Traveller

[!] The esteemed brother to the now-armless and illiterate merchant Boon, Bane, begins writing a wicked letter of complaint toward the Thorn of a White Rose newspaper on his brother's behalf! Penned and issued by Bane on the 4th of Owyn's Light, 1953 Dear Penner of the Rose, Madame Thorn, I am writing on behalf of my brother Boon, listening to his pained words and cries carefully. The matter of fact in this letter is that you did not mention him and subsequently our business or the tragedy that struck him a few moons ago during the trial of Richard of Stassion. This is a great disaster to Aaun, our customers, yourself and your newspaper. As an upstanding citizen of Aaun (who has always paid his own and other's taxes out of sheer generosity), he believes, and I believe, his now lack of arm should have at least received ONE sentence of mention. He is a beloved figure within the Kingdom, and when he was being taken captive, screams of his name, of worry, were echoing throughout the hall. Rescue missions and teams immediately scrambled in their dozens to save him. You are underappreciating the work he has done for this nation and making the event seem like a non-issue. Therefore, you are slandering our business and damaging our reputation. Might I let you know, personally, as his brother, this is me speaking now, he is STRUGGLING to knit, as he has one arm, this is on top of us jointly mourning for our recent lost friends in the Aaunite nobility, and yet you add on to our GRIEF. That means our wares are on a delay and are struggling to reach the hands of our beloved visitors, which means their beloved gold in their nice purses are struggling to get into our hands. If any poor quality garb or product gets out to the citizens of Aaun, this is blood on YOUR hands. You are single-handedly crashing the Kingdom of Aaun's economy. In conclusion, we as a international conglomerate are DISSAPPOINTED and Boon is ANGRY. As an apology from your silly little paper, we have some demands. It should be publicly known that those that assisted Boon received lifetime loyalty cards to Boon & Bane's, which included, His Majesty John of Aaun, as we are loyal subjects, and he even saved Boon FOUR slices of pie, which is FOUR more than you have given him. We would be delighted to be interviewed by your paper for your next issue, please contact us. If you do not do this... there WILL be issues. But unfortunately, no, I will not enjoy your next issues, because frankly you are a prick, a thorn in MY side. Yours most angrily, Co-Owner, Co-Founder, Proprietor, CEO, Possessor, Lease-Holder, Landlord, Keeper, Chancellor, Esteemed, Lord, Logistics-Master, Accountant, Architect, Designer, Quartermaster, Chutney-Taster, Lawyer, Dish-washer, Administrator of Boon & Bane's Ltd. and Boon's Brother, Bane

Krzysztof sat in his room. The boy fletching his own arrows, reading a draft of the invitation as it sat on the ground next to him whilst he chuckled. "Only five?"

uhm yeah mr green I found a bug, when I open this UI it is an “item editing” plug-in and not cooking menu?

hey bro you forgot to include siliti in the genus list haha!!! +1 DOWN WITH ENSORCELLMENTS

Boon & Bane, illustrious, world-famous mercantile entrepreneurs with multiple locations both collectively say: "What the ****?"

There was one sight he mulled over and over. Fire. Why? He couldn't quite remember. It was definitely the last thing he saw before he ended up here. The aged man swung his head, left and right. He looked up and down the tranquil beach he sat. Iridescent sands, accompanied by the choir of ethereal waves. The sight made him happy. It made him feel accomplished, a perpetual sense of contentment pumped through his veins, yet, he felt like something was missing. Something he could not quite push a finger onto. Time forever flowed here, like the shimmering tides which he watched. Vague memories, vague figures darting at the corners of his vision, seemingly disappearing just before he could recognise them from his past. The sun always bore itself to the beach, lulling the landscape alongside it. The distant mountains and fields felt ever so far away for the man. It occasionally caught his eyes, blinding him for a swift second. This time, however, caused a change in the scene. When his vision returned to him, he noticed something. A shape. It was a ship. His ship from his youth, on the horizon! What little strength he had thrusted himself up, as he frantically began to wave his arms to signal the ship. Dozens of minutes passed, and the ship did not change it's course. Disappointment rushed his brow-line. It continued, passing the beach upon which the man sat. He watched it sail for what felt like hours. Perhaps it was simply a new addition to his immortal painting, created by whatever higher power had placed him there. Another glint, and his vision lost. The tapestry had changed. Fire. The wicked smell of burnt timber filled the air quickly, and the amazing sky tarnished with grey. His ship alight, the only recognisable object in his life dwindling away in front of him. He wept, cupping his features. Why didn't he understand it? It made no sense. What felt like hours passed, what brilliant torture had been inflicted upon the lone man. All he could do was stare and remain helpless, unmoving from his seating upon the sand. He didn't want to look at it anymore, and so fell to his back. Through the smoke-filled sky, he noticed something above. A new glint, not like others before. Not the sun. It pushed it's way through the crowd, and revealed itself. A circular speck of white, a dim glow surrounding it. The sky was not smoke, but the sun had fallen for the first time in eons. The only light that remained was the flickers of orange on the beach, flaming debris washing up beside the man. A revelation. He remembered something. A name. His name. Ainsley.

very very cool lore piece, i am very appreciative of the inclusion of other magicks and not just naz/necros, which not a lot of lorepieces do. promising people things and making them sign contracts sound like insanely fun rp!!

"Nuh-uh." Stated Ardromiath.

hello all! i recorded this meeting as sort of a last second idea so excuse the fuckery. starting 10 seconds or so is cut off (forgot to press record), ending 2 minutes or so is cut off due to internet cutting, this is for people who couldn't make it (shoutout my fellow europeans, i have work tommorow) i will try to timestamp it in the YT description some other time, but there are visuals so you should find your question/be able to skip through rather easily i'll also try to do this for all future community meetings (with better production quality hopefully) if nothing official is set in place by staff cheers for meeting and thorough answers, enjoyed it! @squakhawk@itdontmatta@HogoBojo@The60th

what's your favourite piece of lore (shelved or live) that you think is incredibly underrated? favourite dragon in lore?

A Horned Inquisitor awoke, a bead of steaming sweat trickling down the length of of his scales. He brought his body upright, contorting his eyes into a squint. "Frost Witches..." The beast snarled.

Bane, the infamous, illustrious, prospering merchant scratched his head. The soles of his feet just lightly touching a thin layer of water upon his shop's floor. "Does this mean I ain't gotta pay taxes?"

Bane squints hard as he chews on a piece of wheat whilst standing ominously on the road, a tumbleweed blowing past his feet.

i dont own a discord but what happens if they do not follow these guidelines, it's not like you can enforce discord

Ardromiath read over the imposing missive. "We are determined to cleanse our territories of all Xionists, Vampiric folk, Ice People, Undead and Darkspawn..." He repeated from the page, before tapping his draconic horns. "I'm glad that doesn't apply to me!"

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good faith rper? ss to ct, keep your stuff i don't want it bad faith rper? whiner? ooc complain about rp? d20 pls