hemomancy

A young cousin nervously awaits, with Elaena's skirts in a constant state of being bunched up into her clenched fist.

A thing sat outside the Black Cells. It toys with its new weapons on the ground, and chirps to the prisoner; "Have you found your God yet, friend?"

Pavline is staring, trying to figure out why her name is on here... somebody failed to mention this to her!

i love this 10/10

i know its done on other servers

The one daughter stood. She knew not how to mourn nor grieve. The heel of her boot was dug into the earth, and she set back off. The name Pavline she now called her own.

Pavline Montalt awaits, attempting to clear her busy schedule.

(Image credit - Gavin O’donnell) Two odd little things are often seen; masked twins who often stand side-by-side. One loud and bright, the other quiet and dark. Each with a delicate mask presented as their visage, ceramic horns crowning their heads. The twins of clay, Book-Seeker and Scroll-Hoarder. When seen they wander, they step in sync. One's words are often continued by the other, a sentence never fully complete save for one hushing the other. They speak to others at will, seeking conversations and those who may be referred to as ‘friends’ in some form. Upon their travels, friend and foe are met. Some who further their causes, others who attempt sabotage- at least, in the eyes of the two. The twins stumble upon a camper; Northern woodland, with flakes of snow falling from the sky, and the crunch of ice beneath their feet. A man is who they find, an average enough man who appears malnourished and gaunt. Pallid and frail, even with a fire crackling through the air. Upon his camp were extra pairs of clothes, shoes of varying kinds and sizes, and an apparent lack of food. Smiling, waving, the man greets. A tired gaze, his eyes reddened. The two ask for knowledge of books and scrolls, swiftly declined. Rather than leave, they sit. One is incessant with their words, one question repeated minute after minute. And the hungry man lashes out, curses spewing from a carnivorous maw. Elongated canines were noticed by the two. The one tenses, the other not. From the latter, a small dagger is drawn. The man stood, shouting, yelling, the eldest attempting to calm. Hushes to the other, apologizes spilling out. He reaches out, and the younger retaliates. A jab at the gut– not enough to kill, but enough to elevate his rage. The man moves a hand, and a horn of the younger one cracks. The older snatches away the knife, and finishes what the younger had started. Crimson stains the colorless ground, the thing of a man cursing and writhing. One grabs the hand of the other. The twins flee. “Was that the darkspawn? The Vampyres Father warned?” The Hoarder asks, “Yes. It is. I hope they are proud.” Hisses the Seeker.

there is nothing wrong with the current ensorcell material? what is the reason even for this? it's created via a ritual, by a blood mage, in a circle of blood, with a ritual powered by blood. they're all, mostly, activated by blood.

Pauline-Matilda took in a breath, eyes glazing over whilst cast upon the letter she'd received. Not the first time she had read the words penned to her, rather words she continued to mull over with time. She'd grown to become a woman of few words, focused rather on her actions. With the parchment in one hand, an index finger of the other tapped the pommel of a sword that rest at her hip. "Perhaps it is time I finally return to my kin."

A long-time newspaper writers squints... "Hm, they haven't found a balance yet, have they? Could use work." Comments the writer, Cresence. "Maybe I ought to offer my help..."

Cresence squints at the misspelt name...

i support this, i miss running around the map in Arcas where they all connected

yes (they're omnivores, and will eat most things due to their gigantic appetite)

please do not :(

Feirfur Origin The Feirfur is a creature that can be found residing in dense woodlands residing in small burrows dug beneath the earth, as well as burrowing into tree trunks, charring the inside of the bark to a black crisp. They are natural, albeit some may think that there must have been some sort of voidal tampering to cause their existence. These creatures are not apex predators, but rather a small, defensible thing that have their place in the ecosystem; they are generally unharmed, and are omnivorous which allows for them to have an extensive diet that manages high-populations. Summary A Feirfur is a creature most easily compared to a possum or hedgehog. They are small rodent-like creatures that come in a small variety of colors; these are merely for aesthetic purposes, and grant no advantages. They are found in shades of red, orange, and yellow, although it has been said they have been found to be bright blue, too. The tips of their noses always appear crimson, and they’ve an elongated snout that thins out. Their ears are small and triangular, and their eyes are black akin to any other small rodent. Yet unlike other rodents, they lack a long tail and rather have a short stub. What truly marks these creatures different to any other is the streak of fire along their backs. This can range from small embers to a blazing, albeit small fire. The color of the fire correlates to the color of their fur, hence the name of Feirfur. Due to the energy it takes to keep a fire, the thing has an increased appetite that must always be satiated; a fire that lacks energy indicates a sick or malnourished Feirfur. Generally, they give off a soft sense of warmth when in their presence. The Feirfur is docile and friendly- perhaps even lazy, and will never go out of their way to attack something near them unless they sense danger near their way. This means a Feirfur has the ability to burn should they be quickly grabbed, but nothing more than second degree, nor lethal in any way. With this, it is also far too difficult for a Feirfur to burn a building. Taming The Feirfur is a very food-motivated creature, and enticing it with balanced meals of both meat and veg will mean a new companion to bide your time with. Some may find the Feirfur has uses among being a companion, such as warming a kettle or heating up alchemical herbs on a whim. So long as they are often fed large amounts, the creature will do just about anything. Redlines - The Feirfur can, if consented by the targeted player, burn someone. - The Feirfur cannot under any circumstances be used for arson/villainy/combat roleplay. Purpose The Feirfur is meant to be a creature that simply adds more flavor into the everyday (sometimes monotonous) RP on LOTC; specifically in its ability to heat items with a bit more ‘pizazz’ than emoting a flint and steel being used on kindling. Credits Writing/Art - GrowingIvy Name - RogueChaotic Inspiration - The Ancient Magus’ Bride

yikes. i just wanted my beach day. (I hope someone gets accordingly punished for this, yall dumb asf)

- I hate myself I like the sense of community, the sheer amount of memery, and the different storylines - I have a lot of characters! Too many, really. There's not just one I like the most, since they all have different things about them that make me play them (i.e. whimsical happy-go-lucky to throwing children off of roofs :) - I don't really have a most memorable experience, but I do love some off the smaller things especially, like simple slice-of-life. - Galette's ftw - I am a spook lover and I love the skellyman. - Fire rat soon........... soon. Maybe more like a fire hedgehog. - and just bc

I think? 2019, sometime in April was when I started playing. About to graduate HS, so why not. Been around here for better or for worse. Former bandit player, short-time nation leader, now spooky mage and writer of whatever pops into my mind. This is also your chance to ask me about new creatures I want to write :)

The Tribune writer hopes to meet the Kaktuz Weekli writer one day... nonetheless, her head bobs and a copy is tucked away into her personal stash.

Cresence stares at whatever paper she has come across. "...I am not making an elven-wide paper."

yep. i can't think of anything. can you? some candle puns? "poll all your little friends", says my mother. aight. https://forms.gle/gtK2zJJdBoTZssRP7