Burnt Toast

I have a dark elf clan that needs members!

The aspiring priestess Velyth raises a brow upon seeing the missive "Yto beg your pardon? Xye, this must be remedied. We must let no bridges burn due to this."

The Requiem of Idunia Oh lovely Idunia Standing strong and vibrant Deep within your walls Hides the greatest tyrant No one person can be named For it is all who bring shame You burn away all the bridges Making your people tame. From you walls you cower and hide Tale of your deeds spread far and wide Your knights with no honor to speak of And noble names who stand aside So heed my call, a siren’s song Look at yourself, and see what’s wrong You hurt those who wish you well So think to yourself, hard and long -Your everloving bard, Tom Foolery

꧁ ༺ ༻ ꧂ ☾✵The Clan Of Aralyth✵☽ 𖥸 Naabyyru, Naabzkora, Lyeakomkha From Dignity, From Trust, We Thrive :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ This clan, founded by Velythzalyr, was created for medics, for teachers, and for caretakers. Roughly translating to “To Help All”, this clan does not focus on blood relation, but rather providing maehr a chance to grow and thrive. Maehr and malyker are to be accepted and cared for, provided they are willing to learn the ways of their people, and their passions. No true path is pushed for by this clan. Only that the Mother-Moon approves of their choices. For this reason, voidal mages and darkspawn are to be rejected or removed from the clan for the sake of the family as a whole. However, regardless of their path, the Aralyth clansmen are to be the person they wish to see in the world. Be it a medic, a blacksmith, or a druid. Furthermore, those of this clan are to be supported by its members and in turn, support their clan. No Aralyth is to be alone. This compassion is often encouraged to be extended to others, be them maehr or not. Self dignity and respect is crucial as well, for one cannot have faith in others, if they have no faith in themself. There is no one style to be shown from this clan, nor mindset to be shared. The only requirement for joining is to vow to a clan leader to uphold personal truth and compassion. Once part of the clan, members can leave at their discretion or seek tasks to further their place in the clan. :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ Clan Roles Lynaar Nardo (Serene Leader) - This role can only be held by one person at a time, and grants them the highest authority of the clan. Hashathet’uzh (Gentle Tide) - This role is given to the innermost sanctum of the clan, those who have worked to better the clan and have done one great task to better the maehr community. They get a role in leadership and diplomacy efforts, acting as a council for the Aralyth clan. Thyleryth (Friend To All) - This role is given to all who desire to bring about change and prosperity for the clan, as these members act as both teachers and scouts for the clan, helping people join as desired.

The Legend of the Irehearts Oh you Irehearts of legend. Tale of your deeds sweep the nations. Each one different, yet all the same. You are cruel, racist, and very lame. In blackened hearts you scream the names Of people living through their days. But through our eyes we see a man A deranged lunatic who always ran. We seek no company from your clan. Nor foul gifts made from your hands. We simply want to see you fall. Beardless, prideless, lost your gall. You drink your beer and eat your bread So heed my words, the truest threat. I seek no brawl nor stabbing pain Only defamation of your name. -Your dearest bardic friend, Tom Foolery

Velythzalyr, a medic, signs this charter. (IGN: IBurnedTheToast)

❃✾Spring Eternal✾❃ ❃ In days long past, in years long forgotten, Lenore had lived her life free. She roamed forests and climbed mountains, unburdened by the woes of society. Yet she still wished for friendship beyond squirrels she thought could talk. The woman chose to confine herself to a society she didn’t fit into. Follow rules she deemed unneeded. The call of the wilds never left her, nor did she forget to honor it. ❃ With years and years of experience behind her belt, she flourished. Became a medic, a druidess, a wife, and a mother. She had everything she could ever want. Yet life was often unkind to her. She had fought evils beyond her comprehension, faced rivals of which she never dreamed of facing, and suffered losses and betrayal that would break her. Over time, ideals were lost, and the woman changed. ❃ Yet somehow, despite all her flaws, she was beloved. Cherished by many and cared for by more. Her heart never seemed to run out of affection to give. Through times of difficulty, she was supported. Through times of joy, she helped others. Nobody noticed the secrets she held, piling up in her mind like brutal spikes. She held darkness too. Something she hated to share with others. ❃ Lenore was a madman. There is no sugar coating that. She sought that which was impossible and had a temper once she hit a limit. Time eased her anger, but never aided in the turmoil inside. Perhaps it was madness that drove her when she died. A demi-god before her, her mani of choice. Bolomoraa. She had turned to flee, begging herself to survive as anyone wants. Yet… a voice rang through, that of someone she deemed family. A moment was all it took for her running to change direction. They had still been fighting. She arrived as they left, looking up at the terror before her. It mattered little anymore. Her eyes alight a final time, she tried to fight until her last breath. ❃ As the building tore apart on top of her, she was crushed, left to die as the rest had fled or not noticed her. Her vision from the Aspects came true. She died alone, fighting for her ideals. Slowly and painfully she would bleed out until nothing was left. Yet… from her body flowers grew, fulfilling the cycle of spring once more. OOC: Thank you all for supporting Lenore’s journey. She was around for more than a year and was my primary character for the longest time. I hope you all enjoyed her story as much as I did. She’ll be off in the eternal forest now, watching everyone fondly Her final letters are as such: To my children To my family To Zylgren To Amethyst To The Druidic Order By the way, sorry if you weren't included in the letters! I can't think of everyone she knows, so i'll be adding things as time progresses.

Hello! I am looking for a child for my character Hatsu. She is a Loa’chil (https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/226615-clan-loachil/#comment-1984869) and current leader of Junmura! Anyone who wants to play her kid is welcome, and both adult and young child slots are available! It will come with various opportunities in both Junmura and Yorumachi, as her title allows for some great rp for her family!

Hello! Are any of you interested in playing a whimsical wonderland inspired character? Think of white rabbits and card tricks. If this sounds fun to you, reach out to BurntToast1625 on discord to help coordinate and join the fun! I noticed that LOTC is missing that madman niche, and I for one, will not stand for it.

A Celebration Of Those We Know [!] A letter has been sent to those Lenore has a positive relationship with Hello my dearest friends and family. I, Lenore Fis’maa’d, have decided to host an event to celebrate the love and support that you have given me, and I have given you. In days of pain and suffering, discontent and disrespect, we all need a small light to bring a smile to our faces, no? As such, I wish to hold an event of good and joy. Although we all have our quarrels and dislikes, I'd ask that we all act civil and remain content with those we care for. Any hostility is strictly left to whispers and inside thoughts, lest you be publicly embarrassed by yours truly. I know your secrets and am not afraid to use them to ensure you behave. I thank you all for your kindness and compassion for all these years. There is no dress code, although the fancier you are the more fun we may have. Who knows, the best dressed may win a prize. Know that you are all important to me, and I hope to see as many there as I can. Anyone I do not know must be vouched for by someone I do, as things will get messy otherwise. [Event will take place at Cerulia this Friday and 4:00 EST] [Admissions tickets are required, but any money spent on them will be reimbursed at the proper table] [Any who are not vouched for or known will be kicked out or executed depending on attitude] [If you have any questions, ask Lenore, or contact me at @Burnttoast1625 on discord]

Lenore looks over the contents of the letter, nodding along. A light hum escapes her as her words were regarded. "Well done dear! I suppose you may very well be ready for what's next..."

(Sorry for the lack of formatting, I am no guru) Hello one and all, you may know me as Toast, IBurnedTheToast, or just a general madlad. If you don't know me, lucky you. I wanted to talk about what this server means to me, since everything is doom and gloom right now. Feel free to ignore me or pass me over, that's just fine. This was done on a whim to hopefully make people feel better. What this server means to me is not silly roleplay,, although I do love that. And it's not creating a narrative either. I play this server to actually feel like a real person. I deal with so much issue in struggle in my day-to-day life that being able to sit down and play a game with people I care about means the world to me. Not everyone can go touch grass like people joke. Some struggle to leave the house, for reasons medical and emotional. This server, albeit highly toxic, provides some level of outlet for these people. I play this server when I am bored, or have too much time (Which is way too often). But I also play to connect with friends i'd never meet otherwise. Friends who have helped me grow as a person through this hellhole of a server. I have lent an ear to many on the server, sometimes the wrong people too. I have encountered... far too many TOS banned players in my year on the server. I will not name them out of respect for my own peace of mind. But... what that has helped me realize is that we are all people, different, unique, and complicated. I have always struggled with the need to be perfect and can never say no. Some of that is still true to this day... but having the knowledge that there are people like me practically everywhere is comforting. People here have helped me stand up for myself for the first time in years. They have been kind to me even in times of failure. And to think this all started for me because I got bored one day... This server is insane, and probably on a downward spiral, but I wanted to reflect on the good it brought, at least for me. I don't support everything here. It's just one of many insane places on the internet... but it's a place I chose. Thank you all for being my friends, or at least frenemy. I hope we all can lookback on this place fondly in the far future. (Who knows)

Telemachus could remember his sister. Could seek her in the afterlife. But her soul could never be found. It was taken, stolen by another for their own purposes. Nocte would remain unaware in her strange limbo, still thinking so highly of her brother. Such a bright flame, burning ever strong in her mind. It seems fate has one more cruel joke to play...

Hello! My character Olympia is a chaos gremlin who had a pair of twins. I can go into details over discord, but I need players. The kids are about 6 now, so they'd be playable immediately. Discord: Burnttoast1625

The Circle Of Ashen Souls ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ Lore In Game Started by a small group of dedicated druids in Norland, this circle is dedicated to the cycle of rebirth, and the acceptance of change. The Circle Of Ashen Souls is happy to be called upon for handling larger matters; however, daily life for these druids is focused in Norland. Those of this circle are tasked with understanding and promoting the rebirth of life and death. From ashes, life is born, and from life, ashes fall. Those present cannot start rebirth, but will rather guide the aftermath and help those who have been reborn. Out Of Character Core Overview The Circle Of Ashen Souls is a group of druids dedicated to the care, rebirth, and prosperity of young druids, and by extension Norland as a whole. Acting partly like a subsection of the Norlandic people, the circle can be called upon by the Norlandic government in times of need, or to handle problems surrounding fae influences and threats to the natural world. While in the circle, druids are intended to grow and change themself for better or worse. Due to the close ties with the clergy of The Red Faith, attending their ceremonies, revering their flames and following their scriptures is an option for all parts of the circle. To work with the people of the Red Faith to combat the common enemy however is a must. These orders are meant to function together as allies and equals, no one group holding complete power over the other. ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ Internal Structure This circle follows a similar structure to others, with members and archdruids alike. Archdruids hold importance in the circle, but are not singular pillars of authority. Rather, they are guides and teachers for those hoping to join. A leader of the circle can be elected, but only to function as a diplomat between the Norlandic government and the members of the circle. They hold no power other than that of a communication bridge. There are three ranks to those of the circle. Vánsvanni (Dedicants) “Hopeful of the Vanir” These druids are usually new to the art and are just trying to find their footing. They are to be helped and guided by all members of the circle. They are not lesser than any others, but rather treated as flames to be nurtured for rebirth into a proper druid. (Non druids that are friends of the circle can be assigned this title by an Infernos) Svidrúnari (Adept Druids) “Fire-Rune Druid” These druids are more adept. Not perfect or ancient perhaps, but skilled and knowledgeable nonetheless. They often are trained to be guides and to be able to answer the questions of the masses. They often hold great importance as they are the start of a rebirth, their journey to such the last step before becoming an Infernos. Askendrbodi (Archdruids) “Ash-Reborn One” An Askendrbodi is a master druid of the circle, and oftentimes a leader or organizer for the circle. They use their mastery to guide others to prosperity and change, being the ones who oversee those of the circle. To become such, one must undergo a rite of rebirth before the presence of the circle. This rite, while more symbolic in nature, can only be performed with the approval of both circle leaders, and Red Faith leadership. Someone who shows no growth or signs of rebirth cannot become an Infernos. Values To promote the wellbeing of nature as a whole, and aid interactions between the natural world and descendants. To work hand in hand with The Red Faith as Allies, apart in faith though respectful in union. To aid the descendants of Norland, acting as advisors, guides and protectors on Druidic and Fae matters. To promote the cycle of rebirth and constantly try to change oneself. To remain true to oneself, and their inner conflicts. To see the long dark as the imbalance all druids combat and purify that which is corrupted. To intervene in the defense of Norland against threats, following the Stand Against the Long Dark tenet of the Red Faith Restrictions Druids of the Circle Of Ashen Souls cannot commune with the Ashwood tree under any circumstances. Druids cannot act on behalf of Norland, nor the Red Faith as a whole. The circle works in tandem with the people of Norland, not as a definitive and authoritative part of it. Druidic magic that could harm the Ashwood tree may never be used on the tree by any druid of the circle. While mundane harm can be tolerated if it is an approved caretaker who means to tend to the health of the tree (Pruning, cleaning rot, ect), magical means of affliction (Ungrowing, Decay, ect) cannot be performed. Any druid that attempts is to be held accountable publicly, and their fate decided. Most often, these offences will at least end in removal from the circle. ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ The Creed Of Ashen Souls The druids of The Circle Of Ashen Souls closely follow The Creed Of Ashen Souls, which primarily focuses on rebirth of life, and rebirth of identity. Those who follow these creeds are advised to accept their faults, and work towards improving themselves to be rebirthed as someone greater than their past. In praise and worship to their god of choice, be it aspect or All-Father, those who follow this creed are expected to follow such tenets: I) Change Guides The Hands Of Fate, Flowing Like A River, Carving A Path In The World A druid cannot stop a person undergoing a great change, for doing so would deny them their fate. II) We Are Not Victims To Change, But Rather Its Guide A druid can interfere with how someone changes. Should someone be chosen for evil, a druid can instead promote a different path of equal change to redirect this possible tragedy. III) Humility Begets Betterment A druid cannot think themself perfect, or infallible, for this arrogance will only result in a change for the worse. A follower of this creed must always endeavor to remain humble and accept their flaws as room to improve. IV) Rebirth Deserves Respect, For Those Willing To Change In Full Hold Truth To Themself Those among the circle shall strive to be reborn, multiple times over if needed. Treelords and Epiphytes are highly regarded by the followers for their acceptance to change and be reborn. V) The Past Does Not Define The Future, Nor Should It Be Forgotten. Should someone be reborn from evil, they are to be treated with the same respect as any other. For to rise from darkness creates the brightest of lights. This does not mean the past should be forgotten, but it should not hold a bearing on the present. 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Hi! Feel free to contact me for help! I am a figura maker. My discord is burnttoast1625.

This is Lenore's Specialty. Recently: She cut off her own wooden hand so her friend could have it instead. She did not flinch. Overall: Either the time she lost a friend to Necromancy and killed him as he said she was his only friend (He bled to death in her arms). Or the time her home was raided and her daughter, who was being raised by another and didn't know Lenore was her mom who surrendered her to be in a better environment, was beheaded and skinned too if I remember right. Lenore saw the corpse and everything on the day she was planning to tell her daughter who her mother was. Both stories are way more messed up than I make them sound, but yeah.

MC Name: IBurnedTheToast RP Name: Lenore Bio: Lenore is muscular and very silly. She is 6'3" and leans to the heavier side due to her muscle. She is well... Lenore. The equivalent of if a golden retriever went to Vietnam. She's always bright, cherry, and motherly, even while most likely bleeding out or missing a limb. She does hold some cunning, but in recent times, she's just gone nuts.

⥇────────────────The Lost Flame────────────────⬾ Bitter cold and pain flicker within the young wildfire. An ache of grief, and relief as her suffering is soon to end, or so she thought. Her soul, once bright and strong, is no longer her own, doomed to hell through her parent’s magic. Her pilgrimage has only begun, yet she is already resigned to her fate. There is nothingness here, yet it is filled with a suffering she has not yet fathomed. The only thing she can remember through the agony were her final moments… ⥇────────────────Why am I here?────────────────⬾ She had gone to visit her brother, memories now twisted in her cruel afterlife, recollections of pain only serving as a fuel for the suffering she was destined to endure. Her beloved brother… she remembers something, through the haze. Her brother, kind and righteous, it is he who never strays, never wavers, never breaks. Yet he was crying, tormented by something she feels responsible for. What… what is the feeling nagging at her heart, long thought dead and abandoned? It was guilt. A feeling she had tried to chase away through reckless imbibement and ruined solace. It takes but a moment for her to remember. To remember the sadness in his eyes, as he freed her from her misery. But for him, it will take a lifetime to forget. To forgive. ⥇────────────────What did I do?────────────────⬾ There was not much to her life. If one could even call it that. She chased after false hopes before resigning herself to a fate of nothingness. She had always hoped to be someone one day. To change the hearts of people who scorned her. But such luxuries are not afforded to her, nor her kind. She was cursed, simple as that. And from there, she would never amount to what she truly aspired to. Yet with this hopeless situation, she made the worst out of it. She chased off family and ruined relations with loved ones out of hatred. Yet what they did not see was who she directed it towards… ⥇────────────────Who was I?────────────────⬾ Through the haze, a name calls to her. Nocte. Her last name was long lost and forgotten, as it had been reshaped for her entire life. Forbidden from associating with her mother, and never quite fitting in among her adoptive family, she eventually thought of her last name as a joke. A simple jest to make people smile through the darkness she too was facing. If only they knew her pain… ⥇──────────────Who was I… to them?───────────────⬾ She was a failure. A drug addled lunatic who only was good for a jest and a smoke. Someone who let their addictions define them and their attitude rot. But, perhaps, they failed to see what lay beneath. A deep self loathing, and a care for those like her that was covered through harsh words and difficult truths. She gave everything for her family, and left before they could be risked in her downfall. Vriza, a cruel and heartless being, took advantage of her weakness. What little compassion she had. With his promise, she could no longer hide herself behind the guise of innocence. She became a killer, praising the name of Velkuzat behind closed doors. While her victims were not men, they held lives, and she was forced to watch their final moments, cursing her with what little they could. But it was all worth it, to ensure her siblings were kept safe from the being which made her choose between her safety and her sanity… ⥇────────────────────────────────────────────⬾ With her final moments of sentience, before being presented to Ixris himself as nothing more than fuel for his machinations, she thinks to herself, a lone thought given to a lone woman… Finally… it’s all over

Hello! I am a bit of an newer figura modeler, but I can make a model for this! I'll start working on it right away!

Name: Lenore Desc: A combination of dance and flute music. Equipment: Not needed. Lenore possesses the instuments needed.

Lenore thinks back to the chill. The thing that escaped. A sigh escapes her. "So much to do... well, at least I will not have to brave it alone this time... Time to go bother someone about this."

Hi! So, a few in game years ago, my character adopted a few Kha cubs. Now that they've hit 7 years old, I was thinking someone might want to play them. They have lived in the Kha sanctuary located in Nevahalen for as long as they remember, but an elven woman often visits them, telling stories from when they were babies. Feel free to consider this character a mother or not depending on the personality you'd like your cub to have. There are three tigrasi cubs. Rue(F), Rowan(M), and Aster(M). The personality and life experiences are completely up to you! This just acts as a guideline. Feel free to ask me for any more details.

After living a long life as a gypsy, Aria eventually settled herself in the land of Celia'nor. She was not rich by any means, but had a heart unlike any other. She lost her sister to slave traders at a young age and vowed to never harm another again. Eventually, love finds a way, and that it did. It came to her in the form of her lover, Paragon. They were like Romeo and Juliet, in an unfortunate way... One day, Aria began to fear for Paragon, as he had not come home. She asked some warriors to help find him... the same warriors who killed her lover. As they brought her to his corpse, a shriek of pure agony and loss escaped her lips and she fell to her knees. The men drew their swords, and Aria saw a chance. She grabbed their saber, and plunged it into her own heart. She ended her life to be with her love, her light. Those that would find their corpses would note that her hand is holding his, even in death.