Lunan_EXE

(in response to satinkira's message, forums are fucked, fml) Estel has no clue of this interaction, as her study (with her desk) is inside her home with no windows. Few people would be able to hear her complaint, nobody would be able to hear from outside.Maybe Leweth is imagining things.

Estel Anarórë, the dedicated aunt-figure of Norland, sat lone at her desk. She swiped a hand across the tabletop's wooden surface in an attempt to clear some space between the piles of papers and books, before setting down a copy of the 'hygiene report' in front of her. " 'Norlandic tavern, uncooperative, held at knifepoint?' " She groaned, thinking back to the day the 'health inspectors' had arrived. It was in this moment she wished to slam her head against a wall, as she began to complain to herself. "The two had wandered into the tavern and demanded access to our kitchen - we didn't let them in. They showed no certification of their knowledge, nor did they have any proof of being hygienic themselves. After much argument, when they realised we weren't goin' to let them into our kitchen, they began to throw around stereotypes and insults towards our citizens, and refused to leave when asked. Any violent actions were a result of their crude behaviour." Estel released a sigh, feeling a stress-induced headache coming within the near future. For a moment, she considered taking a break by going to her farm.. Unfortunately for her, her farm is less than a minute's walk from the halfling village, as Cyris had given the land to her years prior. "These 'health inspectors' entered knowin' nothing of Norland or her people, and continued to fuss and throw insults when they did not get their way. The interaction escalated because they escalated it." ... "Also, that child was being watched over. He is within my family." And there came the headache.

"Paint." Estel said simply.

Estel Anarórë, who was stood behind her family member 'The Dragon-slaying Wall Child' Io, who was stood behind the Pontiff, who was stood behind Harald, would blink towards the odd collection of people. "Tattoos? I considered getting one, once.." She paused, thinking for a moment before she continued. "It was a phoenix, for the clan." She then turned around looking for more discussion, as a conga-line had formed.

Estel came to a halt next to one of the posters, as in the midst of walking her pet the brightly-coloured text caught her eye. For a moment, she read, before she shook her head and she moved on. "Will he ever go a day without getting in to trouble? If I were a little less blind, I'd say he gets into more trouble than me." Her sled dog Carrots seemed to agree with a literal 'wouf'.

Now I can blow up nations and houses with tnt <3

" Through the dark tall trees of Norland sits the city of Vjardengrad, where a mother and her family lives peacefully... " --== Looking for someone to play Jamison C. Anarórë ==-- -- Son of Estel Foxtrot-Anarórë -- ┏━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┓ ┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛ In Character Information: Jamison Anarórë A.K.A Jamie, Jam-Jam Human, Age 8 Male (gender may be changed according to your preferences) Absolute blank slate - you're free to write up a personality for him! Located in Vjardengrad, Norland, in the Anarórë home. Living Relatives: - Estel Foxtrot-Anarórë (mother, chieftain of clan) - Artemis Anarórë (older brother) (Full family tree, including list of deceased relatives, can be given upon request at any time.) Adopted child (with Estel and Artemis being elven, and Jamieson human) Out of Character Information: I only ask you're a chill person, and that you don't have issue with our clan members! A picture of the skin can be seen above, however, you are completely alright if you want to change the outfit, or even make your own skin!! I have a base skin for Jamison that you may use for any outfit changes. Need more info, want to know more, or want to play Jamison? Message me on Discord!: Lunan_EXE (display name; mrow) OR, message me in-game!: VaporwaveParrot Note: I am not actively on the forums, please do not contact me on here. Try Discord or in-game.

" Through the dark tall trees of Norland sits the city of Vjardengrad, where a mother and her family lives peacefully... " --== Looking for someone to play Jamison C. Anarórë ==-- -- Son of Estel Foxtrot-Anarórë -- ┏━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┓ ┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛ In Character Information: Jamison Anarórë A.K.A Jamie, Jam-Jam Human, Age 5 Male (gender may be changed according to your preferences) Absolute blank slate - you're free to write up a personality for him! Located in Vjardengrad, Norland, in the Anarórë home. Living Relatives: - Estel Foxtrot-Anarórë (mother) - Artemis Anarórë (older brother) (Full family tree, including list of deceased relatives, can be given upon request at any time.) Adopted child (with Estel and Artemis being elven, and Jamieson human) Out of Character Information: I only ask for two qualities! 1. You are a chill person, and have had no previous issues with Anarórë as a clan. 2. I'm looking for someone who plans to play Jamison long-term, and who wants to turn him into their own (preferably main) character, instead of someone who would only play him when family is online. A picture of the skin can be seen above, however, you are completely alright if you want to change the outfit, or even make your own skin!! I have a base skin for Jamison that you may use for any outfit changes. Need more info, want to know more, or want to play Jamison? Message me on Discord!: Lunan_EXE (display name; mrow) OR, message me in-game!: VaporwaveParrot Note: I am not actively on the forums, please do not contact me on here. Try Discord or in-game.

--== Leaflets are scattered throughout the land, detailing a recent activities of the Orcs in Norland ==-- The howling winds carried the scent of the ongoing war as Orcs approached the Norland gates under a tattered white flag stained with the blood of their slain kin. The lead Orc with a twisted, iron-clad visage, stepped forward with a sneer that revealed his sharp tusks. The eyes of his warband burned with a fierce, predatory intensity. "Norland! We come under a flag of peace for diplomacy!" He bellowed, his voice a thunderous growl that echoed through the city. Behind him, half a dozen armored Orcs, ready more to kidnap a Keeper than speak to one. The only two Norlandic defenders on duty, exchanged glances as the Orcs' intentions became increasingly unclear. High-Keeper Ellenore gave no word of a meeting, nor did rumors circulate of such leading to an almost laughable confusion, expressed only by a brief, muffled chuckle. "Send a letter to the Keeper, so we may discuss terms like civilized beings," The taller of the two suggested, his tone soft but firm, almost as if guiding a child in a puzzle. “Until then, there will be no meeting unless it is of your bald head and a pike” The Orc's response was a contemptuous laugh, the sound of which would have sent shivers down the spines of some of the most battle-hardened warriors. "Letters? We have no time for your feeble bureaucracy! You will open these gates now, or we will tear them down with the wrath of a thousand storms!" The orc warband, fueled by aggression and a thirst for conquest, began to threaten, shout and beat their chests in a menacing display. Their pleas were not born out of desperation but rather a twisted sense of entitlement - as if Norland owed them something by virtue of their proclaimed might. "Enough with your words, Norlander! We demand entry, and we demand it now." They roared. For several long moments, the air stood still before the Orcs realized their barbaric displays left the two unfazed. The silence was broken as the second guard, known for her years of gate duty, cleared her throat - skin showing the burns and scars of a thousand lifetimes. “Cope and Seethe” She announced, a thick accent blanketing the order. This sends the Orcs into a mad rage! Shouting and demanding to be seen by a keeper. This continued on for a time before they marched their way out of Norland, bringing their tantrums back to Krugmar.

Estel sat lone at her desk, utterly awestruck and near horrified by the words on the page she held. "Eh?"

It's taken me awhile, but I did it! This was my second Blockbench project but my first coded Figura model. It is nearly completely animated, and completely textured. (I textured the scorpion part itself, the human part was modified from https://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/ftu-medieval-peasant/ submitted by ReveredOwl) Ultimately, the project came out to 72 cubes, 34 bones, and according to Figura 11.52kb. There is an idle animation (as shown in images) and a currently unfinished walk animation, because 8 legs are hard to work with! Every leg has 3 joints each, meaning 24 bones went in to making the legs. The model of the legs has had 5 iterations, and the scorpion body merely 2. I think my favorite part of the model is that the human part of it is actually smaller than an actual player model (armour stand for comparison in images), so as I worked on the texturing and animation, I started to think of a character for this funky little project. His name is Melanie SANDches. Though his old folks are strong and barbaric, and his siblings are all natural-born warriors, ready for greatness, Melanie is small, weak, and nothing but a runt to his family. Giving him a blade is nothing more than a danger to him and his clumsiness, and his stinger is the weakest out there, rendering him harmless. Though he wishes for peace (and at the very least some friends), he also wishes for his family's approval, and that approval won't come without trouble. At the end of the day, this was a difficult way to learn, but a way I learnt from nonetheless. It would be cool if I could use this somewhere, but unfortunately for me, I do not, so this has just ended up being 'for fun'. That's all from me, remember to hydrate!

I'm crying I want one of these so bad but my character Estel has fire trauma bro :((

Name: Estel Foxtrot Anarórë Race: Wood Elf Title: The Half-Cooked Footman (this is a joke I promise) Allegiance: Norland Magical Practice: N/A

Claimed :3

"Boots would be great for Vikela, he's already don' so much for the Anarórë clan and I'll support him through thick and thin."