Valannor

would purse her lips upon reading the missive, the Elfess regarding it with a sullen gaze, drumming her fingers upon the bar counter. "Make it back safe, llir. Ullral iyl'fin narneyae." She'd mutter, and in her prayers that night, she would bid GOD to watch over the 'Aheral in his task.

+1 magic lore.

Somewhere, within the far reaches of the north, would sigh softly. An ethereal crow, perched atop her pauldron, would idly pick at the worn and tattered robes she donned. When news of the Luminary's death reached her, a low growl would rumble from her throat, pale white flames licking at the edges of her vision, as images of fiery figures danced about the periphery of her gaze. "Let us hope that you may find some measure of happiness in the Father's halls, Luminary Faretto. You deserved better than what you received." She'd mutter, glimpses of her past with the aged man flashing through her mind. The soft glow of her flamebrand, pallid and moonlit, would illuminate the frosted, snowed-in cave she had found herself in, though it would do little to comfort her rattled mental state. And so, another flame fades.

I am the best e-girl.

Jesus christ, Worldeater. You ******* killed them!

Has he? He kind of just up and left like my drunken father and I've not seen him in ages. Did he ever get that Malimilk with the Elvenesse Cigarettes?

Maybe I will! Why don't you put on some clothes, mate?

Talking a lot of **** for a naked fish elf.

Hype for my boi!

This uh... this is certainly something. I think. Ultimately a very confusing piece, with a lot of nonsensical number modifiers and terminology, as well as some, if I may be frank, wack redlines. Wat? On the topic of redlines, I do notice a... rather hefty lack of them in regards to abilities and the like, and combined with the vague wording of said abilities, I think the potential for abuse here is pretty high. I can see the idea you had here, but I feel that the execution fell flat and that the lore will likely be dead on arrival when the ST look in the general direction of it. I feel that the concept may have had some merit to begin with, but in its current iteration, this doesn't genuinely offer anything to contribute to the overall narrative/story of the server as a whole, as Yeu or Shamanism might. This is just... a set of permanent buffs for whoever the caster's friends are, with a new Aengul to match it. I think that this is decent for what is seemingly one of your first lore posts in a hot minute, but it falls flat from where I stand. For the future, I think I'd advise looking at some of the other lores for inspiration and a general guide on how to format and such, as well as do some research beforehand. There is already an Aengudaemon of Companionship; Tayl.

would frown, reading the notice that had been put up on the board outside of her tavern. She would scan the poster swiftly, retrieving a pair of gloves from her apron pocket. "Oh dear... this won't do at all." She'd mutter, slipping the gloves on as she turned, walking back to her home. With luck, maybe she could help find this maiden?

+1 Cat Lore.

would frown, seeing this strange parchment, hidden in the confines of a tome dedicated to the practical application of philosophy; a book she had been reading for quite some time, making this find all the more peculiar in her eyes. Lifting the poem from where it had been nestled betwixt the aged pages, her eyes would scan the document, the text illuminated in the dim candlelight of her study. With each line read, the Elfess' brow would furrow ever more, clearly perplexed by the contents of this unusual manuscript. "... How ghastly." She'd mutter, placing the tome aside so that she may further study what had been left inside of her home. The parchment would be flipped and turned, though once she had seen that there was only the singular poem, she would relent, examining the text once again. Macabre it may have been, she couldn't help but be intrigued. After all, it had ended up in her abode somehow. Late into the night, the Elfess would ruminate over, and ponder, the strange gift she had received. By the time the clock had signaled it was three in the morning, she would have resolved to place the document inside of her desk, locking the drawer she had stowed it away in. She had a large amount of work ahead of her, with the coming elections within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, but... It would certainly be given another look tomorrow. After all, it's rude not to enjoy a gift.

Color me like one of your [Insert here]

would smile, reading the poster that had made its way into her pub. "A little bit confused, but she's got the spirit. Given a proper explanation of how Duma functions, I'm sure she will make an excellent member of the elected portion of the cohorts." With that said, the poster would quietly be tucked into a drawer at the counter, for further study & reviewal.

Now I'm tempted to write Griffons. +1 Birblore.

Arma-doggos.