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Titus was sat opposite of the crown prince, slowly sliding a whetstone down the edge of a great battleaxe. His head lifted to listen to his brother speak, and allowed a silence to befall the two of them as he collected his thoughts. He stood straight, carrying said weapon along with him. Black metal sabatons clanked against the stone floor as he walked to stand alongside Marcus. "It is time." He repeated, his gaze too following his brother's out the window of stained glass. He looked down to the battleaxe he held in his hand. An axe that he had comissioned from the Dwedmar so long ago. When he first recieved it he was too small to even lift it off the ground. Now he was a man, and this creation of Gotrek's own hammer would draw its first blood in the fires of war, and against its very own makers. "Through this great contest we are soon to endure, we will bring the light of the Empire to all corners of this continent and beyond." Titus finally reached down to place his blacksteel greathelm over his head, and stood with his brother to ponder what the coming years would face them with in these times of fire and ash.

✠ Titus read over the missive whilst he sat at camp on patrol, deep within the woods of the East. The prince had known Tiberias his entire life, even if that life he held was still yet so young. To him, even as a small boy his grandfather seemed a titanic figure, towering head and shoulder above all creatures of the Earth. And even still as a young man, he had taken life and spilled his first blood in his name, and in defence of his empire. He had only ever knew one master of Mankind, and his name was Tiberias. Now, it was his father whom even the world itself would seem to bow to, except for time. Time it seemed, was the undoing of all things. As Titus approached his sixteenth nameday, the world would seek to test him, too. The trials ahead would be difficult, and they would test every belief and tennant he held dear. But Titus knew no fear. For it was Tiberias who imparted unto him perhaps the most valuble lesson the boy had ever been given. The words rang out in his ears from a decade past, reaching all the way from Kalldur. He spoke them aloud, softly: "As stubborn as a bull, and as bold as a dragon." Titus gently folded the missive into the space behind his chestplate, and made to re-seat his horse. With swiftness and determination, he would beat against the wind with purpose and conviction. To never flinch in the face of his eventual undoing, and to make of this life a quest to leave the world better than he had come into it. For his father, for his elder brother, for his house, and their Empire - he could not fail. ✠

Allowing a little temporary freebuild around an architect would be cool for camping rp. Would it be possible for the area to rewind back to what it was previously once the architect time limit is up?

I like the premise of an ancient pre-descendant kind race, but a lot of the Theios' themes and abilities are very Naztherak/Zarakal adjacent, aswell as being very reminiscent of Seers to a degree. However, I feel that these magics have systems in place that more properly fit into other magics and the server's overall lore. This submission seems very much like a rough-draft, and I personally would like to see a much larger list of unique abilities that do not borrow from existing dark magics. Some of my critiques are as follows: "Presence" is once again, very similar to the Naztherak's Infernal Mutation and Prince's Presence spell, and a toned down version of the Seers of Vaasek's 'Eyebite' ability. "Voice" is interesting, but is extremely overpowered. Being stunned for three entire emotes in exchange for not outright killing yourself is basically garunteeing the outcome will be the same. Unless you have a party with you, there is no way you're surviving that if the Theios gets that ability to fire off. I also have questions about their physiology. Like Zar'akal, and Undead, they are pretty tanky, but it states that destroying their brain will only 'knock them out'. This rolls into their respawn mechanic, which I don't think really plays into any other components of the lore. When someone breaks their light-stone, they just come back - so, I must ask, in a gameplay sense, what exactly is their weakness? Phylactories can be broken, Zar'akal can be cannibalized, so how does one effectively slay a Theios? These are infact leading questions, because I really, truly do like the premise, but I want you to think on these questions and expand on the ideas that @Holyland also brought up and try to more appropriately fit the CA into the web of interactions that other MA's/CA's use to play off of eachother.

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Titus Alexander smiled the sun's smile. 😊

Extremely based post, and I love everything about it.

A dark creature stalked the lands. A looming, towering figure that held dominion anywhere the sun did not grace. It had felt the might of Kazimir's soul, its majesty piercing a hole in the aether as it passed onto the other side. In some ways, grief did manage to find that aging Tyrant, for it lamented that it could not turn such a wild soul to its own means. Souls like Kazimir's were a rare breed, ones that were formed only a handful of times each century. Lost to an aengudaemon, another trinket on a long keychain of great souls, put on display and relegated to uselessness till time immemorial. The very thought of it caused the saurian to be physically ill. Then that stomach-churning thought then turn to rage. How closely, the Tyrant thought, did Kazimir's story mirror the creature's own? Kazimir could have been truly great. He could have lived forever. Then, the creature found itself thrown into a violent trance. It whipped about to clock a leaning tree with a mighty punch, sending splinters and bark sailing through the air. Another. Another. Another. Its bones cracked, scales ripped from its hands, but the assault kept coming. Each strike rung against the tree like a hollow bell. Amidst its wild rage, it then reached up to pull its arms around the trunk of the tree and rip it down, slinging it into the ground with a chorus of snapping splinters and sinew. The creature's head tore to the sky, and released a rage-stricken roar, sending forth a plume of that sickly acidic blue malflame into the sky. A great soul robbed from him, forever lost. This insanity had to stop.

To all dwed chads, not only is the art of this post done by Kruggsmash, but is from a Dwarf Fortress lets play series done by him. All craftdwarfship is of the highest quality. +1 btw

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theyll place the next block when @molly molly mollyemotes

A crow squawks over a dead forest. A forest of flesh and wandering eyes. No life dare find itself there as a dead moon watches over the dreary landscape. The winged creature, befinned and stricken with the mutations of the infernal lands at the feet of a terrible beast. Bearing the good word. Amber eyes of sickly gold flick across the missive, to absorb each impassioned word. As the small daemonic creature took flight once more, the King from below pondered the call thus given. To flock and kindred. "The serpent continues to swallow its tail..." The beast drawled slowly, acidic slime dripping from its conical teeth to sizzle against the stone floor of the cave. "We will see how much longer hypocrisy can keep a thing going, until their true intentions reveal themselves. Another century of blood." The demon spoke not of the missive, but of the Cross itself. That symbol of which he carried as a mortal so proudly on his chest. That object of his desperate and futile attempt to find salvation in a world of insanity. A long pause followed as they rose to their full height. A great tear in reality roared into existence before them. A wormhole of prussic hellfire. "Soon, they will be made to see. There will be no salvation for any of them. They will come to find that the only everlasting truth in this world, is Us." And with that, the Tyrant stepped through the portal. The profane tear closed behind him, leaving naught but silence over a dreary, accursed land.

Being able to start as literal monster slop and growing yourself all the way to becoming a city-destroying Godzilla monster is such a natural and fun way to handle the Climb that I'm honestly shocked this wasn't already possible. Demon roleplay in general has a major problem in that your entire existence and sole driving narrative force is about the climb and rising to become a giga-chad demon lord, yet at this very moment all playable Infernal CA's have exactly one playable evolution that isn't even really that difficult to obtain. It really throws the brakes on your narrative unless you want to MArt your Zar'ei into their final evolution and PK them. Giving players the ability to actually have that development of 'zero to hero' would be such a boon to the CA that it would probably make people want to play them more. Lore-wise you can make the argument that even though the Zevn doesn't have a greater soul, they have eaten enough fragments of them to fake it and force evolution into a Zar'ei.

My headcanon is that Azhl tastes like a roll of dirty pennies. Thanhium tastes like Monster Energy Zero Ultra.

But if you don't like this one aspect of the CA, don't play it!! +1 Keeps the stakes, removes the possibility of getting one-tapped without having any narrative control over it.