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are you an enemy of player fun prima? what happened to your whimsy?

A long sigh leaves Ante'ahern as the content of the missive are processed in his mind, seated on the couch of the Wynasul manor. He spares an occasional glance toward his own daughter as she rambles about something in the background. "Such a brazen oem'ii. . . Adorellan must reign this wayward daughter of his in before she makes a bigger fool of herself."

Ante'ahern stared over the missive with wide eyes, just the thought of how many herbs that would be had him salivating internally. Though, a sigh escaped him as he held up half of Lorandil's left arm in his other hand. "I wonder what I could get for this. . ." The elf contemplated, placing both items into his satchel. "Maybe I need to pay him another visit, I'm sure Valindra wouldn't mind as long as I don't kill the boy."

An iron gauntlet gripped the missive with a thinly contained ire, Ante'ahern scanned his eyes over the parchment again and again. He needed to be certain his eyes weren't deceiving him. After some careful deliberation, he'd stuff the missive into his satchel, saving it for later- though committing the signed name to memory: 'Lorandil Sindarin'. "This cretin is to be purged."

"These fools and their pride. . ." Murmured a former Sohaer as he stepped over the corpses of the fallen. His day now disturbed and wrought with worry for his wife.

i didn’t know you could know juliet without kloning currently. thought it fell under needing to know kloning. kinda corny if someone was going around doing that. +1

One elf, meant to have attended the massacre, but fortunately had been warned against it now found this decree. Narrowly he had evaded a horrific massacre at the hands of the creatures he now despised most. Humans. "They gloat, they boast, they celebrate slaughtering innocents for the taint of the few." "They are bugs; writhing, grotesque little creatures lacking in dignity yet high on hubris." "Filth, the entire lot." He lamented in the lonesome streets of his once lively city, that voice echoing from within his manor as he collected his belonging. "They deserve nothing. Only to be crushed underfoot and forgotten." A fist balled, tightening around the paper he held in hand, crushing it before casting it aside. "Like the festering insects they are."

The missive's title had instantly caught the attention of Aelros on his journey around the continent. As he laid those lavender eyes onto its contents his face lit with an unmistakable glee. Oh how it had been so long since he fought other magi. "FINALLY. . ."

the wording of this line confuses me, i suggest changing it slightly. The Rite of Exsanguination requires [3] T4+ Bloodmagi or [1] Exsanguinated T5 and [2] Bloodmagi of any tier. also the 1 month cooldown is crazy, id say a week at max for this kind of ritual and maybe less genus. tbh i havent gotten around to getting people for any of the bigger rituals but 10 seems like overkill for an ascension type ritual lowkey. highest currently are call calamity (15), invent (8), and spiritspell (8). and i agree with prima for the most part. while it would be cool to choso larp i dont think blood armor fits bm thematically and i think applying a cost to non-combative blood manipulation is kinda strange. id understand just having it noted as a non-combat ability you gain since its powergamed for flavor anyways. however, i do like the idea of an ascension ritual to progress further into bm, but idk if it'd be worth it without giving the second slot the love it needs. good luck with this write though.

“This body wanes . . .” Deep within the depths of a place long forgotten, a crimson elf stared at an old tank coated in dust. Within it laid a body nigh identical to the elf who stared into its home, one that has only known slumber in its time ‘living’. Ante’ahern lifted a green flask from off the nearby tabletop, his hand shook with uncertainty. “This one deserves to rest, a long rest. It has served me exceptionally.” Still his hand shook as he lifted that green flask into view, that grotesque looking slime that sloshed anxiously in its container. He was afraid. "Coward." "Silence, thing." The man sat across the room from the tank, staring at it as he contemplated his next action. Should he? Would he? What if it failed and he was cast into the soulstream? "If I had this knowledge whilst I roamed I-" Before that other voice could finish that cork was ripped from the maw of the flask, quicker than he could reason himself out of it. Down slime went, funneling into his throat. Though he’d not make it through the entire elixir for his body would already begin to stiffen and lose control, the bottle fell to the ground, smashing against the hard floor. The elf’s golden eyes fearfully shifted shut as his body crumpled and contorted into the fetal position. The soul sent away. He was gone. Across the room, within the tank, the thing that only seemed to slumber now woke. Its eyes crept open, a cold blue that pierced the darkness yet barely able to see through the fluid, and dust that caked upon the glass of its enclosure. It wanted out. And so it banged and banged on that glass with as much strength as it could muster, its scream muffled by liquid yet, even if it weren’t no one would be present to hear it. The very liquid that fueled its birth now suffocated it, attempting to staunch the very life it was given. Desperately, that thing clawed at the glass, punching, kicking, scratching- whatever it could manage. You’re going to die. "You’re going to die." You’re going to die. "You’re going to die." Over and over 2 voices chanted one thought, pounded it fervently into its mind. On and on and on . . . until. The glass broke. Everything within was now out, spread over the ground. The thing flopped like a fish as it gasped for breath, ejecting the contents of its stomach and the fluid too as it tried to breathe. And as the air it so desperately craved finally flowed into its lungs, it laughed. For he lived.

my redhead was very magic-less and purely alchemy focused. then he set his eyes on something. he definitely did questionable things pre-magic tho

Seeking to Employ By the hand of elSohaer’vallel in S.A. 211 This is a call to ALL denizens of the Silver State, there are many jobs that are in need of filling. Be you an individual just coming of age, an acting member of the Sillumir looking to busy yourself when off duty, or just a citizen in need of a job - you are needed. The following is a list of available jobs and other practices that we need to see more of as our city grows: Stewards Librarians Event Committee Sillumir Clinicians (we’re severely understaffed here) Tavernkeeper Should any of the presented positions interest you, do pen a letter to the State office with the following criteria filled to apply for these positions. Upon being seen you will be contacted at the discretion of the council: IGN: Discord: Name: Race: Place of Residency/Whether you’re Seeking Residency: Applied Position: Signed, Ante’ahern Wynasul elSohaer’vallel of Haelun’or maehr'sae hiylun'ehya