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Onion is very proud of his student.

And so a man appeared, an entrance of soft droplets and brilliant light- a gentle breeze across the sky. Those eyes opened to a knew world, too beautiful to comprehend, to understand. Soft clouds of ivory, a sky seemingly at war between day and night . . Yet it rested at peace, the forest below full of life to explore. And so he appeared- a man gently floating down from above the trees- floating within a foreign sky. Slowly he would begin his movement into the brightened land of the crimson sun- What do they call this place? A land where the sun and moon share the same sky, the same horizon? A true cosmic dance . . A true sacrosanct ballet of the galaxy. How does a land such as this truly exist? Where does it exist? Oh how the light and dark intertwine- that perfect balance. What could it mean? Could this be peace? Slowly a gentle movement forth, a breeze following as leaves were moved upon the forest path- the skies above a brilliant celestial waltz. Oh he was too scared to touch the ground, too terrified to break the natural order. Would a single breath stop this magnificence? Slowly the man moved forth into the land of the bisque moon, a soft glow upon the forest- How does such beauty exist? Why is it kept from mortal man? Do the so-called Gods mock us and believe we are not good enough to see such sights? Oh, how man wishes to travel- how he wishes to see the extent of the cosmos, yet he will never know the infinite beauty. A place before the snake has met the tail- creation yet to be completed. Will the hive control our destiny? Will many become one? Will all see such beauty?

Xannites already strong let one of the subclasses be weak

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kinda based

IGN: JustGrim RP NAME: Dharok Sigbad AGE: Old ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Home owner (Legion, Guild, Home Owner, Clan List) CANDIDATE: Ulfric Frostbeard

hey y'all need some work on the formatting ngl

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The Amber Druid, dying with that hound - he would dip his head to his friend as he saw the hound end with the blast.. His own end coming only moments after.

The Amber druid would look at the explosion before him - the explosion coming to him as it disintegrated all in its wake. He would lean upon his staff as it came towards him, no fear or anger within his visage. Though what was left was sadness within his tone as his death was to come. “Aspects protect Sonna.” he would say softly before being overtaken by the blast, the druid turned to nothing but dust. “Uncle, why do the druids try to fight us? They are weak and know nothing of how this world works.” As Zolvan Elverhilin spoke he would be in the black armour of the Sons of Malin, looking to his Uncle Valandos before him. “They are fools, a plague. We shall destroy them Zolvan, we shall bring them to destruction along with their homes in the trees.” Valandos would respond, the Sons entering their golden age within Helena. For years that man, a Herald of Azdromoth, fought alongside the Azdrazi, Sons, and other Mali under the banner Pale of Aldemar. He fought undead, paladins, druids, and watched his daughter Katari fall wounded to the undead - For decades he served the sons, spying within Aegrothond and Siramenor till the Sons fell, betrayed by the Empire till they were disbanded and hunted as criminals. The Elverhilin ran and hid in the very place he once planned to destroy, he once planned to slaughter. Slowly he hid his nature, he hid his disgust for his own kin so he would blend in with them, becoming one of them. His nature came to change, he came to like his kin, seeing the lies of his Uncle - coming to love nature and the Aspects. He spoke to the Druii he once hated, those he once wished to kill, yet they helped him see the reason the balance must be kept, see the path ahead of him - although he did not know it. “Remove these tattoos - I am no longer a follower of the Titan and wish to hold them no more. I am not worthy of any gifts bestowed.” That man would say to the Azdrazi within Haelun’or, speaking up towards the two who watched him from the stairs. “Very well.” that draconic creature uttered back as the deed was to be done, the man once more becoming free of bonds, free to pursue his own destiny. The Elverhilin would return to Siramenor, a smile on his face as he came to enjoy his freedom, he came to learn more of the Aspects, of the Mani, of the past of his Kin. Fighting within the Inferi war he fought alongside some of his fellow ‘ame, helping fight the demonic creatures till they were pushed from Arcas, going to Almaris. Within Almaris were the happiest years of the Elverhilin’s life. He met there the one he would come to love, the only one he felt he could truly trust - Sonna Vuln’miruel. He would come to date her, wishing for her to soon be his wife. During his time with her he would come to join the Druidic order under his mentor Quillian, joining the Ichorians as the Amber druid. Sonna had once said to him she would only marry him if he were to become a druid - and now that time had come. A single decade came before he proposed to her, making her his wife only a few decades later. “I shall always love you, till my death comes and I am brought into the arms of the Aspects.” The Amber Druid would utter out to Sonna as he gave her the blade Fisuloem on their wedding - a sword he had made himself so he may show his love for her. “And I shall love you, forever and always.” That Fox would say back to him with a soft smile as he gave him a pendant with her aura.. A soft, playful fox humming within the song of nature. How he loved that pendant.. No matter where Sonna was he could feel her aura beside him, singing a soft and playful tune within the voices of nature. For decades he would spend time with his wife, enjoying the freedom he had as he did his duties for the Aspects. Every look at her was pure joy, and soon they would have a child together, Sulcelia. The child was his world, just as Sonna was - he loved them both more than words could describe - finally having a true family in the Vuln’miruels. His Step-son Amaesil, his Druidic Brother Becclain, Druidic Sister Sera, and his adopted daughter Ophelia. Happiness being what he felt the most as he saw his Step-son get with a wonderful young Mali woman. Those years of joy would then come to an end. After a failed coup upon Elvenesse that Zolvan helped watch fall, he would come once more to the defense of the balance when Tahlia sent him a letter. “Zolvan, I know you may hate me - but an urgent matter has come up and I need your help. Please come to Ando as quickly as you can. It is for the balance.” that letter would read, Zolvan raising his staff once more, the balance being defended was all he cared for. Before he left he placed his beloved pendant in an envelope, sending a letter to his wife, asking to speak to her on his return - a gift he planned to give her. As he sent the bird off he wondered why, why he put the pendant in there - perhaps a feeling of dread? Maybe some sixth sense that something was to come. Yet he cared not, moving off to do his duty. “You have courage for calling me Tahlia. What is it you need?” that Druid would call as he reached the steps of Ando. He would listen to them as they spoke of a Voidal tear, his only thought ‘It must be destroyed’ - unaware of the consequences. Being thrown to the ground by the voidal knight he would watch as some odd homunculus would rush towards the tear, exploding in a blast of boom steel. Zolvan would watch in astonishment as the Yellow king screamed out “You fools! You’ve damned hundreds, I was going to save this city!”. That scream came too late - the explosion coming towards those who destroyed it. Zolvan, having had no idea what he was walking into now about to face his end. The Amber druid would look at the explosion before him - the explosion coming to him as it disintegrated all in its wake. He would lean upon his staff as it came towards him, no fear or anger within his visage. Though what was left was sadness within his tone as his death was to come. “Aspects protect Sonna.” he would say softly before being overtaken by the blast, the druid turned to nothing but dust.

don't gotta call me out on this man.. I just forget 🙃

And here comes the next wave of the rune smith writes 🙃 Hope this one goes well Mr. BD

Skins.....

An amber Mali would read over the missive and sigh, shaking his head as he watched his wife stare at the Tahorran head. "Well They told me not to marry crazy, but Aspects it was worth it." that man would say with a chortle of laughter, going back to writing in a small notebook.

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG MESMERS

kinda quirky

A Mali'thill beams in pride as more shall join the Silver Lions - the time has come for the Lions to rise to the top!

Zolvan Vuln'miruel stands before the burning docks of the burning docks of the Tahorren - sadness in pride within him as he knew that his step-son and family had been protected with this slaughter.

Berries do taste pretty good tho

A glacial knight would laugh wildly, so proud of the young child! "Good on you youngster! Should aim for the heart next time though - then there wouldn't be this annoyance!"