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No one ever truly leaves Lotc. I shall await your return, Twandhi from the Lord of the Craft

"They pounded upon them?!" A peasant proclaims in shock! Seemingly, not that good at reading...

The Knight of Haense growing old as the days pass reads a bit wearily over the paper nailed to a wooden board before a deep sigh escapes. "Another war..? Let us see how our new Koeng will handle this." He mumbles out.

Is there anything specific you still want to do on the server?

"And if it isn't paid then..?" The elf questions reading over the notice. Folding it up then and shoving it away into some dark corner of his study. "Oh dwarfs... never change."

A Knight quietly prays as he stood guard within the palace...

A Knight crumples up the paper into a ball. Throwing it into the fire after. "Ruthern supports soldiers." He mockingly echos and crosses his arms. "Rutherns can niet even let a Knight do their job. Bastards." He complains on from his room within the Knights keep, all words echoing back for only him to hear.

Quietly the elf sits at his desk. Sorting through all sorts of paper before his eyes land upon the letter. Taking hold of a small knife to cut the envelope open, taking the paper from within and reading through it. A sigh escaping after reading the short bit of text. "Poor child... I did try to help you on the right path. Died way too soon." He mumbles over to none but himself. Blowing out one of the candels in his room after. "Rest well, Alucard."

"... why are they so obsessed with *****?" A elf questions, shrugging and carrying on with his day

The elf looks upon the notice from a desk. Eyes flicker from word to word, and once all was read, put it away. He might no longer use the name too often yet held onto it like a relic of the past, of his old home and family. Perhaps now, it will be time to reunite.

I honestly quite like it. With a few reworks taking all the feedback in consideration I think it could work out in due time.

Ser Jakob reads over the missive. A soft smile on his face reading it all. "Been a honor Walton. Get some well deserved rest." He says, slamming his gauntlet a few times against his breastplate after. One last salut for his commander.

I can't stand the accent/typing it. Blah just ain't for me

The Morovar reads over the missive for a moment, mumbling the words quietly out to himself. Folding it after up and putting it away. "Well, another thing to keep a eye out for." Is all the Squire comments on about it. Carrying on his duty shortly after.

"Lies that dig deeper and hold more strength then the roots of the most ancient of trees. Perhaps it must all be burned to the ground to see the truth." A scholar hums from his desk upon reading the missive send out. Eventualy folding it up to store away with his many books.

And upon the missive was attached a new letter by a elf with a scarred vissage. One kept short and simple. "Greetings Alchemist Cain. I will not bother you with the simple courtesies for you gain enough of such through this missive I can only imagine. I instead wish to show it through my admiration for you work. I'm much a alchemist myself and one who has long been researching it, while I have been taught well in the basics of alchemy it doesn't mean I do not hunger for more knowledge. Long have I been reading upon the material and equally long have I been attempting to learn more, yet my road has come to a dead end. It is why I seek to become your apprentice under the arts of creating life, if I would be worthy of it. I gladly hear from you back." -Andrillian

yeh alright bring it on

Andrillian! Goofy high elf scholar with a half cooked face and a ever cold expression

There, where the river meets the sea, where the eternal city resides. the place where there are only secrets, & the citizens don’t frown so much, but they hardly smile either. Possessions are plenty and doors remain unlocked for there is no desire unfulfilled, for there is no theft where there is no desire. Though, in the streets of the eternal city, there is a never ending fog. Within every drop, the water reflects all, glasses of water in the bedsides ringing the mumbled untold secrets of the denizens that admit their secrets as they sleep. From far yonder, down the roads of gravel and ash, from the puddles that lie quiet. They watch as disputes and Tales of love spill from their lips. From port and harbor, oceans lie quiet, listening to the clashes and disputes over the worth of the aquatic beings. Yet those that hold no access to its omniscient visions, they remain unknown to its mysteries. For all they know is the bliss that has been granted upon the eternal city, the ever stale city where none is without their desires. A wanderer, adorned in black cloth, wanders the streets of the eternal city. A citizen , questioning the state of the city he grew up in. But none of the other citizens dared or could answer such question. For why ever question the bliss the city has been granted. It was upon the beach, the wanderer stood staring out to the water. Ever starring and pondering upon the secrets of the town with many secrets. And it was then, the miracle faltered for a mere moment. The great hungry Eye peered up from the ocean, staring at that elf. Ever hungry that eye starred, and all the elf could do was yell: “These are secrets! My secrets! And my secrets are all I have!” From the ocean, dark shadowy tendrils shot out of the deep dark ocean to take hold of that ungrateful elf. Pulling and dragging them through the sand, far below the surface of the water where light dare not enter. An eye. Massive in size, its gaze soul piercing, the all knowing creature of the depths stares up to the elf, ever hungry to know more. The creature that never sleeps, never falters and always listens and sees, its mind unjudging and ever hungry. Only hungry for knowledge, but what knowledge… all knowledge. Be it the food you had last night or memories of poor decisions. The letter you wrote but never sent or the letter you received but never did answer. The family you wish to create or that family you wish to cut out of your life like a tumor. It ever consumes and feasts upon the secrets of the denizens of that eternal city. It was there, the eye brought the wanderer. So far below the surface that the weight of the water alone pushes the air out of one's lungs, choking upon the water for that is all they could gasp for yet the wanderer could never die. And within his mind the booming voice of that eternal eye spoke, inducing a headache purely from having it projected into their thoughts. And the watcher, holder of all secrets and knowledge of the eternal city spoke out to the elf: “You ungrateful little insect. For what pretty things I have granted you. For what peace time I have given you. For what love I have shown you-” Two Eyes in the dark shoot open. The once dreaming figure now in a cold sweat, awakened from the nightmare. Heavy anxious breathing came from the elf, ever fearful yet curious of what lies deep beneath the sea… where light dared not travel.

The soon-to-be Knight vissage inspects the missive. A soft chuckle . "About time." He mumbles, grinning brightly after as he starts to prepare his weaponry for the quest. "May it be a succesful hunt or die trying."

Yas

[!] Through the streets of Celia'nor, Elvenesse, Krugmar and all the other cities within the west, a old monk with dark robes yells about a terrible sighting. Nailing old papers to wooden boards, warning about a great evil within the woods! Beware the Owl of the Night! [!] A sketch of the creature drawn with pencil upon the old parchment. Beware beware, ye God fearing men, those foolish to travel the dark. A beast, demonic in shape and ugly like one's mother. A creature truly most foul has been seen crawling through the woods in the West! May God be with you all in these dark times, and may God be your guiding light for those who travel the nights. Beware the Owl of the Night! OOC:

Best CRP I've ever had was when a large group of Fenn and Mystics clashed in combat. This was all out of good faith to have some fun on both sides, having been some preparations upfront. Of course, this wasn't during a active war and both player bases agreed to the large fight. It is possible, yes. But not during wars like this.

Do agree it should go punished if proper reports are made. Though people who think its only Lotc that had this issue are a bit ignorant on the entire internet. Anonymity sadly brings out the worst in some people. Glad to hear stuff is doing good for you though.