LastFallenAngel

House Calataurë The Lightwoods Have you ever wanted to play a goofy wood elf? Well if you think dragons and sun based cultures are cool and generally wish to try something new upon the next map we are actively cooking up the silly wood elven (Culturally they call themselves sun elves) family. You might have seen the peeking of my silly elf around the current map mostly just wondering... Currently our lore is still half-baked half WIP and we are actively discussing which path to go with certain things.. what is currently set in stone is shared in the docs document underneath here (It will be compiled into hopefully a family/culture page once we're done... This document however does not include their language! such is kept in the master document for the family members only for the sole reason of allowing people to learn it IRP rather than just... pulling up our culture and half metagaming it to understand! [Current Lore] https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SDuCMuxpgsXXdLIIirRGYfiq4INsUWwOXpcNKPQgBeg/edit?usp=sharing Now what are we looking for? Currently we have Solana (My goofy bean) Who is the current family head, I have another player planning to play an Elder upon the new map and another that's floating about whether they will be a sibling or such is unclear! Key note is we all elves.. (wood elves) unless you are adopted into the family (which I would prefer to avoid!) being an elder does not mean you aren't by blood in the family simply might be an older cousin or such! all this could be discussed so if you got a cool idea and such reach out and we will see if it fits with the rest of us and such! We would be looking for people willing to join the family and that matched the same vibe as the already members we have so if you are interested I urge you to either reach out here in the thread.. or to me on Discord: LastFallenAngel. Or if you see me peeking my head by on the main server.

The Death Of A Dying Star [OOC notes at the bottom] _______________________________________________________________ As the dusk settled over the small farmhouse the sounds of the river running within the quiet night could be heard. The light flickering from the officeroom of the tower.. the old obelisk dormant and unused the crystal cracked and broken taken much use over the years.. the structures half activated within the chambers and halls. However inside the office room a woman wrote letters.. her gaze older then usual.. the walls covered in scratch marks and things had been broken seemingly years ago.. Her glaze quietly linked on the sealed letters within her hand as she finished one last line before turning to the cage of ravens. Her hand reached for one as she tied the first letter, then the next, and the next, until all was sent out. As the sun finally disappeared over the mountain the woman quietly left the tower.. a trail of something behind her.. dirt? no blood? who knew.. the woman’s claws was out within the dim light her eyes glancing around.. the monster itself had taken its final battle.. The fields lied barren and unkept.. the grass overgrown.. The woman quietly tracked down the familiar path as a bloodied handprint was left upon the wall.. she glanced to the crypt as her footsteps disappeared down its many stairs. Looking around the hall of the dead.. the fallen.. the people she had given her life to and they had given their life for her something inside of her cracked.. a flame that once was going bright had dimmed and now died.. the names of past loved ones lingering on the tombs.. the old stone speaking a sorrow only she could understand.. her steps quietly went down the hall her eyes landing upon the statue of an older woman a human one would say.. a half elf was the truth through. her eyes shifted to the letter resting under the statue.. a faint sigh.. “And so the journey ends for me too..” The woman said with a faint dry laughter.. her bloodied hand moved to grab the old sealed letter as she lifted it up to her eyes as she skimmed the front “I think the confession is better left to the dust, you mattered more then most living people ever did to this old soul.. I wish i would see you in the life beyond, but sadly that is not the path i am traveling.. May the 7 hells spare your soul..” Her eyes shifted to the statue behind her.. the old human noble a faint chuckle “And you? If i am so lucky to meet you in the realms above, my you forgive me for my crimes old friend.. you always had blind faith in me, and i admired that.. a faint light to keep this soul on the path that mattered..” She kept walking.. her eyes looking at the names engraved in the stone at the end of the hall her clawed hands resting upon them “Freya? Oh foolish you were.. Faith?.. May the old forest be your sanctuary for the rest of your life..” More names left the womans mouth as she sat there.. seemingly making her goodbyes to the dead.. As she slowly got up her eyes lingered to the edge of the room for but a moment before she left back up.. as she left the crypt the moon had fully settled upon the skies shining dimly.. her eyes glanced to the farm house a faint whisper “Im sorry i left you, im sorry i wasnt the woman you thought i do be.. You changed yourself too.. and that i guess is what broke me.. I thought i finally found an anchor to the humanity left within this cursed body, but the world had already turned dark and gray..” She glanced up to the skies her claws dripping with blood “May the office work to the south please you old love, you will not like the sight you return to here.. nothing left.. the beast gone wild.. the monster free.. and centuries of shame and pain.. Im sorry..” The woman stated before she glanced across the buildings.. the bloody handprints left on the edges.. the clawmarks everywhere.. the old worn wood.. the stone foundation having seen better care.. the field withered and dead.. and pond gone quiet from life and with that.. a sword pulled and thrusted into the ground.. the pommel of a wolf shining in the dark.. the mask left upon the hilt.. as the woman.. or monster.. be it how you described her.. left down to the river her footsteps slower.. weaker.. the woman glanced back up one last time.. before eventually collapsing into the waters as the river took the body away.. __________________________________ Letters to different players. Please do not metagame this information! To Mya To Tomes To Mika To Kirki To Therin, /King/ of Petra To Nyx Letters to Luna’s kids wont be shared here as it will be shared with the future players that are gonna play them in private to help develop the character in discussion on how their path have gone to the point of now. _________________________________________________ It has generally have been a blast to play Lunaris over the past long while, in my 3-4+ years on LOTC she truely been one of my most well written and worked out characters. I truely enjoyed the road to here but as all good stories they must end someday. I quit almost half a year back and has been on and off the past 1-2 months without really getting into rp. Part of me think i kept coming back for closure about this characther right here as she has grown with me as much as she has grown by herself. This is likely also where i say my goodbyes to this map as a player for the most part. I might spectate from the discord shadows or ocassionally swing by with one of my many other souls. Through I doubt i will get active again till the next map! Truthfully i would had loved to write many more letters even to the people she had left behind in the past as I think that would really be something she would do in her final moments to make up and say her own sorrys sadly If i wanted to do that i could be here all day writing. If you ever interacted with Luna through and want to know what she would had send your character if anything at all throw a dm my way and i will write it out! WHEN the next map arrives i will be back playing one of Lunaris kids and hope some of the friends i made along the way will join me on that if they plan to start over with a new character or such, my dms are open to plot future family stuff atleast! I also wanna say a huge thanks to everyone that i interacted with on Lunaris and all her other fake names. It was fun and she really been a character i didnt expect to live this long. Special thanks to people like Pearl, Myr, Muckel and Sphinx for letting me into their circle back then! without them she would never really had became what she did! maybe she would been better or worse? who knows but i love the ending she got here. I had been debating how to let her go and i think the most Luna way really was /the world wont claim me i will pick my own time/ by letting herself finally bleed out and fall into the river and letting her body be taken away. Once more thank you all for a wonderful run on this character! I loved Celianor despite its chaos and thanks Tremerus for the time in petra i had despite it being slightly short! I hope i will crosspaths with petra again in the future on luna's kid but time will show

A Farewell For now. I guess not many within the community has gotten to know me as I tended to stay near my own small groups here and there. However I felt like finally speaking up... I been on this server for 3+ years which is insane when you start to realize how little I actually have had time to play. Within the past long year I started getting active and it was quite the experience, I been here I been there. Seen that tried that. This server by far got a lot more to offer and I would love to explore it within the future, however as it seems for now my time, attention, and focus haven't been able to reach this. Theres still so much this world has to offer and ideas i still wish to work out try out, concepts, mechanics, lore i wish i had the patience to write and submit however bad or good it might had been. I would love to finish my path of trying to get my wood elf to become a druid truely one of my more interesting ideas, the magic is a little hard to understand at first but it seem and have sounded interesting all the time i explored it in character. Then there's my mage? A half baked potato when she first ever was created. A character that has grown with me along my time here what she started as is not what she truly is now, a piece of art in a sense? I would love to explore more magic on her, make her drop magic to pick up others and so on, i spent the past year diving a lot within the void and exploring it and its limits, maybe its time i took her to another path when i return or find the time. Sadly life have taken the upper hand once more and a roleplay burn out too. Over the past 2-3 months people might realized I have been little to not active at all (at least the groups I normally stick in has) And truth is, I'm burnt out, I'm exhausted. I have been roleplaying for as long as I can remember back, been through multiple servers seen some die some dies. Built my own nations own communities, hell I even carried an entire lore team on a past server ontop of being the lead mod, It drains you and I never really took the time to just step back and take a break. When a server died? I jumped straight to the next. When my original circle moved? We moved together. Nowadays when I moved here it was just me, the rest had moved on to other matters. I myself haven't taken a break from roleplay for as long as i can remember it been a constant for my entire time within this style of community, so Its about time i took that break, rather it will be for a month or a year, or maybe I never truly come back, I cant tell i wont know. What does this mean for the people i roleplay with? The ones connected to my characters? The houses i rent and their story? Well.. as this arent a /I quit/ more a /I need a break/ Style of post and just wishing to get away and get some air and explore other areas. This means that I'm still about! Should you want to roleplay? Well feel free to reach out to me ask me Im always about and willing to jump on for some planned family roleplay or such, family events poping up? throw it my direction i will see how i feel just don't expect me to show everytime. In other words, you want me involved? Reach out to me, as for what my characters and such would be doing? I will leave a list here underneath with a few views onto them, allow you to get a view. Please remember anyone that arent mentioned do not know this info so DO NOT METAGAME it I would hate to return to a metagamed mess.. this is also part of the reason why i take this break. The insane amounts of metagaming that been going about and has in the past. The times it affected my darkspawn characters and so on is crazy. Character Updates Lunaris Darkwood Avaline Riverfall Irena Leena With all this being said... Goodbye for now! Im not quitting I'm taking a break for god knows how long.. I will be about should you wish to reach out and plan roleplay. Else till nexttime, or when our roads might cross again Hope this alteast explains and gives people clarity should i fully disappear over the next few months.

The woman glanced slightly as she sighed.. the north.. a bunch of old morons.. there's nothing there but the cold and creatures of old.. a faint sigh as she adjusted the red cloak "Atleast be wise and bring the dragon mages or the void that controls the flames.." She scuffed as a cracked halo of black Mana appeared above her head before the master mage disappeared though a rift. "May the winds be forgiving and may you realize the north will come.. the dead will raise.. you can but only delay the never ending cold.. fouls.. but I must admire the courage.."

I didnt get to rp with you much! Through was great to see you about perhaps we will meet again ! :] Irena will miss her first guardian figure LMAO! Take care and hope to interact more whenever you return on a new character :D

Darkwood stared it as she scuffed this had taken way too long. "You were warned about them a while back.. but once more onky take action once others are at threat? Kidnapped is a new one.. perhaps I should mentioned threatening of a guard and this would had been sped up.." She just quietly sighed turning away from the massive disappointed "I will watch this pan out till I eventually settle my dagger into them"

Why not just do the silvery like ST metal?

Avaline slumped down in the small, overgrown garden, her breath escaping in a long, hollow sigh. Her fingers traced the splint on her right wrist, the roughness of the wood and bandages a bitter reminder of her fragility and clumsiness. A dry, joyless chuckle left her lips. “Just watch where you’re going... get new eyes... medical treatments, they said. As if any of that could fix it,” she muttered to herself, her hand tightening around her wrist, only to wince at the sharp sting of pain. She swallowed the urge to scream, but the need clawed at her throat. Instead, she gazed blankly into the abyss that stretched before her—the same unending darkness that had swallowed her life decades ago. Her eyes, though useless, searched as if hoping for some faint glimmer. Nothing. Only the shadows that had become her home, her prison. "I don’t want new eyes. I don’t need treatments. I don’t need replacements,” she whispered, bitterness seeping into her voice. “A scar is all I have. A reminder of everything I’ve lost—every mistake I’ve made, every betrayal. Friends…” Her voice trailed off, heavy with the weight of memories she could no longer bear. With a groan, she forced herself up, her cane slipping from her lap and clattering to the ground. She didn’t even flinch, didn’t bother to reach for it. What was the point? She stood there, motionless, her tired eyes hidden beneath the faded scarf that covered the deep, cruel scar etched across her face. “But I need help,” she admitted, her voice cracking. “I need someone... something... I don’t ask for much. Hell, I’ve never asked for anything. I hardly deserve it. But if there’s anything left out there—anything at all—I’m begging for it now.” Her lips trembled, dry, cracked, and broken like her spirit was years ago. “I shunned help before, pushed it away, but I can’t anymore... I’m tired. I can’t keep doing this alone.” Her chest tightened, a scream bubbling beneath the surface, but she swallowed it down again, unwilling to wake the man inside the house. He didn't need to hear her cries, her helplessness. She slowly nudged her cane with her foot, the clumsy motion a reflection of her weariness. "I’m begging,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "Just... something... someone..." Finally, she found her cane and leaned heavily on it, the weight of her body and soul resting against its cold surface. With a shaking hand, she pulled the scarf away from her face, revealing the deep, jagged scar that crossed her eyes and nose, cutting her in half. “If this isn’t enough,” she murmured, her voice a hollow echo, “if all this suffering still isn’t enough... then I don’t know what will be. I don’t know what more I can give. What more do they want.” Her voice cracked, but no tears came. She had none left to shed.

my brain just went /common horn colors/ black and grey I could likely see /any/ working too as long as its not neon colors x-x

You sure? Through wont the horns be of skin in this case? That be stuck to the same as your skin color? (I might actually be totally stupid and have used the past 5 hours on this LMAO)

[Alchemy] [Tawkins: Dragon Mutation] This is a lore piece based around Tawkins mutations and is a mutation submission to the already-made lore. Description/Information An individual may be granted a mutation that grants them horns akin to that of dragons. Those horns often go straight and may only curve slightly back. The horns themselves are made up of a nerve-like structure with blood veins running through them. This also means if you were to cut off such a horn it does bleed, but also be extremely painful as its quite sensitive. After the horn is cut off it will slowly regrow over the course of multiple OOC days (4). The horns can grow no longer than 24cm. The horns would come in a range from Grey - Black all depending on the dye used within the potion. It's worth noting that those horns are not really suited for efficient combat due to their sensitive nature and them overall being able to be cut off with one or 2 good swings akin to other creatures' horns. This mutation also grants the used reptile-like pupils similar to that of a snake or serpent making their eyes look more narrow and akin to that of a dragon. If applied to the eyes instead Process of applying : Smere it over your head in the place you want the horns to grow, they will grow up to ((24 or so CM long)) Depending on the amount applied. At first, hurting while the Horns break thru skin, but then easing as the horns grow unobstructed. Tier / level: Like all other mutations this is restricted to the feat and is free for all to use within the feats and mutations redlines RECIPE BASE: Recipient’s Blood Fire | Any [x2] Mundane | Impedimenta [1] Mundane | Connection [1] Mundane | Life [x3] Mundane | Growth [x2] Dye | Gray-black [25ml] Red lines The horns will not grant any combat advantages unless both parties agree. The horns are only able to be concealed by a hat or simliar items. Any alchemical attempt to hide them will fail. The horns only come In shades of Grey and black The horns can be no longer than 24cm and will regrow for 4 OOC days if broken off. The reptile pupils can not be altered any anyways shape or form and is a /tell/ for this mutation. You can still alter your eye color with other means but the pupil are to remain. This mutation counts as a lesser mutation however is quite painful This mutation requires OOC consent Overall this is almost purely aesthetical and a way to create horns and reptile-like pupils onto people who might wish for such Purpose This lore serves as a way for people interested to give their characters horns and reptile-like eyes through alchemy without going down a path that doesn't quite fit with their views this could be warlocks, curse child, or other of the horned CA's and what not. This is an alternative route around to get horns and purely those on top of reptile-like eyes. This lore once more is purely aesthetical. Reference Lore