Damnit_Delmar

Was a bit apprehensive at first, took a read, and this is some solid lore. +1 on my end, awesome job!

That small gray skinned goblin would approuch the feasting pits, in one hand he held a bucket full of blood. In the other hand he held a skull with a slab of EarthEater skinned. A bloody palm stained into the hide, as the disease had long left it. "I offa da zkin ov da Worm mi and zome otherz klomped. I offa da grizh, ztolen from the da piritz whi zlayed. And laztly, mi offer mi own grizh." Setting the blood down, he would dig his clawed fingers into the palms of his hands. Letting the blood flow into the large bucket. The darker shade of blood, mixing with the long preserved blood from the pirate fight.

Name: Taegen Syltris Race: Half Mali'fenn/ Half Valah Age:28 Gender: Male [[OOC]] Username: SilvertheDM Discord: SilvertheDM#9022 Timezone: CST

The soft sound of clattering hooves, meeting dry earth, would fill the evening air. A man clad in furs and pelts, could be seen atop the white stallion. His visage covered and shaded by the hood of his cloak, as he slowly strolled to a stop at the carriage. A light click of his tongue, could be heard from behind the hood, before he swung off the stallion. Patting it's side as sign to leave, before he slowly made his way inside. Hooded eyes viewing the menagerie of items and objects, before his hooded eyes gazed down onto the Fortune Teller. "Hmmm, a man bears....curiosity, of this wagon and it's wares. Do tell, what exactly is it you offer?"

The Zurgrizh reads the missive with a big sharp toothed grin. "Da Elzyiunz hav nub pride, their grizh iz da grizh ov COWARDZ. Dere wallz where fun tu klimb do"

As the ker entered the otherside, she would see briefly in the stream of souls, a familiar adunian figure. A shit eating grin adorning his features, as he no longer bore the blindfold that had plagued him in life. "Well sh*t kid, didn't expect to see you here so soon, sadly I don't think your gonna see me long so." He would toss her over a bottle of booze, a thumbs up being seen from the dead adunian. "Let's have a little chat, one last drink with your friendly, Simple Blindman"

[Disclaimer this is not my art, credit goes to the actual artist] As the rain began to descend upon the realm of Almaris, a lone goblin would slowly exit the cave, his steps guiding him away from the Alter of Throqugrizh. For as he stepped outside, and saw it's bloody light, did he truly begin to look in awe and wonder at the pools of blood. A horrendous maw opened, letting the unknown sanguine escape past his lips. A revived look filling those crimson eyes as images of horror and devilry filled his mind, thoughts of murder and rampant violence, that already filled his mind and soul. A twisted 'blessing' already given to this twisted form, as his gaze shifted to the quickly forming puddles of blood that where filling the ground. Clawed hands slowly moved down, tracing over the ever shifting ripples of the blood , as he began to read into it. His reading accompanied by the fast paced beat of his heart, for wicked and vile images filled his mind, images stirred on by this unknown blood. The ever lingering question as to where this blood had come from, crossing his malformed mind, before it hit him. "Mi Peep it, diz, diz Grizh. It haz alwayz been here. It iz da grizh dat waz zoaked intu da ground, grizh dat whaz zpilled in da zandz and zoil, ov murder and pain. Diz grizh, holdz da tainted memoriez ov thoze who hav fell. Fell tu battlez previouz, and fell tu battlez prezent, and it will hold the grizh of thoze who will eventully fall." The cultural haruspex would splash the blood into the air, watching as globs rised up, creating a splattering of random yet destined choosing. Those blessed eyes, looking upon the spattering in awe and wonder. For he saw it, he saw what must be done. So the goblin began, to gather more buckets and basins, urns and tubs of all kinds as he furthered growing the supply of blood. "Da bond ov Grizh muzt grow further, Throqugrizh haz zent da grizh az a zign, and whi muzt rezpond tu it"

The sound of wood, beating against earth, would resound in the cave system underneath the Goi of the Iron Ugz. A beat, a rhythm, one constant and persistent as a being began his prayer, his respect to that which leads the Blood Faith. Down at the bottom, where large bones of long dead creatures adorned the walls, where the hearts of descendants rested on a alter, stood a grey skinned goblin. A large skull of a Morko Bear, covered his visage, as crimson eyes rested upon the alter. To his left, resided a basin of thick crimson blood, the liquid viscous and reeking of the heavy stench of iron. To his right however, resided an urn of warm sand. The grains still radiating the heat of the dry and hot sun, as the dim torchlight caused the grains to radiate with an almost crystalline light. A deep and guttural growl, one akin to more of a beast then sentient being, escaping dry lips as the Grizh Whisperer spoke to the emptiness. "Grizh, Grizh bindz uz, Grizh tiez uz, but mozt importantly, Grizh ztartz from within uz. Zince da ztart of our lives, Grizh haz bound uz, tu our bruddahs and ziztahs. Tu our clans and ancestors. Tu even our enemies and foes. Grizh, bindz uz all. It tiez uz, tu our ztoriez, tu our path, tu da whay" The goblin would slowly lower himself, picking up the urn of sand, hefting it up with relative ease before he looked down towards the ground. Slowly, he tilted the clay urn, letting the grains of white sand spill from it's top as moved about. His steps matching the rhythmic beat of his heartbeat, as he poured the grains into a shape. Several small shapeless lines, extended out in five directions outwards. Yet as he walked, as his clawed and bare feet danced. He did not pass through a line, did not smudge, for every line it seemed eventually met another line which led to another line being connected. Until each and every line, formed into a large circle near the steps of the stone stairs. "Zand, it iz what guided our ztepz in the beginning. It iz what binded our grizh, for our azht proper grizh waz zpilled in da dunez. Our ahzt bond waz da dunez. Zand iz da veniz, dat not only bindz our grizh, but bindz uz further tu our Ancestor Krug." The goblin would slowly set the urn in the center of the shape, nestling it as it's centerpiece, before he slowly picked up the urn of blood. In holding it, his steps would change, his heart racing and thus the tempo of whatever this prayer was, increasing. Blood flowed out in sprays, like an artist flicking paint from a brush, he created this representation. This symbol of Throqugrizh, and when he was finished and the urn was dropped, it would reveal a bloody handprint upon the ground. Further viewing, revealed the once white sand lines, acting as the veins that tied together the bond that connected the fingers to the hand. "Together, with grizh and zand, whi find da whay. For da zandz are da veins of our Anceztor Krug, that flow throughout diz world, and da grizh. OUR GRIZH, iz what fill da veinz. Mi blahz diz, becauze in da end, grizh bindz uz all tu Throqugrizh. For without da veinz, da grizh cannot flow tu da heartbeat, which guidez our ztepz. Juzt az how without grizh, our veinz remain empty, making our bodiez unable tu move tu da rhythm." The goblin would slowly extend his hands out, sharpened claws digging into scarred palms, to draw forth blood as he danced in rhythm. The rhythm of his heartbeat, and blood, as flicked bloodied palms onto the hand. Soon the rhythm of his heart would increase, doing so caused the goblin to pick up his staff, shaking and waving the charms as he chanted over and over the mantra he had learned all those times ago. "Grizh tu flow, and Grizh tu Bond "

A written letter would be left out, made for all to see and hear, a precaution in case the adunian known as Vesryn Otellio Delmar died suddenly. "Hello there everyone, I know this is an improper way to start a letter. But I've never been much of a proper indvidual, I'm a lying conniving bastard, that somehow won the grandest prize in life. To think that a peasent like I, managed to become nobility, riches, and gain a loving family. To think that I would rise the way I did, and attain what I did, I mean like I said. I'm a right and true bastard. But I digress, I would like to make a small message, for those I knew and those I interacted with semi often. I thank those that genuinely gave me a chance, that trusted my decisions, and put faith in me. I thank you those that guided me, and those I could call fellow brothers and sisters in arms. Most certainly, I thank those that accepted me as an equal, regardless of my Adunian heritage which I am proud of. To some of you, I will leave behind a personal letter, however for others I shall either thank you or curse you out here. Borok you where a right Orc and fun hunting buddy, I hope you achieve all that you are looking for in the way of Grizh. To Ahng, you where a cool Brotha to hang out with. To Yarrow, You gave out really good Cactus Green. Ellathor, you where a bit of an idiot, but you had a kind heart. Do right by the Rangers and the rest of Elysium. To Aiyeis, you where an amazing soul, and I wish you nothing but the best in life. To Coral, I wish you and Edward the best. To the Vanari's, I personal would like to flip you all off, but you have the arm of my favorite flipping off hand. To Alona and Togrim Vanari, you are the exception to the prior flipping off. It was an honor to work with you both. To Strange Incantations, you where one of my favorite book shops. To Adem, good luck on your ventures. Avery I hope you continue on with your reading studies, your doing good. Prince Amaesil, I still hold that grudge on you not paying me for the arm. Aech, stay short and fearsome. Rina D'avre I will meet you in the pits of Moz. Rylanor, you where a good proud dwede, and I thank you always for the hand you gave me. Cypress, you where an idiot who talked shit about my wife, **** you. Kane, you where cool, good beard. To all the vampire covens in Almaris, **** you, I can kill you with seasoning. To the Inferi of Almaris, **** you, you fed my soul. *******. To all Voidal Mages, besides the select handful I like. **** you, for bringing about the hollow, you fuckwits. To the mystics of the realm, I don't know you that well, hope that Specter I sent is okay. To the Necromancers of Almaris, some of you where *******. To the druids of Almaris, you had some good people in your groups I respect it. To Lotis however, **** you for trying to kill my wife that one time. But thank you for the cool sword. To the pumpkin duchess, I will meet you Stroz, you round pumpkin *****. To the entirety of Oren and it's people, **** you for killing my people and it's culture, you genocidal scumbags. To the Paladins, **** you you pompous little *******. To Yong Ping, you had a rat problem, I now hate rats because of you. To Sions extended family, why didn't you like me? To the O'Roukes, some of you where good people. To Auden, I'm sorry I could have been better. To Elysium as a whole, your city was good, the people where somewhat shit though. To Hexers, you where shit monster hunters. To the Lectors, thank you for the arm. Lastly to round it all of, to the entirety of Cartref Mor. Though I was here from the start in physical form, I will sadly be unable to progress and see how you grow and flourish in the physical. But, my spirit shall remain, guiding as an Ancestor from above. To always help point to the right direction in life, and to always scheme you out of a situation. " Signed - Vesryn Otellio Delmar, The Viper, Head of Diplomacy in Cartref Mor, Far Scryer of the Adunains. Sent out in private, would be letters for Six Indviduals. Labled [@Setsuko_] Edward Thuri-Elendil, [@Sciencepants2] Sionnach Delmar Redfist, Velen, [@Braydben] Bryan, [@BloodyZarios] Feo, [@DrHope] Lord John OOC Notes

Stay safe man, hope everything works out. You've been an awesome dude to chill with and rp with.

Honestly I searched through the alchemy list, trying to find potions that did a lot of this stuff, and it was surprising that there was not really anything that did what these potions do. Hence why I thought I would try my hand at writing the lore up.

Adunic Alchemy An adunian bowie alchemist, currently sorting and preparing the herbs to make into medicine or symbols. Lore Reagents Deer Heart Potions Stags Stamina Bowie Camouflage Purpose OOC Comments and Shoutouts: First I want to make it clear, this is my first time submitting lore or alchemical lore for that matter. So apologies if it seems a bit weird formatting wise. Secondly, I want to give a huge shoutout to those that reviewed the piece and gave some advice, that being Nooblius and TheBlackBobRoss. Along with, those that just peer reviewed it with me, such as DrHope and Jameson, this is was a lot of fun to make and work on. Regardless of all of that, I hope to write some more lore in the future. If you have any criticisms or comments, by all means comment on the post or just dm me.

Swog would currently be making food, a fresh fruit salad in fact, however upon hearing the new's the gobbo would stop. The messenger looked at the malnourished creature, and for the first time, a single tear was shed for the Wonk. "Latz waz da hozhest King ov da Kinder Goi........"Sniffling, he would thwack a bandaged arm to his chest. Nodding at no one in particular. "Mai latz drink da grog, and lead da B teem from da Zki, Froggie"

[!] A letter would arrive at the doorstep of lady Nyx. "Hello there, the young Adunian Bachelor named Edward Thuri-Elendil, is a very sad Dilf looking for love. The man has four kids and has been blessed with the courage of an Angul. Give him a chance and I am sure you and him would be an amazing match. Signed by The Simple Blindman" Vesryn would chuckling as he smoked on the front porch, glad to know he was a decent wingman for his lonely brother in arms

This about to get Spicy

+1 Very based smithing lore

Vesryn would look out from the tower, the smoke rising in the distance as his feet dangled from the towers edge. Slowly he would stand, stepping backwards into the tower. Nodding his head slowly as his grey and lavender gaze rested towards the horizon. The new dawn slowly bringing new rays of light. "Hmmm with this new day rising, I wonder what is to come for us all in the future" He would stroll downstairs, preparing to properly train.

Would nod as he saw the poster on the side of the road, curious about this, he would slowly lean over. Picking up the flyer he would nod as he looked over, his path lay before him. "Hmm might be able to find what I am looking for." With a grin growing under his face mask, he would wander to Eastfleet in search of the shop

Vesryn read the letter, his brow's furrowing in concentration as nodded. "Well then, I assumed something like this would occur." He would look at the wall, it's grey fixtures and tones, shifting in the rays of the lantern light. His own thoughts wandered to the events at the gate, what he had seen. His lips would turn to a frown, one of disappointment. "When will they understand I wonder." He lifted up his mask, slowly leaving his house as he made his way out into the forest, heading to his current research project.