Chuuwys

+1. Even now when I have VIP the metagaming is annoying. It was a fun little experiment to have my chars provided name be different to her nametag - people got real pissy when I told them they can't use the strange box hovering over my head as an excuse to know a character detail like that, let alone have a pink tag try to make me... Roll for deception? Make it easier for non VIPs to change names, or if they really must, apply it to the cheapest rank of VIP.

Given that tears require entire events to be dealt with and hollows are incapable of being fixed regardless of events (and usually require a sacrifice if you wanted to clean it to boot) yet does not need permission, yeah I'm happy with this. The hollow in the horde is only so small because that area was no longer owned and the structure was underground after baking for a long time and was unable to be handled as a tear If it's basically set to destroy part of or a majority of a build why WOULDNT you ask for some permission before letting your super secret bomb nuke other people's hard work too? Allow for some interaction at least The amendment came after the horde tear where druids attempted to "seal" the tear. At the time BH sealing just meant to basically encapsulate the tear within a bubble to prevent expansion and ST said no, likely because the tear was too old. But unfortunately the word seal may have gotten the wrong idea across that it mean druids were able to "close" them, which they weren't. After a while of back and forth and nearly several people dying to said tear over an ST determination that was never even set down before, it was blown up and made into a hollow. Shortly after that amendments went through making it so druids are no longer even able to bubble the tears anymore.

“But think about how it feels when your hands are so cold they go numb. How it's only when they start to thaw out that you realize how much they hurt.” - lauren wolk - ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ The Epiphyte laid on the ground, one horn snapped from some point in the heat of battle, that strange clear sap leaking from the building number of wounds that covered her from fighting between Druid and Darkspawn. “...Lari’onn- if I do’ne make it- take care of Tara and Nenárë, ti?” her voice hoarse and weak, nearing an end with a certainty and acceptance betraying her telltale bite to fight and see the next dawn. She should have known. “You’re going to make it!” Suliin’yuln grits through clenched teeth, knocked off of her feet in kind by the barreling Skelebob, level with her sister who had long been distant, who she had barely spoken with in true lucidity since the parasite in her mind had rid her of memories in full, and had been ripped from root to protect the 'ame's mind and soul. “I told you back then and I’ll say it again - I will help you when I can, if I can. I’m ne letting these freaks steal you away from me when I just got you back.” She should have known. ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ “Lari’onn? I- what happened, what did I do?” Teal leaves slowly brown, falling to skin and seat cushion within a hidden cavern of the younger ‘ame’s making - somewhere secret only those she trusted most could live in. The parasite quieted. The pure fear in the woman’s pale eyes that she may have hurt her own sister unknowingly. “...Suliin’?” A hand hovers over Suliin’yuln’s warpick, tentatively over the fox skull that decorated its head… “Your voice changed… was that her speaking?” She should have known. ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ A letter slipped silently into the mailbox of a forgotten bedroom below Caerme’onn hall. “You are still my sister through years gone. I wish to see you well in these times.” ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ A wreath of Eucalyptus and Oak, intertwined with sprigs of Sage, Violets and Lily-of-the-Valley and branches of Gladiolus. For a loving sister. A valiant warrior. To ward off evil. To remember one’s brightness in the darkest of times. ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ Her cries are endless in the square of the Enclave when the news is revealed to her. Her chest aches, sobs heave one after the other and tears stain the clothes of her sibling who can do naught but cradle her and cry alongside her. Late in the night, after her cradles and coaxes to do little to comfort their youngest sister, she wails and wails where quiet would be the only audience to hear her grief. Her sister was dead. Her first sister. She, an only child who knew of nothing outside her tiny forest home, yet had found siblinghood in a woman she could laugh with, share tales and speak on life with from time to time. Who she could fight alongside and know she was as stalwart as a person could be, a balm to her anxieties and a joyous wonder in dark days. A Caerme’onn to her soul. A woman she would never get the chance to know more of before that thing in her mind would rip away the memories of who they were to one another. A distant face, then a friend, a sister by title then by family. Even for such a short time, what sweet moments they would have by any fire and within any cavern. A healer, a would-be Priestess, a Druid, a daughter and sister both younger and older and an 'ame with a warrior's spirit. ...She never did get to teach her how to make Ikurn’amonn in the traditional method. Never got to hang out with her and their baby sister together. Never stole the tree like she should have when she heard those cries in the Azure Forest, putting her at the helm for her siblings... who was she to take that mantle of someone so good? One of the strongest people she knew and loved and was so proud of was gone, with no song to hold close and remember her by. ≿━━━━༺♡༻━━━━≾ A prayer is set forth to the Mani of Death and Survival, that darkened bird that would watch across the Glade’s graveyard of lost siblings. A blessing bid to watch over her fallen sister, and ensure that what would remain of her and of that viscous plant would be carried safely back to the earth, unsullied by dark magic or parasitism, brought home by the detritivores of his domain. A wreath, freshly re-made and decorated further with new blossoms of pale blue Forget-Me-Nots, placed atop a gravestone to one Xilvyre Caerme’onn, Sister Geyser. Blossoms of White Jasmine, Mandragora, Daisies and Chamomile adorning the top of the stone, candles lit in love and remembrance for as long as they would last upon the grave. ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

MC Name: SweetScribbly Discord: chuuwys Image: Description of Image: A stag and his family Dimensions: 1 wide by 1 high (1x1)

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I can get behind this if it wasn't for the fact that it makes archiving the hard work of players nigh an impossible task. Additionally, on top of bookshelf bugs, there's the issue where books that are completed but unable to be physically copied through Minecraft's own copy mechanics. If it can't be copied then it has to be ""re/transcribed"" by the player who finds them, with the biggest issue being that the new copy no longer has the name of the original author of the book. In those situations the original should be left as is and any further copies should include a foreword page crediting the original writer, and the item should have an edit token used to detail the name of the original writer at a minimum. On the other hand if you have a public library id assume the information can be copied at any time. If it's private then perhaps report the matter to story team Edit: that or magically find a way to enforce that a player must spent x amount of IRL minutes per X amount of pages in the book.

"Will someone please think of the trout population?" A druid muses to herself.

ez fix, make it an alchemical item that requires an ST sign and cant be stacked or can only have 2-3 made per day. that way youre introducing just as much scarcity as you should to a supposedly special salt without also spamming it incessantly. if you find players getting picked out in overly specific or suspicious reasonings (i.e not testing 10 people but just so happening to test the next corc to enter. doesnt include if a city is on high alert for darkspawn etc and would likely be doing more tests). your scarcity of materials would then be better balanced to prevent spamming whilst also allowing room for people to be more watchful that it isn't metagamed, while still letting the test exist with some effectiveness. * and as others stated, also make it /use otherwise +1 cos.. i think other than aurum gating against certain (usually harmless) darkspawn you cant really prevent anything else without just closing your doors and gates which is a bore

Winter pins the note by her shrine, grateful to hear of another collective meeting. Others might hate Moots, but it is only Grand Moots where multiple minds and open mouths can clash. And she already has someone in mind for nomination. "The first moot since the Order's creation. And the most important one going forward. Ahernal ito."

and travel the world alone or with other kid players at age 12? also yes

i only personally disagree in the sense that i've had some pretty good roleplay with good players here and there who ACTUALLY play their children like children - mispronouncing things, understandably defenseless, dont go wandering off all the time to force story through melodrama. but then i've also seen child characters <16 who speak like they're hot shit, go into CRP they should probably instead be traumatized by and not actively ready to take part in. IDRK why so many people think the most compelling RP for their child character is to hone in on being antisocial or sociopathic, but there we go. otherwise, i agree fully. i think it would be fine to keep it at 5 but we should also be allowed to called out players who play their children like theyre just mini adults and not younger people who dont know much about the world and probably shouldn't be esoteric posting at 11yo past what you'd find on a reddit post

YESSSSS THIS IS SO SICK YES!!!!!

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Signed 7th of The Deep Cold, 280th year of the Second Age To kin, Talonnii and trusted lliran, I have been your Elsaner for several years now. When I joined the council, I was only an oem’ii who had thrust herself into the woes and difficulties that came with the responsibility of the title after months of work attempting to establish friendships with other nations. Despite protests and concerns from my Elders to have someone so young vote themselves for the position, I’m glad I could not be so incompetent that anyone would seek to take the position from me, glad as I would have been at the time if someone better suited had done so. Having seen two previous Elsaner leave so suddenly after their being voted in, and the world around us growing more tumultuous with war on the horizon, it felt that the time to put myself forward was best done then and there. I do ne regret my decision, only my lack of ability after the fact. From the bottom of my heart, ahernan to everyone who agreed to elect me into the position, who trusted me to do what I thought was best for our people and our land. It’s ne an easy task especially during a continent-wide conflict. I’ve learned a lot in my time within the council, working to secure our safety where I could. Ultimately, I don’t believe I did the best I could in my position. The sacrifices and people we’ve lost just to ensure our continuation are a mark against my heart and soul I will never forget. But what I can gladly say as I leave the mantle behind is that I tried and gave it my all. Now as an adult, I hang up the title officially of Elsaner of Iryalen, effective as of the posting of this letter. I will remain with my people, as my heart will always be with the Mali’ame. Ay’Iryalen. Ay’ame. Ay’elame. Always. A Mali’ame of Old Iryalen [!] A stem of bluebells is attached to the letter.

A Mali'ame, freshly dried after an outing which had turned into a water fight, watches the missives flutter about. Even a cursory glance across the writings of the first sheet of parchment she grabs makes her scowl at mentions of questionable topics, ones she refuses to let the children running around from seeing at their young ages. She makes it a task to herself to collect each sheet and soon burn all but one, the last kept just in case and folded. "Best ne have me find you near my home. Your luck will ne last long, if so."

take care fizzy, hope your break is a peaceful one <3

Winter cradles her head with her hand while sat at her balcony, sensing the beginnings of a headache. She decides it better to burn up some green laced with something to ease her into slumber, rather than away from it.

Morbid yet amused is the Elsaner of Iryalen's laughter, handing over the decree to the Eliheiuhii. "Did they have to actually forge your signature to this? Even when they proclaim victory they must lie about their alliances to do so."