Arkelos

This is when I come back completely. Going to have to find me a shop in a few places.

Suddenly interested in brightsteel. No reason.

I never knew I wanted to see a paladin disstrack in my life until just now. Who do I bribe to make sure this passes?

Yooo, as a Druid who uses a violin as her 'staff', I'd love to see this blend well with what I currently got. This isn't voidal right? So I could learn this and use it as a druid?

And signed. Arkelos.

((The following is written by Kyral, through her spotty old lady memory, any inconsistencies is IC)) It began with a single word, a name that came from the lips of a mother. Giving her child a name, she cradled her close, for the only time. She would drift apart from the child in time, but the name she gave her would never fade. The name Kyral Rilann, Born in Aegis, given life by a mother unknown to her. She was either busy as hell or drinking herself into another stupor. Nowadays you won’t hear Kyral speak about her mother, she didn’t like to bring up memories of a woman that would forsake her children for booze. However, as the young Kyral grew up, she watched a land crumble beneath her feet. Aegis fell when she was nine years old. All she could do is leave when escorted to The Verge. The lands between Aegis and Asulon. It was there she worked to help some of those who were in the same position as herself. When the boats arrived in Asulon, something within Kyral snapped. Was it years of trouble, or was it something worse? All she knew that there was a hunger deep inside. Her body and mind calling for violence in the only way it knew how to express it. Her victims at the time were those of The Druidic Order. Hunted them all down like animals, forced them into hiding. All over a book that went over her family’s history, something incredibly valuable to Kyral lost. So Kyral warred against the druids, watching them surrender the Salvus Grove to her and flee. It was at this time that Kyral found interest in James Hightower. A strange human man with incredible humor, treated Kyral from the start as a friend who he was familiar with. And applauded her. She was, however a bit unhinged still, and she did all she could from fighting the urge to snap at him. Why? She asked herself, over and over. When the Asulonian Plague struck, Kyral was immediately shown the grave situation the descendants were in. Like a slap to the face, it snapped her back to her senses. She worked tirelessly to save those she could, finding temporary cures for some folk, but nothing that remained. It was this act that shaped her moving forwards, and gave Kyral the drive she needed to finally return to a form of Normalcy. Strangely enough, Kyral had amassed a small following of different races. Not to say they worshipped her, but she did seem to have a knack for leading. So this group of Goblins, Elves, Humans and a single dwarf began work of creating a place of their own. Buying and taking over lands near the Asulonian Cloud Temple, some lands remained fully autonomous, one entire city became the staging point for the first incarnation of Aeroch Nor. A Dwarven Protected state under the now Paragon, Kjell Ireheart. Things worked out incredibly well for Aeroch Nor, and she slowly became noticed by the same Human who treated Kyral with respect and adoration. He slowly worked towards gaining a better understanding of the elfess, and in time, the two married. It was a rocky relationship at the end, Kyral leaving to protect the children they had together from the incredibly violent side of her that was coming out again. After years of building up nations around her, being blessed by having multiple children. Becoming a cleric and working on herself she had fled due to crumbling under the weight of the stress of it all. Nine Elven Months she remained at sea, passing by many islands, many unseen vistas that she had documented. Her eyes and ears are recovering due to the ocean's gentle waves. Her body lulled in by the sound of the world around her. It wasn’t long until she had received a letter from her friends, telling her about the situation back in Anthos. She decided to turn the ship around, making her way back home where she was greeted by all sorts of people. Some quickly fading away in time, others not so much, finding themselves in Kyral’s heart instead. She lodged with a friend who was near Malinor. Talked endlessly about how she was working to uncover the machinations of The Harbingers. Setherien controlled them, it was certain, but she could never get as far as she liked. Kyral, taking on the responsibility, got a bit closer then she would have initially liked. Being experimented on, retribution came quickly for those that did, for only elven days after did the tower risen in the ashes of old Malinor, did it fall. From there, her trusted allies while she was under the name ‘Naeri’ had come to aid her. The experiments done on her were undone, but like a sunken hole in her back. She would recover nearly completely, but also was scolded for doing such things alone. It was there that the newly named Naeri formed The Scions. Those that would come to the aid of a nation at war with Setherien’s minions.In something that was not done by Kyral’s hands, the four races banded together and ousted the Harbingers and their dragon overlord from Anthos. The Fringes would be the salvation, or even ruin for the descendants. For the Fringe Wars quickly came, and during that, plague struck yet again. Though disbanded, the Scions rallied once more to the holy orders aid. It was to find a way out of the Fringe and To Thales. At Thales, things began to work more towards finding a permanent home. Naeri and the Druids quickly came together, slowly working on a spot near where the descendants had arrived to create a spot where they could all work together to see how the land around them worked. It was to nobody’s surprise at this point that they were pushed out, but by the Aengul of new beginnings, Gazardiel. The Aengul was hellbent on freezing the mortals to death, claiming them to be the reason why so much had gone wrong. With a combined effort, the Mortals left Thales with their lives. The journey towards Athera would be uneventful from this point forward, and once again Kyral bid farewell to another landmass. Her body numb to the sensation of change, it had become too common for her, they appear - they live - they’re forced off. Disbanding the Scions, Naeri continued her work as a Cleric. It was however a bit short lived. While she did her duty admirably, Kyral had those sneaking temptations. To kill, to hunt again. She suppressed it for she had believed that the land was safe this time. Founding Avalon with the Ascended, the town grew. Though, once the Defiler had come back, Kyral knew something had to be done. Foolishly choosing to go at it alone, Kyral joined with the Undead of Iblees to find the weak links in the group. It required her to submit to her darker desires. Kyral believed her reasons to be just, but the Paladins and Clerical figureheads had found her out. She was operating under a guise known as Gida. That she had ‘betrayed’ the orders. Her punishment was deserved, and she woke up with a piece of her missing. While some saw this as a reckless and dangerous decision, it allowed Kyral to operate freely. Passing information to the Druids, even though the Druidess she had encountered was one from her Past. Lilith Winterleaf. One who was at the Asulon Grove. They talked about forgiveness, about redemption. Lilith was not trusting of Kyral and her actions due to previous history, and the only way she’d trust her was to show actual change. So she did, leaving the defenses of the former Dwarven capital open when she knew she wouldn’t get caught. Making sure to purposely maim opponents that would show some risk of becoming a strong member of the Undead’s mortal army. Which was at one point praised by one of the Undead. Weakened, but not at all by Kyral’s hands, the Undead moved their sights to the Druid Grove, where they summoned Iblees to attack. The Druids all protected their grove, but Lillith Winterleaf protected it to her last. The Axe of Krug in Iblees Possession, smashed and broke the three aspect stones apart from one another. The Axe blade shattered and in a flash of blinding Light, Iblees was gone. In time, The Druids seemed to re-emerge from what seemed like a final defeat. The Eternal Forest, afterlife of the Druids, had opened up. Letting one who had moved on, come back to assist. Lilith Winterleaf. Kyral was actually in the Eternal Forest, seeing it all, it changed her. A Mage at the time, she had peered into a belief she thought was like the others, and found out how wrong she was exactly. It was here that she would find interest, and even love. When Lillith Winterleaf came back, Kyral intended to come see her. She wanted to truly make things right, but how? This stumped the Elven mage, former cleric and she needed to decide a proper path for herself going forward. Druidism was a part of her life, the High Elven woman didn’t deny that one bit. She had friends in the order and she could really make it up to them for betraying their trust. How would she start? Approaching the grove, Kyral spotted both the Owl Druid and the Sequoia Druid. Kyral confessed her crimes, admitting she was wrong, and sought help to make things right. Druidism felt right for her to address all the imbalance she allowed to creep in around her. Voidal Magic, Iblees Worship. Those that were no longer around because of what she thought was ‘right’. Though initially denied by the Owl Druid, the Sequoia Druid took her on since she was able to as a Hierophant of the order. Over the course of Kyral’s dedicancy, did she work to make things right. Learning how Voidal Magic makes the world screech out in agony through the use of a Fae Ring. Using the Fae Ring to get used to the sounds of Druidism, without staying in long. Though, a fractured part of her mind created a reflection of itself inside a rock Kyral found. Skipper, the Crass stone was introduced, and this was even before Kyral was a Druid! Some folks tried to snap Kyral out of it, but she didn’t budge. The Pet Rock was completely sentient in her eyes, even though he was a bit of a jerk. Over the years that followed, Kyral experienced a great deal of loss and triumph. Marrying her loved one Lillith Winterleaf. Becoming a Druid, eventually researching blight healing to try and fight back against those that defiled the land around them. Time and time again, did she depart from a landmass with the descendants in tow. Eventually, in Arcas, her disdain for them, with a very select few outside of the druids keeping her respect. She lived the life of a merchant in Atlas, where she and her wife created many instruments both personal and general from their shop. She kept fighting when things looked bleak, but slowly but surely life caught up with her. The warrior she was, was no longer the Druid she was. Her former Totem, Scroll. Now became the Totem of the singing bird The Nightingale. Slowly, her body quakes and creaks, and she finally opens her eyes. The woman she was years ago was not the woman she was today, she was incredibly different. Some might say one was the polar opposite of the other. No matter how you cut it, Kyral was fully in control of her own actions before and after this change. She was a violent psychopath who saw the world suffering, and reflected. Sure, she relapsed once or twice, but it only took talking about the faces of the descendants of Asulon as they were losing their lives to the plague to slowly bring Kyral from the edge. With a happy sigh, she finally realized what she needed. Talking to her wife, they finally decided to leave the Descendants behind and go to the wilds. To see what the world has, to witness nature unhindered by descendant civilization. It was needed, Kyral always believed that the Descendants were to blame for the lands eventual decay or some other force tossing them out to new lands, where the cycle would continue. Like a blaze, consuming everything, There was only one realistic option, to leave them behind and detach herself from the inferno. So they worked, letting the family know of their final departure, telling some they’d like to come with them. Lohrahn, Alessia, Reliza, Sarisa, Mia, Taera and Illern. The party of two became a party of eight, the boat getting prepped for the journey. The three invited non-druids having a task, to restrain both Kyral and Lillith while the other ungrew their trees. A simple task for a druid with the Trust of the Tree Lord, but otherwise insanely traumatic for the Tree Lord that has its tree removed. With everything done, The group began to set sail. Kyral finished up a series of letters for those that remained. Hareven @Keefy Elwen @Roxforbraynz Lilliana @MamaBearJade Norawen @Pillsbury Vailoen @Delmodan To the Current Dwarven Leader @DixieDemolisher The Entire Druidic Order And finally, to everyone else, Kyral sent a letter. ((This is for everyone I forgot. This post is incredibly huge and I don’t want to make it endless)) And with the last letters sent, Kyral and her family set sail to new lands. Far away from the Descendants only physically, for they will all be there in times of need in the memories they built over the nine elven years Kyral has been alive. Should one day Kyral succumb to time, Kyral would enter the Eternal Forest, afterlife of the Druids, and share stories with those dear to her. But for now, the Druidess sings a final song on her boat, violin playing the entire time. The Nine Elven Year journey of Kyral Rilann Hightower Evaglno Winterleaf, Mother, Queen, Cleric, Mage, Druid - Had come to an end. OOC:

Kyral took another moment to pause, another friend gone to the flow of time. Another person she cared for, gone. For all the world’s flaws, she only cursed the world when they took someone dear from her. Was it right? She didn’t care, so this time she muttered a “How many more must go before I am given my final toil? I feel as if I am given life unending just as a means of torture. So I ask again... how many more must go before I do?” she exhaled, closing the note, placing it along with the mountains of other notes, all from friends she’ll never see again. Hundreds, it seemed. She never counted, because that would give her an answer she never really wanted.

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Whats your favorite pizza topping

I miss ten seconds ago, when I still had my remaining braincells

IM DYING I originally thought you were @Telanir and i aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Nobody can top when Rittsy left the admin team on april fools and everyone thought it was a joke and then he never came back and people didn’t know how to react. you still tried.

Option C is a really interesting idea to use for a roleplay server, especially seeing the avenues this can open in terms of RP situations like cart travel and the sort. This could lead to a “Traveling” server where one could pay a specific amount of mina to travel to another town. Take the time to sprint it, reduce a fourth off that time. That is how long the player would remain inside, barring any sort of technical issues where the value of time needs be rounded up. I see option C being extremely beneficial not only in reducing lag, but expanding the canvas the server has to work with. In both technical terms and roleplay terms. You have an opportunity to make something special with this if done right.

Be prepared to rewrite the lore a thousand times over until your spirit breaks and they shelf it. /s

Do you ever think God stays up there in fear of what hes created?

When the letter came to Kyral, she could already feel something was wrong, her eyes closing as she took it from the messanger. Hands remaining solid as she opened the paper, and began reading. The Aegisborn High Elf Druid’s expression was stiff, and a battle of emotions took her. “So she has departed. May my oldest friend rest well.. She has earned her rest.” With tears in her eyes, Kyral moved back towards her home, beginning to plan arrangements for a funeral for a friend who was definitely family.

I have multiple magics with lore already written for multiple types of gray (Not evil or good) magic and neutral based Deific-but-not magics that have been collecting dust. Mostly because I know that they’d be gutted in term of what makes them interesting. One magic was going to make use of a book of glyphs, but a LM quickly tried saying another magic does that so it wouldn’t be unique enough to get accepted. Forget who, they also tried telling me the theme of poisons was somehow a soul puppetry thing.

Remember when I sent you off to go mass pugsy in Aegis since you asked me what you needed to do to become undead? and then the madlad actually did it? Thank you mr dsdevil

An Orc of Aegis greets the elderly Orc into the Stargush’Stroh, The black skinned orc nodding as he speaks in a raspy tone “Lat hab finneleh eurned lats rezt. Led uz peep da fate ub da Uruks.” he says, simply moving to bring Zabgub to his final resting place.