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An itsy bitsy sorvian newt, peered down at the missive with glimmering, stone eyes. The little fellow was draped in silks and cloths that covered his masked cranium. The minature oracle splayed his gloved hands, as various gems and beads fell out of his sleeves. Hundreds of cards came flying out of his sleeves, kept hanging by tiny little strings. Tuff plucked some cards from this 'floating' deck and constructed a patchwork message to the prospective student of his.... Tuff would of course, await the 'hero wizards' response, at his very functional crystal ball.

Somewhere, a woman stood above many crafts of bone. The exiled woman's thick sealskin hood covered her head. Meriwa had travelled for days, and her pack grew heavy upon her back. The woman gently ushered a rehabilitated polar bear cub into the tundras, releasing its bindings and letting the beast run free. Upon her journey back home, her pack was lighter, she idly chewed upon her rations as she read through the missive, "Leaving your own mother's death in the hands of another?" she'd question, to no one in particular, "I didn't raise a coward" she'd crumple the bounty up into her pocket, alongside other memorabilia. Tears spilled from the scarred woman's cheeks, "I never wanted to kill you... Nuvi... I wanted the chance to be your mother, that was robbed from me"

A merchant packs up her things and meanders to Balian.

A sightless, and unsightly woman sat in the confines of her quaint home. Headscarf and gloves abandoned at the door. The elfess' infernal features on full display, in privacy. The woman grasped the missive with her talons, skewering part of it on her claw, lifting it up to view it. A small smile spread across her features. The woman settled her head against the sofa, as the crackling fire roared in front of her, "It gets shorter and shorter" she mused, as her limbs fell limp to her sides. Various scars littered her accursed and aged body, "How boring" she'd sigh quietly. Despite the subject matter, her expression remained largely unchanged, if anything, she seemed to revel in vindication.

this works

Personally, I would keep some of these CA's listed, even if there are player character Silit or Vargr. There may still be cases where they are event creatures, and it could be fun to be able to interact in that way. I'd still get rid of Paladins, Frost witches etc, because those are completely gone.

Full Name of Man - Theodore Arthur de Lyons Date of Birth of Man - 2004 Name of Woman - Arowyn Laurelie Date of Birth of Woman - 2004 Location of Ceremony - Chapel Of Holy Saint James II Date of Ceremony (Year) - 2034 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Stanislav

A very pink, rather old dark elf pens a letter "Hiii! Hiiiiiiiiiiiii Hi! Hi, I would love to make things with you! Though! I don't know ya too well! I'm Olaurae THE Ludicrous. A bard extraordinaire, and an artist of many types. If you'd like to let me know where you live, and whereabouts we could meet, I'd be ecstatic to." There wasn't much effort put into the formatting of the letter, and every word was filled with extra loopy letters, and each 'i' was dotted with a little over the top heart. It was sickeningly sweet, and even more so, it was stamped with a bright, garish pink wax seal.

Don't be silly, evil people can harm children. Its a roleplay server.

A witch stirs...

Hesperia somehow finds this missive, amongst various other letters. The ancient Oyashiman stares down at it for a moment, "Do I need reading glasses? Is that my name?" she'd proceed to squint at it again, "Why is my name on the missive of some deranged mad man? What elven wedding was I invited to of all people? Don't they know I hate weddings?"

A girl that had spoken to Cordelia, once, maybe twice. Though she knew it not, remained blissfully unaware of the witch in the woods. The small thing bumbled out of her cottage to tend to her sheep, ignorant of any threat at all.

I usually have a good feel for if something is AI generated, but even after looking at the picture of the child for about ten minutes, I still cant see it.

A very human, completely normal Wick celebrates the free shiny stuff.

Meriwa Amalie Vuiller donned the dress that had been passed down from her parents and attended her very first ever wedding ceremony, her own. The woman was giddy throughout the exchange and grinned at all those attending.

Blanca read through the loving compendium, she stood atop a cliff, at the edge of the world, with three companions, and a roaring fire. The elderly woman shed a tear in recognition for the effort put into such a work.

Its perfect, sometimes I wish it was a feat, but I don't really think it matters that it takes up a magic slot, because the aesthetics are fire. I would like it if we could give our tools and household objects faces, like in beauty and the beast please and thanks.

Oh, I was going to throw a fit because why wouldn't you let someone make animii pets, and then I realized its just about combat and promptly stopped giving a damn. Good, yes +1

Somewhere, not actually hearing Raziel physically, but spiritually, Mircalla recoiled. Only to forget about such a terrible dream and roll over to the other side of the bed none the wiser.

An elderly adunian farmer squinted as he read the missive, he'd speak out loud, vaguely to his daughter, "Dahlia, Dahlia, Dahlia." - "A wyvern in the vale flies north east, a wyvern in Valdev flies west." he'd grasp a ruler with shaking fingers, connecting lines between the two settlements, prodding his finger on to the map, "I have letters to send, and forests to stumble through. Will you join me?"

The fiance of Levski Wick, Levski Wick who was still very much away and travelling took in a sharp breath, she'd pick their daughter up and hug her close to her chest, "We don't live in Numendil, we've not been to Numendil in years, we dont even know where the Wickwald is... If they expect us in... they're mad. If they expect your father in, they'll get a stern speaking to. You're going to be fine, Boudicca, okay?"

+1 edit: I gave this a good read through and I can see the effort you've put in the mend the divide between silit and striga communites. I also can see you've put a lot of thought into making everything make sense with current accepted lore and lore of the past. It all makes sense and reads well. I also like how its now clear they are undead and not 'pseudo undead'. There's nothing wrong with vampiric undead, and I think this makes it very easy to persecute people who break the FTB rules, especially since as undead it would go against overarching server rules as well. I'm glad you're not trying to bring back silit as I think any attempt to do so would leave everyone upset in one way or another. This is a good medium.

is... this real? edit: if so, can we actually please keep signates. You can remove the problematic rituals surrounding signates but removing them now ruins a lot of things. In order to connect people to blood magic you use a signate and the rite of reflection to 'call' an archon. Corcs also still have signates, if you remove them from silit, why would corc still have them, thats strange.