Ztrog

Woah a good rendition of Lightning evo? Lets go +1

Right, well if there is the option to drop necromancy in response to this if it is accepted. I would fine that to be a nice option all things considered for those like in my position.

In the case of vampires longevity not being effective anymore. Is this just for appearance wise or the lifespan itself. If so I as a human vampire already was over human age limit since of vampirism even before connecting to necromancy. If this is passed would that means I would either A) Have to drop Necro entirely or B) don't choose to drop it therefore I will have to pk?

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I like the vibe and it seems very cool all in all without being overpowered! +1

Somewhere a short highlander would let out a mock gasp. "Oh nae, not the Opium what will they have now!"

Khuvulaav Spirit of the Shooting Stars (Lesser of Aztran) "Have you ever wished upon a star?" Laid within the grand palace of the Moonlit Land, Seraphina would have entered the spiritual realms with the Primarch. Through lush fields of luminescent flora and glowing trees she followed the path. The vast stars filled skies of the lands before the wood elfess, she steels herself as she moved further into this plane, unknown by her. Then in a display most brilliant, a shoot stars streaks across the grand cosmos of the skies above. The grandiose display hits the luminous grand where star dust and light collects into a large twelve foot fox like being. It spoke in the olden tongue to the 'ame back and forth before it had leapt forth to her. The spirits head would lower, pure white luminous hues leveled to Seraphina's eyes as she kept herself steady. The terms were made, and thus the pact was therefore set in place. "A shrine shall be built in your name oh Keeper of Wishes, and know that your praise shall be spread dutifully."

pain

Eletha pushes up on her glasses as she reads over the paper with a loft of her brow. "They're doing match making now? Strange times."

The End of the Warpath The Terror of the West of Arcas, The Blackguard of the North, The Torchfield, Roman had been called many names over his many years of life, all filled with hardship and blood, so much blood. Within the cursed forest of Aevos, the warmonger had found himself. He gazed upon a hulking figure of cobbled stone, shaping an all too familiar figure that looked like a visage he had not seen in several decades. A looming statue of dripping waters, looking like that of the armor of the much defunct Vira’ker. “How I hate seeing old enemies of my past.” It rumbles out, a long blade of cobbled stone, blunted edges being pulled from its form. “It’s been a long time, Roman.” The large armored man stares ahead, the gears in his head turning before a realization comes to him, a wicked grin coming beneath that dark helm. “Xavis Ashwood, now I know I’m the better man. While I aged you have died becoming this, how it must wound you.” He taunts, drawing forth his dreadful weapon from his hip, the Wartorch. With some twists and turns flames would ignite alcohol-soaked cloth, flames roaring at the head. “You always overestimated yourself, Roman, always thought yourself the strongest.” The Eidola counters on its march forward a hefty swing of its blade slashes forth. Roman would pivot to the side, his flaming mace arcs forth in the air, striking at the arm of being, chipping and causing mild cracks. Upon missing the first of his blows, Irlioz, the stone abomination, arcs his blade of stone in a backswing to Roman’s legs. Despite this, The Torchfield swings his mace upwards, meeting the stone chin of the being, crunching and breaking away the stone. The looming stone blade however impacts, sending out his legs from underneath him. “You’re slow in your age, you are WEAK!” The pale knight would bellow out, turning down the blade to attempt and plunge it towards his right arm. The aged warrior rolls out of the way, flinging up his Wartorch to use the cinders as a way to aid in his recovery from the ground. The tense battle between the two would go on, Roman using what little dexterity he had over the stone warrior in his old age. But it had been clear since the beginning that Roman was not going to win this fight, and he knew that. The blade easily smashed his shield into splints in one move, where Roman struck true once more causing great cracks in the stoneborn arm. Water was now pooling out of Irlioz like gouts of blood. The warmonger’s strength was draining, his breathing growing ragged and heavy as the battle waged on. As Irlioz caught that Wartorch in his last attack he would stumble back, falling down as his breathing was now labored, his damaged bones and age caught up to him after all these years. Irlioz approaches the warrior who was now propped up against a boulder, his helmet discarded, his weather-aged face on full display. “You were never going to win..” A tinge of sympathy was in the Pale Knight's voice. “Did you know?” He paused looming over Roman. “Of course I knew Xavis.” Roman let out a hoarse laugh as he sat there. “I knew it from the beginning, but if anyone were to finally strike me down it would have to be Xavis Ashwood.” A fierce grin still on his face. “A battle to finally put an end to Roman Torchfield.” Then will a somber feeling in the air between the two the Eidola would approach furth where the man was sat, the finality of the situation now brought forth; OOC NOTE

Oh man I can't wait to see necromancer's gang up on the people they dont like oocly can just disconnect people like the old paladin disconnection wars.

This seems like a pretty nice and relatively harmless addition to the feat. +1

A darkly clad vampiric woman would let out a cackle as she grinned widely displaying fangs with glee at this missive. "Oh now this is fun!"

Cold bishes rise up +1

Discord: ztroggy IGN: Ztrog Greg – 30 mina Discord: ztroggy IGN: Ztrog Conon – 30 mina

"Oh mein Godan." A Blinded Waldenian would state when the missive was read to her.

Naz so I can bring inferi to the real world \o/

Who knew we'd see the best lair app of all time today. :O

Seraphina would beam with joy as she was blessed with such an honor under the 'ker!

So true, so real

I mclovin' this mcbread. +1

Violetta Colborn in the madness of the siege had escaped to Savoy. In wait she would await to see the arrival of her father along with the rest of her family. Though he would never come, the stuttering Colborn frowned. She would look across the ruins hoping to find him, any trace of him. That is when she had come up on the news of his passing. Violetta silent in her searching would come to a stand outside the ruins of Savoy. She was really never emotional with any of her family, let alone her father. She gazes to the skies as a stinging came to her eyes. The young woman slowly sinks to her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks as cold gripped her chest. Violetta shakes her head as she holds her hands to her face, for the first time in years since she was a small child sobbing. Sobbing at the lost of a father she wished she had the chance to say goodbye to, to say that she loved.