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I feel this could be him when he's fighting or sm. If u want edgy + fighting. Looking for life's meaning tho: I think u deserve an epic song I'm not sure why, but this is the first thing that came to mind. Lemme cook for a moment, I'll come back to you... Sad and sweet :( Oh god I feel like I really need to cook with this one ^ This song gives a really cool double meaning to bleeding out for someone. "If the last thing I do is to bring you down, I'll bleed out for you." ...i have a lot of songs about fire idk man

Father And Son

╔════════════《✧》════════════╗ It was just after the Hyspia Social Season's Debut event. Panya quickly ran home to change out of her dress and put on her armor. Stashing away her countless items and suit up. The panic of the Rah'tumans to get weapons, armor, and shields. And at the last moment, a few bottles of Auric oil. ╚════════════《✧》════════════╝ . . . ╔════════════《✧》════════════╗ Despite the efforts of Panya, and her multiple attempts to pull her new brother backwards. Bones continued to rip out of her grasp, at one point in the fight she realized that she may be holding him back. So she let go. Upon splitting up with her brother, she continued to keep her eye on him. As one of the Anchors had been taken out with the Auric oil of Bones, she was quick to climb down and lay on her stomach to crawl to the end of the roof. In which, she went on to hand him the Auric oil. As she was laying down, her defenses off her mother for just a moment, Akeketah was thrown into her godfather. An attack was attempted, but Panya had no luck. Her blades simply sliding off of Draz. Within just seconds of her running to her family, she tilts her head to the side to her a yell coming from the direction of her brother. “FUR RAH’TUMA!!!” A Yell that echoed throughout the lands, her eye grew wide to see such a small, 3'0 feet Goblin. At the mere age of ten, be able to skewer someone so strong. Within moments, she runs off the roof to hug and congratulate Bones. Even a month later, at the Hyspia Social Season, She continues to brag about her brothers accomplishments. Someone she had went up to, and offered a home. Someone she thought would need training and patience, proving himself within a mere matter of days. It was almost unbelievable. ╚════════════《✧》════════════╝ A missive from Panya herself would be written below . . ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ I Believe that Bones, will go on to be better than all of Rah'tuma. (Especially Jah-tep.) The potential is there, The courage is there, everything that a Hero might need. It is there. A fine representative for Rah'tuma, is what Bones is. As long as I am alive, as long as we are all alive. Bones will have people to rely on, and people that care for him. Before, family was such a sensitive topic for him. Now it is something that has driven him to perform acts so heroic, at such a young age. Half of us cannot even fathom doing such a thing. On a different note, and please forgive me for this dearest Pharaoh Atemu. "F** YOU, STUPID DRAZ B****!!" To all of Aevos. ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿

Akeketah Luceran read over the missive with a proud smile, a tear streaming down her cheek. She did not cry of sadness, but she cried of proudness for her newly adopted goblin child. The mother was gifted with yet another child destined for greatness. "Bones - I have truly been blessed with your arrival. I am proud to call you my son," she says aloud to the young child and pulling him into a hug. "All my children shall prosper in the lands of Ka'tau! Heketa Ka'tau! Heketah Oti! Heketa Amaunet! Glory to Rah'tuma!" With that, she went out and hung a banner of green, silver, and white - the colors of the Luceran family. I LOVE MY GOBLIN CHILDDDD (the other are alright too).

ferdaboy

Ether - A wandering traveller who tends to hold grudges at times, likes fire a bit too much.

"A new champion has risen, HEKETA KALTHET!" The Warrior-Priest of Shab Nebkhet-Sha cried out as he read the missive posted to Rah'tuma's notice board.

So proud of my little goblin babie boi :]

[!] Bones had rallied to Uncle O’s outpost with the rest of the Rah’muns, taking up a cannon in the boar they drove to breach the city. After successfully breaching the city wall with cannonballs, Bones narrowly avoided being clobbered by one of the many demons which held the city, raising his shield to protect himself. With one swing of his war axe, it was reduced to ash. Inside the city, Bones moved to the front line as he saw a large wave of armored foes, readying his mace. Right as he moved to attack, a wave of malflame appeared behind him and his comrades, burning him as he fell to the ground. All this pain did was enrage him. He felt the desire to spill his enemies blood. He moved forth and felled several armored Kozun demons, before staying back to protect his Pharaoh as the demon king Draz-Kalthazar became more active. As the battle went on, he saw a bottle of auric oil dismantle one of the anchors holding the ritual in place. Having one on his person as well, he and the Pharaoh moved towards the ritual. Before they could strike, Draz-Kalthazar struck the Pharaoh, sending him flying across the battlefield. Enraged that he could not stop this, Bones threw his bottle on the anchor, watching its evil magic fade into nothingness. He ran to his sister, Panya, to retrieve another bottle, only to see the last anchor diminished as well. Two Rah’mun priests, Nebkhet-Sha and Akeketah, screamed mighty prayers to Lord Oti, King of Moonlight, and Amauent, lady of vitality and Heka, exhorting their aid to strike the demon king with spiritual judgment. Akeketah’s spell manifested into her hand as an ethereal crescent moon, the Priestess commanding it to arc across the sky and strike true against the demons flesh. Oti’s Heka caused the sun to strike against Kalthazar, his skin furiously singed by the spell. The demon king then struck against the Rah’mun priests, tossing Akeketah into Nebkhet, now endangering the rest of the Rah’mun assault. Two Rah’mun priest-magicians casting spells at Draz-Kulthazar Bones witnessed these events with horror which motivated him to decisive action. He knew what to do. To protect his family, his city, and his Pharaoh, Bones would slay this blight on the land. Pouring the oil on his spear, he ran forth at the demon king. Yelling with all the fury and vigor he had in him, Bones called out; “FUR RAH’TUMA!!!” As he skewered Draz Kalthazar clean through his chest, ending the demon king's existence. Watching him melt away into nothing but ash. Templars, heroes, warriors, and divines all tried to end the Isfetian King, but only Bone’s strike truly ended the beast. Bones was then hailed as a champion of Kalthet, the great spirit of Wit and Strategy in war, and canonized in the long history of Rah’mun machimoi heroes. [!] A missive is distributed across Aevos and especially the country of Koyuni, placed by unknown couriers presumably under the influence of the Rah’mun morale. The missive is sealed with a golden ankh cross which is surrounded by a set of hieroglyphs that are shaped like a cowhead and lioness head. The following is seen upon opening the missive Leh-iy to the denizens of Aevos. I am Pharaoh Atemu-Ta, voice of Ka’tau and leader of the Rah’mun peoples. I write to you with good news that should settle the troubled Ib of all pure peoples across Aevos. There is much darkness across this world in light of recent events. The draconic Isfetians and their cursed father arise from the north, Iket - known as Gashadokuro - claims domain over the blossoms of Koyuni, and the Harrower threatens the safety of all descendants. In light of these horrific Isfetian evils, hopelessness becomes a common response to those of us who value safety, truth, and purity for our nations. But the Gods of Ka’tau are raising mighty champions to meet the occasion we find ourselves in. Bones, a goblin child who recently became a member of Rah’mun civilization, is responsible for the felling of the Isfetian monarch known as Draz-Kalthazar. Kalthazar assisted Iket in overtaking Sakagakura with hordes of demons and other manner of Isfetians, and then held the territory under a tyrannical rule for many moons. Under the guidance of Kalthet and Tetu, two mighty Rah’mun gods of battle, Bones defied the odds and landed the killing blow on the demonic king, single-handedly ending his influence over the mortal world and sending his men into retreat. The extraordinary fact is Bones’s age - they are little more than a child by normal standards, and yet their soul is a mighty testament to the power of the Gods. Bones’s victory over this ancient evil proves that our people are uniquely positioned to restore the spiritual law of Ka’tau - order, truth, justice, harmony - over the whole of creation once more. All who follow the path of Ka’tau and venerate our Gods can also take up the banner of their causes and wield divine gifts towards righteous ends. Every Isfetian at every reach of Aevos will eventually know the wrathful sting of Ka’tau upon their souls delivered by the champions of the Gods. May Champion Bones’s name be sung throughout the realms and his achievements be immortalized in Rah’mun history. Iket, his foul Hexicanum will fall next to the wrath of the Gods. May the forces of purity march with spears held high and Khopeshes at the ready. May Isfet be doomed to defeat. Heketa Kalthet, Heketa Hesthor, Heketa, Heketa the Shugo and men of Koyuni, Heketa victory. Sincerely Pharaoh Atemu-Ta. Kalthet and her newest champion, Bones of the Rah'mun.

Alteon saw the bounty and said to Gashadokuro, mentally;

"These hips don't lie," rattled some half-sentient necrolyte, awake just enough to see the blur of the poster - cackling, to herself. "Shrek-ira, Shrek-ira ..."

Theodosya von Augusten remained glued to the pew seat of Rikardsburg's church. For hours, she rhythmically signed the Lorraine across her body, muttering an array of prayers thereafter. A rigid cycle for the viscountess-consort.

"FINALLY! S-RANK!" Cried the demonic Damiyo, Gashadokuro, despite the loss of a foothold, it did not seem to lose its confidence; it planned, schemed as its forsaken body would be leeched upon by the fabled blade, a vessel fully realized. "LET THEM COME!"

NEVER AGAIN (The Oyashi Burden) Sakuragakure’s Recapture, the Continuation of the Western Campaign and War Goals going forward Issued from the Flower Capital of Sakura-Gakure Year of the Butajin, 180 SA (1127 Kamijikan) To Our Brave Freedom Fighters and the Volunteer Brigade, Thanks to the swelling support of our allies across the Braevosian continent and the brave Koyo-Kuni freedom fighters, the Oyashi now call Sakuragakure theirs once more. Through a breach made by the Oyashi Super Weapon SEIDAINA INOSHISHI, fighters from the Sakuragakure Ashigaru, the Rah’tuman, Númenedain and Reinmaren warbands were able to enter the village with minimal destruction to the integrity of the occupied capital and secure Ugokoyama Castle immediately before eradicating all demonic threats that were not routed including the occupying general of Gashadokuro’s forces, sent to oblivion for 1,000 years by the hand of the Rah’tuman BONES. In truth Gashadokuro comes from a legacy that has long followed and plagued the Oyashi and Li-ren before Hirano Shinji became who he was. He is the son of the Laughing Hag, a vampyric horror who terrorized the Jade State of Yopinawa beginning one hundred and fifty years ago. It is a shameful era to speak of when from the outside world Oyashi and Li-ren were snatched up by racist hakujin Savoyards to be crucified along their bridge in long rows of death and embarrassment. From inside our homes where respite was meant to be found though, yokai terrorized and tortured us the same. And our people could not come together to solve these problems. It was when I became Shugo with the loss of Tetsugawa at the hands of the Mori years after Yopinawa did I make a vow; NEVER AGAIN. Never again would we allow an injustice to our people go unanswered. Never again would a debt to us go unpaid. Never again would we experience a century of humiliation at the hands of racist white devils and yokai. And never again could we as a people tolerate the darkness within our own. What was the reason for leaving Oyashima and the Lu-Zhou peninsula if we will abuse the same means that have blighted our home? As a result of this lesson unlearned by some though, Hirano Shinji ushers in THE SECOND ECLIPSE and damns the descendants of Ai-zho. Thus I have made it the Stratocracy’s mission to lead and eradicate our damned countryman from the face of Braevos. The Stratocracy appreciates all of the support from home and abroad. To our allies from the Númenedain southern Midland cliffs and the Reinmaren tundras @AstriaS @Gandhi @BuilderBagel we thank you for the continued honoring of our five-century long ancestral friendship and swear to do the same for you. To the Earl of Lemons @Fishy we thank you and despite your red-haired hakujin complexion know in your soul you are one of us and to the citizens of the Shugonate, there is no greater honor than being able to serve one’s community. While we are a diverse people, children of Marinsama, Ōensama, Onimaru, Mugmaru and Kalthet we are a united people. For this purpose, the following kamons and crests for the participating Clans of Sakuragakure and Shoya of Koyo-Kuni; (I will order map art soon). To Clan Kato for funding of the Military Campaign and Great Machine Works, a Koi Fish and Single-Barred Cross of Kamisama @Dyl To Clan Ugokoyama for exceptional Leadership in the field of Battle and low casualty rates, The Trifecta Honeycomb Turtle Shells @Islamadon To Clan Watanabe for the funding of alchemical weapons, medicine and funds, Dual Red Crowned Cranes @Moonish_Imp To Clan Honma for Exceptional Duty on the Frontline and the success, Cascading Tri-Bonsai Trees @Benleft To Chieftain Bor’ak Khan of the The Tribe of Hazûk, The Scattered Sun’s Embrace of Mugmaru @Norgeth To Pharoah Atemu-Ta and the People of Ra’tumet, The Eye of Ra @Boknice275 On The Goals of the Stratocracy With the recapture of Sakuragakure, the Oyashi people will now refocus on the rebuilding and repair of our homes from Gashadokuro’s occupation while we stock up on our resources to launch a campaign west for a year’s time. After such, the following goals will be the prerogative of our Stratocracy; 1. To march west on Hexicanum and reclaim dominion over the Norowareta Mori (The Cursed Forests). 2. The permanent existential death of Gashadokuro and his minions of evil-doers. His bounty has been elevated from B Rank to S Rank with a bounty of 2,000 mon (or two thousand Shugo Bounty points if mina is not interested) that can be claimed by any citizen of the state or licensed ally allowed on the frontline. 3. The Stratocracy’s reclaiming and destruction of the devil sword. While others believe they are responsible enough to lay claim to such - it was greed and naivety of the late King Aleksandr that has resulted in the deaths and chaos of the south west of Braevos. The Hakujin have proven ill-fit for the responsibility of safeguarding and hoarding the devil sword and thus the responsibility and handling of it shall fall upon us who fight against it head on. On The Partial Reopening of the Border While Sakuragakure has been reclaimed and we may allow visitors into our Flower-Capital again with the free movement of our citizens, the Norowareta Mori (Cursed Forest) now becomes the front line and shall remain CLOSED to all of those not welcomed from our previous border closing proclamation: 1. All citizens of Koyo-Kuni or those possessing papers from Sakuragakure. 2. The Númenedain, Reinmaren and Solgaard warbands. 3. His Holiness Caius I, Cardinal Callahan and Cardinal Villorik. 4. Students of the Templar Mul’naar. To Cardinal Villorik @Xarkly While your work to garner the support of Canondom be well intended and of good faith, it is unneeded or desired for the burden of Gashadokuro lies with the Oyashiman and the friends and acquaintances called upon willing to share in our burden of casting out the legacy of the Laughing Hag once and for all. To put bluntly, many of whom you call on descend from regimes whom were quiet and/or complicit in the surrendering of TETSUGAWA to an Anathema Adria upon the previous lands of Almaris. And some of whom who bear responsibility for what occurs in Koyo-Kuni now - the second Inferi Crsisis, the Second Eclipse. I had invited you by name personally in honor of our mutual friend the late Queen Amaya whom shares familial ties with our onna-musha Watanabe Mei. This however does not extend you the right to pursue diplomacy or request aid on behalf of the Stratocracy especially amongst those we hold little or zero relations with. Trust in the Stratocracy and the Oyashi to follow the Mandate of Heaven and we and our allies will achieve victory. I invite you to meet with me in Sakuragakure if you would like to coordinate further on the mission of defeating Gashadokuro. KATO OIJIN the Black Swordsman, Shugo of Koyo-Kuni, Legendary Sanbushi, Governor of Sakuragakure and Protector of the Farfolk and Descendants of Ai-Zho

THEY SAY HE WAS GRAND.

Aspectism is the worship of and devotion to the Aspects and the Balance of the natural realm. While the Mani exist within Aspectism as servants of the Aspects, it does not involve the reverence of the Mani, as such customs are upheld by the Wild Faith. However, Aspectism and the Wild Faith may be followed simultaneously, for both serve the purpose of worshipping deific figures of the Eternal Forest, and the natural realm that they created and protect in unity. History of Aspectism The Aspects Cerridwen The Green Lady | Mother of the Harvest | Aspect of Fertility & Growth Domain Cerridwen is the lady of light and life itself, often depicted as a gentle woman with a lengthy hair woven of leaves and ivy. She is revered for the creation of the natural realm, and her unending duties in drawing forth new life and nurturing it until its eventual demise in the cycle. Prayers Cerridwen’s blessings are sought during rituals and prayers for expecting mothers and their newborns, unions of marriage and eternal partnership, and for blessings upon crops and cattle. New Beginning A Spring ritual, spoken with the offering of a braid of one’s hair, seeking a new beginning. Common “O’ compassionate mother, I offer you a piece of my essence, So that you may imbue me with your sacred breath, And reform my soul anew, Free of the burdens on my shoulders.” Elven “O’ Haelun’Lle, Kae’leh tal’hiylun nae illere, Iyal il’nae’leh aheral iheiuhii kae illereh, Kaeleh’ehya hiylun fiyem bilokera tilrunen’onn myumin y’kae’leh.” A Mother’s Gift A ritual for a newborn, spoken with the offering of a baby’s lock of hair, seeking the blessing of good health. Common “O gentle mother, And benevolent lady of life, Grant this my joyous bequest; Send out your grace on (he/she) Fill them with life unending, And start them on the path of goodness That they may spread life and happiness To all that lay their eyes upon them” Elven “O Leyuan Haelun, Lari’Taynaan ehya, Kae iyl adonten illera; Nae’leh ahernan y’(lae/hae) myumiera (lae/hae) il’taynaan ordiveth ahera, y’Elnarnsaenlle’ehya annilera Iyal (lae/hae) taynan orwyn’ehya oerneh maeluere Iyl’ehya y’heya suliera y’(lae/hae) oerneh illere.” The Essence of Healing A ritual for healers, spoken after drinking sacred attunement springwater, seeking the Mother’s grace and mercy upon a patient in their care. Common “O’ earth Mother, benevolent to the weak and weary, Who spreads the gifts of life and good health over the emerald wilds. You who gifted me my own life, and their life, Pray for my soul and bless my hands with your healing light. O' compassionate Mother, look down upon me, I ask that you help your dutiful servant, so they may continue to serve you and spread your goodness across the land. Elven “O’ Haelun’Taynan, orlle ay’adiln divcerun’ehya, lae heya elillern’tayna lentera hiyluan’ehya y’ameantaynei. nae heya kae’leh taynan illerale, kae’leh wynan’anuh il’sulwaleh, nae’leh ehya orahernan illera. O’ Haelun’lle, y’kae anoh’suliera, kae ay’nae’leh tilrunhaleral mediera adontere, iyul kae orern nae tilruereh, nae’leh ehya lle’saere karin’ento.” Cernunnos The Horned Lord | Father of Huntsmen | Aspect of the Primal Hunt Domain Cernunnos is the lord of the hunt and primal world, often depicted as a fearsome, hooded man with horns and the skull of a stag. He is revered for instilling the necessity of the balance through the death and recycling of living matter. His duties are often witnessed in the primal instincts of predators as they stalk and hunt their prey, and the nourishment of dying fauna and flora upon the surrounding environment. Prayers Cernunnos’ blessings are sought during rituals and prayers for huntsmen and warriors, before hunts and combat, and in mourning for lost lives. Heart of the Hunt A ritual thanking Cernunnos for a successful hunt, spoken with an offering prepared from the remains of the hunted prey. Common “O’ father of the hunt, Blessed be to this bounty, whose hide will clothe our young, Whose flesh will fill our stomachs. As we take from your realm, we give back So our souls may be one with the great balance” Elven “O’ Maln’Orran, Aheral ito iyl fihn, tuvehn kaen’leh Maliian evareh, Taliiynan’ehya kaean’leh hilyunan fihereh karin’ento. Kaean nae’leh tuvan, kaean illerae’yem kaeanleh’ehya hiylunan ito tal’Meracahe orern lenterih karin’ento.” Prayers to both Aspects Though Cerridwen and Cernunnos claim dominion over separate parts of the balance, their work often overlaps in a cohesive display of service and protection. Thus, some rituals are dedicated to both Aspects, to call upon their might and blessings in recognition of their union. Essence of War A ritual for warriors preparing for battle, spoken after consuming a vial of boar’s blood, deemed the essence of Cernunnos. Common “O’ Lord of Death, strengthen my arm In our time of need, I beg you to come to your people’s aid. Fill my heart with the honor of those past as I face this newest trial As we remember you in all our earthly troubles. Benevolent mother, wipe fear from my heart Never abandoning your children, always tender, Preserve me that I may see my children and yours live, I place my trust in you to hold my life from the end.” Elven “O’ Laurir’Orkina, kae’leh wy’anuh ceruereh Ito kaean’leh enet’adiln, kae nae’leh lye medinera adontere. Nae kae’leh taliyna lentere il’Sirame bilokereh, ay’kinal karin’ento Wyl kaean nae peritherae, ito kaean’leh lluman. Haelun’Lle, lluman kae’leh hiylun myumiera’onn Partuva nae’leh y’Malii suliera, partuva llean. Kae’leh hiylun evara, iyal kae’leh nae’leh Malii’ehya yallran oerneh suliere, karinto. Kae ay’nae halere, kae’leh hiylun taynan’ehya tennae kae’leh eth myumiera. Prayer of Fortitude A ritual for those seeking strength of mind and soul, spoken with the offering of one’s braid of hair or drop of blood. Common “Let nothing shake my soul, Let nothing strike fear in my heart, For when the world falls apart, I remember this: The Aspects never fade. Your faith in them gives you the world Whoever has the light of the lord and lady lacks nothing; The Mother and Father alone bring great treasures” Elven “Oerne kae’leh ethereh, Oerne kae’leh hiylun’ito khel myumiereh Ay’heya tuvan ullrere, kae iyl perithere: Eletaliynan orchulne ullrer. Nae’eh ay’eletaliynan mayilere nae tuvan illere. Heya elsul’elemaln elehaelun’ehya ay’divtuvan oradilne; Elehaelun Elemaln’ehya sioln maorakal myumiereyae.” Last Rites A ritual the dying or recently deceased, spoken over their form to bring peace and guidance to the departing Spirit. Common O' Mother, look upon me now. See here that your gift of life has ended, That his/her heart is still and his/her Spirit weary. May you bring him/her to peace and slumber eternal. O' Father, look upon me now. See here that your gift of the hunt has ended, That his/her voice is silent and his/her blood grows cold. May you bring him/her to honour and strength undying. You have held this Spirit until the end, And he/she now passes into the Balance. Flesh to soil, blood to water, bone to dust. Blessed be. Elven O' Haelun, y'kae oerneh suliera. ito suliera, iyul nae'leh illern'taynan ethere, Iyul divhiuw ito lae'leh/hae'leh taliiynan, divcerun'ehya ito hae'leh/lae'leh hiylun. Oerneh nae ito hileia lae/hae myumiera, ciwn'ehya uell. O' Maln, y'kae oerneh suliera. ito suliera iyul nae'leh illern'orran ethere, Iyul leyun ito lae'leh/hae'leh iheiuhii, lae'leh/hae'leh ehya taliiynan feta lentera. Oerneh nae ito Sirame lae/hae myumiera, cerun'ehya uell. nae iyl'hiylun, tenna eth, myumierala karinte, lae'ehya/hae'ehya Meracahe narna. taliyna ito nor, taliiyna ito vallei, tur ito malomii. Ahernal ito. Whispers of the Third Though her name was crudely blasted across the realm of Almaris, upon the rise of the Mori, The Third remains a topic of private, quietened discussion. Such is the way to truly honour this figure, and thus any writings on her may only be found in the darkest corners of elven libraries, tucked away for the truly devoted to find. The Three Tenets After the schisms of the children of Malin, Irrin Sirame emerged to guide the faithful of Malin’s kin into the forests to adapt pure, natural lifestyles as the Aspects had originally intended. These elves and their Seeds would eventually bow to the guidance of the druidic dragaar Taynei’hiylu, a creature in direct service to the Aspects themselves, who became their prophet and dictated the three tenets of Aspectism. I. Prayer and Offering “Always worship the mother and father. Hold them dear to your heart. Have their names upon your lips when you experience fortune, and pray to them when you face suffering. Leave offerings, material or symbolic, before their sacred fire.” The first tenet of Aspectism is that of worship to the Aspects themselves. Such worship not only honours the deities that created the natural realm, but also honours the memory of Malin himself, who held the Aspects in close reverence. Offerings are thus granted at Aspectist shrines; altars nestled beneath statues or depictions of the Lord and Lady with a burning brazier for sacrifice. Offerings are placed either within bowls of water or flames whilst prayers are spoken, seeking boons and blessings from the Mother and Father in times of need, or to show thankfulness with achievements. II. Bodily Purity “There exist powers pulled into this world from other plains. Taint not your body with these arcane corruptions, for the veil between the void and the Aspect’s realm is fragile. Taint not your body with the afflictions of the undead or the cursed, for their very nature defies the balance of the wild.” During her address to the Aspectist Seeds, Taynei’hiylu delivered warnings against the arts of the Void, the Dark, and the Corrupt. She spoke of the disastrous effects it could have upon the world the Aspects had cultivated; that the veil between the mortal plane and the void, if permanently broken, could swallow up the world entirely. Taynei’hiylu decreed that to be a true Aspectist is to abstain from the Void, the Dark, and the Corrupt. To do what is necessary to stop its spread upon the natural realm, and purge its taint and blight from the living. Bodily Purity is thus - to keep your soul and form pure of otherworldly taint, though some Aspectist Creeds take this ideal of purity even further. III. Upholding the Balance “Be you gentle like the Mother, or fierce like the Father, always remember that as an Aspectist, your duty is to the wild. Warriors, take up arms against that which threatens it. Healers, nurture it so it may run its natural course. Everyone must submit themselves to live with the ebb and flow of the cycle of life.” To uphold the Balance is to live in reverence and respect of the natural world and its delicate ecosystems, though this service can be as simple or as grand as the Aspectist wishes. A more intense follower could actively hunt magicians of dark arts and the void, whilst others might simply take care in not over hunting or overfarming. Aspectists must thus be consistently aware of how their actions may outwardly affect the world around them, both presently and for the coming future. They must respect the natural fauna and flora, and be accepting of death as it approaches, as is the natural course of life. The Balance The Balance of Nature The balance of nature is most often described as a scale in which everything must be equally distributed at all times. When prey flourish, predators cull. When weeds grow, grass withers. When the light of the sun fades, the light of the moon emerges. To describe this balance as a two-way scale, in regards to Cerridwen and Cernunnos being of life and death respectively, is an incorrect portrayal. In truth, such a balance is so consistently interwoven with the world around it that aiding or adjusting even one aspect could have unknown results on the surrounding realm. It would be more apt to compare the balance to a web, with each individual part adding to and affecting a variety of factors around it. Thus, seeking to uphold and maintain the balance is not as simple as keeping everything as it is. The balance is everflowing, everchanging; pulsing akin to the tide. To uphold the balance is to be malleable and evolving, and to reflect this in one’s duties and understanding of the natural realm. Something that may have worked a decade ago may not have the same results in the modern day. The Tayna “Tayna. The soul of life. It is the living energy that contains all.” The Tayna is the living energy that encompasses all natural, living entities. It exists within flora and fauna, connected and interwoven, and capable of being manipulated by the Aspects themselves. We see their work within the passage of this energy from a dying elk to the surrounding flora, nourishing and enriching the soil with new life and nutrients. The Tayna, within Awaiti Sirame’s writings “The Scroll of the Tayna”, is said to be capable of being harmed just the same as any descendant—but also of healing, and growing. We see this occur in the cities that are constructed, which wound the earth through the extraction of minerals and resources, and the growth of flora as it overtakes those cities after they have been abandoned, creating new habitats and homes for a variety of fauna. Druids themselves, those attuned to the natural realm, are capable of glimpsing the Tayna through the art of Greensight. Such a gift grants them a vision of this pulsing, natural energy that flourishes where nature is abundant, and withdraws where natural, living matter cannot be found. Taynei’hiylu Taynei’hiylu, the Transcendent Druid and Dragaar of the Aspects, was the first to dictate the three tenets of Aspectism itself during the first Omentahu (gathering of the Seeds). When the Elven people split, and Irrin Sirame led the ‘ame into the firsts to resume the worship of the Aspects as Malin had originally intended, Taynei’hiylu walked among them in the form of a descendent. She sought to unify the various Seeds under one code of faith, bringing forth the three tenets that continue to serve to this day as the pillars of the Aspectist faith. She herself came into the service of the Aspects when she was rescued by them during a battle against Azdromoth himself, claimed by the earth and born anew as the Transcendant Druid. Currently, she slumbers within the Eternal Forest under the protection of the Aspects themselves, alongside the Demi-Aspect Owl and a handful of other elder druii. [OOC] If you have any questions or concerns, please shoot me a message via Discord - .amayonnaise. Relevant Sub-Forums Specific / Direct Links - Authors Amayonnaise ToffToffee Proofreading & Advice Vailoen Drusus Junoix Sidmmvv

Ailure had indeed been by his side that fateful encounter. She did run, she could not deny this fact but if she had not what fate would have truly befell her at the hands of Sol Invicta and their Legion of the Abyss? Even now, sitting beside the familiar birch tree, her mind raced. His last words echoed so clearly within her mind, the only words she permitted to be his last words to her. Even now beside that ever so familiar birch tree, her mind raced. The last words of his echoing so clearly within her barely quiet mind, the only words she permitted to be his last words to her. "It is better to save an Innocent Life than to take a Guilty one. It is better for the Soul." She utters this to herself once more as she moves to stand once more, realizing what she had to do.

Albéric du Lac - Knight of the Lake and Centurion of Xan. A deceased paladin who, in a final act of defiance, scarred the Arch-Drakaar Azdromoth.

"Oh Albus," sighed the deceased Baroness, her voice soft as she gazed at the aged man before her. Nataliya scarcely recognised him beneath the weight of years; once youthful, now weathered, yet still possessing that familiar wisdom. "You owe me as many stories as you have to offer, my dear cousin. It has been agony watching you and Sterly have all the fun without me!" Her jest carried a hint of longing, her smile only growing as she spoke. Then, breaking her usual fierce demeanour, the Phoenix of Amador pulled him in to a tight embrace, evident in how proud she was of her cousin, Albus Amador.

As the letter reaches Ravenmire, a servant hands Bo the letter. With a quick and simple nod they retreat away as he looks onward to the Icy cold Northern sea. As he opens the letter a pain coming over him as he stands upon the walls, the icy chilled winds of the northern sea coming over him. A couple tears could be seen coming from Bo's face as he murmurs to himself looking out upon the northern sea "Vy Uncle... I still remember when I was young and you told me to follow where my heart desired... You were the only family that saw me wed and passed on Vy blessing.. Vy uncle dearest you shall nae be forgotten as I shall carry on the burden passed onto me and carry on with what you have left in my hands. I shall nae listen to what other wish to think of me as Vy thoughts of me never changed. Rest well dear Uncle I hope to see Vy when the time is right." The clashing of hammers against anvils can be heard ringing out throughout Ravenmire. Soldiers litter the streets baring Blackworth, Rhosmark and the Crown colours as they prepare their march upon the Mystic lair and other darkspawn nests within the North that have been forgotten by the rest of the realms. "We shall answer the call for that is my promise to Vy."

Razad had not passed a even a year ago, and in eternity he was fighting a thousand glorious magical battles in the heavens, in continuous Kaggath against his enemies. But he paused in his current conquests, a ripple sent across whatever real space he did exist in, pausing to think of the Old Professor. A strange interruption, he thought, that the wizard whom he had found a kindred spirit should suddenly cross his mind - was Amador trying to scry him? Truly, we must continue our conversation where we left off... Zzzrack! The thunderous crack of an enemy lightning bolt crashes near his feet, sundering the rock near and interrupts his thoughts. Razad would begin to discharge projectiles of sharpened stone across the battlefield slaying the charging enemy contingency... and...