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“Oooh.” Simoná Pruvia smiles.

The L E F T - H A N D E D P A T H A draconic Inquisitor standing before TOR’AZDROTH Written by Qahnaarin, in memory to Helinathe and the Inquisitor-Eternal. “Our Father is the King of Kings. If you were not to acknowledge clemency, He would see submission.” “But we know the words of Mercy. We are privy to Grace where our Father would accept no challenge - no quarter. We will not strike at your hand, but offer now to teach.” “War is an argument, for we are not beings of hate. We will mend you, for who will save this world?” We see the crumbling of Man, the machination of greed, and the creatures of disgust that roam our land. And what of the next? Our lands decay from corruption around us, and the tumbling of False-Gods from their place to rid descendants of their own autonomy, self, and liberty. In a world where this occurs, how can we experience joy? The submergence of the earth. In a world in which such things occur, how can one experience only joy? We define this world as the ebb and flow of interactions. If the right-handed path, then, is to watch as a flame burns, the left-handed path is to revel in the joyous wake of its trail. The difference then, is paramount to creation. As the student of Eresar famously noted, us sons and daughters of the Mountain are created as variations of a composition, a flame in unison, but temperance akin to none other. If discerning Asioth in Creation is to nullify both “the same”, and “separate”, it is to embody a path that is carved by us, not for us. If the Mountain of Erresioth is worldly ambition, then we can only define this left-handed path as ambition personifying the world by who we are, instead of to be defined by it. Then, one would ask, what is the fruit of the left-handed path. What is it’s realization? It is simple, and we only need to point towards Asioth in Creation - self actualization and liberation. This, liberty, is what my father had taught, without require of duty nor veneration. Should one wish to live hundreds of years on this earth, he should live by action. While thus, you live, there is no way other than this by which purpose will not cling to you. Those who partake in the nature of placing the greed of otherworldly influence and Aenguls to trump their own Self, are enveloped in blind darkness, and that is where they reside who ignore that Self. For liberation, know your soul, which is motionless, yet faster than mind, it is distant, it is near, it is within all, it is without all this. It is all pervading. And he who beholds all beings in the Self, and the Self in all beings, he never turns away from it. Then, what of realizing the self? It is simple, for pursuing liberty in unrestricted freedom; defining the world as our own identity comes within it - hand by hand. The seeker of the Self, and the emancipator of liberty are the same: they are united by the manifestation of the Self through flame. They are manifested through action. My sister Helinathe once told me that to beholden wings of fire was to realize liberty and soar like no other. For if we are remnants of divinity, then none other would prohibit us to do as we were born. This is ambition, this is the Mountain, this is AZDROMOTH. Between the blade or word, destruction or order -- there is no difference, if its ambition is for liberty.

“Hey shawty.” A dragon knight says to Willy Horen. @Oinked

MC Name: Chennster RP Name: Hilal Hussain Discord: You have it Skills/Reason for Joining: Classified.

“Foh bunda.” Ser Danny Deltoids nods at the missive.

Definitely wasn't expecting this, but hats off to you Gecko. I've known Gecko for a good amount of time now, and I can speak directly to the fact that he was probably one of the worst trolls I've met (I myself was at the root end of it). Despite being someone that has had strife with him in the past, I'll come here and say that I can vouch that he's grown from his former ways, and has tremendously improved his character. When it comes to making decisions of morality, he's become more self-aware, not only for himself, but the people around him. I've heard several times where he's prevented and stopped other people from doing trolly behavior or generally rude things, which shows how much he's become. In comparison from now to many many months ago, I can definitely notice that Gecko no longer acts on mere impulsive and bad decisions, but prioritizes many other factors at hand. Should he come back to the server, he has told me of a plethora of great ideas he has for creating and starting good and niche human RP on LotC, and has expressed wishes to cultivate good experiences for those around him. His most previous infraction (and ban) was resulted due to his participation and miscommunication in PvP, although both sides have agreed it wasn't in bad faith. The fact you've written this much and put time into recognizing your failure speaks volumes. Coming from someone who's beefed with him in the past, I'd give him a shot.

Just reduce thanhium availability/supply, or lower ingots per node. It’s a cool item in concept to mana flow, but its seen way too commonly around. I wouldn’t be opposed to tweaking some of it’s properties either.

A dead agent of Ostromir vouches to eviscerate the author of this slander from this very plane, be it even to the ends of this earth.

"The Orenian people have professed their distaste to Yaromir, who has enabled heathens consorting with Man to slaughter their own kin around them; prescribing the design and politics of King-making over delegating to his clerical duties of fixing a stagnant Church." Ser Hilal comments within his own confines, musing over the events at hand. "In another world, perhaps, he would have made a great politician."

Keilann blinks, making the 0_o face.

Another Nephilim stares at the parchment, canvassing an exact identical photographic rendition of the Non-Fungible Recipe, at least, before a horrid Du Locian banker beings to scream. "You think it's funny to take screenshots of people's NFPs, huh? Property theft is a joke to you? I'll have you know that the blockchain doesn't lie. I own it. Even if you save it, it's my property. You are mad that you don't own the art that I own." "Delete that screenshot." After hours on end, the banker kicks him out of the fiefdom.

“How about you polish yourself some *******” Qahnaarin says telepathically

AT-EI: FIN REVAK BORMAH 14 MALIN’S WELCOME Y59 SA AAL YOL KOGAAN MU The infernal eruption of red flame encircled the countryside, tinges of red and gold illuminating the eyes of the Inquisitor and the elves that stood next to him. The Mountain had arrived. “There is a place.” An ethereal pillar of azure rose, withering and contorting in form. The King of Dragons spoke out, his golden voice soaring in the conversation that unfolded between the two parties that stood. “At-Ei. Where an accord much like this was struck in the time before. Go there, and go soon.” To the Grove of the South, In the first dragonflight, the conclusion of the Horenic pact with our Father resulted in clemency with descendant-kind. It was there, reconciliation was made between our kin: the ancient elves your druidic nature descends from, and our very first Dragon Knights. In our last endeavor, we spoke fondly of our shared rites of Fire. The Asioth of Madfire, of which I embody, represent that we are the origination of flame. It tethers us, and burns - just as our soul does. To this end, evolution is malignant – the left-handed path, but it is through Ruin that order is brought. In your position, stand the Hearthfires of Asioth, the flame that tethers nature, burning in temperance to preserve it. It unites nature to empathy, but represents triumph over challenge. We possess this in unison. Be it the flames that tender nature, or which burns sin to usher order. To some degree, your sentiments are correct. But we mustn't forget our place within this world, and the circumstances of which we face when your people tempered a sleeping heart of fire. We have imparted our ideals to you, of which you received heartily. Many years have come to fruition where we have avenged our wrath. But there is still work to be done. Accordingly, we will convene at At-Ei, the origin of this plane, and the shrine of the Mountainfires -- for a great brokerage to be made. Its tact is unique, for it is these fires of the Mountain shrine that represent the order of fire and nature. They are as glass, a reflection of Asioth’s pillars. Separate in form, yet all too similar in the cause of evolution, just like the both of our kin. My brother has dreamt of your saving. Fate beckons us, so let us make history. May wings shroud us, QAHNAARIN, Inquisitor of the Chosen of Azdromoth

"SA'VI" A man raises his blade in retaliation of the taxman.

Time to become a voidal mage so my spells work

“In ages of yore, the might of the Sons of Krug was incomparable. And where has balance taken us? To ignorance. And where has timidity devolved us? To stagnancy.” ”The Rex has championed the flame for he is to forge his path of reminiscence into these ages. The forging of flame is the end of ignorance and stagnancy, to soar apart from the reluctance of your spirits. He seeks to revitalize your kin to their potential, not inhibit their greatness.” A man remarks, cloaked in sage-like garments.

Being able to roleplay with you for the past few months have been one of the best experiences I’ve had fr. what got you into this specific type of roleplay? what are you proud of, and equivalently, what are some things you regret? what have you learnt from your time here also give me some good reads on things you’re inspired by, i’m tryna get like you

Love u Jimbro, thanks for ur service Still hate u for spoiling spider man tho

Give me the coordinates to marb's location.

An Inquisitor sat across Tobias and the Rex of Krugmar, imparting to him an ethereal truth. "Flame is the wake of rebirth, and growth - its cycle, as is the fuel of all creation. The birth and essence of the souls, and yet, a reminder as to the washing of sin and the weakness of your past. The forging of flame is virtue. In this Urukin war, these spirits of nature will seek to oppose your reclamation of land with the virtue of flame." "If the Lessers of Freygoth seek our opposition, then they will burn with them."

A figure sat cross legged within an age-old temple, a valiant sword by his side. His smoldering gaze heightened, the heart of fire and body of stone contemplating on this new Age of Fires. Would the Madfires of Asioth vehemently embody these orcish kin? He wondered, then, if order were to be brought by the inevitability of chaos incarnate.

Sir Hilal Hussain readies his tuba, honking a melancholy sonnet in remembrance of Philip Aurelian.

LT has prevented me from procreation.

@aiden0023 it's time.