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I have all the old versions of this magic bookmarked so I could try an learn from their missteps and reasons for why it got shelved. I thank you for making your version back then.

I like the idea of paid warps.

“How long has our wayward, Grand Prince’s mother been in Athera for now? 8 years and...?” The random tipsy, snow elf rolls his head in a booth at the Silver Snowflake. “...Two months. Wyvrun knows she is not coming back to Arcas until she brings something of worth home,” Another snow elf, more drunk than the last raises her cup to her lips and sips. “Then as I have said before: That makes her a greedy wench. She probably only married in to the Tundraks for-“ The last mali’fenn of the three is cut short by a mug flying into the back of his head, shattering at the impact. His two friends rise from their seats, hands reaching to their waists for weaponry and the last feels the back of his head with both hands, a small spot of blood forming in his silver hair. “To speak ill of my good cousin is to speak ill of me friends, watch your words,” A 6’2, clearly angry, Drakon rises from his stool and crosses his arms before reaching for his own sword. -------------------------+------------------------- CLICK HERE FOR THE SONG I BASED THESE LYRICS OFF OF -------------------------+------------------------- Here are the parody lyrics. ?When the tide of the battle has shifted, and hopes are falling down.? ?Then a name rings over the wasteland, Aroiia has joined the fight.? ?With a mighty huzzah the battle is won, the ale is on her tonight.? ?When our friends fall- around us, stand fast and don’t lose faith.? ?For her name rings over our mountains, Aroiia has joined the fight.? ?With a mighty huzzah the battle is won, her drinks are on us tonight.?

You had me interested as soon as I realized where the music was from.

Pleeeeeeeease when you have some time point out the things that confused you. Would really appreciate any help.

Would pointing out the spells it does not effect be a better approach? Or group up the ones with similar buffs/diminishes? (4/16/2020) EDIT: I have just reduced the amount of text.

RIP Snow Elves.

MC Name: TeeSeeDubs Discord: TDubs#6260 Character Name: Zephyr Ambrose Age: 30 Race: Dark Elf Reason For Joining: He has always had a love for plants and wants to know more. Affiliation (Include if you are banned from any cities): Raised in Sutica.

Now I know why someone in Fenn had your player head.?

You can make your own version of this song quite easily to be sang in your own taverns, bars or pubs. Oh you can search far and wide, You can drink the whole town dry, But you'll never find a beer so brown, Oh you'll never find a beer so brown, As the one we drink in our hometown, As the one we drink in our hometown. You can drink your fancy ales, You can _____ ____ __ ___ ______, But the only brew for the brave and true... ..Comes from the _____ ______!! You can of course change any of the lyrics but it is VERY IMPORTANT that the two lines that are blank rhyme. For example: Oh you can search far and wide, You can drink this whole town dry, But you'll never find a brew so bold, Oh you'll never find a brew so bold, As the one we drink in our hometown, As the one we drink in our hometown. You can drink your fancy ales, You can down them ‘till you shake, But the only drinks for the brave and true... ..Come from the Silver Snowflake!!

Everytime I go I can’t find it ?.

Forgot to comment on this one but I REALLY like the second chorus with the dialogue.

A mali’fenn poet sits within the Drakon manor. He is in a chair with a table in front of him and a roaring fire beyond that. A quill is in his hand, the feather brushing against his hair as it is brought to his chin in thought. On the table in-front of him are multiple piece of parchment, each with their own scribbling. Some have circles, some have crosses, others clearly have been crumpled up and then unraveled again. Silence over takes the room as he looks at his journal on the ground next to his feet. “This man lived through too much,” he grins and shakes his head. “From a magic addict to a paladin huh?” Rithon Caelthor Drakon picks the book up and flips through the pages. He stares at a page and a **** eating grin appears on his head. He throws the book to the ground and immediately starts writing again. And it would be a while until he stopped. LEFKOS SCROLL ((Done in around 5 hours all at once. So certainly not as good as it could have been, but good enough.))

Thx u. There a specific stall?

Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis. I’all add him to bonus mentions tomorrow but I also don’t know what he did after Gudour was defeated.

In the north-eastern realms of Arcas, but a stone-throw away from Cloud Temple, in the capital of the Princedom of Fenn, Tahu’lareh, a 6’ 2” man stands proud on a stage inside the Silver Snowflake. The room is bustling with people celebrating its grand re-opening. His eyes scan the room and he nods to himself before clearing his throat loudly and drawing the attention of the tavern dwellers. “As you can all I see I have returned from the lands of past kings, and with only a single battle wound at that.” He motions to the bandage on his head. Many people shake their head and return to their drinks but he carries on. “And I hear your thoughts, ‘how, young Rithon? How did you receive that wound upon your head despite your Drakon strength and skill?’ Well I shall tell you! It all started when I departed on the beginning days of The Sun’s Smile, 1756.” He strums his lute once regaining the attention of those that had looked away and smiles. His mind returns to the journey. He remembers the voyage to Athera. the battle with the undead sea creature as well as the dragon that had been eaten by an even larger sea monster. He recalls his disappointment upon learning the ship’s name was “The Barking Cat”. He remembers the Kraken destroying their ship and washing upon the shores of Athera, and seeing the dead land. Then he begins to play. ((Inside this spoiler are the lyrics to “Gudour’s Bash” a LOTC parody of the song played in the video above. That same song is called “Dragon Bash: Bash the Dragon” from Guild Wars 2. Its my attempt at summarizing the paladin event line of the Athera event in song from the beginning days of The Sun’s Smile, 1756 to the last days of the Grand Harvest 1758.)) Rithon smiled at the small group of people who applauded him and rests his lute down gently on the table beside him. From that same table he picks up one of two scrolls and opens it, letting the long parchment unfurl itself. “On this page I have recorded the names and deeds of those who stood out, at least to me, in our journey!” Ariselle – Ihnsil'ahril Lien'orrarirvallei – Xuag Bonus Mention(s): ((These scrolls can be found in game in a book called: “Heroes of the Athera Paladin Adventure”)) ((Could have been a lot better but I just wanted to get it out there. If your character isn't in the scrolls its because you didn’t fill out my Google Form questions ?. Sorry. Thanks again to Mystery and all the ETs involved with the Athera event. A thanks to Korvic for fixing the server and keeping his pex. Lastly, a thank you to Fury_Fire for letting me tag along with his group of paladins.

DOPE +1

((Basically just an LOTC version and give me your rep please and thank you ?)) A snow elf wipes his brow of sweat with the back of his hand as his hand moves the quill across the paper one last time. He holds the paper up by the hearth’s roaring fire and nods. Wise Malin was the Elven-king. Of him the chorus gladly sing; The first whose realm was wild and free Between the Forests and the Sea. His ears were sharp, his hair would sheen. The love for nature always seen; the countless strikes of Malin's sword was the Fallen's just reward. But long ago he fade away, and where he dwelleth none can say; for into legend fell his star in Aegis a land dead and far.

A bard sits at the long table in the Drakon manor, his baggy eyes stare out the window to his left. On the table in front of him is a bottle of Silver State wine. The same kind he had with Erin when they first...met up in the Atmorice manor. The mali’fenn takes a sip straight from the bottle and keeps his gaze out the window. “My...oem...ahern.” He slurs out the words and leans on the table. “O...O d-did you have to be taken?” The words pour out from his mouth between his tear filled chokes. “Where is that acmali’ame that took you from me!?” He shouts out at no one in particular and throws his arm out in the air, some wine spilling from the bottle. “O....?”