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This is an important guide, I hope players take the time to actually read this.

Redlines should detail limitations of lore. I don't think you should put half the relevant lore in the redlines. The creation ritual for this piece is incredibly dull and boring. It'd probably be beneficial to include sections on physiology and behaviour rather than it being haphazardly hidden across creation, hatching and awakening. Take a good look at this recent lore submission by the player Spindle.

Tribute. Slaves. Sacrifice. Strength. A withdrawn Uruk laments the forgotten.

A brother of honour bristled with rage. None but the apostate Uruk disrespects the legacy of the very Ancestors they claim to hallow. A handful of missives were soon defaced with white ochre-paint.

shartings ur comments are aids to read btw

I would like to see lore include aliases, especially with more uncommon pieces. I don't like that every character refers to naztherak as naztherak, instead of infernal sorcery, hel magic, demon-casting, or something that doesn't feel scientifically accurate. The common name implies common understanding of things that shouldn't be so casual. I dread to see every character know this as kani

The corpse remains unattended in the impoverished Molehill district, Providence. Unbeknownst to all but their captor, the requestor were immured to the torturous prison that is Hel; thus, to be seen unfaithful by the bounty's claimant. @A Friend

[!] Parchments within Providence & Celianor read: WANTED DEAD FOR THE CRIMES OF BANDITRY; INDECENCY; ARCANE ASSAULT; ROBBERY. MALI'AHERAL; 6'; BLONDE HAIR (NECK-LENGTH); BURN DAMAGE (NECK & FACE); METALLIC LIMB (LEFT ARM); IRIS - DULL GREEN; ATTIRE - BLACK COAT. OFTEN WITNESSED IN CITY OF CELIANOR; PRESUMED RESIDENT OF CITY OF HAELUN'OR. WARNING: ABYSSAL SORCERER REWARD: UPON PROVISION OF CORPSE, OR METALLIC LIMB, THEE SHALL BE PROVIDED FIVE-HUNDRED MINA AND ADDITIONAL REWARD (UNDISCLOSED). TO CONTACT: WITHIN THE BEAK OF A CROW'S CORPSE, IN THE MOLEHILL DISTRICT, CITY OF PROVIDENCE, PROVIDE PREFERRED LOCATION OF BOUNTY COLLECTION. [[Contact on forums if required]]

its always ooc community leader = irp character leader i dont like it

The Friar knows the virtue of purity.

A lone orc beneath the same stark moonlight, in those bitter winds, ruminated upon his faith. The uruk subscribed to no belief but his own; his conviction rooted deep in the Immortal Spirits whose domain drew as far as the natural, material and abstract realms. Nevertheless, no doubt nor disbelief were given to the merits of his brothers' beliefs- The Blood Faith, or The Great Ancestors. It was The Blood Faith's maxim that he considered; “Grizh tu flow… Grizh tu peep…” He could assign no coincidence to the advent of the Haruspex practice and the interpretation of The Blood Faith. Grizh must flow, for the Haruspex to show; Grizh will be seen, for the blind to see. Haruspex; the practice of the Prophet, who shall deliver to all the incontrovertible recognition of the Great Spirits. The young Uruk were no Prophet; this were not his duty. The zealous brother were a champion of the Spirits; his duty were to ensure the Prophets' duty; to protect and amplify the realm of the Spirit. ((Great writing, love to see this kind of Spirit rp))

BLOOD OFFERING The wroth Uruk stood among the carnage of bloodlust. Thick, red blood painted the forest’s verdant grass and spattered the great oaks. Carcasses littered the clearing. The doe, the hog, the wolf and the bear. All were blood spilt fresh. The decapitated head of the bear were donned by the Uruk that stood before the blazing pyre. Beneath the pale moonlight, to the crack and pop of wood and coal, he danced to the rhythm of incanting cries. He bellowed invitations to the Spirits. Wooden instruments beat a profound song, calling upon ancestral kin. Amidst the song and dance that appraised the Spirits, the Uruk heaved fistfuls of some strange cap, some fungi found deep in the forest’s recesses. By one he made sacrifice. To Leyd he burnt the bear, for the blood invites indomitable strength. For his people, he cried out a prayer, calling for the blessing of force and vigour. He howled and screeched to the skies and spilt his blood with a crude knife. To Freygoth, he sacrificed the doe, for the flesh offers surfeit. He invoked the forest mother and called for bounty and fertility. In the esoteric cries and strange dance, he pledged guard to her domain, and made promise to serve the woodland against misguided kin. To Kotrestruu, he offered the wolf, whose spirit is of the pack. He called upon history and asked to the flames a blessing of remembrance. His kin should recall their past tribulations. Many times before they'd been pawns in the contest of Spirits, victim to the deceit of wicked spirits. He prayed that his brothers may remember their history, so they need not make the same mistakes. In the dark of night, between twisting trees that surrounded the clearing, the Uruk saw obscured faces, glowing eyes, darting forms. In the bright and vigorous flame, he had almost seen the faint guise of a black eye, watching. He saw some many presences have come to his calling that dare not reveal themselves. Till the sun rose, he danced his strange dance, and sung the songs of Spirits. Dawn broke with modest light, as the pyre dulled. Small flames danced as the Uruk did, and one sacrifice remained, its blood dried crimson. “Spirit of Judgement.” He cried out, emboldened by the rising sun, “Spirit of Truth. Spirit of Fear. Spirit of Knowledge.” The Uruk dare not invoke it’s name, yet in great risk called the Spirit for this show. He danced until the flames were mere embers and threw the hog sacrifice on the pile of coals and bones. This body did not burn, for there were no flames, but sizzled lightly on the hot remains. “Latz misguide mi people,” he screamed “Latz fuul mi bruddahs, agh lead dem againzt dah Spiritz, dah way, dah forezt.” He spat upon the hog. “Latz dealz am devlizh, latz promizez am falze, latz truth am liez.” The bloody uruk vowed against the dark spirit and left the carcass in the clearing; to become rotten, and reclaimed by nature.