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  1. Levian'Tol nods his big head several times as he glances over the missive. "Good good, a red on teh Throne."
  2. @Nooblius I think we should rewrite the Brathmordakin to introduce more... dynamic roleplay.
  3. The Seaward Fox “Really? Where I’m not comfortable?” Viran Illera Vulnrith hopelessly spit the taste of salt out of his mouth and over the side of his small wooden ship, truly nothing much more than a dingy he knew no one would miss. Just a few miles before him lay The Great Storm, the elf ensuring his small ship stays well clear. The shadow of Aevos in the opposite direction gave the ame some heart. He’d adjust the spear held awkwardly in his hands as he peered into the bottomless well all around him. His eyes drifted to his fox companion as she stood proudly on the meager prow. “I see why my Maln never finished a dedicancy now.” The elf complained to the fox though its enamor with the sea was all that had been keeping Viran alive. The fox would routinely jump into the sea and return, its red coat shimmering as it came up with small fish that stated both of their hunger. “Had I ne found you as a kit I would believe there was Almendrim roots inside you, however you became my companion, I do not know.” The fox ignored Viran’s petulance. They had been at sea for three days on his trial and Viran felt no closer to completing this trial as he did when he disembarked. He had seen sharks, whales, and even massive 8 legged creatures venture to spy on his ship though either when Viran stabbed at them, missed a throw of his spear, or went toppling over the side they swam off at a speed Viran was hopelessly outmatched for. For three days all of his actions were fruitless. As the sun sank beneath the horizon for a 4th time the light of the moon danced across the ocean, Viran glanced up at it, there in its full glory shining down on his endeavor. The sea around his boat grew more rough, water lashing up onto the deck and obscuring the water below him so Viran turned from the side. “Another fruitless day.” He’d mutter out as he laid on the deck his eyes scanned the stars above him, many were missing due to the light of the full moon though there were some to follow. Viran would be abruptly awoken a few moments later as his Vuln jumped onto his chest. A sharp exhale leaving him as he glared at the fox. It’s shivering frame cowered in the corner of the ship as it cried out several times. Viran immediately recognized the fear in the fox as that of a prey. His hand went for his spear as he sprung up to his feet, the ame’s eyes dancing around the ship as he saw nothing but the rough sea around him. His eyes went to the fox one more time as it continued to cower in the corner, he knew her instincts were right as both of his hands gripped the spear. As his eyes raced about till near the edge of the boat he’d see something slimy and grotesque rise onto the lip of the boat, then another, and another. Three large and sharpened tentacles pulled down on the front of the ship, listing it into the water as the snarling face of a Shulkra. Rose above the boat. Its tentacles reared backwards as it eyed Viran. A wash of terror passed over the ame as his eyes went wide. His hands loosened on his spear as despair wracked his heart, the hope of land fading from him before he felt a gentle nudge on the back of his leg. There his fox stood, terrified and cowering behind him. He watched her as her eyes rose to him, there in them he saw the eyes of his people, his Talonnii, his Mar’haelun, his Haelun, and his Oem’ii, those who he wished to have the strength to protect, the reasons why he walked the paths that he does, the reasons why he stood now on this rickety ship in the middle of the ocean, the reasons he now stands toe to toe with a Shulkra. His grip tightened around the spear in his hands as his gaze returned to the Shulkra, a fire in his belly as the beast tugged further on the boat. His eyes closed for one moment as a prayer was uttered. “Mani guide my spear.” Viran leaped towards the beast, his own teeth bared as he thrusted the spear against the hard carapace of the beast's head. The spear would screech along it haplessly before a tentacle lashed against Viran, its sharped point opening up a gash along his side before he went flying back in the boat, landing with a thud. He quickly forced himself to dodge another incoming tentacle as it whirled at him, it lodged itself into the side of the boat as the Shulkra let out a thunderous hiss that shot Viran back against the side of the ship again. Viran gripped his side as the beast shrugged to rip its tentacle free, his wound soon scabbing over with unnatural speed just as the tentacle ripped free, as it did another tentacle shot towards Viran as he slinked to the side as stabbed the beasts tentacle all the way through, blood began oozing out onto Viran’s hands before he held onto the spear and ripped upwards, the tentacle tearing and ripping after before the Shulkras 3rd tentacle lashed towards Viran. He was forced to release his spear as the Shulkra’s tentacle lashed just over his head, his hands dropped to his sides as he drew out his two matching daggers and crossed them before him. It was then there was a pause as the Shulkra stared into the faint blow glow of the knives. Viran eyed the beast, seeing his spear dangling in one of the three tentacles, leaving it mangled and unusable. Its hardened carapace backlit by the moon, Viran’s eyes scanned desperately to find some flaw in the Shulkra’s defense before letting heavy sigh and bolting forward. The Shulkra snapping out of its daze as its three tentacles went lashing at the ame, whirling around Viran as he jolted side to side to avoid the blows as he closed the distance between him and the Shulkra. The tentacles rang against his blades as he parried one, then the other, the beasts neck now within reach before it let out another cry that shot pain and confusion through Viran’s head, pausing him for a moment as a tentacle thudded against his body forcing Viran to the ground. The other healthy tentacles rose high above him as he went to stab down and impale Viran. As it lashed downwards, Viran’s Vuln would leap from the side of the ship and dig its claws into one of the eyes of the Shulkra, a deep crimson ooze pouring out of it as the fox dug deeper, the Shulkra recoiled in pain as it lashed its head about, the Vuln hanging on desperately before being flung through the air and landing in the ocean. The Shulkra’s one good eye trained onto Viran as he recovered to his feet. The two daggers illuminating the ship as a anger welled inside the ame as the sight of his Vuln being thrown. Another desperate charge was launched as he circled to his right and into the blindspot of the Shulkra, its tentacles were less precise and far more clumsy as Viran took chunks of flesh with each parry as the Shulkra’s blood slowly began to fill the ship. In desperation the Shulkra lashed its injured tentacle forward and Viran slipped to the side and ripped his daggers into the flesh around the spear and rotated them. The whole tentacle snapping free as the Shulkra recoiled in pain as its dismembered tentacle flapped around in the boat. Viran reclaimed his spear as the Shulkra recoiled into the water, submerging beneath the depth the ame finally had time to collect himself. He would look down and see dozens of cuts across his arms and legs though the massive cut on his side seemed to be holding beneath the scabs he had applied to it. A deep sigh escaping him as he now looked about the ship, the Shulkra was circling him now, its two remaining tentacles left above the water as they waited for a moment to strike. Viran prepared himself for the inevitable but just as he felt it was to lash out, it sunk beneath the waves, vanishing as Viran cried out in shock as his hunt eluded him, completely forgetting the desperateness of the situation. Though just as Viran peered over the edge he saw it coming, the blood trail ozzing out of the Shulkra now looked like a pillar climbing straight for him, its speed growing as it aimed for the bottom of the ship. The ame let out a small sigh as he looked around the ship, already crumbling around him, he shrugged and mumbled “One shot at this.” He stood in the middle of the ship and as the Shulkra slammed into the bottom of it and ripped through the middle of the ship, Viran waited patiently as the floor beneath him shattered until his saw the empty eye hole of the beast rising through the shattered planks. With all the might left in his weary bones he would stab down with the spear, the sound of its steel head crunching through the flesh and bone of the Shulkra head echoed through the waves as the beast momentum crashed into Viran all at once as the world went dark around him. There he lay in darkness, a coolness washing over him as an ame stood over him in the black. his green eyes peering down as his mouth began to move as muffled voices filled Viran’s head. He would tilt his head to the side as he forced himself to focus on the lips of the man as the voices grew in desperation, his face straining as he watched the man mouth “Wake up”. Just then a sharp pain ripped across his cheek as his eyes lashed open, his Vuln was biting at his cheek, as Viran opened his mouth the admonish the act, his lungs filled with saltwater as the realization that he was drowning quickly set in on the ame as he looked upwards at the warping face of the full moon and began to crawl towards it, kicking and pulling as the familiar darkness began to set it before he broke the surface of the ocean. Saltwater poured from every opening on his face as he let coughed his way into consciousness and reached for the closest shadow near him. Holding on he would recollect himself before looking around, the remnants of his ship lay broken and shattered all around him. Viran let out a small cry of desperation as chunks slipped beneath the sea, his eyes soon looking towards what he was holding onto. There it was, his hands had grabbed hold of the floating carcass of the Shulkra, his spear jutting out of its head as it floated atop the waves like a saving grace. A smile quickly crawled across his fatigued face as climbed atop the corpse with a huff masked by the start of a laugh, his Vuln jumping atop the corpse at it let out several happy yaps. Viran would spread his arms out as the mood light rippled across him and the corpse beneath him before his eyes set on Aevos in front of him. “Now, to get back.”
  4. Levian'Tol squints as he tries to read the gold writing. "Bah, legal troubles. Just sayin, ef teh prosecutor es dead, ain't no one prosecutin."
  5. Levian'Tol Grandaxe stares at the missive for a few moments as doubt crept into his mind, the highlander who came to him for his blessing spoke with such reverence towards the All-Father it reminded him of his own youth and he had given his blessing for them to reform the order before he truly realized the implications. Now only time could tell if he had made a mistake or if his old order would once again bring about a adherance to the tenants he had once held so tightly. Levian'Tol whispered a prayer to the Braths before tucking the missive away.
  6. For those who choose to venture near the grave of the Bloody Fox, they may find the flowers seem to bloom a bit brighter and the grass a deeper shade of green as nature itself seems at peace. Though the wind would be brisk, whipped up in a sense of urgency.
  7. The Bloody Fox’s Final Log 104 of the Second Age A final bell rang out of the short life of Vallein Morea’ii Arvellon-Vuln’miruel. His life had been one filled with adventure, passion, love, betrayal, and violence. The mali’ame attempted always to practice the words he preached as the many mistakes he made in his early life led him to be one of firm principles and a strong will. The ame grew up well in Elvenesse surrounded by his family and friends. His young years were spent running through the wooded city of Elvenesse as he learned right and wrong from his haelun and how to play from his uncle and aunts. His brothers and sister growing as the Vuln’miruel seed was built around him, he embraced each one with the love that the adoptive seed always expressed towards new family members. Despite this happy childhood his earliest memory as a babe was watching as his birthplace and first home were overrun with inferni, the sight of the fires that burned as they fled on ships scarred his memory till his final days, so when Vallein attempted to follow the peaceful path and become a druii as all of his family had done before him, something snapped inside him. He left the path of the druii and joined up with a mercenary company to fight all across Almaris. The ame finally felt the strength to defend his home flooding into him as he survived battle after battle. Winning victory after victory till it all felt empty, there was no purpose in his actions. The ame left the mercenaries and returned home to Elvenesse in time to watch it burn. Azdromoth set fire to the street he grew up running down, to the room he grew up in, all the strength he thought he had gained was useless before something he could not reach. His path then led him to the Paladins of Xan who he aided in cleansing some evil from the world. Before he continued about on his own. The ame fighting darkness in whatever alley he could find it in an attempt to bring some light back into the world. The ambition led him to Haelun’or where he assisted in the rallying of the mali’aheral into a force that would one day become Celia’nor. Fighting alongside each of them till the city was established. Then as the time stretched on the taint that Vallein fought against filed into Celia’nor, seeping into even the palace as Vallein was banished. He traveled the world in an attempt to find a new purpose though his banishment merely reaffirmed his beliefs that these corruptions had taken root. He returned as a new Princess was crowned, attempts to be a measured voice of reason among the crowd fell on deaf ears and personal animosity overpowered anything that could have been made better. His anger at the corruption he believed to have taken hold boiled over when he attacked an Azdrazi. The ame’s attack was stopped by the Princess who threw herself in the way of the blade, with his attack failing, Vallein retreated. Returning some days later she attempted to take a step towards amends. A promise of protection offered to him was instantly betrayed as he was ambushed. Attacked in the back and dragged into the Celia’norian palace where the ame was butchered. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ OOC Notes: _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [!] Letters would be found within the cold and ruined confines of Vallein’s home and distributed privately to each individual. Sonna Vuln’mirul @Junoix Renae Athri’onn & The Athri’onn’s @TheHeftyDonut @TwistedFries Seraphina & Ventys @Endaaron @GlassySkies Ventys & Astulion @TaytoTot @X3N02k The Siblings @Kholibrii @Exolaltyl0305 Yulnayl @dove Nailo @TwiSama Kosher & Acanthus @Pancho @AgentofDeath13 Valyris @Cepheid [!] A few other private notes would be issued [That will be added to this post, people I inevitably forget as I am writing this at 1am. That is my bad.]
  8. The Bloody Fox’s Log Volume 2 104 of the Second Age It has been long overdue that I publish another log. The people of Almaris are due an explanation for all the travesty in the world today and I seek to bring about an element of that explanation. I am no great individual with no gods who have blessed me and no taint to possess me. But Sonnos has taught me how to be cunning and Morea has taught me to be brave. I have been at the venture of fighting what lurks in the dark for nearly my entire adult life. Never have I seen a place so filled with taint and corruption as the Principality of Celia’nor. I returned to Celia’nor after many years of exile to find a place that seemed to be following in the ways that we had set about when we founded the city. A place of peace and unity for those ostracized by The Silver State and the societies of Almaris that cast them out. As I settled there I found myself increasingly noticing the peculiarities with strange visitors in late hours to the castle and the use of violence against those undeserving. I explored the city and found obelisks beneath many homes, rooms filled with blood and gore from Aspects know what beasts. I found people of ill intent consorting with the nobility in every place I looked. I found myself no longer content in the waiting of the Princess to see the error of her ways for inaction leaves her no better than an instrument of violence, the same as a blade on the hip of cruelty. In a social at Starpool I could no longer stand aside and allow the evil that had festered to continue its walking in the sunlight. I felt the need to shove it back into the shadows it had come from. I crossed the ballroom floor and attempted to embed my dagger into the neck of a nephilim that sought to speak his foul tongue among the crowd. Then the Princess herself intervened, she threw her arm in the way of my blade and my thanium dagger laid a cut upon her arm. Simply examine her to know the truth of my words. Her inaction towards the corruption festering in her city now turned into a horrid defense of it. Her actions are inexcusable. Then at this moment a BSK Soldier and an Olog who had been pursuing this nephilim sprung forth to aid me. Brave individuals both, for we were surrounded by those who only sought to protect the beast’s ability to spew his corruption upon the world. Both were mercilessly cut down by a horde of Nephilim and Celia’norian mali despite their attempts to ease the crowd that had been so recklessly whipped up by Abdiel and Zodd. I just managed to escape as the Valah and Olog held them off for me to beseech the people of Almaris. I beg of the kind hearted and fair people of Celia’nor and of all of Almaris, do not allow taint to stain your cities. Fight against it in all of its forms. Signed, [!] A public letter would be sent to all corners of Almaris. Below the letter would be a list attached: Abdiel - A Cursed Being of Red Skin Zodd - A follower of Azdromoth with a forge in Celia’nor Coalskinned Azdrazi with Scales and Horns, Red Eyes - A Nephilim of Azdromoth who frequents Celia’nor
  9. I'll never rp a Dutch Human Culture if one gets added to LOTC. Just saying....
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