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Favorite Soris/Grace interactions? Just in general.

can i join mod team with a ban on my record? 😁

You're not allowed to be upset about things. You are not allowed to have an opinion on things. You are not allowed to criticize groups or staff teams. You are not allowed to be happy. Full stop. Now log back in and get back to doing those mining runs and that witch trial rp. Try otherwise and I swear to GOD we'll find a reason to raid you until you submit. 😈😈😈😈😈😈

"This one is righteous. Yet I do not know what he calls for.." The High Elf, one of many whom had quickly evacuated stated upon reading the letter that had quite easily found itself in his clutches. A faint, azure shadow followed in his grasp of the letter, as well as the folding of it and setting it neatly away, rather than the usual casting of it into flames. "Though may he gather those of the blade an expedite our wait." "He will come to realize soon enough, that the only battle is with patience." A hand wafts up, that same azure shadow following as he gestures to his very close friend nearby, offering her the letter.@WizardWhisper"Within time, they will eat themselves as they have before. 'Tis a cycle for our safety net. Once it is safe, we will come together once again. - In the mean time, let us search more on what AEVOS has to offer rather than petty squabbles between the descendants. - That is what you like, no?"

"Flash-flooding on a mountain...?" A look of confusion crossed a countenance. "The city could be drained and what little dents be rebuilt in less than a month.." So stated an Elf upon hearing news of the recent destruction, visions of a similar past washing over him. A small snort was held from the man as he shook his head. "Such little damage and yet still they'd follow their false prophet.. It makes no sense for we to grace them with our presence any longer. We are still Haelun'or, despite their most threatening wishes." A flick of a wrist was had, a small translucent shadow following after his action as he looked at those nearby that had easily escaped elsewhere to bypass whatever treachery the humans sent their way due to warnings of a few whom had escaped the entourage of diplomats they had slaughtered without proper political etiquette. The High Elf, true to his own kin, yet still followed Larihei's teachings, taking a lesson from history that rebuilding, despite great efforts, can occur. "One might think them Urukhim, parading around as humans.. With all of Iblees' curses, violence was not meant to be theirs.."

Re-implement settlements. Regardless of 'politics' and 'wars' and 'conquest' and countless other arguments. At the end of the day, it is a roleplay server, that, yes, is to tell a story, but also it is meant to be enjoyable, and with some of the systems implemented; is impossible. I can often see how being strong-armed to be apart of a group that does not align or mesh well with viewpoints IC OR OOC can be seen as problematic. Yet player count trumps literally everything and can seem detrimental, especially when it is conquest for a large group that likely does not care for the community they are 'conquering' at all. It's either land grabs or ploys to disband communities, personal experience leads me to believe that assimilation never really happens. There should be space for player communities both small and large. If I'm going to be honest, the fantastical air the server used to hold for me kind of just doesn't work for me anymore with the state of what nations exist and/or are left. "Unique cultures" that are left have more blurred or vague things than ever. Elf nations feel like human nations with pointed ears, human nations are medieval peasant to lord larp cultures. Orcs atleast have their whole clan, klomp thing & shamanism. Dwarves are like, uh, venture capitalists or something. We're focused on conflict, but we're also not really focused on server cohesion. Virtual gangs formed via staff, and the same goes for most things around war in character. It's all kind of feels like a glorified factions server. BUT, that's just my two nickles, since pennies are no longer made. Nations are whatever, people who have them pay upkeep and the cost to form, especially when tile upkeep prevents nations (mostly) from expanding across the entirety of the map. It all sounds fine to me. Those that exist can easily afford it. And those that want to make a nation have a hoop to jump through. I see no issues there. Yeah, the signature thing is an issue, but what do we even constitute as active, two hours a week? Just make at least 2/3'ds of those signed be keeping up a certain amount of activity time per week for however long and then who cares afterwards?? The big thing is unique groups that actually DO things different from other groups that currently exist, and do it well. If every nation is a turkey roast with only a slightly different blend of seasoning, at the end of the day.. People are still going to get tired of turkey...

“Hrm. The brainwashed will not take kindly to this…” His words were followed -tardily- by the faint, meek murmur of his afterimage, the soul-lag dragging a few seconds behind as it mimicked his posture: boots kicked upon the table, arms folding in cynical ease. The flickering image of himself only did well to further define the bitterness that curled within his lips. “They may try again, of course. They typically do. But I’ve found our kind to be maddeningly resilient... like a cockroach that refuses to die, no matter how many times someone tries to crush it.” His azure hues flicked toward the Mali’aheral that did well to brood in the corner, occupied with their taxidermy, likely to be hanging such upon the temporary wall, waving the missive in her direction @WizardWhisper- only for the translucent shade of himself, which was also that darker hue of blue in color, to repeat the same motion shortly after, hollow and delayed. “Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya… though it is not the course I would have taken for this..” He raised a wooden cup brimming with a murky brownish-greenish liquid - tea, of a sort. The ghostly, dark blue afterimage of his hand lifted its own phantom cup a heartbeat later, the cruel mirroring reminding him, as always, of exactly the sacrifice he had made oh-so long ago. Simply for the survival of his people, only to be reduced to this. The bitter Mali'aheral turned his eyes down upon the cobbled floor that was sought to only be temporary to their marble floors that they were graced with not so long ago. "Asul linte karinah'ento..." That same cup was placed down, the haunting of himself followed shortly after as he gathered his coat and threw it around his form, "Until then. We've our own survival to worry about, be it through manipulation or otherwise..”

One Mali'aheral, that knew better than to adhere to any demands or call to trial from Oren, glanced over the paper that was delivered unto him and neatly folded it. His hues lit up with a droopy, azure color, and after a moment a slight shade appeared, a rip in the fabric of reality. And just within it, did he place the letter away for safe keeping. Still alive, persevering, awaiting for his time to walk about a marble city once more.