TheWhiteWolf

Yes 100%

"Battle calls to us once more, let the so called 'faithful' come and test their blade.. we will happily send them unto their divine masters." Astark, Barrowlord of the Fog stood ready to receive any who was courageous or bold enough to test their might.

In Various cities and settlements across the land some may catch the glimpse of a robed figure leaving behind Golden Scrolls, pinned to notice boards all over Almaris. Those who sought to track down this elusive figure would quickly find their tracks fade, as if they had disappeared in thin air. The only distinguishing features being that of luminous golden eyes and white hair, a golden mongoose pendant hanging from their neck. For the curious or those who felt drawn to read these mysterious scrolls they would find the below message. "Are thou lost o' reader mine? Does thy soul and spirit waver upon that thin line between the light and dark, hovering at the precipice of damnation and salvation? Are thou in need of guidance? The path to redemption is long o' reader mine, the path of service even longer.. should thy be without purpose then seek out the forgotten Sage, the one who still carries the burden of a duty long maintained and the legacy of those who came before. She can offer guidance in a world consumed by darkness and show you to the light. Although her name has long been silent from our lips, her love and song still flow through us all.. the Caretaker continues to watch over us dear reader and the duty of those who serve her is never done. Let us walk this path together" Beneath the scroll rests a wax seal, the image of a blazing heart flanked by two winged knights.

The Barrowlord of the Fog prostrated themselves before the Fifth Synod, this singular act heralding a change long overdue. With resounding thuds echoing about those decrepit halls was Astarks throne brought low to rubble, no longer would they walk as a Tyrant but instead as the Shepard of Shepards they were meant to be.

With the death throes of the Barrowlord, the forces of the Light had done one thing.. they had bought themselves time. With the Barrowlords light extinguished from the world for but a short time, the forces of Xion and that of Xan retreated to plot their next moves. Dark days loomed on the horizon, this new Crusade of Light and Dark was sure to be a brutal and bloody affair.

Astark.. that Barrowlord of the Fog did wander the once forsaken and blighted lands. Their radiant form clad in blackened armour now treading upon ground that she had not seen uncorrupted in many ages.. and now with the light of the Sun gracing these lands once more, she was forced to see. A relic of a bygone age of Umbrage trying to find purpose in the light of the Shore all the while the choir of voices continued to rattle her mind with their discordant tones. Slowly, but surely they would lose their grip on their sanity and be reduced to a mindless beast of pain and suffering. But for now, they sat atop one of the mountains and set their gaze upon the land and basked in the dawn of a New Age.

[!] This is a lore-compliant Prophecy, and as such only users with accepted Mysticism, Vivification, Farseer, Naztherak, or Seer applications may bear witness to it. Silver waves lapped onto that distant shore, with the benevolence of the Moon and constellations to guide them. They spoke in a cacophony of bubbling tones amidst the rising foam, the voices coming and going much like the tide itself. “The tide sings its lullaby amidst this midnight sky, the same waves and melody that were shaped by those who had to die. ” The voices sang before cracking into an ear splitting scream as the ocean receded its tides from that once calming shore, leaving the sand barren and dry. Cinders and ashes danced amidst a blazing sky, a symphony of death pouring over the horizon. The dead laid strewn across a hillside, a lone warrior standing at the apex of that spectacle of violence as he heeded his last words: “Woe is this Golden Sky, I take no pleasure within its gaze. The Dark finds itself to deny the radiance that has turned it to a haze.” And so that warrior smiled and took his last breath, disintegrating into the wind along with that mirage of violence into clouds of sand that gathered into what seemed to be a storm of clouded faces. The wind howled as thousands of voices cried out from the many souls trapped amidst that whirling tornado: “Beware the Fog, beware. The light that blinds you casts its glare. The Dark beckons you to the Shore, to deny the invitation shall your death be mourned.” Once the message was conveyed, the tornado would push forth towards that beach and fade amidst the sand. And the ocean would return, singing those hushed lullabies once more amongst those lapping waves. ((Big thanks to Eden for helping me out with this))

Excellent work <3

There 100% needs to be clarification on why she was banned for 6 months without any proof, this is actually ridiculous. Having been working with Twi for quite some time to bring some significant RP and events to the Server, she has proven to have nothing but the best intentions for dynamic RP and has displayed overall that she is a decent person. I know for a fact there are individuals in the community who have done much worse in terms of harassment that whatever Twi has supposedly done and not received any punishment. I generally remain silent and watch from the sidelines, but i had to speak up on this.

7/10 Seen you around

Username: White_Wolf Discord: White_Wolf#6233 Skin Reference: Request 2: Recoloring of a Skin. Already spoke to you about it and will PM you the file. Blue to Radiant Orange. Here is the look i'm coming for:

Some forlorn lord of the undead allows a sickening grin to part their countenance. "Now this.. this does put a smile on my face.."

I've been bamboozled!

The silence of the Barrow had been disturbed, the cacophony of beats akin to drums of war throughout those forlorn halls heralded the arrival of another. One thought lost to time. The ascendant Lord took form, azure mists coalescing into a harrowing figure. Speaking now, a choir of voices poured forth from their maw. "Welcome home.."

Something i'd consider, but timezones would make it difficult to RP with you during the week i'd imagine. Wishing you the best in finding someone to play the character!

Deep within the confines of the world, in the depths of some unhallowed Barrow would this vengeful creature stir from its slumber. Tendrils of sickly cobalt mist snaking across the sodden earth before slowly binding together to reveal the form of the amorphous Wight Barrowlord. "They think themselves safe under the light of the Sun, they think they can march out and rival us in force.." Athough that feeling of uncertainty did linger within their form, they knew what needed to be done. The Barrowlord slowly faded from the sight of Mortal eyes, venturing out into the northern wastes to speak with a titan of her own creation. "The Maleficar and the Aenguls shall be reduced to naught but dust under the Black Sun. We will it so."

-An Artist's Impression of the Strange Herald that is roaming the world.- “Do not be afraid, Child. We are not your Enemy..” The young man had been frozen in fear, their gaze unable to tear away from the armour clad entity that stood towering before them. The cold wind of the night howled around the duo, carrying with it the scent of death. Just beyond the entity lay the bodies of two slain men, seemingly of the cloth and servants of a higher power. The ground was awash in their crimson blood, baptized with the very essence of their life. “Nor are we your Friend.. Mortal Man cries out for help, they languish in their cities beneath the boots of uncaring Masters. They live blinded by the lies and deception of the Aenguls that is enforced by the traitorous Maleficar.” An ethereal mist seemed to drift gently across the ridges and surfaces of the blood stained armour the entity wore, like a tide lapping gently at the shore. It seemed to have no origin other than from within the stygian abyss that resided in the armour. As the figure spoke, it was naught a single voice that was heard, but a choir of voices that spoke in a discordant sing-song melody. The entity came to take a knee, taloned digits reaching out to caress the soft pale flesh of the young man that could do nothing but stand frozen in fear. The entity's touch was careful however, almost nurturing in nature. “We offer you nothing but enlightenment.. we offer you the truth. We will break the Cycle that has plagued Mortal Man for time immemorial.” As the figure rose to its full height, their blackened armour straining with the movement, an open hand would be offered to the young man. “We are your Salvation, allow us to open your eyes.” News would soon spread of this armour clad figure roaming the roads outside major cities, who were they? And what did they want?

Mordskov 2.0? Leeets gooo

Aegis.

10/10 Very familiar with ya from Fenn.

For years had the grand City of Fenn and its defenders been besieged under the relentless assaults of Xionist forces. For years had their skies been clouded and choked with dark magics and fell omens. And in an assault that nearly broke the city and its people, the City endured in victory and its people stood stronger for it. Time was given to rebuild and rearm, time that had been purchased in the blood of many. Yet while Fenn used what little time they had bought, the forces of the dark patiently waited in their Barrows and Crypts.. biding their time and reclaiming their strength. A Prophecy had been cast, and once more did the undead horde slip free from their tombs. The Barrowlord setting her eyes on Fenn and greater prizes once more, with renewed purpose and vigour.

Well damn. +1

Prophecy I: Awakening It was cold, oh so cold.. The North grew weary as that gelid blizzard drew its onslaught upon their stone walls, bashing and tearing down soldiers on the frontier. Cold, they cried as the frost bit their fingers numb, yet a single soul was spared naught against its rage. It delivered the torment it so desired. Feasting upon the fallen. Penance, it whispered as the landscape was littered by the damned and the dead. An empowered might now commencing its gait across the decrepit city it tore asunder from the inside out. Dark, they yelled when their eyes could not see yet there were hundreds of lights that followed its path. Blood tainted banners flew about in flashes of blue and black, tattered and worn from battle. Fear, they felt as ill news of misfortunes were carried amidst those howling winds. Their armies were discarded and weapons abandoned. Victory, sought by crowns drenched in the blood of their own adversaries as the tandem danced in battle within the eye of the storm, letting their swords sing their crescendo. It was cold, oh so cold. For the solace of the sun shone naught ‘pon the frigid calamity. And the last vestige of the dying light was accompanied by the laughter of a dead hungering god.