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7 minutes ago, Xarkly said:

 

Awesome, most common complaint I see these days is that characters aren't 1 dimensional enough really looking forward to this

we do not need even more atronachs... especially not fake treant atronachs...

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Those who strayed near the resplendent white Fortress would hear a curious sound...

The tolling of a bell.

Tear creation doesn't happen too terribly often at all. Its not like its a constant thing people are deliberately keeping from you... its just that nobody ever really makes voidal tears. The feat is incredibly niche and it's hardly ever that it will ever achieve its intended purpose given this fact. 

1 minute ago, ThatFunkyBunch said:

When we asked Squak, we were told we are not allowed to make Chitin Armor or harvest it from a Lurker in any way shape or form. 

Kind of odd, but there's still a lot of E.T trophies which do get turned into armor/shields of varying forms. I suppose if the Lurker cant be used this submission sort of makes sense, though it is p heavily lacking in a lot of uniqueness beyond the fact that it's insectoid in nature. I'd try and figure smth out for this to help it stand out, a la Anorum, and similar other materials. 

I'll mull it over, I'm not against the concept, it just seemed odd at a glance when I've seen many examples of chitinous armours and the like before. I'd suggest things like unique properties or crafting methods that go beyond what is currently present, as this lore does suffer the issue of being overly simplistic and barebones, which degrades its appeal on a personal level. In the mean time, I'll see about figuring out why our current insectoid beasties cant be made into armor and the like, and potentially work to amend that given it doesnt make too much sense when the Crackadonk exists and it can be turned into all sorts of stuff, up to and including hot sauce. 

1 minute ago, ThatFunkyBunch said:

Vertical Ant. 

All and all these piece is just designed to allow those that want to have re-colored and different metal armor that is chitin. 

We already have things for this tho, the Almaris bestiary exists for a reason. Lurkers, for example. Ntm countless E.T events where steel-strength chitin is offered as a reward by various E.Ts. 

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The child of my body, the flesh of my soul...

Happy to see it wasn't entirely left in the bin. Good stuff, brother

If we can also maybe do some way to forge signatures this would be a good wombo combo...

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On noticeboards, walls, windowsills, doorsteps - a missive was left.

 

To those who would steal the tome of the Prophet from Tor-Azdroth;

 

You've a day to return the book. No punishment will be exacted upon you - IF you return the book.

I hope, whoever you are, that have no ill-will. Promptly give back the book, and learn the lesson - not all things of mystery are to be retrieved, examined upon. Permit this book to collect dust.

However, if you intend to keep the book despite our warning, know this; you steal from the dead. You desecrate a memorial, a place of solemn remembrance. This injustice will not go unchecked, whether it take a day, a year, or a millenia. We will punish you for this sin. I serve to protect the Descendants, but for you, thief - I will break my oath.

This is a warning. Heed it. 

Return the Book.

[!] A reply would be left on one such post;

Shouldn't have trusted the Sedanite.

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Electrical Evocation has been shelved for many years now, and HeeroZeero no longer plays the server - ergo, he could not have possibly consented to being a teacher.

In Address to the Descendants of the Four

Calamity approaches the Hinterlands, a foe from the darkest depths rising in aims to subjugate and destroy all in its path - championed by a Three-Headed Drake, and in its wake shall follow all the horrors of the Dark from the caves whence it came. Beasts and untold horrors rouse, all to devour the last vestiges of elvenesse and Elvendom. But this will not go unanswered, and the Hinterlands shall not burn unavenged. We will not let the realms of Malin’s sons fall idly. 

The Order of the Golden Lion is erecting a fortress within the lands of Bi’al, once known as Cartref Mor, to stand tall against the tide of darkness which seeks to drown this land. Perhaps the first of many to come, but it is here that the last stand of Elvendom shall be made. We invite any who would defend the realm at large against the coming foe to join us, to aid in erecting fortifications and lending their hand to preparations against the Foe to come. The Order offers all the machina and industry it can muster to the task at hand, and it hopes that the realms of mortal men shall offer whatever they can, too, to defend the proud nation of Amaethea from the danger it faces now. It was but a century past that our predecessors would stand against the Inferi, founding the camp of Last Light upon the shores of the Khorvassa, allowing the Descendants a crucial avenue to strike back at the demonic host. And it is now that we offer the same to any who would accept the olive branch. Let us stand against this foe together, and show them that the will of the Descendants will not be broken so easily. 

One unbreakable shield against the coming darkness.

One last blade, forged in defiance of fate.

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[!] Valdor, The Praetorian, and Aurifex, The Promethean Flame, engaging the Leviathan in close combat to stay its wrath upon the Seeker’s Ark.

It was with great urgency that those beholden to the Order of the Golden Lion set underway to the Hinterlands of the West, for soon were their holdings in the region to come under assault by the Under-dweller menace of the Mori’quessir. Smoke belched into the air from gargantuan smokestacks as a floating fortress set into motion; The Seeker’s Ark, a battleship matched only by the mighty Dwedsmark and laden with the most advanced machinery that could be mustered in the age. Soon the vessel broke into waters stained grey with ash, the skies choked with a crimson haze of blood and soot, the seas at a tepid simmer of unnatural heat which broke beneath the churning water wheels which gave the ship motion. It was not long, when the crew began to rumble about the haunting waters, before a massive serpent erupted from the depths… The Leviathan. Stretching a length in excess of even the largest dragons, the wrathful serpent set upon the ironclad with a ferocity unseen since the flight of mighty Cloudbreaker. The cannons of Cadia soon spewed fire and vitriol, manned by such individuals as Lord Jarad Munnel and Hana Starbreaker, alongside Reosa and Foeg’lor. The serpent would be forced beneath the waves soon enough, alchemical shells shearing scales from its body and tearing chunks from its length… but this would not be the end of the assault. 

Magickally imbued things rose from the water, clambering aboard the ship with boarding hooks as their leviathan was brought to heel. Incidents of accidental friendly fire would see some members of the crew momentarily crippled, while the Custodians Aurifex and Valdor set about clearing their ilk from the deck - with honorable Bolvar shielding the Keeper from an early grave, taking a prisoner in turn. It was when the boarders were silenced that the Leviathan arose once more, and with a mighty gout of boiling, superheated water struck the Sea Prince, Feanor Sylvaeri, from the forecastle; though the Sea Prince would take his pound of flesh in turn before he was incapacitated. Aurifex, unprompted, would valiantly surge along the deck with the roar of pistons and pumping vessels - leaping forth into the maw of the Leviathan and beginning to tear it apart with but a simple hammer. Valdor would soon join his brother, as both automatons would engage the Leviathan in close quarters where both faced the mortal danger of the fathoms below. As weregild they took the beast’s tongue wholesale, being vomited upon the deck. It would be Jarad Munnel and Foeg’lor who silenced the beast once and for all, their cannon shearing its head from its body and sending it to the Deep where it would become food for the scavengers. 

A harpoon would pierce into the metal hull of the bridge, interrupting what was thought to be a moment of respite. Pulling itself to the deck, a towering Dreadknight would emerge, wielding a greatblade and vowing to slay all before it. A sapphire star would kindle in the sky, and so stepped forth the intrepid Faen, alongside his brothers in Bolvar, Valdor, and kin - wielding the lance of the incapacitated Keeper. Emboldened by the grandiose light which kindled the Ember in their souls, he would lead the charge - battered and bruised, ultimately ending the imprisoned spirit with the aid of his kin. The gaze of all would be drawn, however, to the beating of wings… for the wicked dragon Vlos was not yet keen to let them reach the safety of Bi’al - their destination.

With the reality of the situation setting in, all applied themselves fully to their captain’s decree, flooding coal into the boilers to urge the ship onwards, faster and faster, ever-eager to escape the talons of the beast. Narrow was their flight, the dragon’s jaws grazing the hull of the boat ‘ere it was forced to depart, scorning the light which shone over the Hinterlands as the dominion of the Lord of Sunlight. Injured, wounded but unbroken, the Seeker’s Ark and its crew would find safe harbor at last. 

Here would be founded the last bulwark, forged in defiance of fate.