ScreamingDingo 16728 Popular Post Share Posted December 1, 2020 The lands of Almaris lay covered in the influence of the Descendants, various products of industry scarring the lands as forests are felled and quarries are excavated. The roads that lead to each nation are actively carved by convoys of Wilven Monks, their tools used to tear through the bounty of nature to connect all descendants together. The emerging metropolises of the descendants tower from the years of preparation the descendants had prior, those of Brev guiding architects of each nation to places where materials laid aplenty for them. The final fleet of Arcas dwelled within the ports of the descendants as they attempted to start their lives anew, the expansive magnificence of the Land of Titans on true display. Small couriers from the Monk Order of Wilven spread to each nation, letters in their hands as they spread them to every descendant possible. Indiscriminate in their journey as they stopped bandit and noble alike, all spreading the news that was declared by the Order. Blessed Be, Descendants of the Brothers. We have settled within these explored lands as of recent, the rivers run ripe with bounties as the flora that encapsulates our lands offers blessing from the Triumvirate themselves. The fracturing of the former lands of Krug saw us take refuge with figures of these lands, those that dubbed these isles that of Titans. We were whisked away from the horrors that fell afterward, where things of unfathomable proportions truly dwelled upon our eyes. Those of Wilven have seen the sealing of many entities, the deaths of Dragaar and Drakaar alike as we originally hid upon the Valleys of Wilven himself. Though what we have never seen is the scarring of the skies, the intervention that rattled us and broke our sensibilities. That of Gazardiael was slain, an Aengul that was associated with the constant tormenting of the descendants was shattered by an association of other Aenguls. It seems that their vulnerability has been exposed to the descendants and skies alike, only rumors of the deaths of those of the stars have been whispered in the halls of Wilven. But what we all did, was witness the destruction of that entity. For this, with the return to the realms of Wilven, we have marked our calendars with a wiping of the sins of the past. An Age to not acknowledge the defeats of the descendants, or to show that we are weak to the curses laid by the betrayer. We instead wish to create an age of true renewal, where us as the descendants can challenge divinity and all those that wish to dislodge us from our lands. These are our lands, for those of the Triumvirate will guide us and allow for the protection and warmth of the stars to encase our every movement. As a figure of prophetic dwelling roamed these lands and foretold our very movement. He spoke of the decimation of the Inferi, the falling of the skies and the reclamation of the bounties that bear fruit from the heavens. For we have dispelled the Age of Mathic. May the Second Age of the Descendants be prosperous and fulfilling. For what we have caused prior will rattle the very semblance of existence, our destiny lies to build anew on these lands. To prosper in an age where we can attempt to dislodge the influence of entities like the Betrayer from our minds. We have shown that the heavens can be felled by the might of us, if those of evil rear their heads, we shall ensure that they are dealt with.May your travels be safe and bountiful in these lands. We occupy lands where many have been prior, but descendant kind has not. We do not know what lies ahead in the future, but the bulwark of the descendants lies within us all. Our preservation of hope and the breaking of fate, we are the writers of our own journey. Be guided by the Triumvirate, Monk Ythi'kar Spoiler ((OOC: So as I am sure you have realised the calendar has been reset. There will be a rough transition with the wiki pages which we will aim to do over the next month to re-adjust the time frames. The last year of the “Mathic Age” was 1795. Where we are currently in 1796 as Year 0. The Calendar itself has not changed in seasons or time frames, simply with how the numbers are displayed. This is to encourage the potential for nations to adopt their own calendars, just as Haense has done already. Otherwise you are completely free to utilise the “Monk” Calendar which will be starting the Second Age. For the moment, the name is a placeholder awaiting to see what people start referring to it IC’ly. Any questions or concerns about the date you can direct to me, my discord is linked to my forum profile or I am in both Story and the main LotC discord.)) 30 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keefy 2047 Share Posted December 1, 2020 "Wack" Comments an odd gray fellow. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yaldabaoth 743 Share Posted December 1, 2020 An archaic figure mutters something about "Wheels" and "The old dark" 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nectorist 7321 Share Posted December 1, 2020 A not-so-archaic figure mutters something about "Wheels" and the "Old dark" 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bhased 3586 Share Posted December 1, 2020 "I'm not the one having f*cking issues here." Declares a Knight of Malchediael, looking at the new calendar. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hanrahan 2882 Share Posted December 1, 2020 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sevastiel 285 Share Posted December 1, 2020 A farfolk, arms full of furs and fabrics, blinks in thought. “Well, thats all fine and good, but why is it so hard to find the materials for lamps these days?” 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slorbin 1763 Share Posted December 1, 2020 A disgusting old man coughs and spits on the ground as he tears down his calender. "Bah.. Stupid- 'new age' people! Have-ta' get meself a new time-keepin' device because of these 'industrious little fellows'!" He says, mockingly. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8908 Share Posted December 1, 2020 "Well, we didn't get to ride the elephants, but I bet we'll find some devil to wrap a chain 'round and ride this time around, Ani." Ezyl would jest, nudging their long term friend in a good natured way. "Or maybe remove one's chains." They'd add cheekily at the end, the ever faithful hound, Lucy, barking in her agreement. @Covey 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Squiggles 77 Share Posted December 2, 2020 "Iht feel ryght." A small goblin says, her hand placed over the spot the new life within her grew. "Ah zycle ztartz new. Az zproutz grow fruhm de earth ahfter ah fyre, wi tu wihll grow ihn deze lahndz." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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