Traveller

Krzysztof was delivered the missive in his brief absence from his home. The red-headed man bounced his eyes from word to word, silently nodding. His bottom lip quivered, before his features froze up, and he released a deep sigh. "Tak! I will do my best, Tata.." He exclaimed out loud, much to the confusion and dismay of the courier.

'I burned the book...' by Dohaabbou ( https://www.deviantart.com/dohaabbou/art/I-burned-the-book-946109318 ) [!] A bundle of seared notes was released into air inside the capital cities of Human realms across the continent. They split and land upon the cobbles, at the feet of various passer-bys, their edges smouldering. Dear Horen's beloved Children, Do you feel it? The beating heart, newly pulsing. A rejuvenation, a clearance in mind from past transgressions and views: this is a message to those who are afraid. Those who hover their palm above the fire, afraid to lower it. You are afraid of prejudice from your fellow countrymen, yet are intrigued by the wings of the Great Titan shadowing your buildings and your crops. Hearken to mine words and understand them; the Apotheosis of my Father comes soon. Asioth moves quickly, and yet you still seat yourself in the dark. To be tempered in flame is the only way to not be left when the world is reborn anew. Do you feel it? A new heartbeat, one that pulses within us all. Join this feeling in it's new purpose. Free from discrimination, free from prejudice. Encouraging discovery, knowledge and power within yourself. I await you in fields of ash. [!] Upon the viewer reaching the end of the missive, the scorches at the edges of the paper would seemingly be refuelled, collapsing the page in your hands to nought but ash and soot.

mfs complain about self insert rpers then self insert themselves hating gays into minecraft xddd

The Inquisitor, Ardromiath, clambered atop the Red Mountain, holding a mahogany stick between wicked claws. "Hark, Aevos!" He exclaimed outwards, his stave rose, draconic figurehead looking toward the continent. "Stagnation comes to a halt! Hearken for the crackle of fire, the ever-burning flame encroaching upon you. Accept it's clutch, set foot in our halls." Small clouds of ash burst upwards as the staff was driven into the rock below. "Those who stray in ordered darkness are those who suffer most from the light of flame."

Bane, founder and co-proprietor of the illustrious Boon & Bane's read the missive, dragging his eyes along the page as he carefully read it out to his brother. "I didn't know we're bloody sponsorin' events now! Bloody hell, we're just that big ain't we?"

looks very powergamey 'dude how are you slicing through my armour every swing' 'i feel ur weakspot bro im a corc' needs a redline to fix it and clarify what is actually noticeable via these 'sensations' or just remove mention of finding weakspots in opponents armour cool flavour lore. (maybe unintentionally?) ties into siliti lore, reminds me of illia's bloodline and it's dowsing ability

Bane flexed his nostrils, taking in the wondrous smell of the newly opened establishment. "Smells like home."

why would u mention this guy he's a loser rper?????? jokes aside it's true tho half of u mfers dress like ur the next dc villain i think aurum testing is good for server like most ppl here, but i also think it's silly how much it gets abused most people dont even know about the (semi-recent) updated redlines where aurum testing pin pricks doesnt do anything there should be some sort of limitation to cringe salt rp though. //pulls salt out of ass//

"Can we get some big woods in place of them nasty huts? Will expand the local bird-life me thinks..." Bane, illustrious merchant of locally famous and internationally infamous Boon & Bane's LTD. notes to himself as he reads the missive.

APPLICATION FOR INTERVIEW FULL NAME: Bane AGE: Middle-aged PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Chased off chickens once. METHOD OF CONTACT: DISCORD: niyukii IGN: Traveller

see you later matt Ty for being first person I spoke to and bringing me back to freimark o7

hey jade!! didn't realise you were back, so wb :D nobody escapes lotc's grasp.

Bane put the quill down, picked up the trusty broom and sighed, for he was destined to an evening full of cleaning chicken droppings.