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Softly came the sorrowful song of birds in the distance, an echoing pattern that bounced off the walls of the sanctum he found himself in. It was a serene place if not melancholic, the faint scent of incense hung around the still air accompanying the sight of a long abandoned temple. Within sat a man, his face adorning a blindfold and aging, well-worn but simple armor and weapons, which upon the removal of his eyes became mere ornaments on the man's person. Locked into their scabbards with the dirt and grime which over many days of idle meditation and prayer to his ancestors accumulated and clung to his body. Now the man did not pray for his Ancestor's guidance in the open air where he could be close to such people. He sat in that quiet chamber in similarly silent prayer. Many things came to pass over the Templar's mind, the most recent events first. Failures both as a leader and as a Templar, the moments of his blinding at the hands of his old friend, a punishment for crimes he did not commit but punishment he believed within him that he truly deserved. For a man who was so blinded by an irrational compassion deserved to live as such in all aspects. A punishment well-earned in negligence and failures, one issued by those unswayed by the moral lines the Templar clung to and to whom he now pleaded to for the return of that sight. A Templar is by nature proud, but the man who sat in the dusty old temple resembled as much a Templar as he did anyone stricken with pride. His knees long gone numb as he followed the instructions of his return mentor and teacher “Pray to those powers which have delivered this punishment to you, then rest Oliver” the specter spoke to him, and so he did. By memory, he embarked on the long pilgrimage to this dusty temple where he prayed until he could no longer 3 days in that quiet chamber, or so he estimated with no other way of knowing. Meditation on his failures had come and gone now, as one thing possessed his mind. All he lacked now was his vision, and his cause could be sought after with greater vigor than ever before. The now useless sword could once again find its home in the Templar's grip, and those who he had failed would know of his strength. Three days he spent on these prayers before his body finally slumped back into the wall, no longer able to support the kneeling pose. Soon after, the comfort of cold stone dragged him into sleep, where he received what he sought after. A noise inexplicable in nature, almost akin to a chorus of singers all attaining a different note. It began merely as silence. Slowly, as though over many hours, it grew in volume until his ears began to ache. Though he hardly could recall when it even began, he eventually gripped at the sides of his head in a meager attempt to cull the noise. His hands clamping so hard against his ears they ached. Eventually in desperation he ripped away the blindfold as the fabric blocked his hands from forming a seal around his ears, though as the cloth strip was torn away so did the noise. Although the man lacked eyes, he saw something beautiful before him. Light, mere light perhaps to others but to him, it was radiance that engulfed the Templar. The sight of it and the silence made the man feel as though he could collapse in relief or tears. Though before he managed either a voice boomed out, a voice of authority and power, one that was unmistakable in nature to Oliver and shook him to his core just as it shook the very space around him. “LOOK ONLY FORWARDS NOW” The moment the booming tone struck him, he awoke once again to that pure black space which he had become too accustomed to, a draft crossing his now naked and still empty eyes sockets. Merely a moment passed as he considered what he saw before his hands searched for that blindfold which he returned to its home, and the relief he sought for found him.

"Baronial house?" Oliver Black muses curiously "Wasnt even aware myself"

If I were to put in my two cents Same map size, but more usable area, considering that much of the current map is still locked up or reserved by ST, it might be great early on however several months in I think there will be huge issues of over crowding, also it would feel strange for nations to be so very close to one another

The temporary ruler of Cartef Mor smiles warmly as his distant kins welcome

"my mother would be rolling in her grave" a Tired traveller mutters to himself as he read someplace of the news and carrying on his way

FULL REMOVAL IT DOES NOT SERVE RP IN THE SLIGHTEST, EASY CHOICE

Shit Can I just ask to be cursed? didnt realize this would go so well if someone just asked to get fucked up XD

Danm I remember my first persona searched his entire life for someone who knows Kani with no luck, hopefully this means it will at least be a bit more common

Oliver sat in his room reading the letter eyes ever so slightly wet as he scanned the paper carefully and with a sigh folding it in half adding it to a small collection of letters stashed away in a small no descript box that sat on his shelf, setting the ring on top of it before pushing it back into place, he prepared to head to Alicgrad to collect his youngest son Hali

1. Awesome 2. Gambling plugin To expound on point too A plugin that could be as simple or expansive as the tech team can muster the effort for, /dice 2 to auto roll 2 d6 /dice 1 for 1 so on so forth /Coin for a coin flip I dont really know the boundaries of coding plugins but a card system would be awesome idk man seems dope

Come be based with the Adunians

The Cloud Temple should 100% be in the clouds if you ask me

(Thanks for the help not having this be garbage Charbi) The night in Elysium remained quiet for quite some time as it normally did at such a late hour. However, without warning, a single loud explosion could be heard from the top of the highest palatial tower ending with the distant sound of glass smashing to the ground beneath. Anyone who looked out their window to search for the noise would see a slight but steady pouring of smoke coming from the now missing windows of the tower. Those within the tower had a slightly different experience. The de Astreas and the posted Lunarian guards would feel quaking in addition to the noise that trembled down to even the lowest quarters, sending the guards into action, the source quickly being found. Fearing some kind of potential attack, the white armored figures took the massive lift up to the top floor only to find one Fitzgerald De Astrea flung onto his side from where an explosion seemed to emanate. The young man was thankfully still breathing, though entirely unconscious in the ruined laboratory. Subsequently, the young Lord would struggle for a night, having to be resuscitated once at the dismay of his close family. However, after many hours of peaceful rest Fitzgerald would open his eyes with a flutter, glancing around with apparent confusion. The doctor attending to him, Esmeralda Guenevere, noticed the small movement and walked over quickly to examine him. “Careful Fitz, not too quick,” she said down to him. “Uh… why am in the clinic… and who are you?” he asked curiously to the woman should have known quite well. Strange as it was, many people might’ve visited him, only to receive the young man's apologetic look and an introduction. After sufficient physical recovery, it was determined that while he had his faculties about him, he would quickly learn that he had forgotten many faces and more than a few specific skills: while he could recall fletching an arrow he had little to no recollection of actually shooting a bow. For now, the man would carry on with most of his work, confused as he was at times.

I love it Anyone who says it doesn't "Fit" into Lotc I believe has a narrow veiw on what could be, this isnt glockomancy this is some dope shit I cant wait to see (Definitely not just cause it means we could drop bombs on people... only a bit)

Fitz signs the petition only from pure curiosity of what this debate may consist of Fitzgerald De Astrea

Fitz would smile brightly at the announcement of the Alliance "The West has come together in friendship, what a lovely day" he says warmly

Have you always played Dilfs? If not you got a favorite character? why? who were they?

Fitzgerald of Elysium would write a Brief response via letter to the senders of this Missive "To whom it may Concern, on behalf of Elysium as an Ally of Elvendom and a friend of those who would help to protect the balance and Safety of Almaris I would ask that we might sit down and discuss any viable methods in which Elysium may assist you, or at minimum how I may personally serve your cause -Fitzgerald De Astrea of Elysium"

Fitz would stand in place reading the note he remains silent for so long it would prompt his child to tug on his sleeve likely curious to what it was he was reading "oh I'm sorry... I've just heard a friend has gone away for a while" he says struggling to keep his tone happy for her "let's go Mica, I want to spend as much time with you as I can" (Danm got me crying in the club Soriana was cool can't wait to meet you else you'll play though)

Mmmh good soup For real though bad ass write up can't wait to see this shit go up

Fitz simply sighs in his confinement, at least there is ale here in the Tavern, he thinks with a shrug having a sip and waiting

Elvendom and Elysium are both lovely places I would recommend to Players looking for a relaxed place to play Zill is dope too so if you go to Elvendom you will get a lot of him

The young man Fitz would kick back into a chair taking a moment to relax "I'm simply glad all was sorted and friendships cemented"

Hello, as a member of Elysium, kinda leadership, if someone is OOCly abusing there role as a soilder without RP to back it up feel free to let someone know, either myself or any of the stewards, its the last thing we want

NO ARMOR IN BOATS