Sonybut7

If a person can charge you down for 10 blocks in a single emote (btw more than you can do on a Horse with an action!) then the person who dodges it perfectly is powergaming! I don't see a reason for this, and I know bad faith templars may end up using "but I move as fast as an arrow!" to end up making the Sledgehammer blow strength be interpreted as: "A sledgehammer if thrown as fast as an arrow." which would obliterate people

This is blatantly incorrect and a lie. During that encounter not a single one of us spoke, instead we used motions of our hands to convey meaning to one another. Equally every single player had an earplug item, I had made 13, and equally /use'd 13 Paddfoot for its creation. I understand you got mad, but at least do not lie about the truth of the situation.

── ──── ─── ─⟪ E M P L * Y M E N T ⟫─ ─── ──── ── “I, Godric of Adria, sound of mind so agree to the terms, Of service to the Family Fontaine.” ⎝ 𓆩༺ - Godric of Adria, ༻𓆪 ⎠ Seated within the manor, within his new room would Godric sign the document, returning it posthaste to the Baron who so hired him. Most graceful for the opportunity and trust handed. Thus he spent the night most comfortably within his bed, a thing forgotten for quite a many years of living upon the roads with the pressing ongoings of war. ─── ─── ───── ──⟪ ─⊰۝⊱─ ⟫── ───── ─── ───

Username: Smowy_Vevo Character Name: Ulfric Drekvar Affiliation: High Kingdom of Norland Desired Rank: Vanguard Which games will you be attending?: Battle of Eldmyr

The Pools of Piss.

Per Canon Energies lore, Maleus is Corrupted Anima, and Anima is used to "fascilitate the creation of Mana", meaning without "Anima" no Mana. It's why Zar'ei etc can learn Bardmancy etc despite not having any "Anima", because they are the same thing in the end just corrupted. Thus lead to the ultimate same outcome, which is "Mana". Same is how Inner Flame effectively 'replaces' Mana for an Azdrazi. Which allows them to STILL use Golemancy, which requires Anima. (Making them too a Mana based creature with many extra steps), should also mean the spell bears effect on them. Only Necromancy is different, because Lifeforce itself is something raw and unrelated to Mana directly. Though they are vaguely connected they're not mutually exclusive. It's more so a "where Anima is more abundant, there is more Lifeforce", but Lifeforce exists without interaction of Anima.

ᚠᚫᛋᛏ ᛋᚹᛖᚾᛖᛋ Issued by Laird Ulfric av Roriksson Drekvar, on the 3rd of SVENSMÁNAÐR, IAÁ 601, AGE OF REKINDLING. REJOICE, It is with pride that Laird Ulfric invites all to THE GREAT HEARTH OF BRUNNFELL. For in festival and revelry does Man find light in a tunnel otherwise dark. The times as of current are trying, war rages on multiple fronts. Both against descendants, and against the ever-pressing Dark. Yet it is in such a time, that in the name of SVEN ‘THE BARD’, that Brunnfell shall host a GRAND FESTIVAL. The feast halls shall sing, as the meads and ales flow along the tunes of laughter and song. Too shall stalls be erected upon every street and corner of the vassal. Allowing for any who pay the small price of 15 Mina to use, sell and promote their craftsmanship arts. The host has promised for a FIGHTING RING to be erected within the lower walls of the keep. While there shall be no tournament, instead it allows for all present to GAMBLE and BET upon who they believe may win the presented bout, including an over-under in the matters of the winner’s health. As for such, any within the realms of Man and beyond may freely partake in the festivities. Bearing two simple rules. Breaking these rules will result in EXECUTION, by means of hanging. Participants must be untainted by means of the Dark. Dark Mages, Creatures, and beyond are FORBIDDEN. Participants must stay their weapons, they shall not be taken. But brandishing them upon another participant is FORBIDDEN. AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF THE FATHER, HIS MAJESTY, Haraldr av Edvardsson Ruric as High-King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Chieftain of the Clan Edvardsson, Jarl of Verdegrad, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders HARBINGER, Ulfric av Roriksson Drekvar as Protector & Laird of Brunnfell, Victor of the Duel of Wounded Honor, Drengr of the Northern Host, Harbinger of Clan Drekvar

Except with Maldaka which sneakily changes "Voidal Strength" to "Average Human" which is a big step up

A laird in Norland observes the news, he hopes the Halflings are well. He still awaits a letter.

ᚪᚱᛁᛋᚢᛝ ᛒᚱᚢᚾᚾᚠᛖᛚᛚᛖᛋ Issued by Laird Ulfric av Roriksson Drekvar, on the 11th of DONOVANSHARÐHUGAÐR, IAÁ 599, AGE OF DRAGONFYRE. HEED, It is by grace of the High King, and with due deliberation, that the LANDS OF LEDNA are hereby granted to CLAN DREKVAR who shall bear the rights and responsibilities tied to said land, including its governance and banners. The Clan Isenfuld has proven stagnated, and thus unfit to proceed in ruling this great land. Henceforth, the land shall bear a new name, under iron fist of the new thus forth it shall be proclaimed; THE GREAT HEARTH OF BRUNNFELL Ulfric, as Harbinger of Clan Drekvar, shall take the position of Laird upon this Vassal. So as to reforge it in his vision. Breathing new lives into it, and raising their banners when called upon. AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF THE FATHER, HIS MAJESTY, Haraldr av Edvardsson Ruric as High-King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Chieftain of the Clan Edvardsson, Jarl of Verdegrad, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders HARBINGER, Ulfric av Roriksson Drekvar as Protector & Laird of Brunnfell, Victor of the Duel of Wounded Honor, Drengr of the Northern Host, Harbinger of Clan Drekvar

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Orsathiael used spirits, not undead

Ulfric the Tavern Keeper, continued to make Hot Cocoa for his tavern.

Ulfric's new favorite NGS member, Calenwyn [last name] seemed to have done great.

As penned by Herald Dremyur 82, Age of the Dragon ༺ I ༻ ⧲────────────⟪ P R E F A C E ⟫────────────⧲ “Last, the World is a misty weald of white branches. Trees reach for the heavens; they seek without growing.” ⎝ 𓆩༺ Vessel of Eternity, the Aurelects. ༻𓆪 ⎠ Beneath the rimed and hoary aperture of the All-Seen, All-Known, there lies an expanse without edge or contour. A blanket of sugared white. Snow falls ever so often; it remembers naught of its falling. There, beyond the silvered pines and ime-clad spruce, the land opens into a breadth unscarred by path or furrow, a stillness so complete it persuades the Unwoken Man that nothing has ever MOVED there, nor ever must. The surface does not answer the sky. Snow falls and so easily lays forgotten. Wind passes and leaves no mark. Sound dies before it arrives. To the Unwoken Man, this is enough. They name it PEACE for it does not resist them. They say - Here, nothing changes, therefore nothing conflicts. - Thus, they find themselves calling the absence of motion stillness. From stillness they infer wholeness. And so the Unwoken Man crosses without hesitation, believing silence to be truth and calm to be proof. What is the surface, if not an answer delayed? Beneath glassed calm, far below the reach of Unwoken sight, the ice lay restless. It is not SHATTERED. For it has not failed. It is FRACTURED. Fracture lines running, each a wear of strain upon bone, unseen yet telling of an expansive journey. Each passing step presses weight unto them. Each passing leaves a history, though the falling snow conspires to erase its record. These wounds were not born of sudden conflict. They are the slow reply to strain endured without release. This, too, is named PEACE by the Unwoken Man; the quiet of restraint, the discipline of avoidance, the comfort of claiming wholeness while pressure accumulates unseen. What is restraint, if never tested? What is quiet, if bought by denial? For every IGNORED FRACTURE is a fault-line waiting, not for collapse, but for acknowledgment. For the lake endures and endurance is not proof of completion. It is the refusal to answer the pressing question. So time passes. And the very winds lament the long, still days. The design holds. Not because it is whole but because it has not yet been asked to sing. Two figures walk along these fault-lines. They do not face one another. Each believes themselves ALONE. Each listens to the silence above and mistakes it for assurance. Neither hears the echo beneath their steps. They have not yet met. And so PEACE remains unnamed. What lies above is falsehood. What lies below is misinterpreted. What lies in their meeting is yet to be named. Thus, as we venture and frolick within the bounds of PEACE. Where it ends, where it starts, where it has yet to go. Thus we shall need to dive into the stories, into the ideals, and thus attain UNITY by PEACE. ──𓆩𖤓𓆪──༺ ۝ ༻──𓆩𖤓𓆪── ༺ II ༻ ⧲────────────⟪ T A L E S ⟫────────────⧲ ── ─༺✧༻─ ── March did the Unwoken. In a world yet asleep. A sky unaware of a storm. A lake unbroken, for disturbance had no place in it. The ground yet to tremble for weight had not learned to press meaning unto it. There did Unwoken Man cross, resistance never present. Their breath did not quicken, for effort had not yet found reason to exist. Words upon Silence had not yet been uttered, for naught had broken it. To them, the world was WHOLE. Yet not because it was complete but because it had yet to be tested. And so, they named nothing. The unmoving air was not still, for the wind had yet to carve its first memory. Nor was the ground firm, for a foot had not yet slipped. So did Unwoken Man call the absence of strife, PEACE, for conflict had yet to arise. However, the question was already there, though none dared test the answer. ── ─༺✧༻─ ── What happens when the storm breaks the skies? What occurs when the lake is disturbed? When the ground trembles? What dares test it? CONFLICT WAR BATTLE COLLISION What occurs when effort is required? What happens when our steps meet resistance? Who shall speak the first word? Who dares test it? ── ─༺✧༻─ ── Arrive did the Unnamed. There where the ground now trembled. Where pressure grants meaning. Where the sky rumbled, the lake now rippled. Would Unwoken Man meet resistance? Their breath quickened. Not from fear but from effort newly born. Where motion pressed upon motion and silence gained its reply, two forces came together. Not in hatred nor in purpose. But in presence. Neither yielded, for yielding had yet to be taught. Neither advanced, for advancement had yet to be written. Where passage was given, it stood contested. Where once there was silence, now came answer. They named it CONFLICT, for something now stood opposite them. They named it BATTLE, for movement no longer passed unhindered. They named it WAR, for the strain endured beyond a single instance. Neither force was undone and they marked one another. Each was changed but neither was ended. And so Unwoken Man unknowingly opened his eyes, briefly, to a sensation they would come to call PEACE. ── ─༺✧༻─ ── ༺ III ༻ ─── ───── ──⟪ T H E S I S ⟫── ───── ─── ── ─༺✧༻─ ── That which is calm proclaims itself WHOLE, yet calmness is only the absence of MOTION. The surface sleeps and calls it PEACE, for nothing has yet asked it to answer. FALSE PEACE is named where pressure is naught. The lie endures only until CONFLICT arrives. ─༺۝༻─ ── ─༺✧༻─ ── That which is FRACTURED hides itself deep, and names CONCEALMENT enough. A single crack is CHOSEN and tended, while the rest are denied their voice. Restraint is misinterpreted as PEACE, crowning the unfinished complete. ─༺۝༻─ INNER PEACE ꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂ So it is seen that EXTERNAL PEACE denies pressure, thus shatters when touched. While INTERNAL PEACE hides strain, it finds itself rotting beneath itself. Thus Unwoken Man wakes in the crossing of wills; learning that PEACE is neither given nor kept, but entered. And those who enter depart altered. Never whole as before; never divided as they were. So is PEACE named only in COLLISION. When Woken Man is as ONE. ──𓆩𖤓𓆪──༺ ۝ ༻──𓆩𖤓𓆪── ⧲──── ─── ──⊰𒌐⊱── ─── ────⧲ For now Unwoken Man has learned: PEACE is not stillness. PEACE is not calm. For it is not the absence of strain nor the evasion of opposition. PEACE does not exist where nothing presses nor where pressure is denied. For reaction and action are required, for a foot to press upon the earth towards a goal of opposition. It is there, when those two actions cross upon the point of COLLISION, where PEACE is. For it is there that Unwoken Man becomes Woken. For in their shared deeds are both marked. Forever shall they be altered, whether or not their goals align. Forever shall each imprint CHANGE and, for a brief instance, are they ONE. Those who enter do not depart whole as before. ─ ─༺۝༻─ ─ “All things ariseth from ONE by the will of ONE, and so all things cometh from this subtle process.” -Eresar sin Nathemas- 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 Those who enter do not depart divided as they were. That is what it means to be TESTED. It is to press and be pressed in return. For endurance proven without CONFLICT is assumption. A mountain does not endure because the wind blows around it. Nor does a river flow because the earth lets it. It is TESTED, in their CONFLICT and subsequent COLLISION, and through such they are proven real; proven to hold PEACE. Their steel collides in UNISON. Their steps march forth in UNISON. And their minds are focussed in UNISON. It is there that it’s spoken that within PEACE we find UNITY. For where the Unwoken names silence as virtue and stillness as completion, it is the Woken Man, who see that silence is falsity and stillness misrepresentation. It is the Woken Man who acknowledges the forces that cross another fully, without withdrawal nor refusal. ── ─༺✧༻─ ── That which is strained is not undone by its answer. The Unwoken fears the moment the surface breaks and the being changes. Believing that to yield form is to end. They name the FRACTURING damage and the final SHATTERING the end. Yet the breaking does not erase the lake; it becomes more of itself. What was held apart released into motion and motion is not ANNIHILATION. The pieces do not vanish; they remember one another differently. Thus the error is not the breaking but the belief that holding forever was possible. ─༺۝༻─ ── ─༺✧༻─ ── That which does not move brings forth nothing. The Unwoken Man looks upon the unmoving surface and believes that PEACE has been achieved, as though the absence of conflict is an accomplishment. They will quiet into virtue by calling the silence whole, mistaking the lack of motion for UNITY. Yet no COLLISION has occurred; no force has answered another. Thus they are veiled in the solace of the self-made lie. For they have named the calm PEACE and have made themselves content upon the emptiness of it. ─༺۝༻─ “Nid los al; Nid los zorox.” ⎝ 𓆩༺ Eremun, the Loving Ordained. ༻𓆪 ⎠ ─ ─⊰𖤓⊱─ ─ FAITH ༺✧༻ Faith untested grows pragmatic. For every voice begins to echo another belief, turning into habit. One is required to seek Conflict unto the edges of the known tradition; to lean upon the altar until a new question arrives. Faith kept whole by naught but agreement rots. INNER PEACE lies where courage presses belief back into motion. ─ ─⊰𖤓⊱─ ─ WAR ༺✧༻ Titan of Ebrietan Stone, the one who stands opposite in unyielding, martial weight. Steel sang and stone answered. Each blow a question; each parry an answer. Both gave to one another in full. Neither withdrew. There, where blood marked the ground, respect remained. And in the rhythm of battle, INNER PEACE was sung. ─ ─⊰𖤓⊱─ ─ ART ༺✧༻ Upon silvered peaks, where a hallowed flame gleamed, hammer met iron. Fire met Vessel. Hammer pressed iron; iron pressed hammer. Each collision erased intention and revealed what must remain. Authorship was surrendered. Thus the hammer learned as much as the arm. There, in making, INNER PEACE awoke. ─── ─── ───── ──⟪ ─⊰۝⊱─ ⟫── ───── ─── ─── ༺ IV ༻ ⧲───────────⟪ T E R M I N U S ⟫───────────⧲ “Let the one who lit it be too careless, or too cruel, and it can be cast down against a carpet, parchment, or a dry wooden floor. And then what does the flickering flame become?” ⎝ 𓆩༺ The Second Lesson of the An-Gho ༻𓆪 ⎠ Beneath the rimed and hoary aperture of the All-Seen, All-Known, there still lies an expanse, changed as it once was. The blanket of sugared white was broken. Where once ice lay flat, it rises and sinks in uneven plates, lifted and bowed by what it could no longer deny. Deep azure washes between, dark and patient waters chasing through channels where stillness once reigned unchallenged. The snow still falls but it no longer conceals. The wind still passes but now it stirs Woken Man’s reflection. This is the lake after COLLISION. For the fractures have widened into passages and what once hid beneath, denied, now declares itself with horn. Ice shifts underfoot, each step sending ripples through the azure below and the rime above. Here, Woken Man walks. Care has left them yet they do not halt, marching without retreat. For they do not mistake instability for danger nor the changed state for destruction. The lake remains the lake. Their steps remain steps. What has altered is not the world’s nature but their reading of it. For Woken Man now knows the eternal dialogue of CAUSE and EFFECT. They have learned the meaning of conflict, battle, war, and collision, and not shy away beneath lies aimed for solace. The ice no longer deceives Woken Man with wholeness. For in each crossing, he feels the dialogue of force and answer. In said dialogue, he finds no division. This is INNER PEACE. The two figures are no longer visible. Their meeting has dissolved into flow. The lake bears their meeting in every motion to follow. The water now moves because it was pressed. The ice yields because it was contested. And though the shape of the lake has changed, in that shape it has become truer to itself. For PEACE had not arrived when the conflict ended. PEACE arrived when the conflict was fully entered. So, Woken Man continues, step by step, EVER-BRANCHING. Across surfaces that no longer lie. For each movement alters the lake, and the lake alters them in return. Neither precedes the other. Neither follows; They move together, marked by the same exchange. Thus Woken Man is as the Lake, enduring by participation. ⧲──── ─── ──⊰۝⊱── ─── ────⧲ Writing & Formating: Sonybut7 Formatting Imagery: Karim Referenced authors: Jentos, Viros, Holyland, Moumins Consultation: Celestial_Bleh, Karim, Moumins, Holyland

⧲────────────⟪ R U I N ⟫────────────⧲ RUIN ⎝ 𓆩༺ The Ancient Old Protocol ༻𓆪 ⎠ Deep, within the hallowed halls of Tor’Urldar, a Herald sharpens his blood-stained blade. His ash-covered armor and gore lathed scabbard sung songs of WAR yet passed. And songs of RUIN yet to come. There, deep within the halls, did he read upon the letter. Another brother fell, beneath the face of the dark. Yet so equally, did the Herald lose no hope. For his grip remained strong, and the sharpening of his blade remained. What is the outcome you desire? Each strike of whetstone upon metal, cast sparks flying off. Each precise, yet so equally toiled with the rage he felt within his heart. Each strike of whetstone, so equally fueled and cast by the emotion within. To allow it to move, and fuel his DESIRE. First, they had lost Telemachus, then Urendil stepped away, and now Capric had as well. Can anything stop it? The Cycle of Cause and Effect? For they had shared laughter, and had shared the field of battle. And so it was only natural that a singular response would be held upon the foul-ilk that cast a brother back into the cycle. Our Fire is the one that never fades, and so the Herald set off into the ashlands, riding upon his mighty boar, NEFELI THE NINTH. Ash of the fallen brothers covered his shoulders, their Flame, emboldened by those who came before. Our purpose standeth unchanged. Those foul, ruinous creatures shall all meet death. In the embrace of The Great Titan’s Flame. ──𓆩𖤓𓆪──༺ ۝ ༻──𓆩𖤓𓆪──

Me when I ponder my orb

Wolf-Sized version takes 2 Emotes to cast - 3rd Emote = Bloating, 4th = Explosion Human-Sized takes the same as it currently does.

This is a nice try at rage bait. But this is not what happened. I had asked a question because I was unsure on which red line to follow (is it lethal to Undead reanimations, or would it not kill them due to the requirement of two blows to the head). Upon such query I had also stated that I was "fine with either option, I just wanted to know". Upon the query made, the LT decided that the STRENGTH WAS EQUAL TO A WARHAMMER BLOW. Which is the same strength I listed for the amendment. Merry Christmas.