Valannor

Can confirm, our rotten berry stores have run low so we're subsisting off of a thin stew made of all the ratiki slaughtered during LBerg

In the wise words of Celebrimbor, you are banished from death. J/k ily Pund have fun not being shackled! I release you from this fresh hell!

Upon mount most celestial, then, did some errant Elfess journey forth, an errant missive clutched in hand as her boot flattened the grass 'neath her heel, dirt and rock shifting underfoot as the sun crested the weary horizon and bade farewell to the moon's sullen glow. As she met that Tresery upon the sun-kissed speak, a small smile stretched across chapped lips, a cheshire grin unfurling now upon the sight of the 'Ame. Carried forth on a chorus most Aengulic then spake she, silken-clad hands folded upon the small of her back; "I am proud of you, young one... It is time to go home."

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Mmm yes these spiders smell of spiders

A particular Elfess would blink as she read o'er the missive, examining such a document in triplicate so as to ensure she did not misconstrue its contents. Upon realizing that things were as they seemed, the parchment would be haphazardly tossed into the fires of a raging hearth. "What degeneracy has burrowed its way into the hearts of Horen's progeny?"

We stay strapped in these streets

... I really don't get the point of this one being honest w/ you. We've already got a fat handful of herbs that are made to heal burns at increased rates.

Lightstones really shouldn't work with this, as their appearance is derived from the divine energies they grow from. Otherwise, I vibe w/ it.

This is why I love you, Breeni.

A Peculiar Hound would nod in approval of such a missive. "Death to the Maleficar - mayhaps Karinah'siol is due for a mission from the Blackened Sun..."

A Servitor of Order would loft a brow, armor-clad digits coiled about the missive that had been delivered unto them from the Silver State. A dry chuckle would be heard to rumble out from their maw, 'afore it might be cast aside and filed away. "How curious that one who knows naught of Xannic doctrine posits that they know all of what it entails - a profound ignorance, unknown by even those of the Black Sun. If one were so informed, he would know that the 'danger' described has already been addressed, detailed in the legacy of the Unconquered Sun. Janus is the Aengul of both Order and Guardianship; ne one or the other. Then again, the ignorance of the Atheist is profound, and its roots run deep - marring intellect and common sense alike. I wish only that those yet in the dark may, eventually, come to know the light of Truth... Alas, such is but mere hope. Poor lad can't even spell 'Aengul' properly."

'Lo, for some weary Elfess of repute came to hear this news, blinking in surprise as she read the offered missive in triplicate... and once more, for good measure. "Well... This can only end badly. I must find the Lord Ireheart, and soon..."

I am thoroughly impressed with this write, so hats off to you, Werewolf. My only note is that I feel this magic could be given more of a support role in crp, but otherwise I thoroughly enjoy this piece. Bravo!

Some loathsome mutt might flatten its ears 'gainst its skull, grumbling as it was subject to the rambling cacophony of tormented souls... "In death, we find another kind of life..."

'Lo, for as the black dawn settled 'cross hollow abyssal, a weary Elfess would turn her gaze to the roiling smog of the damned. Her lips twisted to a snarl, as the thunder o'er the mountain let out some defiant roar... "It seems that my friends forget their place - perhaps 'tis time to remind them of their place..."

On the whisper of errant wind and forlorn shore did a woman come to regard the missive - a mother, come to regard the missive. Silver and gold cast their gaze to the words, a trembling hand clutching the parchment 'afore it fell 'twixt limp fingers to the pearlescent sands below. She harkened to prior wisdom, then, upon the remembrance of a quiet moment in a tavern; knowing well of the defiled altar, and now the actions of those considered kin in Sunbreak... "There are no innocents... Not anymore."

An Elfess of Repute would grumble tiredly as the report reached her, slamming her face into her makeshift work desk as her imported Qalasheen coffee wafted steam into the air. "I bloody hate uruks..."

I appreciate this piece greatly. That is all. Archilore pog.

I've received similar DMs from a multitude of people, asking me why Runesmithing was compatible with (insert player group here's) magic or CA, and my answer to such is quite simple. I don't feel that it should be my job to police who exactly gets access to a neat crafting magic. The point of it is exploration of themes and storylines, and provided that the roleplay is sound, I don't see any reason to outright bar most people from using it - that was never its intended purpose, when I was writing it. I feel like allowing anyone, Heralds or Paladins, Spooks or Holies, etc. to explore what this magic has to offer, provided they've the slots and meet the prerequisites, is the most beneficial to the health of the magic as a whole, and furthermore its longevity. Minmaxing could happen, sure - but that'll happen with anything. No sense in limiting the potential scope of the lore just because I'm afraid that (Insert Player Here) will use it to make their CRP beast character even more of one.