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Step by step, in armor clad. The elf makes his way through the forest. With each crack of a stick underneath the metal boots, he looks around. Bright the moon shines upon the elf his journey. Mumbling a few soft words as he searches the woods. "By the Creator... did I really travel this far for nothing?" His brows furrow up, unable to locate any of the riddles. Letting a long defeated sigh escape as he sits himself upon a nearby rock. Hand lifted up to his chin, resting his head. So he falls in thought, the night passing into day. And as the sun creeps over the hills, a beam of light lands upon the statue far away. A laugh escapes from the elf, along with a shake of his head. Amused and relieved as his travel did have a reason after all. It was then he took out a book. Going by each statue and riddle on the bright sunny day. Writting them all down before sitting upon that lonely rock again. Starting to solve it one by one. "Rainbow bridge... cats and dogs. How much sugar do you need to survive the winter? Is this even a riddle..." After what felt likes years of thinking, the elf writes down underneath the first riddle his answer. "It is not sugar one needs to survive the winter, it is the warmth of fire. One will not survive the cold on sugar alone." So he carries on to the next. Debating for a moment but for a much shorter time. Writting his answer with a sigh. "The flames caught him off guard. The smell of seared steak was but his cows in the flames. But it was not he who bleeds, or the cows, it was his heart that bled. Bled from the pain of losing all his cows." So he carries on to the third question. Humming lightly, starting to find amusement in the riddles themself and the journey there. "He had not realised it was the the roof that had collapsed and it was the sky he saw. The whisper of the cloud was the wind, blowing into the building with the collapsed roof." Slowly he nods a few times writting down his answers. Looking over each again, satisfied with what it turned into. It was then he wrote down the next riddle along with the answer under it. "The green snake crawls into the house of the nobles. But it was not a literal snake, it was a spy or a revolutionair perhaps. Seeking to shed blood upon the noble cotton, painting it red." Gazing over the lands from his rock, the forlorn lands moving with the wind. A sigh escapes, finally writting down the last riddle and hopefully, the answer. "The horsemen traveled far out to the tavern, returning in the morning after a night of drinking. Carrying barrels of wine." And so, the young scholar makes his way from the rock to the statue. Tucking the notebook underneath one of the rocks. Out of the elements of the world, it remaining there unharmed until one might find it.

Wait people really do this? Damn... guess I die

Idea: what if a CA gets killed by the imbued sword/bound sword/funny return sword, everything turns to shit as usual besides the head? Leaving that basically behind in a puddle of its own rotting remains. Have some fancy light around it like a bubble preserving it after which the templar can go and pick it up.

After some reading I have some actual feedback wowie. About trophy's and their workings, what do you mean with same type? Would a inferi Zezimar get spooked from a Imp head for example? Considering both are a inferi type. Or will a Eidola head spook a Barrowlord? If it will have to be the exact same creature type, I feel like it will narrows down a bit too much. Will look dumb to carry five inferi heads around in case one of the types attack. Besides that nitpick, love the addition.

Oh it is beautiful

Andrillian An'asul supports his cousin with a thumb up.

For my fellow Elden Ring enjoyers. With the release of Elden Ring, I have seen quite a significant number of people here starting to play it. And for a good reason. The large open world and the high fantasy environment makes for an all in all, amazing game. The game also brings messages, bloodstains and other multiplayer features. A new feature as well is group passwords! Which means that messages and blood stains will be highlighted from your fellow group password members. There is no limit on how many people can use it, but it is a neat little thing. Laugh about each others horrible fails, how someone falls down from a cliff or grin about a stupid “dog” message infront of a horse. For those who wish to use it, I thought “Lotc” would be a fitting group password. You can turn it on by starting up the game, open the menu, scroll down to Multiplayer and then go to group passwords. Send me a DM on discord if you have issues finding the option and I gladly help.

As a technical-engineer, are you ever engin-nearing your mental limits?

God these memes are bad, I wanna know how bad I am

Kallian would cackle in his grave if it wasn't for the fact that he is dead.

Valannor being Valabased? Very epic

Protector of Fenn, he who fought in the cold lands against the Eidola remains unaware to the message yet his mind was set upon the stone creature at all times. The thing that took his arm. The dark titan of the enemy forces is all the elf could think about in recent years. Revenge. All there was on his mind was that revenge. Perhaps in due time, it would come.

Andrillian sits in the tavern of the Silver State, reading over the missive with a subtle hum. Taking a sip from his cup of water every now and then before commenting to himself. "Trial for treason, fun. Entertainment at least."

Sherlock Holmes mind palace

Through the cold snow storms of the north, the new city was created. The people of Fenn once more stepping out of the shadows and ruin into the light, a fallen Princedom made whole again. Now, with a new ally. A elf gaze drifts upon the city, a light smile forming. "Some kind of Elven Unity... let's hope it remains. But now, focus upon the basement ghost."

More mustache twirling pure evil can be fun yeh. Last interaction I had with you lot was fun so hope you bring that experience to more people.

Through the snow and mist, a elf finds one of the missives nail to a wooden board. The descendant of Malin in armor takes the paper and gives it a close look. Raising a brow at first but quickly noticing who it was from. "What are you all up to lad... it is concerning."

A certain elf sitting outside on a bench in the cold weather of the North next to his soon to be wife. Expression shifts from his layed back relaxed one to a more concerned. "Inviting dragon worshippers into your home lad? Ain't the best idea I must admit but... well you are wise. It will be alright." The elf with pale hair utters to himself and to a extend to the lady of the home. Folding the paper up with his metal plated hands and shoves it into a pocket of his armor. Being more then prepared to assist his friend if called upon.

IGN: NLThomas CHARACTER NAME: Orris Vallei'onn DISCORD: NLThomas#4337 Favourite song at the moment isssssss probably Enemy from Arcane Soundtrack, a bit of a bop ngl.

Who the **** is Frill?

Name: Orris Vallei'onn Race: High elf Age: 105 Gender: male [[OOC]] Username: NLThomas Discord: NLThomas#4337 Timezone: GMT+1