Bird5k

@Kaii @AmericanSniper52 @𐰑𐰆𐰺𐰆 @Zanael Moonstrider @Me_llamo... @ValleyOfLavender You lot have known and stuck with me the longest, we've had our fair share of fun and frustrating moments, laughs and disagreements. But I'll not replace those good and bad times with anything, I appreciate you guys more than words can express. To The Adiler Playerbase: I appreciate every single one of you, this playerbase has been through more bad times than good but yet you all stayed and continued to help with keeping the name alive, as the founder of the Adilers I thank you all. To The Ones That Have Left The Server: I won't ping you guys but you know who you are, I miss you lot and treasurer the moments we had together during your time on the server. Specific Appreciations: @HogoBojo thank you for accepting me onto CT, I will never forget my time on the team or the Mina you still owe me. @Smol thank you for guiding me throughout my time on CT and getting me involved with your crazy ideas, for once here is a cookie for you 🍪 @Pancho we haven't know each other on a friendship level for long, but man it has been a pleasure, you've helped me with both LOTC and IRL matters and for all of it I deeply thank you. @Boknice275 We've known each other for a good long while and share many amazing RP moments together, some of them being the best RP I have had on the server still to this day, I appreciate you for all those moments and hopefully future ones. If I missed anyone, then shout at me in dms.

Brother Xavier glanced up at the skies above Ivoria, squinting at it in suspicion, he heard news of the duel but what caught his attention the most was the mention of St. Raguel. He offered up a prayer for Ser Vincenzo, having faith that GODs will be done... However the duel and it's outcome was not his main priority, Xavier kept his gaze on the sky as he stated "I hope I have finally found you, pretender" he spat the last word. @Werew0lf

+1 Very nice rewrite.

The letter was sent to Xavier Adiler. At first, he expected it to be another call for aid or an order for potions. Unfortunately, it was not so. The elf read the short note several times, as though willing for the words to change. But the ink remained steadfast, unyielding. The bitter realisation settled heavily in his heart Another daughter lost With a heavy heart, he made his way up Lemon Hill, each step felt heavier than the last as he approached the temple. When he reached the sacred fires, Xavier fell to his knees, weeping. No prayer came to his lips. What could he possibly say in such a moment? "Rae, I am so sorry" Why those words escaped him, even Xavier could not explain. Perhaps it was guilt - guilt that he could never provide a home untouched by flames, or a life of peace and joy for his family, as he had once sworn. All the former Prince of Aen'Aeloria knew was that the weight of his failures - of his people, of his family - would forever rest on his shoulders.

[MC Name: Bird5k ] Name: Azra Kaeronin Vote 1: Wynn Elaneh'leh Vote 2: Wynn Elaneh'leh

[Art By @Yliada On Deviant Art] ☽◯☾ The Creation Of Oti At the beginning of time, after the creation of all, there were the first three Gods of Rah’mun history, the first being Ka’tau, the Mother and Creator of All, the second being the firstborn of Ka’tau, Ra’tuhmet, the Bringer of the Sun, and the third being Kalthet, the slayer of isfet. Ka’tau breathed life into the void and shaped the heavens with her own essence. She represented both the beginning and the end, the giver of light and the bearer of shadows, nurturing the land in both chaos and order. Ra’tuhmet, her eldest, was a radiant force whose domain was the fierce, burning sun. He blazed across the skies, illuminating the land below with his brilliance; Under his radiance, life flourished, but his relentless heat also brought destruction. His piercing gaze was often too intense for even the strongest creatures to endure. While Ra’tuhmet promoted growth, his searing light could just as easily lead to ruin. Recognising the imbalance in her son’s creation, Ka’tau understood that the land needed more than just the harsh blaze of the sun. From the cool glow of stardust and the gentle currents of moonlight, she conceived a second child to balance Ra’tuhmet’s fiery presence. This child, named Oti, drew his essence from the softer light of the heavens. Titled “the Lord of Eternal Moonlight”, Oti was born beneath the gentle arch of Ka’tau’s hands, his first breath igniting the soothing glow of the moon. Unlike Ra’tuhmet, Oti’s light did not burn; it embraced. His silver glow brought calmness to the land, signifying a time for peace, reflection, and rest. His presence marked the passage of time, with his phases reflecting the cycle of life itself—from waxing birth to waning death, only to rise anew. As Oti matured, he became the Pathfinder in the Dark, the Clarifier, and the Beacon of Truth Amid Night. While his elder brother's domain offered clarity through force, Oti’s truth emerged from a subtler understanding, guiding souls through their inner darkness. His light shone upon mysteries not by overwhelming them, but by revealing the answers hidden within the shadows. Under Oti's glow, the land found rejuvenation and wisdom, for he dispelled both physical darkness and the obscurity clouding minds and spirits. Together, Ra’tuhmet and Oti formed the eternal balance of Ka’tau, the Sun and the Moon, day and night. Where Ra’tuhmet scorched, Oti soothed. Where Ra’tuhmet propelled the land forward with fire, Oti drew it back with calm reflection. In harmony, they ensured that the land was neither consumed by endless light nor swallowed by eternal darkness. ☽◯☾ The Priesthood Of Oti The creation of Lord Oti’s priesthood arose not from grandeur, but from necessity. Long after the Lord of Eternal Moonlight had embraced his role as the guardian of the night, the Rah’mun people began to realise the profound need for his presence beyond the celestial order. While Ra’tuhmet’s fiery priests ensured that the light of the sun was honoured, it was the mysteries of the night—the quiet, unseen dangers, and the unknown—that required a devoted watchful eye. Thus, Oti’s priesthood was established. Over the centuries, the responsibilities of Oti’s priesthood expanded, and they became the sacred guardians of the night, tasked with maintaining the delicate balance that Oti represented. Their roles encompassed both spiritual and practical duties: Protectors of the Night The priests of Oti were primarily protectors, called upon to guard against the unseen dangers that lurk in darkness. They were trained to understand the creatures of the night, sense disturbances in the natural order, and drive away evils that prey upon the vulnerable during Oti’s time. This often involved the use of protective wards, chants, and sacred rituals designed to dispel dark forces—whether malevolent spirits, curses, or creatures. Healers of the Mind and Spirit Oti’s priests specialised in healing the mind and spirit. They were often summoned to assist those suffering from nightmares, madness, or anxieties that arose with the setting sun. With the soothing power of the moon and the clarity Oti provided, these priests could dispel fears, bring rest, and restore balance to troubled souls. Their presence was frequently sought in times of grief, loss, and emotional turmoil. Keepers of the Tides and Cycles Oti’s association with time and cycles extended into the mortal realm. His priests were responsible for marking the phases of the moon, the ebb and flow of the tides, and the passing of seasons. They recorded the passage of time and were often consulted for their understanding of natural cycles. Farmers, sailors, and scholars alike would seek guidance from the priests on when to plant when to set sail, or when important events should take place, all based on the wisdom gleaned from Oti’s patterns. Guides of the Lost The priests of Oti were often referred to as “Pathfinders,” not only because of their ability to find physical paths in the dark but also because of their role in helping others navigate spiritual and emotional journeys. They were called upon to provide counsel for those who felt lost in life—those confused by complex problems, difficult decisions, or troubled by mysteries too deep to unravel. The priests acted as mediators, bringing clarity and light to even the most intricate issues. ☽◯☾ The Eternal Eclipse All peace is eventually threatened by chaos, even among the gods. As the centuries passed, Oti began to notice the disparity in the worship he received compared to that of his older brother, Ra’tuhmet. While both gods were revered by the Rah’mun people, Ra’tuhmet’s temples were grander, his celebrations more joyous, and his name more often praised. Daylight was seen as essential; under its warmth, life thrived. In contrast, Oti’s night was quiet, his light soothing but often overshadowed by the brilliance of his brother's sun. The Rah’mun people did not celebrate the night in the same way; Oti’s offerings were fewer, and his praise softer. What began as a quiet observation festered into jealousy. Feeling increasingly overlooked, Oti began to question why his domain always seemed secondary to his brother’s. The night was equally important to the cycle of life, providing rest and rejuvenation, yet it never received the same adoration. This imbalance weighed heavily on Oti’s spirit, transforming his contentment into envy. He felt his role deserved more recognition and respect. Over time, this desire for equality twisted into something darker—a longing not just for balance but for dominance. As Oti’s resentment deepened, so did his ambition. He convinced himself that if the sun were blotted out, the land would have to rely on the night and his moonlight to survive. The Rah’mun people would have no choice but to worship him, and his power would finally overshadow Ra’tuhmet’s. Thus, Oti devised a plan: he would cast an eternal eclipse, plunging the land into everlasting night. The moon would block the sun indefinitely, and with Ra’tuhmet’s light extinguished, Oti would rule supreme. Using his dominion over the night, Oti called upon the deepest shadows and ancient mysteries hidden in the farthest reaches of the cosmos, preparing to bring the moon into permanent alignment with the sun. On the day of the celestial conjunction, when the moon and sun drew closest in their orbits, Oti enacted his plan. The sky darkened as the moon moved to cover the sun, and soon an unnatural twilight spread across the land. The Rah’mun people, terrified and confused, watched as day turned to night, and a cold stillness settled over the land. With the sun's warmth fading and the land plunged into darkness, Oti believed his victory was at hand. Ra’tuhmet’s once-powerful light was now obscured, and the Rah’mun people had nowhere to turn but to the moon. However, Oti’s triumph was short-lived. Ka’tau sensed the disruption in the heavens. She had watched her son’s growing jealousy with sorrow, hoping Oti would realise the value of his role and maintain the balance. But now, with the land in jeopardy, she could no longer remain silent. Ka’tau descended from her domain and confronted Oti, intervening before he could complete his plot and extinguish the sun entirely. In her infinite wisdom, Ka’tau understood that Oti’s desire for recognition had driven him to act out of envy instead of love for his domain. He sought to control the land, not through the natural cycles she had created, but by imposing his will and disrupting the balance. With a heavy heart, Ka’tau revoked the eclipse, restoring the sun’s light and breaking the authority Oti had usurped. The moon retreated from its place before the sun, and Ra’tuhmet’s radiance returned, bright and full. Ka’tau, disappointed, could not let Oti’s actions go unpunished. His betrayal of the natural order could not be ignored. In her judgement, she stripped Oti of his godhood, sealing him away in his domain. His name would no longer be spoken in reverence but would instead be associated with fear. The Rah’mun people would remember his attempt to bring about eternal night, and the rare occurrence of an eclipse would be seen as a bad omen—a reminder of his failed rebellion. Oti’s punishment was severe. He was cast out, no longer counted among the gods, his power diminished, and his light was perceived as a threat rather than a comfort. His priesthood scattered, and the few who remained loyal to him were viewed with suspicion and dread. Oti’s once-revered moonlight, which had brought peace and clarity, now served as a warning of the dangers of unchecked ambition and he became a tale passed down through the ages to teach the Rah’mun people the perils of envy and the consequences of seeking power without balance. The eternal eclipse he had sought would never come to pass, but the memory of his ambition would linger forever, a dark shadow cast over his once-bright legacy. ☽◯☾ The Return Of Oti Time moved on, and with it, the memory of Oti, the fallen god of moonlight, faded into obscurity. His once-glorious priesthood crumbled into dust, and the balance between day and night, which had once defined the order of Ka’tau, shifted entirely in favour of Ra’tuhmet. The people basked in the warmth of daylight, while the night, once a sacred time for reflection and wisdom, became something to be feared. Darkness no longer offered the comfort of Oti’s quiet protection; instead, it was seen as an empty void. Pharaoh Atemu’ta, a ruler both wise and devout, knew of Oti’s exile and downfall. He had studied the old stories, tracing the moment when the god was cast out of the heavens. He believed the Rah’mun people had suffered in subtle yet profound ways due to Oti’s absence. The peace of the night was replaced by unease, and the natural rhythm of life felt incomplete. The pharaoh understood that if harmony were to be restored to the land, the Lord of Eternal Moonlight must return. Determined, Pharaoh Atemu’ta set out to uncover any remaining remnants of Oti’s priesthood. The search was long, and many believed it would yield nothing. Oti’s name was scarcely spoken anymore, and those who had once followed him had long since disappeared. However, Atemu’ta’s persistence led him to find a lone man. The elder was aged, his face lined with years of wisdom and sorrow. His eyes, clouded with blindness, spoke of a long-lost sight. When Atemu’ta questioned the old man about his condition, the elder explained with quiet certainty that his blindness was not a burden but a gift. It allowed him to see beyond the physical world and into the realm of Lord Oti. With Oti’s downfall, the few who had remained loyal to him were required to give up a sense or function of their body as a sacrifice to maintain a connection to the outcasted god. This, the elder said, was their punishment for following a banished deity, yet it also served as a testament to their devotion. By surrendering a part of themselves, they demonstrated their undying loyalty to Oti, even as the rest of the Rah’mun people turned their backs on him. Though the elder was wise and deeply attuned to the moon god’s will, he refused Pharaoh Atemu’ta’s offer to restore Oti’s priesthood. He spoke of destiny, explaining that it was not his place to rebuild what had been lost. Instead, he foretold that a much younger man, one bearing qualities similar to Oti himself, would rise to fulfil that role. The elder assured Atemu’ta that this man would find his way to him when the time was right. However, the elder also delivered a warning: the next high priest of Lord Oti would be so deeply connected to the god in every aspect that he would embody both the good and darker parts of Oti’s nature. The pharaoh would need to ensure that history did not repeat itself, as Oti’s fall had stemmed from unchecked ambition and jealousy, qualities that could once again lead to disaster if left unchecked. With a heavy heart, Atemu’ta left the elder, burdened by both hope and caution. He understood the gravity of what lay ahead—the restoration of Oti’s priesthood could bring balance to the night and restore the peace once found under the moon’s glow. Yet, it also held the potential for great danger if not handled wisely. As the moon rose that night, brighter than it had been in many years, Atemu’ta gazed upon it, resolved to navigate the path ahead and return Lord Oti to his rightful place in Rah’mun culture. He knew that restoring the god’s glory was not just an act of devotion but a delicate task requiring vigilance, lest the land once again fall into the shadows of a broken god’s ambition.

[!] [This missive was sent out across Aevos in hopes of reaching those it addresses.] To the Aelorian people, For a near century, we have sought to settle upon a land, to find a place we may call our own. Yet after countless attempts ending in failure, I find myself asking: Are we even destined for this? My recent silence has been a result of this very question. In my reflection, I have taken a step back, humbled myself, and listened to those who truly rule us—the Stars. In doing so, I have learned the truth and seen what has blinded us. We have allowed the tainted Stars of Merikh to fester before our eyes! We are Aelorians, devoted followers of the Andrian stars—the blessed Star-Touched children. Our attempts to settle were never our current destined path. We have ignored the Stars' authority, instead seeking to live like common descendants. But we were instead meant to inhabit the land wherever our journey takes us, scattered like the stars in the sky, spreading their guiding light. The land dries, withers, is torn by war, and tainted—it is never constant. It always shifts. Is this the Way of the Stars? No. The Stars are constant and unchanging, and so too should we be. Our culture, our identity as a people, will never change. We are meant to remain as we are, walking vessels of their light, not driven by pride, it is not time for us to settle on a feeble thing such as land for we have a greater purpose and we should obey this. So quiet yourselves, listen to the Stars, and find your starlit path. Follow it. The Council of Torin shall remain, and those who serve in their positions will set out to fulfil their duties wherever the Stars guide them. The Headmaster of the Academy shall uphold their oath, spreading knowledge as guided by the Stars of Ismene. The Grand Commander shall uphold their oath, fighting for righteousness as guided by the Stars of Ahren. The Grand Physician shall uphold their oath, showing kindness as guided by the Stars of Kain. The Elder of the Temple shall uphold their oath, continuing to teach the will of the Stars and helping guide others to their light. The Prince of Aen’Aeloria shall uphold their oath, continuing to lead the Aelorian people as guided by the Stars of Torin, and as your Prince, I will not abandon my duties, I shall remain until the Stars judge otherwise. For those who wish to seek an audience with me, send me a letter. I will be honored to set aside time for those that want it. Let it be known that the everlasting will of the Stars shall endure, and we shall endure with it. To those who believed they could extinguish our light, you are fools. Xavier Adiler, Patriarch Of House Adiler, Prince Of Aen’Aeloria

Xavier Adiler obtained a copy of the missive. He had already heard about the battle from his teacher, Ser Philip, but reviewing the details once more made the elf smile and excited him for the next battle. He folded and pocketed the missive before finding the old Holy Knight to nag him, "Ser, please take me with you next time. I want to get a swing in!"

News of this did reach a certain Rah'mun elf that has been missing for quite some time, how the news reached him, one can only wonder. However, Kyro felt a sense of pride in his people's work in the swamps and expected it to continue.

[!] [This missive was spread across the realms of Canondom] The Investigation On The Alleged “Aengul Of Justice,” St. Raguel. I, Xavier Adiler, was tasked by Ser Philip the Righteous to uncover the truth about the false Aengul, Raguel, and the corruption he is spreading in our world, to provide further proof to the warnings mentioned in the Book of Auspice. I have begun gathering statements from various individuals that provide evidence proving this so-called 'Aengul' is not who he claims to be. If anyone has additional information or can testify as a witness to the truth, I ask that you write me a detailed letter so that I may include it in this investigation. [!] [Written notes are attached to the missive] From Cerrick The Lion: From Sigrun Stonehammer: It is highly unlikely that an Aengul would descend from their realm for mortal affairs. With Azdromoth having ascended and begun his mission to kill every Aengul-Daemon, any Aengul who leaves their realm becomes vulnerable to him. From Obok Metaldrinks: Raguel is an imposter. He was seen around the merchant state of Kaethul when it still stood, and they even erected a statue of him. I’ve spoken to him myself. There was also an incident where someone touched Raguel's wings—and they were incinerated for it.

Xavier Adiler received the letter bearing the Roa seal on it, however, it remained closed, the elf being stubborn in his sourness towards Gregorious which extended to his whole House. The words of the old Roa echoed in his mind and instantly sparked anger in his heart "You are like your father" Xavier did not know Greg, he didn't bother to learn anything beyond the past of the man knowing his father, and he had the urge to toss the letter into the fire, but... his curiosity couldn't help but wonder what words were written if it was excuses or more slander. "Fine, let's see what you have to say- I will amuse you one last time" and so, the Adiler picked up the letter and broke the seal...