Behindbush

If you could go back and remain in one of LotC versions/maps, which would it be and why? Also when will you play Seth's atronach?

Omg Hi Onion! My dwarf bumped on you on a mining expedition some time ago. Good to see another fresh RP'er and Minecrafter at the same time - I was starting from the same spot!:) Can't wait to see you thrive

"Feels just loike the old times. . ." Ragram beamed a grin at the missive that he encountered while leaving Urguan grounds. He took off for a few paces before adding to himself: "And actually the name was Dralvon, but t'at will work too"

After precisely adjusting the placement of the final planter box within the newly furnished dwelling, Valahtos settled down, as if she were an overworked housewife. She took a missive into her dark, bandaged hands and rapidly scanned its contents. Though she was no High Elf, she registered a cold satisfaction from having acquired the paper from her Master in his absence. @Samler "I was there!" Her statement echoed off the stone walls of the chamber.

OOC MC Name: Behindbush Discord: behindbush_ Timezone: CET, Europe -- IN-CHARACTER -- What is your name? Ragram Emberhall Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? Having been a scholar at heart for roughly one hundred and fifty years, I seek membership to connect with likeminded individuals and continue my learning. Specifically, I wish to learn the arts of Transfiguration and Animii to benefit my ongoing craft. What arts, if any, do you currently practice? I am a practitioner of Fire Evocation, Alchemy, and Smithing. I currently maintain an active role in teaching others across all three of these mastered sectors. What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? Adeptus Majoris When should you be contacted for an interview? Anytime possible, contact me through any means

A certain sand atronach nodded at the missive, glancing toward her master @Samler "You were right, creator, humans are indeed mentally challenged." Shortly after, the atronach tore the missive from the board and ripped it in half.

A veiled figure hidden behind a crimson horned mask stood within the herd of undead flesh and fragile animated bones, pointing leisurely with the tip of his sword towards the unlucky living party. A raspy voice exuded shortly after from within its darkened frame. "Purge them." And the flock listened.

The assault ceased and the ocean currents grew more peaceful with each sway of the ship. The Sand Atronach's core pulsed with viridian glow repeatedly, as golden strands of mana followed a stranger figure, taking the arcane sphere to their hideout for reawakening. . .

Valahtos rested upon the back of her steed, the words of the missive whispering in her mind as her golden eyes fixed on the dark, endless horizon of the loud desert before her. It was calling, the shifting sands yearned for help, the element most tied to her arcane figure. Something was coming. And this time, she would not leave the rest of the continent to fend for itself. The construct urged the horse forward, the sands swirling in her wake as she sped toward Silver City. "There is no time, I must alarm the others"

Welcome! As most of my time on LoTC was spent in Urguan - I'm ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED to see dweds getting more and more new players as of late - Urguan is a great nation to start up your journey :) Here you have some phenomenal resources that can come in handy; I keep those bookmarked all the time since I was fairly new to the server: All the implemented lore in one place All the commands/plugins Looking forward to meeting you in game!

After reading this paragraph, the sand atronach glared towards a certain elf who may, or may not have been responsible of such unfavorable turn of events. "Young Master. . ."

How did you come up with Leomonte persona? As I believe it was your first - so a very fresh and exotic take on a human, without prior hands-on knowledge of lore and server vibez, congratz.

Yoo you go girl, Really like the idea of such multiple-slotted MA to have distinct "specializations" to tweak it further for your very character. I guess I've arrived late to see the previous formatting, but I have no issue with reading it rn +1

OOC ((MC Name: Behindbush )) ((Discord: behindbush_ )) ((Timezone: CET/CEST )) IN-CHARACTER What is your name? Freia Giuseppina O'Hara Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? I seek the membership as the world is full of dangers that cannot always be faced with simple, mundane methods. Darkspawn lurk, devouring and destroying, and the power of magic is essential in combating them. Beyond healing, my interest lies in acquiring knowledge to protect myself and others from threats both mundane and magical. The Guild offers the opportunity to expand my understanding of the arcane and acquire the tools necessary to maintain balance, aiding my family endeavors in The Auric Order What arts, if any, do you currently practice? I am proficient in the art of mundane medicine, primarily focused on providing aid to those in need through traditional means - herbs, salves, and first aid. However I am not well versed in the arcane arts of any means. What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? Practicus, naturally. When should you be contacted for an interview? The doors to my aviary are always open.

Freia O'Hara glanced at the missive, while enjoying her first cigarette of the day. "Oh, it was during that time when the other mentally challenged Farfolk guard wanted to take me on a date... then nearly jumped off the roof... Hmmmh" She mused, saying that as if it were absolutely trivial "Alba really is a mess"

Howdy folks Already found! Thanks everyone:) I WAS HIRED

Ragram bobbed his head in gratitude to the figure that handed him the missive. The red coated dwed signed it with his name, placing a thumb next to his name afterwards, as his clan insignia was etched onto the paper.

Ragram puffed on his pipe, legs propped up on the desk, a mocking grin spread across his face as he read the grumpy old treant's ramblings "You told them off good" he chuckled to himself.

Ragram stared into the sky as the cold night approached. A flock of peculiar ravens closed onto his position, as he handed them a few parchments to deliver. "Ye know w'at te do, little ones" he exclaimed as they flew away to the south, carrying rushed messages

"S'UT YER MOUT'. OI'M WORKIN' 'ERE" Ragram bursted out as a strange noise reverberated through the walls of his hold, yet unbeknown of it's author. @Mestvin

Under the cover of night, the lights in Castle Emberhall extinguished, leaving only a red glow with flickers of purple mana seeping through the windows and cracks in the walls. The echoing sound of a hammer rang out, while fiery smoke billowed from within. Work was in full swing, and a lone figure could be seen through the windows, gathering books from the shelves. "The time has come" Ragram muttered, fully aware of what was approaching.

The Removal of Zahir Irongrinder and Hefrumm's Stance on Refugees We extend our gratitude to the Grand Kingdom for the removal of the Lord Justiciar Zahir Irongrinder, whose actions proved biased and harmful to the peace between the mountain and forest kin. His dismissal marks a rightful step toward restoring trust among the sons and daughters of Urguan, particularly the forest folk of Hefrumm. ———————————— We acknowledge the Kingdom’s clarification of its intent, and Hefrumm has already ceased any engagement with foreign mercenaries, recognizing the miscommunication stirred by the former Justiciar's inflammatory tactics. Yet, the Crown must understand that the negotiation with the halfling refugees is a matter that resides solely within the jurisdiction of Hefrumm, as enshrined in our Constitution and under the authority of Article VIII. The lands in question—our hills and plains—are the rightful domain of the forest dwarves, guaranteed by the Constitution signed by Grand King Jorvin Starbreaker. The Crown of Urguan is reminded that compensation or negotiation over the use of these lands must be addressed directly with Hefrumm, in respect of our rights and sovereignty. Regarding Alaric Grimgold: The turmoil and division recently faced by our realm stemmed directly from the irresponsible conduct of the former Justiciar. As stated in the official missive, it was his reckless maneuvers that nearly threw the lands of Urguan into civil war. Alaric Grimgold, whatever his grievances, holds no sway over the governance of Hefrumm, as our laws forbid any such influence from those beyond the forest clans. We therefore reject the notion that Hefrumm acted under his hand. Moreover, we find it perplexing that a Crown, whose own Justiciar was disgraced and cast aside for his treachery, now seeks to impose judgment upon us. It is not for a Crown so recently deceived by its own officers to demand the lives of our kin. We will not partake in the act of kinslaying to satisfy the whims of a distant throne. The Brathmordakin forbid such vile deeds, and we stand firm in our devotion to their laws. Alaric will be granted refuge, should he seek it, within the borders of Hefrumm. He shall not tread upon the halls of Urguan, but any aggression against him—any attempt at kinslaying—will be met with the full wrath of the forest folk. Let this serve as a warning: Hefrumm will not tolerate the blood of its kin being spilled. As the Brathmordakin teach, all dwarves should abhor the sin of kinslaying, and we expect the Crown of Urguan to remember the sacredness of this law. In conclusion, Hefrumm calls for peace, but peace cannot be upheld through coercion and unjust demands. We remain steadfast in our rights and our loyalty to the realm, but let it be known that our kin will not bend to demands that seek to undermine the forest folk’s sovereignty. Signatories: High Chief Dralvon of the Clan Blackroot Primarch Ragram of the Clan Emberhall

Ragram read the letter with the two attached sources as he was smoking on his pipe, damn those halflings got him addicted "Hmmmhh" he hummed "Oi see naet'in en common between t'ese two sources... We certainleh got detectives en t'a Kengdom t'at came down to suc' conclusion en suc' ah s'ort toime... per'aps t'ats some magic t'at Oi still need te uncover..." he stared heavily at the two attached sources, noticing that there was nothing in common, only a semblence of the possible necromancer's skygod's aesthetic touch; "How could a kinslayed Thorim make it apparent that both of those parchments originate of the same author, when he's... dead?" the dwed thought, seeing nothing but plain text on the missives, as he ventured into his dreamless slumber, throwing away the otherworldly accusations

Ragram snapped his fingers as the multiple parchments on the gates went ablaze, leaving only embers in it's wake "T'is tincan can actually write a decent message, eh? Nae matter, 'is beverages were belowe averageh anyway" mused the dwed, as he went on his way