposed upon each other. And yet the horrible being persisted. "Maybe. . . After just a few more decades of destruction, after a few more decades of debt paid. . ." It struggled. The foul creature twitched and writhed, its nature demanded of it. But in a single sector of his rotting mind did the string of thought taper off in chilling conclusion. ". . . I will return to the Void again."

A pity, I did not know him as you all did, or else I would have joined sooner. Forgive me, brethren, please. My life is, has always been, and will forever remain for Teaching, Knowledge, and the Academy of Hohkmat. But this... This... does put a smile on my face.

"... May this missive bring us peace, at last. Even if for a short while." Sarah spoke quietly in her home to another.

The Lady Magister of the Circle of Esotericism lofted her rapier of starsteel to the heavens. "Long live t'e Academy. Long live 'o'kmat!" A bolt of lightning would crash down from the sky and strike her blade, letting out a burst of sparks as it crackled along its ethereally glimmering surface. She had done it, she had deposed a tyrant.

"Am I unbanished yet?" Arthur wrote in to every figure of authority he could find within Hohkmat.

I SAY TO ALL THAT KNOW THE VOID. THE LAST KAGGATH THE AGE OF KNOWLEDGE I am Faeryel of the true lineage of Fahrazad, she who is the Scholar, who was apprentice to…. Master Razad of the true lineage of Fahrazad, he who was the Fatebinder, who was apprentice to…. Master Isaem of the true lineage of Fahrazad, he who was the Weaver, who was apprentice to… Master Mikael of the true lineage of Fahrazad, he who was the Jubilant, who was apprentice to… Mistress Fatim of the true lineage of Fahrazad, she who was the Visceral, who was apprentice to… Master Jabar of the true lineage of Fahrazad, he who was the Magnanimous, who was apprentice to… Mistress Katarina of the true lineage of Fahrazad, she who was the Mysterious, who was apprentice to… Master Shaffar of the true lineage of Fahrazad, he who was the Serpent, who was apprentice to… Master Kabal of the true lineage of Fahrazad, he who was the Celestial, who was apprentice to… Master of Masters, Fahrazad the GREAT, first Grand Magister, HE who broke the great Yisar, HE who shattered the Mage-Warlords, HE who conquered the dunes, HE who is great in both the small and the wondrous, HE who unveiled the mysteries, founder of the great House Fahrazad… SWORN BEFORE THE VOID AND THE LINE OF FAHRAZAD I DO INVOKE THE RIGHT OF THE SUCCESSION OF THE GRAND MAGISTER The Grand-Magister, RAZAD THE FATEBINDER, is dead. I, his apprentice, defeated him in RITUAL KAGGATH, as demanded by the way of the Hakad. The will of HOHKMAT cried out for his abdication; and this is the way he chose to abdicate. He went with honor. RAZAD goes on to join the True Lineage of Fahrazad. There will be changes in the next few days, but chief among them is this: on this day, THE LAST KAGGATH was fought, and the AGE OF KNOWLEDGE has begun. No longer shall Hohkmat be a place of daggers in men's smiles, of plots whispered in the dark, of frantic duels to the death; but of learning, of shared, safeguarded knowledge, of creation; of MAGIC, forthright and just. To our foreign allies and friends, I say; the terms of our treaties remain in effect, including those that mandated renegotiation in the event of a change in Hohkmati leadership, which we will get to in time. We welcome new treaties of friendship and non-aggression pacts; our commitment to peace and neutrality extends outward as well as inward. To the Chamber of Stars, and the Chamber of Lord-Magisters, I say; our duties for now remain the same. Those in their positions remain unchanged; the three Lord- and Lady-Magisters, the four Viziers, the Headmaster, et cetera. Fight Nights, classes, and other events will continue as planned. However, the structure of the Academy will evolve in the coming days, as I meet with the Chambers to determine what must be done. To the students of THE ACADEMY OF HOHKMAT, I say; thank you. We will build on the foundations of our predecessors and create a place of learning unlike anything prior seen. LONG LIVE THE ACADEMY LONG LIVE HOHKMAT SO KNOWN GRAND-MAGISTER, Sorceress-Queen, Hierophant of the Mysteries, Mistress of the Ziggurat of Hohkmat

"How dare THEY call my grandiose lord, a bandit?! We shall respond to this istantly Minas-Sama!" The hag-like Oyashiman ferociously waves her hands, she was utterly shocked by this claim! Soon after, she ventured to look out for her teacher. "My evil masterplan shall begin. I will steal all of their housepets or something." (Good post btw! I am on the phone, so I apologize for the format).

Thas my goat right there You're from the bay now Danny...

"ME MENTIONED?!" Arthur yelled in happiness. Though, upon looking. . "Oh, a boring misconception. Unbelievable."

“I have done something I am not proud of.” Seraena only wished these words were the ones that came from her tongue, though all that was left was a measly apology. Albeit quiet and intimate, it did not surmount the feelings she held in her heart. The Sun eclipsed, a relapse in her judgment, with her Stars straying from the light she illuminated. Her ire cast a wave of fire that indulged the word to burn, and the Moon who stood by her side felt the effects along with her little Stars. Though, one of her Stars flew too close to the Sun, and like Icarus, lost His wings in the scorching heat. Instead of providing warmth, she clipped the wings of her Star, and let him fall from grace instead of uplifting his light. Too bright did Seraena’s love burn, and it scorched the relationship of her son, Galahad. Though, he too blew away the remaining petals of her forlorn flower, and so did the wind sweep away all the love, leaving only but a stem of what once was. All her life, it was as if she had to survive from the rain in the desert, hoping it would quench her thirst, but delusion was quite the motivator for Seraena. Even when she created such a fantasy, those whom she held dearest did not care to give her a sip from the chalice, but instead let her rot and wilt. Only her husband, Hurin, helped shift the tides of the sea, ascending as the Moon and controlling the waves. The last surge was the words of Galahad, which pushed her into the wind and let her float away from the empire she created in her mind. “Evil Incarnate.” It played over as if the leaves that wrestled with the wind murmured these words. Seraena did not know if this was truly what Galahad said, she could not tell if it was her mind playing tricks on her as it always does, or if the cards were played by her own son. Seraena only hoped that as The Sun, the light of her absence would illuminate enough for The Moon, as the flame that proudly burned now faltered to the near extinguish. The wind did not carry the flame, but instead carried the light to a sphere that was long forgotten, and irradiated into extinguished smoke. She left a simple note to her husband, in a place that only he shall find it, and it read as follows: “Dearest Hurin, I have gone back to where the wind has called me, and I have taken the sentence that has been wrought to me. I hope that your persistent love will guide my path, because I know well that you do not falter in the way the flame does. You are constant, my Moon, and hopefully your power over the tides brings me back home when I am ready. My love for you will always burn like a thousand suns, forgive me.” Seraena then signed her name at the end, and suddenly the rain that she so cherished as a forlorn flower now came from her eyes, as tears dropped upon the parchment in which she wrote. She did not dare write of Galahad and the words that scorned her, or Carys, who had forsaken her, or Rumil, whose heart was deep as the ocean. Regardless of all, she hoped that when she returned, so would her love for her little Stars – her children. Hopefully they too, would learn to love her.