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Walter let out a sigh of relief while tending to his minor injuries. "Today's battle was won, despite being outnumbered, the keep stood tall. Let us hope Feidelhm keeps on watching over us." He'd then glance at his blade, knowing that in the grand scheme of things, it was only a step towards a bigger fight.

Walter read the missive with a curious hum "Some names are missing, but nothing that can't be amended. Perhaps a letter is due."

A quiet sulk was let out in the clinic of Soleaum. He had denied the legitemacy of this news when both his wife and mentor informed him, yet he still denied. In his mind, Tomes was no different than Hank, his now-deceased brother. Though not bound by blood-they were bound by honour and comradery. Walter sat in silence for a long while after reading the letter, his fingers tracing the edges of the page as though reluctant to let it go. If he were to put this letter away, he would be accepting his brother's death, he would be forced to move on. The words weighed heavy on him, though they were meant to be carried like a mantle, the guilt outweighed his optimism. He should have been there to aid him, he should have been there to prevent his demise. The guilt was akin to an interrogator, confronting every defensive thought Walter had, remindful of every wrong step he took, and every step he refused to take. The images of what Tomes entrusted him flashed in his mind, his cloak, his hat. Walter did not imagine them as simple objects, he thought of them as fragments of the man’s spirit. The duty weighed on his conscience, he still wanted to deny that his brother died, after all, they have spoken of unusual ways to cheat the very thing that was naturally inevitable for their kind. His hand traced the very book Tomes had written for him before, he still hadn't finished it as he prefered to savour it. Now, he was never going to, as it simply turned into one of the things he was holding on. When at last he spoke, it was not to the room but to the quiet air around him, as if Tomes might still hear: "This is nae a goodbye, I know you will return. I will keep your tokens safe, and I promise to return them to you." With that, just like his old comrades Grimm, Timothy and Greg, Walter swore to never forget Harpocrates "Tomes" Hemasteron's name. For we die twice: Once when our souls leave our bodies, and twice when our names are uttered for the last time...

Walter read the missive with a disgusted frown "Over a shield? That just adds to the list of why it is nae a good idea to align with the Empire... Good on this author to get the truth out. I just hope they do nae have to go through it again..." - The Empire Strikes Back I suppose..."

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All I'm gonna say is that the first and only chance I got to rp in Alba as a darkspawn, it went from 2 v 4, to a 2 v 8 without a bell (it was not crowded at first, we literally scouted irp before) really quickly, and that it mostly contained child soldiers that ignored dspawn emotes of attacking in front of a mod. Apart from that, active nation. I can't speak for all, but when I do dspawn RP, I try to put narrative into it, I try to create storylines that don't just end in one encounter as it is more of a you win some you lose some moment rather than "My char has this specific weapon you're weak to, I win you lose now gimme your loot ez". But that is what it seems to be nowadays so I digress lmao. As for having nations that are welcoming to all isn't significantly a bad thing, not every rp has to be centralised to certain niche that majority follow. This explains it really well, if you are upset that a particular nation exists because "they accept everyone", then simply take the same advice that is given when complain about a similar issue, simply don't go to that nation. If it doesn't speak to you, then simply walk away. But don't hate on it if it speaks to a certain audience.

Attack on Soleaum - Entry 1 3rd of The Deep Cold Year 242 of the Second Age It had begun with a tremor which I felt was no cause for concern, it was faint at first, almost forgettable. I was in my laboratory prior to things escalating, working on my automatons when the lifeblood inside of the container vibrated unusually. The glassware on the shelves gave a soft, restless rattle. I paused, waiting for the moment to pass. The mountains often stirred with minor quakes, usually nothing more than the grumbling of ancient stone. If only it was such… The shaking intensified, books I kept in my shelves slid from their cases. A vial of concoction I had nae finished yet shattered on the ground; the liquid dissolving, the vial shattering in millions of pieces. By the time I made it to the gate of Soleaum, the earth beneath Soleaum was pulsing with unnatural rhythm, a deep, relentless thrumming like a war drum being struck below our feet. The Ivory Sage of Soleaum was already by the gates, sitting in his usual spot and conversing with a visitor. I asked him if this was what he had been expecting for, the thing he had warned me months prior. I had awaited. Before he was able to answer my question, both of our gazes met its…a massive, earthen hand breaching the northern waters, rising from the depths like a forgotten god. Chains erupted from the ground in great iron bursts, carving through stone and soil alike. The wind turned bitter, I had never seen such things before, they were beyond my mundane comprehension. Their bodies were infused with the elements of mother nature. My first theory was that these creatures were of Voidal origin, the very practice I swore to keep my hands off of. It poisons one's mind with fear, yet if you wield it well, you are practically untouchable. Regardless of how they were made, it was sure they were here to harm us. Creatures that gave off a feeling of a cold blizzard rained arrows our way, though they were nae difficult to deal with. Next, there were fire elementals, their bodies flickering with molten veins, took to the air and hurled fireballs toward our walls. But worst of all were the mountain elementals of staggering size, carved from the cliffs themselves. They moved with a terrible inevitability, each footfall cracking the earth as they advanced. I remember cleaving through a fireborn creature mid-flight, its body bursting into a spray of embers. I remember the sting of an ice arrow grazing my shoulder, numbing my arm. And I remember the ground splintering as a giant’s fist slammed down where I had stood moments earlier. But we endured. The Grand Kingdom of Urguan fought beside us, their brave soldiers and might aided us greatly in this fight, their weapons clearly mighty, and the Grand King’s carbarum dentures shiny. The druii of the Redtail Grove struck from above, raining down arrows and keeping them at bay. Eventually, the chains began to fail, crumbling to ashes. But just before the last of it vanished, I moved. I don’t know what compelled me, but I moved. I reached into the smoke and grabbed a chunk of a rock. I wrapped it in cloth, unknowing of its capabilities, I stored it for further research. I fear this is only just the beginning of something far worse. The mountain stirred once. I fear it may do so once again.

+1 Really cool concept, great idea!

As Walter began reading the parchment, a clear 'I knew it' look donned his face "So it was something of voidal origins. Regardless, they still owe me a drink for pulling that off." Walter then continued restocking his equipment after treating Bael, having quite the trouble washing Bael's blood from his hands.

As someone who has done both mundane and alchemy medic rp, there are differences to both but I have had quite the experience in mundane. Like Lirinya said, you need to know a lot of OOC information for it (which I firstly started by reading a TON of books about being a medic, messed up a lot, then gradually got better, and some people may not want to go through that). Alchemy is far easier obviously, if you know the potions etc. But it could get quite stale and repetitive, especially if you get the same type of injuries, by then it just turns into an emote copy paste. Mundane is quite limited. As Cheese said, you need Alchemy to go along with medicine, and not knowing Alchemy can really limit what you know and what you can do. With me, it also doesn't help that the first proper time I wanted to do mundane medic rp, I was thrown in the middle of a huge metaplay scenario BECAUSE of my characters lack of skills at that time. It was completely demotivating. That's just my 2 cents on it.

Hey man, you were one of the first people I rped with after my hiatus. Although we haven't rped too much after that, I still consider you a great friend. Sorry to hear that you're leaving as well as what made you leave. I hope everything works out for you! Thank you for all the fun moments Grimm!

I've asked this question in a nation server before, but now I want to actually ask it to everyone who would love to answer it. Psychology contains The Big Five or Five Factor Model which describes personality types under these 5 categories: Extraversion (Or Surgency): The broad dimension of extraversion encompasses such more specific traits as talkative, energetic, and assertive. Agreeableness: Includes traits like sympathetic, kind, understanding, and affectionate Conscientiousness: Includes traits like organized, thorough, and planful. Neuroticism: Includes traits like tense, moody, and anxious. Sometimes referred to as Emotional Stability Openness to Experience: The clue is in the name, it includes traits like having wide interests, and being imaginative and insightful. These factors are determined through a test, an these traits have scores, so my question is, If your character(s) were to take this test, which factor do you think would score the highest? For those that are indecisive and want to take the test, here: https://discovermyprofile.com/tests Select "My Personality 100-Item"

"It is progress....only backwards" Walter let out a sigh, sitting somewhere outside Soleaum. "I could have sworn Nepir spoke of something like this before. How difficult it is to be open minded while keeping in touch with your values?"

Walter read the missive in his workshop in Soleaum while working on his prosthetic hand, with a raised brow, he said "Even the once-devoted are opposing Celia'nor. Regardless, it was a matter of when, nae if. Am I wrong suika..?" he turned the missive over to Medea with one hand.

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Kenkrug would nod while listening to the chef cook. He simply said "Dey nub lyke uz. Bub'hozh bruddah!"

Walter read the missive with a saddened expression, as much as Timothy was his friend, he was also his valued patient. He could not help but feel guilty for not being there for his halfling friend to mend his injuries this time. "One by one, all the ones I cherished are meeting their end...I have to take more drastic measures..." Meanwhile, the Uruk that had helped in the halfling's demise smirked at the missive, though his smirk was cut short with him wincing at the injury Timothy caused, he looked over to the counter to the eyepatch which he was now forced to wear, as the halfling was able to get one up on him by taking his eye. "How da zkah azh zquel waz ayble to hurt mi mozt kompared to da pinkehz agh treeuggerz."