TheBigBubbles

One necromancer dresses his skeletons up festively, "Its time to go BOOZING! Boys. I'm going to get smashed, hammered and sozzled, and by GOD we're going to be festive"

A certain Artificer beamed at the chance to be a royal toymaker, she'd draw up a great many plans and write a letter, "Dearest Queen Princess Olivia Olivya Barbanov-Bihar, I am MADAME Annice Briggs, long-time servant, recently finding herself out of a job. I've always been quite good at making my wee bairns toys, and would love to help you and yours with such an adventure. When can I meet to present plans, and prototypes? I'll blow your socks off! Just you wait. -Annice Briggs"

I've roleplayed with Mick, and he's always seemed actually fairly decent in that regard. I dont know much on the situation, and I think its been years since I've interacted with him, but he should at least be told what he's banned for, and have it explained to him in detail. If that can't be provided, then he ought not to be banned. Of course, if he's being banned for something that has seriously impacted someone oocly, wherein its being hidden from him to keep that person's identity safe, I fully understand that, but without such prior knowledge on the situation, I can only say that this seems unfair.

Luthia Acal'Turrii clawed her way back to the material realm, aghast at the horrors she had seen. The otherwise indifferent elfess reached out for fresh soil for love for life. The herald had been forever changed, a seed of good will planted deep within her. Luthia grasped a writhing bag, and some crystalline shards and made her trek home, where she'd hug her loved ones tightly. In the dead of night, the elfess made her way into the bathroom, she'd look into the mirror, before collapsing infront of the sink, her head in her hands, "Never..." she'd murmur, "I can never let that happen here." the six-fingered mali'aheral cried for the first time in years, she had never been so grateful to be home. Slowly did she descend into her basement, it was lit by a singular glowing pink sword that was discarded by the desk, she'd open the bag, just a crack, to peak at the parasite inside, "You and I, we're going to make the world a better place" she'd then carefully close the bag back up, "Just dont let me lose you"

The eldest of the living biological daughters of Aiyeis began to strap up her armor on to her person, she'd look to her family home, swallowing a bitter taste in her mouth. The elfess felt a pit in her stomach as she'd gather up her things to do what she'd done most thus far. Her duty. Luthia trekked through the sweltering desert, she'd slide some potions on to her belt, her trusty pink sword, and her axe upon her back. Luthia then slid her helmet into place. Whatever manner of creature dared touch her on this day, would face the full brunt of her grief. Luthia wiped her face, stiffling all emotion before exciting the abode, leaving her doting husband in order to be alone for some time.

Hesperia Hargrave sat upon the balcony of her castle, she'd smile brightly at her grandson's achievements.

let me just sink a whole slot into housemagery rq

YES

One herald had missed the events entirely, after piecing together scraps of information, she began penning a letter to her dearest friend. The elfess tossed more wood into the forge as she awaited her ally, four pouches of varying metal sat in preperation for their use against what seemed to be an insurmountable foe.

A scaled deviless paced in her small home, she'd not heard from her cousin in months. Mircalla furrowed her brows deeply, she lit a candle, and hoped... she hoped wherever he was, he was safe.

Morwen Miravaris, the screaming hag of Haelun'or writes her name with her ghostly, barely solid appendages "Good grief! Haense? Attacked?! NOT ON MY WATCH!" A gilded necromancer cackled at the missive, and, thus, wrote his name: Sebastian, King of the fog, scrawler of dark prophecies, lord of bones, count of flowers and frills, scion of the void, ambassador of the dead. A pink sorceress peers to her old teacher Leilatha, but rather than writing her name, she simply stamps a rather large HEART in blood next to Leilatha's name, inuiting that that should do the trick @MayRndz

Dear Avindor Divadri, I see you young lads have taken up residence under my abode and beg that you do not blow up my floorboards with magical experiments and alchemical concotions! I'm very happy to teach the arts that I know, namely transfiguration, illusion, and water evocation. I'll come KNOCK KNOCK! On your door very soon! -Olaurae The Ludicrous

The elfess stood to attention!

Man, I wish mouse people could access this lore. Also, there's not enough in golemancy as it stands to have it be more than a feat.

One of Constaintine Leopold Haverlock's ancestors was very alive and sat at a table, gambling over the outcome of the war "DRAT!" she'd exclaim, "Kinslaying was NOT on the bingo card. Lucien! Fetch me my wine!!!" @Direswift This same screaming witch quickly gets up from her seat at the table to fetch Amelya some tea and blankets "So he is! So he is!" - "Now, I hope my great grandson doesnt die, trying to kill off your progeny" - "You must admit, though, dear. Watching is so much nicer than having to participate. In their shoes, I'd have been putting dents in the wall by now."

Luthia peers at the personal invitation, she'd purse her lips briefly. A sigh escaped her as she moved through her home to pin the note to her door so as not to forget.

Somewhere, an Amador of little renown, peered at the missive. The woman, in her early hundreds flipped the page, to see if there was anything on the back. Milly Amador, one of the two only legitimate daughters of her mother smirked lightly, "May he who is without sin throw the first stone."

Hesperia guffaws at the drawing of Juniper, "Yikes, no one will find her based on that, she's safe."

Blanca had not seen nor heard a peep from her mentor in years. She stood now on a rooftop as tentacles of flesh assailed both man and building, the Knight of Hyspia loaded a bolt of aurum into her crossbow and fired it upon a demonic magus, only for it to be deflected in a single movement of the magus' hand. The princess descended from her perched position and toward a Nephilim caught in the grasp of Gashadokuro as she primed yet another potion. The Nephilim spewed wretched flame at the ogre-lich, and yet, he did not fall, he barely even reacted. The Hyspian reeled back a pace, reading herself to attack the creature, and yet as she did, he was completely enshrouded in a black cloud, along with his combatants, not to be seen again, at least not by Blanca. The princess gasped, and clambered down the rooftops for another target, frustrated that she'd allowed the enemy to slip from her fingers, and horrified at what the skeletal being might have done to the others. Blanca chased the final demon out of the city of Fi'Andria tossing her mace toward the back of it's head in vain as it continued to just sprint out, she persued, but by now she'd sustained injury to her leg. A searing pain ran up her leg as the mark on her forearm glowed faintly green. The knight collapsed by the scorched fields as a solidier of malchediael reached down to help her back up, he prayed over her, recieveing prophecies from the lord GOD himself. Blanca bowed her head deeply, listening then to the words of her Lord. Her Lord that tasked her to champion a crusade on all that is dark. To continue the work of all those that came before her, for so was the curse of Horen. To blaze bright, and never see the culimination of your efforts. In the infirmary now, Blanca pondered on her brief time as a paladin, on Hillith and the nature of order. The Aenguls and Daemons alike that influenced the realm of mortals. She thought on the nature of the Goose, and of deceit. The middle-aged woman rested her head back into her pillow, staring toward the ceiling, she spoke to Philip again then, "Ser, Philip, Ser." "Mm?" "I would be Overjoyed to have you as an earpiece to GOD" "Then it shall happen" "There are too many decievers. I need good men at my side, steadfast against the new age that is to come." The Princess rested now, content to call this battle ended. Descendantkind would continue, and she'd do all she could to safeguard it. Blanca was stalwart in her convictions, enlightened to the nature of the heavens, she'd not allow another blow from the GOD killer if she had any say in it. The princess drifted to sleep, one word, one target in her mind. Mordring.

Full Name of Man - Fyodor Carrion-Tuvyic Date of Birth of Man - 1954 Name of Woman - Anastasia Ivanovich Date of Birth of Woman - 1958 Location of Ceremony - New Valdev Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1982 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Stanislav

A rather ancient Oyashiman flips through the missive, she'd sigh lightly as she reached it's conclusion, "Another one" was her only conclusion, she'd then turn to her partner, "Do you think she'd like to learn? Or do you think it best I leave this one be, my love?" Carmilla, or 'Milly' Amador reads through the missive, the Amador pressed her hand to her mouth and made her way to talk to Sterling, this was just not right.

A small sorvian newt had been giving a tarot reading as the sun began to peak out of the eclipse. As the tiny sliver of light poured through the heavens, it lit up a singular card on his seven-card spread. The Sun. Tuff, ever the supersticious Sorvian screams, "I AM A GOD!" Ser Blanca de Pelear peered up at the skies, she clutched her arms and shivered, the encroachment of the light gave no comfort to the hero, instead, a golden mark began to glow through her armor, she flinched and sucked in big gulps of air, rubbing over the mark in some degree of pain. Her other hand came to her sword, "We let the sun set... Now, we must defend it's rise" The knight grasped a note in her hand, intent on seeking out Iolas. An Oyashiman occultist did not even peer to the sky, instead she took in the odd state of the material plane, she kneeled in the sands of the desert and sifted through the sand for meaning, "Can we banish them all? Or will we just end ourselves?" - "Has all that I know? Everything I've been taught been a lie?"

"Vortice? Vortice fighting?" Hesperia doubled over laughing "I'll believe it when I see it. Can't wait to see Gusiam and his wife being the only ones on the battlefield"

A voidal necromancer revels in the concept of an arch-mage undead and his experiments. Though his expression falters at the words 'supermassive tear' and procceeds to not write in about it just yet. One particularly over-zelaous artificer packs her bags right away, making sure to send multiple overly-excited letters to Lanre. The 'ker packs on five layers of pink clothing and two hats and materlializes somewhere in the North in a cloud of sparkly green mist. Luthia Acal'Turrii grasps the missive and shoves it into her father's face "THIS is what I found, dad. THIS... Oh god" murmured the twelve-fingered elfess, "****!"

I'm going to keep my reply short. I personally think there's no point fixing what aint broke. Let people enjoy the server how they want to. It makes sense for creatures to have revival mechanics, it makes sense to allow players to determine when they want to die. If someone wants to be on a PK clause, great, if someone doesn't, great. There's so many people on this server with so many different ideas, everyone's going to find a niche they enjoy. There's no DM to make sure your death is meaningful, I see why some people wouldnt want to PK.