xepphir

Gazed upon the Vassal from the window of his room “et’s for da better” he would nod “new face new begginin’” he smiled

Ooc: i will steal the journal myself

Zirath held the missive with his worn out left hand only hand as he raised his gaze upon the perpetual night of Stygian Hollow, the sight from the mountains was astonishing. He carefully folded the missive and placed it in his bag “nev’r thought we’d be on da opposit’ side of da field… eh ol’ lad?” He muttered as he unsheathed his golden sabre in a decisive manner and gazed upon the worn out edge that shined in the dark environment, he smirked “nothin’ personal…. knowin’ ye, ye’ll never give yerself up hm?” he said to the wind as he put his helmet on and turned to face the north, his long silver hair escaping from the bottom of the helmet as wind rose through the mountains. He spinned his sabre in his left hand effortlessly before sheathing it “WAR ES COMIN'!” he roared through the city as he wore his cape over the golden armour and mounted on his trusted mare.

Addressing the Orenian claims regarding my kin and Stygian Hollow [!] Open letters were spread around around Urguan and Oren I write this missive, not out of free will, but out of necessity… A person I believed to be a friend, ally, and family member decided to paint me and my kin in a spot where we apparently are defenseless and useless. Then they proceeded to offer help from them and the Empire which we didn’t ask for, nor want. Urguan with all its imperfections has been and still is a fair and honest landlord that cares about their citizens and landowners. It has its century old traditions, which unfortunately include practices like clipping ears, but I am not in a position to eradicate such embedded traditions. However this fair and respectful behavior does not count for the Empire… Me, myself, Zirath Talhoffer R’ikarth once was a member of this ‘glorious empire’ that is a safe place for all. Yet this was the place where I have experienced the most racism in my entire existence. Decades ago, I joined the ministry of Justice of Oren, trying to do the right thing for the people, for society. Yet, my comrades, people that had sworn to do the right thing and protect everyone chose to be the least inclusive of them all. Names like dagger ear and coal were names that were thrown at my face on a daily basis. This was simply based on my appearance. My actions did not matter. I was just the dark elf that thought he had a place in Oren. Just a few individuals tried to stay on my side, individuals that risked to protect my place as a Mali in the empire. Like mentioned before, Urguan was always inclusive and respectful, no matter that I was not of their race thus I stand behind the Grand Kingdom in this conflict as well. No matter what lies the Empire is spreading, or trying to claim us, Mali to be the victims in this conflict. We are not suppressed in any way possible in Urguan, we are allowed to live our own lives, keep our own culture and traditions while not getting judgement I received in the Empire. Even better, the government of the Grand Kingdom even allowed me to marry my ex wife Inui that sadly passed away in Kal’Darakaan with my own rituals. Something that would never be possible in the Empire Among the imperials, there might be some of my family and kin, but my Clan and I do not wish to partake, nor do we support the nonsense that has been propagated by the Empire.I sincerely invite my friends and family to join us in Urguan in our safe space that Stygian Hollow is, as it is truly a safe place for our kin where we are accepted and not judged by our appearances or traditions. Signed, Zirath Talhoffer R’karth, Archon of Stygian Hollow & Clan Leader of Clan R’ikarth

The young dark elf would sit in his room as he held a blade in his hand, as he ran his fingers onto the steel he looked up. He was quite conflicted about the passing of Vival. He was sad, yes, but no tears were shed on his behalf. If it wasn't for Vival he would have remained a nobody, if he did not meet him back then in Norland, Stygian Hollow would not be there. Thanks to him he finally gained a home, a family and a clan... Vival Married him to Inui, giving him the blade he was now holding with grief. He did some questionable things too as he kept the truth away from this now ruined man, indeed Vival was known to be kind to his kin... but he was a bastard too and it seemed it was simply in his nature to be one and Zirath was too naive to understand that back then as he blindly followed him around like a boy follows his father, until he understood it the hard way. Even after conflicts between the two, Zirath mourned the loss of his companion out of simple respect as he wrapped the blade he was holding in silk and placed it carefully in a box that he then hid, probably never to be found or opened again.

the dark elven man smiled as his friend finally made his way to the top and wisely defended his family and beliefs as he protected the beliefs of others. "very noice" Zirath said to himself as he sat down on his chair and interlaced his fingers "ye mus' stay strong ma frien'... ye mus' stay strong Minuvas" he then went to finish the project for his son's house in the vale

As Zirath received the invite his golden eyes were invaded by joy "finalleh!" He exclaimed opening his arms to the sky as he heard the news about his dear friend, moj comrade, squire and companion of adventures "MAH MAN'S GETTIN' LAID! WO-HOO" he roared through his room and throwing the invite onto the desk as he turned around to face the door "ah will give ye a good gift, ma man! aye!" The dark elven man chanted as he stormed out of the door, slamming it shut with ... no grace.

ahaha i'm sorry, i just love yellow and gold

Concealed words The first lights of day broke through the window reflecting onto the dark elven man’s face that rested onto his messy double bed. The man groaned in displeasure as he felt the sun rays on his face, he turned around letting the light now light his back, showing his many ugly scars on his skin of soot in great detail. He then patted the empty space on the other side of the bed, feeling the wool fabric under his palm, as he did that he slowly opened his eyes as he looked at the empty spot with a frown and blurry vision. A groan left his mouth as he raised his back to now sit on the bed, he felt his head spinning as he did that.... right... the other day was very active one for him: he attended his beloved son’s wedding and enjoyed a beautiful night with his fellow mali’kers and family, he organised an exciting fist scuff night too. But after that he had a talk with his latest partner, he now was alone again and got rightfully called a “bastard” by that woman. After that memory all he could remember was running to the tavern with his lads. He now fully understood why he was sick, he surely chugged a whole stock of alcohol, he knew he was a shameful alcoholic and when he saw drinks and started sipping the first he would not stop until he was satisfied, of course he never was so he just ended up wobbling around the tavern while complaining of his crappy life choices and crying about irrelevant things like the drunk man he was. He still now is wondering how his poor liver can still function with this quantity of toxic alcohol passing through it. Other than the spiralling down situation of the other day he stood there with a stupid smile on his face, thinking about the marriage of his son and that sweet girl named Aver’wyn, as he did that he turned to the window and whistled. From the open window a menacing crow with feathers of soot heavily landed on his right shoulder. As it’s claws grabbed onto his skin the man did not flinch, instead he started to write on a piece of paper, he folded it once finished and attached it to the golden crow’s collar “go an’ do yer job, Schwarzer” he said softly as the crow soared out of the window with unnerving speed. You may be wondering who might receive these letters... or what it may be written on them... these letters were merely dropped from the diligent Schwarzer somewhere in Stygian Hollow, lost to time until a lucky folk manages to get their eyes on the mysterious piece of paper. Perhaps Zirath wanted to have some fun after the stressful life he led. He patiently waited for a stranger to pick his letter up and send a bird back.... who knows... he may give a little prize. [ooc: there will be a sign around stygian that needs to be found! it's a letter! good luck :) and when you find it send me a screenshot with you in it on discord! sorry if i made typos and sorry if the sketch is unfinished, bad quality and kinda sucks. i made a little story because i discovered i love writing these! so thought to integrate my creative writing with events on lotc more often, for some reason the post has gray ugly lines...]

A Crow’s Farewell The sun was slowly raising as the first lights of the morning bathed Rozania in light gold and the dew on the leaves sparkled lightly under this gentle light, the duchy was calm and only wind and leaves rustling could be heard. A dark elven man in golden plated armour would be seen pack his last baggages onto his trusted mare, fastening the belts placed onto the saddle with decisive movements with a thoughtful expression on his face as he sighed heavily to himself in a stressed manner. “Are we really leaving?” A young and delicate voice said behind Zirath’s back, he slowly turned his head as his golden eyes met the figure of his beloved daughter, Delra that was looking at him with furrowed brows and light sorrow in her eyes. Zirath’s serious expression softened as he approached his daughter and moved her bangs from her forehead to give her a light loving peck between her eyebrows “Aye we are goin’ back to da Hollow” he said with his horrible distorted dwarven accent as he fixed her hair. “But why? Didn’t you hate that place?” Delra sadly chanted with a worried expression on her face, her father gave her a smile as he turned to his mare and lightly caressed her soft and silky snout with his only left hand “Ah hav’ to... for ye and da’ clan” he paused as he turned his head to Delra, her expression unchanged “Donnae worreh, ah got thes” he said to reassure her, it didn’t seem like it worked. The dark elven man sighed as he approached Delra once more as he said softly “Rhaella’s goin’ ta be ther’, so realleh... donnae worreh” he smiled to his daughter, her expression softened slowly as she nodded and quietly approached the mare “I would kiss your cheek but I hate how your beard feels!” She said to tease him. Zirath chuckled as he touched his bushy beard “fockin’ scoundrel” he then turned to look at his house one last time, he looked slightly pained as he ran through the memories. He came to Rozania in his darkest time, he was a soul full of sorrow, desperation and wrath, he succumbed to his madness and damaged his elven home with wrathful fire, harmed many people and fleed to this shelter out of shameful cowardice. He felt sick at that thought, he felt disgusted he became what he hated the most, he became the ones he wanted to destroy and instead destroyed himself, just to avenge someone that did not deserve to be avenged, but he was blind. All those wrongdoings came back as a poisoned arrow to stab his now fleeble heart, letting him fall more and more... and more. Until he guided his old steel companion through his guts, with a hope to end this spiralling fall to misery. That guilt rose in his chest, he felt like he could not breathe anymore, that force building up was released as his only fist impacted against the wooden sign hung on his house’s door, as he did that he snapped back to reality, he panted and looked at the now broken sign “Clan R’Ikarth” written on it. His expression softened as he brushed splinters off his bruised knuckles “Roight” the man whispered to himself as he ran his hand through his long and rebellious silver hair, he nodded and turned around to look as his daughter that was far away she was near the gates waiting for him, an angelic sight to his eyes “for ye and Aesar, for da clan” he continued to whisper to himself like a crazy man. Thanks to this place he was able to recover, heal himself with the help of old friends and family. In fact he decided to go on, to leave his past behind, to be strong, not only for him but for his family, for the people that supported him and that still do, he now smiled as he took off the signs from the now empty home and approached his daughter. “Ye ready?” He asked to Delra, she nodded “aye” she tried to imitate his accent. Zirath pouted and bluntly said “get on da horse” she then mounted on the mare as he took the reins and guided the animal through the gate onto the path, starting a long walk to the Urguan vassal Stygian Hollow, his true home The crow opened his wings of soot and soared into the endless sky leaving an ashen trail, Farewell Rozania. [ooc: thank you for the time spent together! I really enjoyed the stay with you guys even if some things happened, but that’s alright. I love you all and I hope to continue role playing with you guys even if we will be far away. You helped me develop my character more and add something MORE to him, Zirath has come a long way and so did I! It official has been a year for me on this server and i am very happy that last year I chose to join you guys. I have so many memories on this server and many friends now and I am very very happy, my friends helped me and are helping me through bad times in real life as they are helping my character in role play. This is not enough to say how thankful I am. I love you all! Thank you!]

Hello! if you are searching a new charcater to play in a family this is the place for you! some time ago the players of my two kids Aesar and Virion just stopped completely playing the characters and they ahev been unplayed since... they were kids so now they should be around 15-20 years old? or more? The R'Ikarth family will hopefully come together with the help of two active players playing my two sons, we already have a player for Delra R'Ikarh, the older daughter of my Character Zirath T. R'Ikarth R'Enar leader of the R'Ikarth clan and Grand Veneur of Stygian Hollow. This Clan is pretty fresh but we have our own traditions and activities! We have already a discord and a couple of members and a clan house too. Aesar R'Ikarth A young dark elf with soft features, emerald eyes, gray skin and silver hair, son of Inui Ba'Ikana that will later marry Zirath R'Enar to form the R'Ikarth family. Aesar was then raised by Zirath and was treated as his son, the father-son relationship between the two was beyond blood relation, he trained Aesar to be a hunter and Aesar himself would later help Zirath with matters in the R'Ikarth clan and will help train his younger half-brother Virion. Zirath then decided to transfer his family from the Stygian Hollow to Rozania after the some events and the death of Inui, his wife. Aesar has a fond interest in books like his father and loves to teach others about what he learnt. Virion R'Ikarth This young dark elf, son of Zirath and Inui R'ikarth, has beautiful golden eyes, a very dark skin and silver hair. He is a pretty mischevioius child and the youngest amongst his siblings. He was trained from his father and his older half-brother and turned out to be an excelent user of the saber and the poleaxe, but despite his abilities in handling weapons he is a little too rash with his decisions and often asks for his older brother's help. He is quite the honest one and he always needs to say what he thinks... this has turned out to be a bad thing in certain situations. Nonetheless he is a good individual and when it comes to help someone he will always do it. Unlike his father he is very fixed on aesthetics, he will always wear fine clothing and he will always have perfectly styled hair. [OOC: sorry if i made grammar mistakes but english is not my first language. Please for any info on the two characters don't hesitate to DM me on discord kuro#9824. Skins are already done for the characters and i have some art representations of them too, the story was really shortened in this post to make it easy to read but i assure you it's a bit more complicated than that. Anyhow! i hope you will apply for this! thanks for reading and good day THIS IS CLOSED]

Zirath T. R'Ikarth grasped the flyer, wrinkling the paper, as a little sparkle was seen in his eyes. He solemnly nodded as he ripped his outfit in a dramatic way, revealing the cute and girly dress and talent the bearded and manly elf hid for all this years. The socks were so tight on his massive muscles that they were on the verge of ripping and the corset of the dress squezeed his hairy pectorals, this dress was not surely made for a MAN of his size but he wore the cloth with style and proceeded on unsheating a saber from the skirt and swinging it with ease "this is my time to shine" [OOC: i am ashamed of this but proud of it at the same time]

[OOC: send me a bird in game (ColonelXepphir1) or on discord kuro#9824, we are recruiting everyone but we expecially are searching for dark elves, dm me for any questions you have or for lore and stuff about the clan]

[!] as the wind blew on Stygian Hollow and Thunders roared in the rainy sky, a golden figure glanced over the dark elven city with eyes full of bitterness and rage, burning the trees with its fiery gaze. In the air some energy and tension could be felt building up as the rain consumed the stone under its feet. [!] "may the ones yond consum'd pow'r decayeth and roteth with these poisonous roots yond hath grown with those folk!" ???, ???pm EST, Stygian Hollow, Urguan LOTC event note: the animation is not the best and the voices are even worse but i did my best :) enjoy

Draw zirath please, give it your best because imma pay you double

Username: ColonelXepphir1 RP Name: Zirath T. R'Ikarth Address: Arazo Avenue IV Vote: King William Buckfort

As the chilling scream was heard R'enar woke up from a horrible nightmare, sweat was running down his temples and his heart was beating loudly. He quicly stood up ran to the balcony of his villa to meet his gaze with a terrifying view. As he inhaled violently a chill ran down his spine, he put a hand on his chest violently pushing his fingers onto a fresh stabbing wound situated on his heart, the mali'ker hissed in pain as he looked at the newly acquired scar, not remembering any event leading to it. He inspected further and found a set of words carved onto his chest near to the unnaturally pure white wound, he furrowed his brows as he raised his golden gaze towards the figure that gloomed over his beloved city and he spoke out loud those words "A dark cloud looms, and its totem is veiled by masks and metal" His voice trembled as he put his elbows onto the edge of the balcony fence, laying his forehead on his left palm and running his fingers through his wavy and messy silver hair, he then stood up and went back in the house slamming the doors of the balcony shut. He searched for his precious cup that he always had on his belt to drink some booze, but is was nowhere to be seen, maybe the memory loss was due to alcohol? it's not to be known.

I sign this my nickname is ColonelXepphir1

Hello everyone I am xepphir and I am the lead builder in the Stygian Hollow settlement. Today I am here to give my great thanks to those who supported me and assisted me in this long journey. First of all I need to give great thanks to ColonelKuehl1 for trusting me as a lead of a project this big, even being my first one, and giving me full artistic freedom. I must thank Kuehl for finding me great assistants after he saw that I was struggling to carry onto this project alone after spending day and nights on it. I need to give a great thanks to Hotbox that took into his hands the build when i had an hard time due to my personal health and giving his personal touch to the build, but still respecting the style and the layout of it. Thanks to Frenchless_fry, worldprincessii, trnsparentsoul, Cappor, Pakkleaf the interns, the smaller buildings and the details were created to bring the build alive. Thanks for the other ones too that tried to help in their own way by decorating and stress testing the build to make sure that it was safe. I started this build alone and I ended it with a beautiful team, stronger than ever. This was my first big project and I will remember it as a great success thanks to the help of you guys! If I remained alone in this I don't think i would have been able to complete this. I am really happy i found a great team like this and I'm happy we were able to work together, i hope the journey of this settlement will be a fun and interesting one and i hope we will provide a great role play environment! (I'm sorry if you are not in the screenshot) Sincerely thank you! From Xepphir i will be making a youtube video about it soon!

Name: Zirath R'Enar Race: dark elf Birth Year: 1774 Peerage (if applicable): Do you have a residence in Sutica, or are you guaranteed a residence as a government official, or are you currently in the process of acquiring one?: Yes Address of residence (if applicable): N/A

Zirath R'enar would read the fake article "ah... yes... yes..." and proceed to use it as toilet paper