Royal Peasant

I just discovered this moments before I was about to head to bed. I am awed at how considerate you are being for offering such amazing arts for Mina alone! You could of easily offered the same for real money. Unfortunately I am too poor to offer a bid either for real coin or for mina with how high its gotten. But I do hope the mina you get helps you for your future goals and that you enjoy the art piece you end up commissioned to create! Stay awesome.

Roylan G Sirame blinks at the new information of a seed being formed behind Eonan and the words of such a large culture being tied in his background. Being surprised, and a little amused within his daily routine as he sipped on his beverage. "Ya will still be Eonan of 'Nowhere' to me Llir." He voiced over from his balcony with a friendly smile, and a small touch of teasing on his expression before he turned to find rest within his abode. Intrigued to see where this seed will go and what he will learn about it in the future.

Love the image you chose for this. Glad I was able to assist in writing this up! Hope you have a large turn out friend.

As a man who adores airships, I am very happy to see the concept appearing and being introduced! The inner child in me squeed and pictured explorations in the clouds, battles with harpies as they tried to kidnap people from the decks and bring the ships down. Harvesting of lighting within the clouds through storms. All kinds of fun little things like that. The more serious part of me however looked upon this and thought of the consequences of it being introduced. Of how no settlement will be safe as the walls can simply be flown over and broke in. Of how someone could fly high enough not to be shot at then drop chemicals through potions, cannon balls and other such things from the deck down upon cities for terrorism. And that is only a few thoughts that came to mind. Now I do realize the lore made it very clear that the airships are weak to attack, from a sword, flaming arrows, and cannon fire. But there is a range to those that a airship can keep outside of. And you need certain permissions to enter into a space, or even crash land to cause damage by bringing the ship into space. With that said I do love the concept, the amount of events, intrigue, and story that it could introduce. No doubt that there will be a thriving community born to ships and taking to the skies the moment Airships become approved. The editions you made of them being useable to travel from lands to lands, like ships, transportation, and other details showing just how deeply you've thought on this. Whichever the case may be I look forward to seeing what happens with this piece.

"Hoi there, just going to get a little bit of reading done. Don't mind me." A human with a almost ever curious mind waved to the others within the den of wood, paper and ink as he flowed through the shelves. Through the many arching towers that surrounded this space and roamed his fingers upon the spines of knowledge like a bird. Pecking at the meal he was about to have and testing the treat before he consumes it. Tap-Tap-Tap. The finger went. Drumming from one tome to another. One book. One spine. Moving along as he searched for something that sparked his interest. His intrigue. And found it finally. A tome with a title of a word he didn't know. The final plucked, it pulled. It drew the tome within the rough hands of the artist and craftsmen as began to flip through the pages. The parchment and ink brushed along by his fingers as he read. Whirlpools swirling as he took every word, every letter. And finding a gentle smile resting upon his lips by the end. "Such a wholesome, gentle tome. A pleasant read indeed...." Setting it down upon upon the shelve once more he walked off with a hum and a song on his lips. spirits lightened. "Hoi Hoi I Ho-i~"

Well this place looks like it would be entertaining to travel into and explore, a new source of adventure and intrigue.

Roylan G. Sirame was sipping his morning cup of honey from the treeline when he heard the sudden 'call' of a certain wild woman of felines. Blinking as he glances over in that direction of shrooms and finds himself smiling in amusement as he sips. "And here I thought cats were only noisy at night. Good morning to ya as well!" He voiced over in her direction with a warm ring of humour dancing on his honey doused lips.

A very interesting concept that could breed quite a few events, and situations to be played with. A lot of potential with the concept to be applied into the world as long as people can play with them well and utilize the concepts to perform well with the world and players are willing to work with them. It will be interesting to see what kind of culture blooms through players creativity with this as well. I look forward to see the result of this, be it approved or not I'm sure you'll be able to rework it and bring it to life if you keep going at it.

Roylan G. Sirame gazed down upon the design that covered his arm. The almost glistening appearance of scales coiling around his arm, against the skin that bound around it, tail, and lithe form twisting and coiling against the presence of his entire being. The sting of the new marking of Ilmyumier artwork filling his being with purpose. The final light of the work crossing the arch of his shoulder with maw opened wide, and a bright light of its eye gazing towards him. "The first piece to ever cover my form...A beautiful piece. I wonder if Taynei’hiylu will gaze as kindly upon me as you do, little one?" A chuckle escaping his deep voice as he moved a finger and scritched the chin of the dragon on his body before he shook his head. Warmth escaping his lips as he carried on his day and let the arm rest.

Roylan was drinking a sip of tea from the tree tops and nibbling on a biscuit when he'd suddenly see people marking away across the bridge and...turning into animals? Confusion filled his ears as he slowly SLURPED the beverage. "Is it a tuesday? Weird things always happen on tuesday." He mumbled as he rose a hand and waved to the people turned animals as they scatter to the lands! Farewell, tuesday visitors! Or maybe it was Thursday? Ah, time. It was hard to keep track!

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 59 year, 2nd Age 15th. Down below are the collective words that were spoken during the fourth moot of collective Drui, Dedicants, and Citizens of Nevehlen that gathered together under the father circles Tree to speak of important matters, information that everyone within the Vale needed to be aware of, and new pressing concerns. Allowing all those that missed out on the meeting to be informed of the passing discussions. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Miven Caerme’onn - “Alright! Welcome, welcome. This our…forth. Forth I think Father Circle moot we’ve had here in Nevehlen.” Miven Caerme’onn - “A lot of new folks here, so for those of you who are new, the Raitheans will address some issues, or topics and then welcome you all to comment on them. At the end, the floor is open for you lot to bring up any pressing new topics that you believe the Circle should be aware of. Any other matters, feel free to find Raitheans on a later day.” Miven Caerme’onn - “If everyone understands that, we’ll begin! First moot points will be pressing matters, the voidal blighted lands, preparations against Azdrazi attacks and conflicts with other darkspawn.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Let us start with blighted lands, ti?” Ahn Gulr - “YUB” Evar’lae Amayril - “TI” Lle’sil - “Ti!” Roylan Grant - “Aye.” Miven Caerme’onn - “The father Circle has had four scouting missions out in the blighted lands, and of the four, three we managed trekking through. During those we tried healing, we’ve tried burning land and flora, nothing worked.” Miven Caerme’onn - “The last scouting mission we didn’t make it out of our own gates and we were attacked outside our northern walls. A hoard of mages and behemoths, protecting some orb. We fought, we killed them all, and as soon as this protection was gone, the orb tried to escape.” Miven Caerme’onn - “The orb was destroyed, however, with this brought new theories as to how we can cleanse the land or bring thoughts of studying the orb.” Miven Caerme’onn - “And for clarify, the orb is destroyed. When they are destroyed, they will have harmed warriors. Frostbite, and blight that can be healed.” Yae’vel Caerme’onn - “Our warriors are strong, but some will be hurt on these expeditions. These tainted monstrosities continue to threaten our way of life and the balance, but wwe continue to fight. I am proud of each and everyone one of you.” Malii-evarir at this point arrived into the moot and slipped onto the stands to witness it. Miven Caerme’onn - “That said, the next couple of elven years Father Circle Drui will go in the blighted lands, and outskirts again.” Miven Caerme’onn - “We need to find more of these orbs, should they be on the outskirts, and study them the best we can.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Does anyone have anything they’d like to note on this particular issue? And the blighted lands?” Evar’lae Amayril - “Stay the **** away from the ocean.” Axilya - “And stay the **** away from the middle.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Fisuli first, then Varan and Lle’sil.” Yae’vel Caerme’onn - “We do not have such…rules. Speak your mind and you will be addressed as such. The raising of hands is…mhmm how do I say? Dumb. We are equals in our protection of the balance.” Lotus Lorenthus - “She just said you don’t have to raise your hand.” The Kodiak Druid - “I do what I please. And. I like raising my hand.” Fisuli - “I first ask, have you already tried removing corrupted material from the hollow before purifying it?” Miven Caerme’onn - “I’m ne sure if any have trie that. Something we can do on our next trip, bring blighted flora on the outskirts and heal. Ahernan for the suggestions.” The kodiak druid - “Were these necromancers with you spoke of prioersister bear? If so, you recongize this is awfully odd. Orb of theirs exploded into frost, has an alliance between the frosty-women and the necromancers been considered? After-all, I assume they both want to end all of us anyway.” Miven Caerme’onn - “One moment! I believe fisulii had more to add.” The Kodiak Druid - “Ayal” Fisuli - “I believe that could be a simple test to see the nature of the connection of the orb. If that doesn’t work, dousing the object in auric oil or other ways of breaking a voidal connection might work.” Fisuli - “If we could confirm such a connection is causing the abnormal ability of the hollow to resist purification than we could focus our efforts on that. If not if might suggesti something more potent than the orbs at play.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Ayric oil, to the land has unfortunately proven not useful. It’s only good against creatures. Necromancers did ne have an orb, a group of voidal magi and voidal behemoths had this orb. The necromancer situation is solely them needing life to thrive - our glade, our kin.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Varan, I saw your hand was up?” The Kodiak Druid - “Ahh- Makes sense.” Fisculii - “Oh, and I suspect if we break an orb within the hollows we might elicit a rather…voilent reaction. If there connections are complex enough. I am not entirely certain, but it is worth being wary of. I believe that is all I have to say. Lotus Lorenthus: - “I can most likely figure out who the necromancers are. It would cost a lot, though…” Miven Caerme’onn - “Voilent reaction wherever you find the orb. Thankfully those who smashed it on our lands were covered head to toe and were protected.” Miven Caerme’onn - “We’ve two locations as to where the necromancers are coming from, both that the gladeguards of nevaehlen, and Father Circle drui will be scouting.” Varan - “I just ask if you have any shards of the orb that I could study.” Lotus Lorenthus - “And the frostwitches? I also know how I can find them. But as said before, it’d still cost a lot for me.” Roylan grant - “I believe I have already brought up the discovery of a library that I have heard of to you Miven, which books filled the shelves that were identical to each other. That might be another place we could try to hunt down and locate if we venture out there again.” Ilra Ba’kana - “I am not sure if it is connected - However I may know where we can find another orb.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Ne, it completely exploded into frost. Varan. But we the next time we encounter one where we are more prepared, that’ll be wise to try and get it.” Miven Caerme’onn “Oh- ti, ayla. “Aimed towards Roylan. “Marayla, ti. Definitely something I asked you to share with the other Gladeguards, Father Circle Drui and Wild chiefs. Mind sharing with the other folk here what you and the others discovered?” Roylan Grant - “Apologizes, I was noting down for our own moot minutes. I found from a trusted source that there has been groups that went to the voidal hollow. From what I have heard the shelves were all filed with the same tone that was filled with runes that couldn’t be understand from the inside. I have unfortunately not been able to locate or get ahold of these books. But if we can find the library the book could be another item for us to research.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Sulian! And ahernan Roylan.” Directed at another. “You still wished to comment?” Ilira Ba’ikana - “Ti - I am ne a hundred percent sure if we speak of the same types of orbs, however I do know of an orb that may be related that could be studied. I do also believe I know of which tomes Roylan speaks of, and I know of two people that have been trying to study the tome to offer more answers.” Miven Caerme’onn - “If you speak of the orb that attacked Taevas, it is something different, unless you experienced another orb?” Miven Caerme’onn - “As for the tomes, it’d be great if you both share what you know at the end of the moot, maybe compile informationsssss and put it in a journal?” Otter - “Dunnae ief oi’m allowed ta speak er nae, bu’ief iets ta same tomes oi’m thinkin’ o’, oi’ve one ien me own possession. Ta writings are considered undescriphreable, I was visited t’is librareh meself w’ere oi graded iet.” Wynanya Melphestays “-The NGS is in possession of a similar tome, which they have believed inscribed with unseen runes that, as of two years’ past, they counne read, too. They may’ve made a breakthrough since.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Marayla brother otter! That be very helpful if you could share.” Ilra Ba’kana - “I suspected that may be the case- but I figured I should mention it just incase. I know of nothing of the tomes myself, apart from the fact that one was brought into my home in the hollow, and that they’re illegible. I also known of someone studying them trying to read them in order to better combat whatever is going on, though I had no idea it was related to the voidal tear, of course I an certainty reach out to them an compile a journal of what they know of so far.” Otter - “Ta Mother Circle worked on t’is issue some years ago - t’ey are confirmed t’at iets impossible after Sister Jackdaw nd Brother Bluejay both took ah crack at iet….Though perhaps, iet ies ah different book.” Miven Caerme’onn - “That’d be appreciated, aheran! Haelun, you had something to add?” Miven Caerme’onn - “Then we’ll move on to the next topic.” Tailesin - The lynx druid - “I did, yes. Down. If these books are voidal related. We could try and ask a trusted void mage to read it. Or two other options. Be it something who is…erh. Moonstruck? The idiots who drunk a lot of voidal horror blood. A seer might be able to read it since I know they have some weird abilities to see things, might be a include weird writing? Not sure though. Either way. One of those three might be able to read the book.” Wynannya Melphestaus - “If they’ve found someone to read the voidal tablet, it may apply to the same sort of read these books. Could write them quickly, to find out.” Meteor Druid Edrahil - “I wouldn’t get our hopes up about these books. Writing pertaining to the void has a history of being incomprehensible.” Miven Caerme’onn - “I’m ne sure what a seer is, but ti, if we have any iran with that ability those are great suggestions sister lynx.” Miven Caerme’onn - “I agree Wynanay. When we aren’t fighting, it’ll be good for those to keep busy studying the books either way. The Lynx druid - “Yup.” Miven Caerme’onn “Moving on! Since we’re coming close to how long we keep these moots, I’ll make sure to address this next bit as clearly as I can. We’ve both the dragonkin and then the darkspawn to look out for, as we always have. But more than ever should we continue to train, gather knowledge, smith gear, and be ready to fight. Our last few attacks have been successful.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Any who have information on these creatures, be sure to share them amongst your kin. Our librarian book lari Nalaya has been working hard keeping all our records, be sure to give her what you can as well.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Any pressing comments on necromancers, darkspawn, or dragonkin?” Scoria Memoras: - “I would like to get some input on the death pillar I found awhile back. I still am convinced that is is related to mystics or voidal mages, but haven’t been able to get it clarified.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Fee free to show or tell the Gladeguards or Father Dircle Drui what you knew about this pillar Scorai.” Miven Caerme’onn - “I think for now, since the blighted lands was our biggest topic, we’ll move on to nominations and wrap up the moot. Is everybody okay with that?” Evar’lae Amayhil - “Nominations?” Miven Caerme’onn “Nominations.” Evar’lae Amayhil - “Nomainations Indeed.” Lynx Druid - “I enjoy shorter moots.” Meteor Druid - “For what?” Lynx Druid - “I remember a six elven hour moot.” Fisculii - “Nominations.” Otter - “T’at was nae too long ago.” Scoria Memoras - “Perhaps that is so. Miven, can I borrow some of your time after this to explain what I saw to you?” Archeila Jupiter - “What are the..Nominations?” Miven Caerme’onn - “We’ve some Drui amongst our Circle who’eve been with us for awhile, and the Raitheans would like to nominate them for Guide. That means, they’d be teaching either dedicants, or Drui through the ways of the Father, keeping in mind our tradiations and preparing students for iminations trials to join the Father Circle once attuned.” Evar’lae Amayrill - “Ooooh.” Miven Caerme’onn - “With the completion of their Father Circle trials, we want to nominate Sister Snow, and Sister Lynx during this moot as guides of the Father Circle. Should they accept. Liri is ne here, but - We’ll vote for Liri and see if she accepts, but do you accept the nominations.” Evar’lae Amayrill - “Call me bias, but I accept.” The Lynx Druid - “Huh? Wha? Oh, I’m already an old person but…I suppose knowing how to teach youngin’s going by the Father Circle traditions would probably be useful. Sure…why not. Though this ain’t an invitation to pester me!” Valmuel - “Just bribe her with snacks if ya do pester her.” Otter - “OI get first dibs on pesterin’ Sister Lynx! Form ah line after meh.” The Lynx Druid - “Snacks don’t work on me, that’s a Liri Thing.” Evar’lae Amayril - “Oh wait, you mean does Lynx accept nominations? I thought you were asking if we were accepting her as a nominee.” Roylan Grant - “I certainly vote for them to be accepted as well, if it was not for Liri and Tailesin I would never of found this place and been among all of ya lovely people. Aye, it be a shame not to vote for them!” Yae’vel Caerme’onn - “I believe it may easier to see if any object. Speak now if ya object to the nomination.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Then lets start with Talesin, Sister Lynx. Ti or ne for her becoming a guide. Those who are Father Circle Drui, or Students of a Father Circle drui may vote now.” Evar’lae Amayril - “Wait what if I’m a student of Liri, who’s not a father circle guide? Do I abstain?” Miven Caerme’onn - “You abstain ti.” Gilliaen Caerme’onn - “Ti.” Evarlae Amayril - “What am I saying, I am a student of Liri, but do I abstain? Alrighty.” Meteor Druid Edrahil - “Ti for Me.” Brother Spore - “Ti, might as well.” Talim - “I vote for Ti, I have ne been here long, but they have been one of the most dependable Mali I have known.” Miven Caerme’onn - “Marayla! With majority vote, ahernal ito, Sister Lynx and Ahernan! Now for votes on Sister Snow, Liri. If she were to accept, to or net for guide.” The Lynx Druid - “Given she’s my wife, I think it would be heavy bias if I voted.” Evar’lae Amayril - “Still gotta abstain.” Meteor Druid Edrahil - “True, we don’t need a biased nae vote. Ti for me.” Eritrea Arvellon - “Aye!” Miven Caerme’onn - “Then let that end the votings! I’ll bring the news to Sister Snow. For any Father Circle Drui who’ve completed their trials interested in becoming a guide, we can discuss in the coming days what’s expected and bring it to a moot vote during out next moot.” Miven Caerme’onn - “That’ll be the end of the moot, Aspects guide you all, and ahernan for attending.” —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ To Summarise all that had been discussed for those that do not wish to read everything that had been discussed word by word, and simply skipped to the end of the tome like most commonly do. Writings shall be placed below to breach each subject broached and what they pertain to. Though for greater understanding please read the words captured in the pages before skipping through to the end of this book which you may have done here. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Summary Subject One: Discussion of the Voidal blight and what has been done, and future plans on the subject. Tying to an orb that was found and destroyed in the most recent ventures, with suggestions given by Fisculli to test it. Along with a book that was noted by Roylan Grant, The Otter Druid, Ilra Ba’kana, Wynanya Melphestays and several others that were discovered within the place. Discussions were had on what to do, and what research can be done. With brief mentions of the necromancers and potential, and very likely allegiances between them and the Frost witches of the north. Summary Subject Two: Darkspawn, Adrazi, and Necromancers. A bit scattered instead of located solely within the second subject, these sources of threats have been breached and mentioned multiple times within words. With warnings and reminders to stay armed, be prepared, and keep training so when we need to deal with them again we will be able to. Finally a mention from Scoria detailed a tower of a sort that they discovered but didn’t go into much detail. Summary Subject Three: Nominations for the Druid Lynx, and the Druid Snow to place them as guides and instructors within the circle was held. With resounding positive appeal for both individuals marking them as active teachers of Vale, should they so wish to take up the position. Tailesin had done so. Liri had not been at the moot at the time to accept. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This collective discussion of words has been scribed by Roylan Grant, Dedicant of the Wicker, Gladeguard of HALERIR'ELAME, Aspirant of Sirame and Ranger of the Wild lands. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Roylan gazed at his armours. The first set, chain, battered and broken helm that had yet to be melted down. The second. A armour forged from the hides of beast and monsters, glistening from the shine of treatment. The third armour, the old, still blood stained armour of a ranger with the hood drawn up. And then finally, the glistening shine of the new Halerir'elame plate. "Lets last together for a long, long time, partner."

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Cracks knuckles and flops back into his seat. "It was awesome getting that rework done so quickly with you guys again. Battle of the bards begins, once again!"

I am always up for new material lore that could add more creative fun through the community! Thank you for taking the effort to work and post it.

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I hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas and are stuffing their faces with delicious treats today. Have a good one!

Stranded By The Tides Journal Entry One If this was going to be a trial, I felt it needed to be a terrain I haven't been in for a long time to hold an experience in. So I could gain the experience and learn from it. After pondering for a time I recalled a place nestled within the sea, and the thought came to me. Why not take the time to experience what it’s like living out in the ocean? To learn of the life one holds when they are lost outside of their realm, and have time to adapt? It shall be an experience for certain! Though I admit I didn’t head out there empty handed, I brought my tools for crafts, to work on a project I had while out there. A bucket, for it is a precious item that is so very useful. Some flint and steel, and a fishing rod. Perhaps this is a little more prepared than I was meant to be for this trial, but as no limits had been set I felt some simple tools for this long month and something to work on while out here Finishing etching the first entry into his journal Roylan glanced around his surroundings. The splashing waves flowing against the sandy shore of the small island that he was sitting upon. The grassy patches behind him leading to towering spears of stone that made him curiously glance up to them. Pondering how the mountain could have naturally formed in such a way. “The wear of time from crashing waves?” He mused to himself, pondering for a moment under the blazing heat as the straw hat on his head kept the sun from burning ever so hotly against his skin. He reminded himself to thank Miven next time he saw them as he turned to his items, fetching the fishing rod and sending the fishing line out into the waters. “But first, breakfast!” Journey Entry Two An issue aroused my attention easily, something that I didn’t even need to worry about in the Rimveld, for there were always branches and twigs that had been pulled from trees by the snow storms that could be found and collected. And that was my ability to create a fire here. There is nothing that can be used to create a fire on this island, and I find that the sea water is undrinkable. Which means that my ability to gather water has also been crippled. Perhaps I can drink the blood from the fish if all else fails? Though I do not know if that would work. The fish at least I could eat raw, the scales collected, and the bones gathered for potential use. The rest I buried within the green patches of land to give nutrients to the plant life here. I need to think of a plan if I am going to survive here. The highlander felt the chill of danger of his choice as he gazed around the land around him. Realizing the sheer threat that a land like this could for the first time. His plans for creativity melted away and settled into a more hardened state of ‘Survival’ as his eyes swept over the surroundings around him. To the island that was his home for a month as his mind raced. What could he do for water? What could he do to survive? “What to do…what to do…” Journal Entry Four Eureka! I didn’t even know what that sound means, but it's how I’m feeling! My eyes. My eyes saw what I needed to see. Giving me inspiration. Sure, I have shredded up the cloth I wore, but that doesn’t matter! The fish. They held water. The eyes against my teeth. The spines cracked my jaws and slurped out. I can have water! A delirious fluck of emotions poured through his mind, poured through his heart and body as he laughed while almost manickly etching the words into the journal. Three days with no water, three days only eating soft white flesh of fish. Only to realize that he had missed a source of that was right before him! Journal Entry Five The previous two days have been..enlightening, though it’s good to have regained clarity instead of the crazed state I was slowly sinking deeper and deeper into. I can barely believe that one of the answers never crossed my mind, yet it was right in front of me. And here I had been creating bowls with the cloth of garb, the scales of the fish, and their bones. Scattering them around in hopes that they would collect rain should it come along with the bucket I had brought. Yet the rain has yet to come. Calmer now, I can plan ahead on this stranded island. The hunt for now shall guide me here. Roylan sat as his eyes glanced at the collection of bowls and buckets that glistened under the sun as they rested upon the stony walls of the spires around them. He had a plan in mind, he had water, enough to survive. “The hunt…I’m always guided back to the hunt aren't I?” With a calm mind he chuckled and picked up his rod, moving back to the waters edge as he let the hook fly out towards the waters. Journal Entry Eight Rain had come, increasing my supplies of water by quite a degree. Surprisingly the waves have washed to shore pieces of wood and shells that I can make use of out here, which I fashioned into a spear with the shell acting as the ‘piercing’ tip. Hunting fish has become easier now that I can venture into the waters myself to hunt. Though I did learn one thing while diving into the waters, blood attracts sharks. Not something I had known before one had taken a bite into my leg. More surprising was the fact that a single punch to the snout was enough to make the shark let go and flee into the waters. I’d have to guess that these predators are not used to having resistance in their hunts. Either that or their snout is a weak spot. A good thing to remember for future encounters, though there is no need to hunt such a large beast for a single man. It would be a waste and an act of greed. Though for now it's the shoreline while my leg recovers. With those words said the man winced for a moment, his eyes glancing down to his leg that was wrapped up in what remained of his cloth. Using it as a bandage to staunch the wound as he could still feel the sharp sting of the shredded shark teeth against his leg. The pain spiking as he attempted to move his leg and felt a tremble aching through it. “Well I ain’t gonna be working right for a while am I?” Using the spear he had created he stabbed the butt of it into the sands and hoisted himself back to his feet. Limping over to his bowls to collect his water for the day. Journal Entry Ten The sting on my leg has grown less, though I am still limping now. But with time on my hands I have started to take time in craft. The bowls I made to collect water have been improved, and added upon. Patterns of the rather enchanting luna sky and the glistening patterns of stars have been added to the bowls using scales, sand, shells and stone. Trying to keep the pattern of the skies that I have witnessed as they have changed captured upon the bowls during my stay here, while engraving the vision of the shark that had caught me within the water along the length of the spear I have been wielding. It brings a certain touch of comfort, and clarity to me to work on crafts like this nowadays. Etching experiences, feelings, and memories into place that will tell their own tale in time. The man wrote down, using the blood of the fish as ink upon the pages as he recalled the memories of his feelings through the act, through the creation and decorations he had placed upon the creations of his within this stranded island. Yet, he made sure it was only on the items themselves he had made. He never tried to score memories upon the stone mountain, to score the land with memories of his existence. Only letting his creative spirit move upon what he had made, and what he had brought with him. Journal Entry Fourteen With the hot blazing sun gazing down over the island, I have noticed that patches of grass seem to die out and dry under the heat, with new grass growing underneath it. Carefully, not wanting to take away too much that the grass in this island uses to fertilize itself, I’ve been collecting threads and pieces of the grass, gathering them up together. Creating a fire to sterilize the water allowed me to have a fresh drink and clean my leg, washing the healing wound and with what was left over of the threads, a protective covering to help shade from the burning sun. Which makes my stay here more comfortable, I will admit. With the ever present blaze of the blistering sun turning his skin red and building up an unwanted tan upon his body, he found himself relieved under the soothing shade he had managed to create after staying upon the island for half a month. His eyes sweep over the experience as his mind looks back, and reflects on what he had learnt here. The lessons that nature had gifted him, learning of survival, and yet still able to take in the beauty of the place and the nature that filled them. It was a surprisingly pleasant experience, that much he could admit despite the hardships. “I could have done without being bitten by a shark though..” He muses to himself. Journal Entry Seventeen A storm swept over the ocean and I experienced what it's like on this sole island within the middle of the sea when a storm hits. The waves that crashed against the island threatened to sweep everything away into the ocean rolling waves. With little in the way of options or shelter I grabbed what I could carry and put it on my body before climbing up the great spires, pulling myself up to the top of the rocky spires as the waves swept everything away below. Many of my bowls were carried away into the ocean, the boat I had arrived here having been swept away and carried off into the water. I was now fully stranded here until I managed to make some kind of craft to help me ferry myself along the waters. How long will it take for driftwood to be carried along the waters to the beach I wonder? Hiding within the tall pillars that rose up, he gazed down and watched the rolling waves that swept over the land, that crashed against the sandy shores and swept over the pillars that were below him. Washing through them and spilling out onto the other side. The glistening bowls he had carefully made started to be washed away, With only one resting with his bucket as he saw the waters of nature reclaiming everything in a simple action. His boat rose with the waters, with the storm, and pulled away into the distance as he watched on. Considering what he was going to add to his journal as he watched on through the dark skies, and the crackling flash of lighting sparking across it. Journal Entry Twenty The storm had finally passed and I have weathered the downpour, and the heavy crashing waves without being stolen away by the water. Though I can’t deny that I am exhausted right now after everything. I have barely slept as falling asleep risked falling from the stones into the sweeping waters below, where I doubt I would have been able to survive for long: Either swept across the rocks or drowned within the storm itself. It was a perilous few days, thankfully finding fish to eat and water was easy with the waters carrying them by. So I had no risk of threat from them. But right now, I need to rest. Before the weight on my shoulders drag me under. The shattered man etched the last words in with a trail off the end as he took a deep breath, now back upon the sandy shores as the glistening glow of the sun shined down upon him from above. With a single glance up he grasped the tattered shade protection he had made, now waterlogged and soaked, and carefully pulled it over himself as he fell into the sands in a dead faint. Journal Entry Twenty Two Refreshed, dry, and no longer feeling like the weight of the world was resting on my shoulders, I have begun to prepare for my departure from the island. Gathering what driftwood I could find and gathering the dried grass to turn into twine to bind the wood together. It's a slow progress, especially with me needing to rely on waves to bring the wood to me. But I am hoping that I will be ready for when the time comes. Though I might go over the time I had planned to spend on the island, there's nothing wrong with that. I will just need to be patient. With a relaxed mind he glanced over to the two pieces of driftwood he had managed to gather. The small bush of dried grass rested together before he reached out and grasped at the grass. Slowly starting to work the pieces together within his hand as he worked to create twine, rope. A simple binding that he would be able to use to collect the pieces together. Journal Entry Twenty Five There’s only been a single piece of driftwood that has arrived so far, so I am rather certain that I will go the planned time that I had set for myself. Thankfully with the storm having passed the sands of the beach had been littered with debris of many different kinds which kept me busy. From stones, metals, to shells and battered creatures that the waters had been unkind too. The flesh of the crabs, the meat of the fish, along with their eyes and shells were all gathered together for use. While the parts I didn’t use were added into the soil for the grassy patches of this small island to help the plants grow here. What might be even more surprising was the fact that nature didn’t seem affected by the storms at all that crashed through it, the grass still thriving without issue. They’re resilient, I'll give them that. Roylan glanced over to the debris that he had gathered together after cleaning the beach, not wanting it to pollute the sands and affect any life that travelled along the sands here like his beloved hermit crabs. Pondering for a moment what to do with it all. Especially not wanting to throw it back into the ocean. His eyes gazed upon them for a good long moment as his mind raced with possibilities. Journal Entry Twenty Seven I had a surprise visitor appearing at the island once more. It was a shark again, though this time they didn’t seem too interested in hunting me as we went through the waters together. Perhaps it was due to the fact that there was no blood in the waters? The shark just swam on, unphased by my presence within the waters. The dolphin that followed after however was quite persistent in spending time with me. So much so that I ended up riding the waters with them for a time before I found myself back on shore. It was a child-like experience I had not been expecting. Reminding me of youth with its almost innocent actions. As for all the debris I had gathered, I found a use for it. Combined the pieces together to form a monstrous, and rather ugly looking raft. One that truly shouldn’t exist, at least from view alone. It did however function by floating despite itself. Strangely this isn’t the first time I’ve made something combined with many different elements. Though I would say this is much uglier than my personal armour. He turned his head and looked upon the raft, the battered raft that was made of different pieces of wood tied together. The shells, the shrapnel, the general junk and floating pieces of cloth tied together into a hazardous and scarred raft that looked as though it had just come straight out of a nightmare. Yet. It was floating within water. It was functional. It filled the roll it was needed and the scrap and pieces were put to use, instead of made to waste. Journal Entry Thirty The final day of the trial, at least planned. I look back on this month where I have learnt the dangers of going out into the sea, and what you can do to survive within the dangerous nature of the sea when you don’t have the resources with you. I have created crafts to mark the memories of my time here, some which were lost by the waves, while others are still with me in the form of my shell spear with a shark engraved pattern, a single fish bowl with decorations of the moon in full lustre, and the raft. Crafted from debris that was scattered along the beach after the storm to make use of it while cleaning up the beach. I have learned how to survive while being stranded at sea, through a willing experience. Gained a new experience through a fault and danger I wasn’t aware of. And held some happy, innocent memories that brushed my mind. I look back to the island, and all marks that I was ever here now rest upon my raft, ready to leave with me. With his supplies, or what was left of them added into the raft, his eyes swept back over the island, seeing the glistening shine of the moon filling the air and peeking over the twin spears of the island he was resting on. A final scene, a final memory to fill his mind. With a push of the raft into the waters he climbed on and began on his way. Back to the land, back to the den he had been away from for so long.

The man rested back within the bed of the clinic, nursing broken ribs, sharp shrapnel piercing his flesh and burns scattered along his body as mechanical spiders crawled over his body, clicking, cutting, and threading wounds closed as he twitched in place before they injected something into him. Turning the firm expression on his face into a more lightened, and smiling gleam as he chuckled with a rushing flow of soothing energy. "Hahaha....who would of ever expected the darn fish to explode?"

Another dive into the depths of the twisted land with a even larger group than they had ventured in with last. Eyes scanning around their surroundings as the man took the role of a scout for this operation, for this piercing venture into the voidal wild. Attempts to set the land ablaze resulted in his eyes witnessing the very nature of the place melting before them like ice, or perhaps even paint! Utterly bizarre and perplexing. But proving that fire wasn't the answer that they desired to this place. And deeper within, while on watch with Taal and Evar'lae, they spotted the sight of something spherical within the skies moving slowly towards them after escaping the uneven, and loose ground that threatened to take their feet. "Seems there's some life, even if its twisted in this place.." He finally mused as they departed, tired, and worn by the very nature of the place.

Roylan stepped out of the grasping hold of the void land feeling the weakness that clung to him loosening its vile grip. Taking a deep breathe as he let the untainted and pure air fill his lungs as his eyes glanced to the land behind them. "Is this continues to spread...I ain't seeing us surviving long in such changed lands." ----------------------------------------------------- Beautiful art as always Carol! It really sets the scene.

Another interesting design for a tree. I do like how you describe more than just the wood itself in the details for this, detailing the sap and even the seed and their potential uses. Not leaving a single piece untouched! Even the leaves! Not a single part of a downed tree would be wasted with this set up.

Username: RoyalPeasantThe Jar you want: Magic JarCharacter's Name: Roylan GrantChar's Race: HighlanderFront & Back images of the skin: Linked through discord.

He gazes at the whispering sound of voices coming from a single plant and slowly looks around. "Am I dreaming or did I stumble upon a fairy ring like me ma warned me not to do as a babe?" The very confused highlander voiced aloud. Questioning his sanity.

Looking over this and reading through bit by bit, I have been filled with a growing view that has filled my mind. Of a paladin. The kind from a fairy-tale, who does acts of good for they ARE good. To protect and aid people for that is their purpose. And to fight the true evils of the world. Of kind hearted men and woman who do what they can to aid everyone in need and spread good to the world. I hope it stays to that image if it gets accepted, some truly good paladins trying to protect all would be wonderful to see. And we don't get anyone trying to go 'vengeful reaper of god' with it.