xepphir

"shall we soon sail, maehr. Zob el yyr hon laht!" the rugged dark elf would hum as he smiled.

IGN: xepphir

DISCORD: xepphir
CATEGORY: visual arts

TITLE OF YOUR PIECE: Lantern Lit Reverie

HIGH RESOLUTION

The bearded maehr stood with disbelief inhis eyes as he heard the news, another friend passed.

"Akuu bo ylarya, thyleer. Helun-Velulaeya hon laht..."

To be honest, while I do not take much issue with the current system, I preferred when whe had warps that functioned like the boat/carts that teleport you with a countdown.

Not only are those immersive and aesthetically pleasing they are easy to use and understand for new players.

Perhaps having boats/carts that lead to the designated places from CT to the main places might be the best solution.

The bearded Maehr's brows furrowed as he read the letter, his mind filled with concern at the mention of Evelynn.
"Evelynn..." he murmured softly, his voice tinged with a hint of worry.

MC Name:

         xepphir

Character's Name:

         Daemon Carrion

Character's Age:

         25

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         devil / cursed child

Teacher's MC Name:

         Little_Lulah (Cursed Parent)

Teacher's RP Name:

         Wyetta Amador (Cursed Parent)

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         no i haven't

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         yes

Zirath approves of this, go valin'dar go

IGN: xepphir 

DISCORD: kuro#9824

CATEGORY: visual art

TITLE: Last Battle

full resolution

very nice, cannot wait for the new map

majestic

I always keep stuff to myself to avoid slurs and discrimination, quite sad.

Most punishment these people get is a slap on the cheek and they'll be back at it again.

Sigh

anyway i love zilldude

Well said. A detailed report that describes the air of hypocrisy around here.

A dark elven man lifted his head with great effort, he overheard about the news through that door which was not his while he laid immobilised and impaired upon the blood stained parquet.

Upon his lips a faint smile was seen as he abandoned his head on the floor once again.

This server has gone downhill. Blatant case of target banning.

disgusting.

The dark elven man would be busy in his office when the message was delievered.
His right hand reached to unfold the parchment as he leant back in his chair, he read those words in his mind asn tightened his grip onto the parchment.
"I will visit, Llir" he said as he laid the sheet on the surface of the desk "ah'll see ye again, soon"

As the man read the parchment in his office as he furrowed his brows "...what?"

MC Name:

         ColonelXepphir1

Character's Name:

         Catcher Freebot

Character's Age:

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         Automaton

Transformed form:

         N/A

Creator's MC Name:

         Dargrind

Creator's RP Name:

         Father Stor Vuiller

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Automatons are alchemical-clockwork creatures which can take a variety of shapes and sizes. Automatons are powered by a gearheart, a redstone-steel cog and spring contraption built about a gemstone or piece of graphite, which pumps alchemical life fluid through artificial tubing in the body to the various mechanisms running through the machine. An Automaton will need a greater concentration of tubing and life fluid to areas where strength is exerted, such as the muscles. If this tubing is punctured, the automaton will lose life fluid and functionality. If an automaton loses enough lifefluid which if blood were to kill a human, they too will shut down. Lifefluid also does not clog, requiring emergency repairs to prevent bleeding out. Automatons are also weak at the joints, as these are usually exposed to allow for mobility, however the tubing is tucked inside the frame for protection. The interior of the automaton is built around a mechanical frame which functions much like a skeleton. The automaton may also be fitted with an Obedience vessel, an attachment which includes a small portion of the Masters blood and makes it impossible for the machine to disobey him. If an Automaton is disabled, it may be rebuilt so long as the gearheart is not destroyed. If the gearheart is damaged but salvageable, it would cause memory loss. If the gearheart is destroyed, then the automaton must be remade and would have no memories. Animii may minor overclock for +25% strength and speed for 1 narrative minute, with -50% capacity for two stones hours or major overclock for +50% strength and speed for 25 narrative seconds, being out of commission for 4 stones hours. Overclocking, causes the gearheart to pump faster, and exceeding the safe limits will cause the heart to beat erratically and eventually results in death. Animii start out as mostly blank slates, however crafter may include an in built personality, it still must learn from scratch how to read and write.

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Aesthetically, Catcher Freebot appears somewhat similar to his brother, Hunter Freebot, designed around mantling the Private Eye archetype of the late Helena - early Providence period from the end of the FA through SA 40. Unlike Hunter, Catcher Freebot is designed with a mechanical stomach concocted from stolen Rylanor-tech which is fitted with alchemical sensors to recognize the presence of alcohol in the system. When ingested, the stomach will slowly burn off the alcoholic beverage while causing an involuntary effect triggered by the obedience vessel depending on the amount of liquor. This effect is essentially intoxication, ranging from mild to extreme. Catcher cannot blackout from liquor consumption, and as a safety feature should he feel immediately threatened the obedience vessel will cease all psychological effects and allow Catcher to function at normal capacity.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         no

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         yes

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         i understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         no

1 hour ago, HIGH_FIRE said:

To Zirath, you are my oldest friend, the closest thing I’ve had to a real brother, although it may be impossible. You and I have been through a lot, though we may speak less these days. I still remember the battle of New Esbec, when I found myself fighting off three different MRA agents after you lost your arm. How you went from being that young man to leading an entire settlement of Ker, I will never understand, but you will always be my brother. To you, I leave my old Jaeger headband, as you are the last surviving member of the Jaegers.

Eventually the letter would arrive at its destination as a postman delivered it to the man.

Zirath would slowly unfold the letter and his eyes widened as a familiar headband fell upon the pavement of his messy office.

He recognized it.

He picked that precious cloth he held dearly into his left hand, the only one that he had left, and placed the parchment of the letter upon the desk as he sat to read it.

His eyes traveled downwards the lower edge by reading those damned words and his eyes seemed to get shinier as the fiery flames of the fireplace accentuated his golden irises.

The grip upon the headband tightened alongside his jaw as he held those tears back with great and straining effort.

Memories of the adventures together would flow in his mind, their life-threatening missions together, their trainings, their laughs, their disputes, their jokes, their sad moments, their struggles together, their wins and their failures.

When one of the two needed help they would always be in reach and they would meet nonchalantly after years of no words, like two brothers, like family they would always connect once again, somehow, somewhere.

The salty tear finally slid upon his cheek and fell upon the parchment as he slammed a fist upon his desk out of pure rage, frustration and grief.

Another dear brother had been lost, the last one that knew who he really was, the last one that knew his humble but memorable origins, he had lost Duncan: Duncan The Fearsome.

"we'll hunt togetha' once again ... brother?"

I cannot express my disappointment, i have a lot to say but @Monkee said it 100 times better than I could.

I kept my mouth shut and I didn't complain publicly about this shitshow until now because I thought administration had a tiny bit of COMMON SENSE and  I didn't want to appear as petty, but lately every hope i had has been ruined.

I'm sorry to be rude but I cannot express it with any other words:

not only Administration has proven to be incompetent with handling such situations and disputes but it has proven to not consider the playerbase, safety, welfare and integrity at all!

I would like to say a lot more but it's better that i stop here, since the others above said a lot of the things i wanted to say.

I am so tired i can't even be mad anymore, I'm just greatly disappointed.

If you really care about the playerbase, CHANGE! And show us that you do!

This said, I hope you are having a good day :) this is nothing personal.

[!] a parchment would be delivered throughout the Dual Principalities of Fenn and Nor’Asath and beyond

“Dear Citizens,

I, Zirath Talhoffer R’Ikarth, am pained to announce my departure, after decades, from my position of Prince of Nor’Asath and Prince of Mali’Ker.

Throughout these decades I’ve exponentially grown not only as a leader but as a person.

I was simply born from a humble family of hunters and throughout my life i did not only participate in the founding of Stygian Hollow under the wing of Vival Velulaei'onn but i founded my own clan, the Clan R’Ikarth,  in honor of my mother Rielle R’Enar,

I even became Archon of Stygian Hollow, suddenly and unexpectedly entrusted with Vival’s duty after his passing, and brought most of the Mali’Ker under the same city once again with the founding of Nor’Asath as I welcomed them all under my own wing as Prince of Mali’Ker alongside our Fennic allies.

I now approach my first century of life and I would never have foreseen such a future back when I left my simple life of a hunter in the countryside.

I must admit that I was inexperienced, young and naive in my first years of leadership, but thanks to my Clan’s and Kin’s support I was able to become a respectable leader and Mali’Ker.

I’ve learnt that leadership skills must be refined like many other arts, years of error and trial, self growth and challenges are needed to truly shine.

I now speak to all Mali, my kin, my citizens, my soldiers, if you ever aspire to lead your kin you must know that this is a path full of sacrifices, hard decisions, challenges and trials, such as life, you must begin such path with a strong soul and mind as it can truly consume you if walked on it the wrong way and never, never walk alone.

I’ve had no other option but to abdicate as Prince due to my declining mental and physical health, I shall retire and instead focus on leading my Clan, my own family, legacy and heritage for the time being as I believe Nor’Asath deserves a better Leader.

Although I shall not leave Nor’Asath, as I still have projects to accomplish within these walls.

I announce my trusted Halerir, Netseth Loa’Chil, as the new Prince of Nor’Asath and new Prince of Mali’Ker, he shall bring forth the unity of the Mali’Ker by stepping onto my now former throne.

I wish all the best for Netseth as I am sure he will be a wonderful and refreshing leader for our thriving community.

My kin, my citizens, my soldiers these were tedious but many fond memories were forged and shaped like a refined blade and I hope you will have fond memories of my ages upon this throne too,

I still have much more to say but words are not enough to express it all,

Aheran for staying by my side”

Zirath Talhoffer R’Ikarth R’enar

Now former Prince and founder of Nor’Asath and Prince of Mali’Ker

former Archon, Grand Veneur and co-founder of Stygian Hollow

Clan Leader and Father of Clan R’Ikarth

the sun shone, and yet the crow took off and flew away to a new horizon

ooc:

The young prince sat in his studio as he received that missive.

As he pondered who the writer might be he offered the weapon displayed on the wall before him a glance.

The mali'ker would look upon the box he prepared as a gift for his friend, it would rattle ever so slightly.. let's say Zirath was not the best at gifts, but he did try this time.

At least he tried.

The dark elf would receive the invitation as soon as it was sent, upon reading he nodded approvingly with a smile hidden under his mustache

"A great thing an' notice during these troubling toimes, perhaps we may enjoy ourselves when we can" he would then place the invitation upon his desk and gazed out of the window "congratulations, Vytrek"