CountJuno88

Alras or bust.

This would be good if not for the fact that it is made invalid by secret lore. ((Just kidding! Hopefully the secret lore died with me. I enjoyed this and its depth. I've always felt that the elves never got enough lore loving. This is Countjuno88 and this is my favorite lore post on the Forums. +1 ))

I logged back in just to upvote Aislin's post. Hire me for the 7th time, as well.

*It is a cold and rainy night as you make your way down the road. You hope that the rain will yield its deluge, but no sign of it beginning to slow is apparent. A small tavern can be seen along the way. Light is shining from within, surely a warm fire and a bit of drink might be found there. You duck inside out of the rain and begin to make your way through the various patrons towards the bar. As the barkeep sets down a pint of ale, you take a slow sip before turning to face the fireplace at the far end of the room. Beside it, an aging human male with a long grey cloak hanging upon his back removes a small harp from a wooden case. After he plucks a few notes on the harp for tuning, he begins to play his song. . . http://youtu.be/nDn9q8sr5tA *As he finishes his song, he quickly returns his harp to his case and begins making his way through the crowd, his grey cloak billowing behind him. Perhaps you wish a word with the bard, so you set your ale back atop the counter. When you turn, however, the bard is not to be seen. You rush to the entry of the tavern to gaze out into the torrential rain, but only a dark figure far down the road can be seen before vanishing into the night.

*An old man stands outside the Cloud Temple as the rain pours down from on high. He is dressed in a tattered, grey robe with strange symbols etched upon it in various colors and he holds himself up by the strength of a tarnished staff seemingly made from a once shining metal. The people moving about from shop to shop, trying to avoid the droplets of rain, take little notice of the man as he rambles on. As he observes you watching him, he speaks louder and waves a soaked piece of parchment at you with the fading letters of "The Immortal Lie" written upon it. Will you approach him and see what he has to say? https://soundcloud.com/countjuno88/old-man-rambles-1

I feel it necessary to point out, as one who has consulted on the aspects of Aengul/Daemon ancient lore, that this runs into the stereotypical issue of presupposing that all Daemons are demonic or evil. If one refers to Ancient Lore you will see that any "evil" Aenguls or Daemons had a falling from grace. To make your idea relevant to established server lore, I would suggest adding in the backstory on why he fell from grace and what motivated him to take up his new goals. This might explain the illogical statement as to why, as an Immortal, he claims to not know the Creator, which no Aengul or Daemon has ever mentioned before. I just hope that you had these things in mind when writing up this proposal instead of leaving them wrapped up in mystery. Good luck and take care!

As has been established by ancient lore, the Creator -never- makes any contact with mortals or the mortal realm. The contact made through the Immortals can't even be said to be a direct connection. They only allow mortals to make contact with arcane energy from beyond the Veil which it's origin is largely a mystery to us. We only study it's effect on the mortal realm. Even if it were a connection to the Creator, we could never discover this in role-play.

They say that memories can fade with time. They say that the chaos cannot bind us. They are fools to think these things. Ages come and go and life spins itself anew. What was once certainty becomes clouded with doubt when revelations from beyond the grave step into the light. I thought I walked the path of righteousness as a founder of the United Aegis Coalition. I was assured that I was acting justly as a Sage of the Ascended. I watched my pupils sacrifice themselves in order to foil the plans of Iblees and his minions. I shed tears for each of them, but knew they were not shed in vain. Then the Immortals proved that I knew nothing and my world was shattered. Everything I loved is gone and not even death can bring me solace, but still I hope for tomorrow and search for that which shall bring freedom and peace to all mortals. Gazardiael be damned. I shan't be a puppet to the Immortals' whims. Let the Age of Mortals come. I shall welcome it. I am Martin Benedict and this is my Lord of the Craft.

Minecraft Name: CountJuno88 Skype ID: ski_king has it. Voices you prefer doing: It all depends on the nature of the character being recorded. I am fairly versatile. Sound file (link please): https://soundcloud.com/countjuno88/5th-fragment-of-final-night-memory https://soundcloud.com/countjuno88/mix https://soundcloud.com/countjuno88/orithur/s-tO0UY

You open your eyes and find yourself, once again, in the deep, dark wood. The sky above is crimson as the sun seems to hang in the time of twilight. What is the meaning of this? The wood this time is not so thick, but an eerie red light seems to bounce off of the flora and fauna. That is...not supposed to happen...is it? It feels natural when you gaze upon it, but, deep inside, something is screaming at you that this is not right. Run. Run. Ru--You move forward. Toward the pulsating light in the distance. "Sail the gloom, tis unwise." Whispers hang in the air. Ignore them. Surely they are but fantasies of the mind. This is a dream, after all. You press onward. Something scurries...no, it writhes, in the distance. No time to study it. It is probably nothing. Besides, that light. You must know what it is. It pulls you forward. "Wander not these unknown skies." You gaze up once more. Such a vibrant shade of red. Almost like...blood? No. That is preposterous, of course. Stop getting distracted. Your goal lies ahead, not above. The light. It draws you towards it. "The truth will be spoken in thine ears." A dream, but it feels as if there is some hidden reality awaiting you. It is...absurd, in a way, but why would that even matter in a dream. The light grows brighter. You are getting closer. Keep going. "Bloodless, Godless, the higher: despise." You enter into a clearing. The whispers have stopped. Curious, that. In the center of an expansive meadow, a small, pulsating orb hangs in the air beneath the crimson skies now seen in the clearing of the canopy above. Something seems...off...about this orb. Its pulses are erratic. It seems to glow white, but as you draw nearer, you see a faint, red light deep within. Is this the source of the whispers? Must you know the truth? Do you touch it? https://soundcloud.com/countjuno88/mix

You find yourself in the middle of a deep, dark wood amongst a long forgotten valley beneath the shadows of unknown mountains. You cannot remember how you came along this path into the wood, but here you are, nonetheless. You press onward, knowing that the only way to press is onward. Behind you, darkness. Ahead of you, a faint light. You push ever onward. As the forest gets denser, a foreboding comes upon you. Should you continue? Is your resolve steadfast? Yes...yes it is. Curiosity overrides your anxiety and you push ever onward. You must know what lies ahead. A great sense of urgency causing you to increase your pace. You stumble upon a root, but you quickly recover your footing. Did that root move? No...no, of course not. Better continue. As the forest begins to thin, you see a clearing before you. It seems a small meadow has made its home in the midst of this dark forest. Fireflies hang within the air and cast an eerie yellow light upon the ground. Also hanging in the air, about half a height off the ground, is a curious pulsating orb of light. It shimmers and emits a haunting blue light in a small radius around it. A faint noise eminates from within it...a noise? No...words...They are faint and garbled, but it is surely the common tongue. In order to make it out, you must surely come closer... Do you approach and touch the orb? Do you leave the orb alone?

The same argument pops up time and time again when I see these suggestions being written. "You can't make me do something I don't want to do." In my long history with this server, this has been the slippery slope that has lead us to general indifference regarding any actions which occur on the server. Player wants to RP as a murderous, Elven child of the age of 15? Let him. That's his special RP! Player wants to play a red teddy bear and wander around Abresi giving hugs (true witnessed occasion) Let him! Who are we to deny this person their fun! It seems we have opted for the path of least resistance for an environment which typically allows anyone to do what they so choose as long as they can justify it, which with current guidelines and rules, is pretty easy to justify just about anything. VA's should be few and far between and should require a great deal of effort. That's called having pride and integrity and believing in what you do. "But I shouldn't have to put forth all this effort!" Well, yes you should. The server is placing a great deal of faith in your abilities. There need to be certain assurances in these types of investments. Consequences are necessary for order to exist. Without them, indifference grows and grows until anything and everything becomes tolerable against generic standards and no longer is anything unique. Back in the day, people had pride in their identity. Now a days, I see so many characters that are copy-paste versions of each other. All the same. It's bland. I would even go so far as to say you could get rid of all the races and have everyone become humans over night and no one would be able to tell the difference RP-wise. Harsh words, perhaps, but these are my observations since logging in and observing things these past couple of weeks. Food for thought. Blundermore's on the right path. LotC needs to return some of these old consequences. We might not like it. We might complain, but that's the point. It's meant to hold us to a higher standard. To never settle for bland indifference.

*breathing in the cool morning sea breeze, Malken Valdant stands upon the deck of an Alrasian ship looking towards the horizon where the sun has just begun to crest. As a deckhand approaches him, a falcon swoops down from the low clouds and lands upon the railing. "News from the mainland, Lord Viceroy," the deckhand asks as Malken unties the note hanging around the falcon's neck. He unrolls and examines the note carefully whilst the deckhand shifts from one anxious foot to another. With a heavy sigh, Malken begins walking towards the ship's stern and ascends the stairs leading to the upper deck. "Signal the flagship. Notify the High King that our return has been announced." A crewman standing beside the helm jumps to attention and dashes off to the side of the boat where he sifts through multi-colored flags. Grabbing two blue ones, he holds them straight out in front of him towards the direction of the flagship and then quickly raises them above his head. A few moments later, the same colored flags and motions are relayed back to Malken from the flagship signaling that the message has been received. "Is this really it, M'lord? Do we finally get to go home," the deckhand asks nervously while they all wait for their orders from the High King. "Aye. I believe it does, crewman, but I don't think it shall be the home you remember," Malken replies. "Home is home, M'lord, but it should be nice to stay in one place again. On ground that isn't quite as temperamental as the sea," the deckhand responds with a nervous laugh. Malken grunts in approval as they see some motion upon the flagship. Two green flags held out to either side of the crewman's body. He raises both of them above his head and then points them towards the rising sun. "This is it, lads," Malken announces to the crew of his ship. "The time we've been waiting for since the return of the High Queen to our fleet!" The crew begins to cheer and throw their hats up into the air as Malken navigates to the railing of the upper deck looking out over the main deck. "Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen! We sail towards the rising sun! We sail to Alras!"

6/10 to give you one more than you give! :D

http://youtu.be/K2P86C-1x3o

I vote for Illandris.

*Claps his hands together and lets out a sincere chuckle. "And now you see the so called -truth- behind her intent. Come, my brethren. Let us listen to her unfounded allegations no longer. Malin blesses us this day with true insight and justifiable reason." *Descends the stair as he begins to beckon the crowd to disperse. Before he reaches the bottom of the stair, however, he turns around and gazes intently at the hooded figure. "When you are prepared to grant us truth in the matter, perhaps then we shall listen to your claims. Until then, please cease from causing fear and panic amongst our people for the purposes of your own agenda. Now then. Good day. *Bows his head slightly to hooded figure with outstretched arms before gathering his coat around him and departing from the scene.

*scoffs in disbelief as he listens to their responses. "You know very well this all could have been avoided. They -chose- to get involved with them by going into -their- territory and antagonizing them. It is not our place to ride to their defense when they are facing the logical consequences of their actions. I will not stand for the sacrificing of more lives to defend a cause that should never have come about in the first place. Stop antagonizing the other cultures of these lands, for if you do, we shall not rise up to protect you."