TeawithFrisket

First Orialis of the Second age. 1 Issued on the 13ths of Fox's Calling In the year of the Sun 53rd of SA ★──────────★─────────★──────────★─────────★──────────★ After a well-needed period of grieving and prayer, and the finding of our culture. It was time that the Solarii people enacted the ritual of the dead. A night of passing and respect one that would be recorded in the memories of masses. In the time of Sol’Tarmatha, the first Orialis was conducted as a Non Spiritualist ritual to pay respect and a final goodbye to those who passed both honorably and fairly. The ritual was a sacred ritual amongst families, however with the heavy losses claimed by the Mori’quessir in the Great Mori Conquest. We of the governing body of Helious and the spiritualist following within our city decided it would finally be a good time to say goodbye to those who have fought for us, or passed. Human or Elf, orc or dwarf, halfling or adunians. We are all descendants. And The Principality of Helious wishes to call upon her allies and friends, within Amathine and yonder to bring their deceased to pay respect. And to also pay respect to the brethren of Brev who have fought bravely for descendant kinds' survival. Orialis is a ritual formed in Sol’tarmatha as a non-spiritualist act before the battle of Sunapsis and the re-founding of the spiritualist following. It is meant to be a ritual where the people come together to pour the ashes of the deceased or lay the body and/or the remains to rest on a pyre in an open field, or in a raft to send off into the open ocean, upon it Ambers of fire would fill the sky alongside the smoke signaling their passing to the astral plane, or in shaman terms the Ancestral realm. We invite all shamans and people of Amathine to attend this ritual if need be also to bring their deceased if they wish to lay someone to rest and send them off. ★──────────★─────────★──────────★─────────★───── ─────★ Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes, don’t resist them, that only creates sorrow, let reality be reality. Let things naturally flow forward in whatever way they wish. -Lao tzu Signed,

13ths of Fox's Calling, year 53 of SA.2 After much investigation done by the Sol’tarrio, and the allies of the Munnel family. It has been founded after many long days, months, and years. That we of the Sol’Talonii of Munnel, Declare the Crown Ac’luzx (Crown-prince), LEON SILVER-MUNNEL Missing and killed in action. After much investigation, the only thing we could of retrieved was the crown of his Highness, and nothing more. Further more the ship tagged HSH Ac’ahern was nowhere found within the suspected wreck, only minimal pieces and its flag were also retrieved allowing us to assume the ship was destroyed either by natural causes or by a foreign entity, unknown to our people. However, after further investigation such case was debunked after his departure from almaris was before the warning missive and report of the brothers of brev. Leaving no nation's navy capable of destroying the ship entirely. Her Highness Ac’Luzxi (Crown Princess) Ember An’na Munnel, was left what was of his remains. It was estimated that about fifty men and goblins, who assisted His Highness in his voyage also died within the ship.

As one whos been around communities, some are less pleasent than others, some have just really thick skin people who dont give much care to their own words or practice T2BS. Its truthfully bad that communities have their bad apples, not justifying them. An apology would be dry from me, but I'm sorry you have such issue in these communities you have been in. Tho you should talk to Moderation, they are a helpfull bunch!

Least Favorite lore to read and why? You been here for 10 years. From the time of being a normal player to being a fairly well known Lore staff member, how has it been affecting your view upon the lore of this server. It’s evolution and creations? As a Story member who deals with a lot of lore or events, what is some advice for both new and mid game players would you give about them creating lore or going into an event?

A shieldess ponders who this one is. The old lady scoffs at the missive finding this funny. ”as my children say, KeKw”

My used to be mage would speak backwards elven when casting spells try then apples

“Hmph…finally” said an Northern lass

“WOOOOOOOO GETTING THE FAM BACK TOGETHER HELL YEAH!” Said a Li-ren boy

“Norland…allied….with mages…. Oh no” said a certain princess from her room

I was like a smol bean when I watched it

+1,000,000, dead man tell no tales

Are the others need to be taught IRP? if so please place a redline stating in the general explanation of the lore that everything in the lore must be taught irply. Or read ofc

Many ups and down over my past years both irl and LOTC. loss of friends arguments that were not necessary lots of regrets in the end, I find myself alive. Waking up, giving my 100% to my daily Irl duties or my LOTC quests for greatness. I have issues of my own, and some I cannot explain in public. To those who know you know, and sometimes to find the drive to strive is the hardest grind in all aspects of life and E-life. Some have asked, in the midst of loss, despair, and moments where I’m backed to a corner, how do I keep laughing, smiling and telling others to keep pushing foward. My anwser is I don’t tell something I cannot do or haven’t done. My father always told me “Life is an action, to say life is one thing, to do it is another. Just never say and do- death or you might find yourself in the character creation screen.”

(Thought this was a pk post)

“Damn these filthy Valah” said the sun elven princess reading, as she ponder for a bit, wondering if her people could assist the qualasheen

“what is it that the oyashi say? Oh yes. NANIIIIII?!” An Elfess stated from afar in the souther tropics

“Eh? UNCLE?! Oi…this is just as bad as Johanne. Aye she’s also here, we are the last recognizable Vuillers. Sad ain’t it, an end of an era. Come share a drink with me.” Said the Ruff Vuiller man

+1 actually making them an intreasting MA/ flavor rp magic to play in

Ember breaks down once more the loss of her husband and brother in the same year, sounds of crashing and breaking within the palace. Screams of agony and pain echoed as an Elfess was fueled with hot blood rage.

Ember lightly smiles at the well formatted yet lazy written missive. A weary smile, she does plan to go with her kids if possible.

“Finally the little guys are allying, better together.” The sun elf princess nods firmly

“Otro mas, and a very long name too” said a sick frisketa

“Mmmmm I guess I’ll go… fresh air would do me nice.” Said the Elfess staring at her golden fox mask

“The stage is preparing, a new theater.” The Sun elven princess stated as she sipped her tea in her room as she took out a chess board “an attack on one, is an attack on both. E’ hope they stick to that. E’ ponder whom will they drag into this.”

Frisketa seemed to frown, in the streets of numendil as she looked down at the missive. ”I didn’t even get to say goodbye to him…just like esper….”