Bircalin

(( I'm impressed by this, genuinely. The High Elves actually roleplay themselves as all Elves should. It's nice to see such calm mannered Elves instead of warmongering '18 year old orphans destined for glory'. Keep up the good work and kudos to you all. ))

You sir. Are a god.

(( Passings of characters in rp, great or small, can be hard and rather frequent. However, no amount of words can roleplay a true loss like this. It truly brings you into the story to share the feelings of loss together. Aegis, Asulon, Earth, grieves together. ))

((1000 Isn't old in Elven. :) )

(( Deco... Blaze rods. OR fear of gold/nuggets/blocks/apples. Ever heard of a Dwarf with a phobia to gold? Of course you have, I just said it :P ))

(( Haha, yeah it's pretty huge! He can make a report, I done nothing wrong ^_^ ))

( Aurea, I was the Mori. - Staadnau. Alan, Mori won't cease to come up as they are VERY angry the Elves intruded onto their sacred hunting grounds. Mori are a people of deception remember! :) Edit: Adding glowstone is going to cause a HUGE anger in Menorcress. If you think it's bad now, I advise you don't add it so freely.

(( You, are a goddess, Aurea. ))

Dash, pearls aren't permitted and the nether is permed, blocks are useless unless you block jump or bug exploit - that counts the bucket.... Cov - who told you so?

( I'm not condoning it, simply regarding it was just a mistake and to be honest, it's not so bad on the forums. ))

(( Oh come on.. There's no use complaining. It makes good rp! :) ))

I am Half Elf, Half Human. I underwent a transformation using Mylas' body. With it I gained the knowledge, experience and lifetime Mylas brought with him. I KNOW how Humans think. I KNOW how Elves think. Bickering like this is NOT an Elven trait. You, 'sir' , need to calm down. Because as I said, I was once Human and I will NOT tolerate anybody slandering Haelphon's capability. Next one to do so will meet a rather untimely fate.

There are few who would complain about this. I know who this was. It's blindingly obvious. Some people are just power hungry, always trying to gain a seat of power or remove others. I'll support Haelphon past death.

*mumbles under his breath* The Wardens...phah.. They're no different than a militia now. Might as well disband.

*grumpily mutters to himself "It's better if we find new land..this place is a chunk of ice, the Undead and these squabblers are the matchsticks.

Bircalin is sitting at home. An icy cold mug of ale in his hands as he watches the embers of the fireplace hypnotically. Indelwehn rushes in to tell him the news. Upon hearing what has come about Bircalin raises his mug slightly, muttering under his breath. "To think the Brotherhood achieved such a feat...to think..."

Bircalin rises from the cow, blade in hand as he scours the carcass for edible meat. Finding nothing he looks onto the coming night. Gazing longingly at the sunset almost hoping any form of food would appear before his very eyes. How he missed his time as a Druid. The abundance of broth, bread and apples. Living from nature was all he knew. He'd become a shell of his former self now. Dousing the sparks of life in creatures, hoping to aquire meat. Realising he'd become deeply lost in nostalgia, he regained his vision to find that he'd been eyeing a relatively large windmill. He began wading through the small bed of water surrounding the tip of the island. Reaching the small embankment of the island, Bircalin noticed he had been here twice before on his travels. Both times he would sit in the canopies that lay at the foot of the island and watch longingly as the inhabitants talked. It had been decades....decades...decades since Bircalin had someone to call a friend. Small talk, how he missed small talk with a mug of ale. Now his days are spent protecting Indelwehn, fending off bandits and assassins. It was the life of adventure he'd longed for. However he now found this life brought his and others lives in danger, it was the life he wished would cease to exist. This third time in Salvus enlightened him. He was no longer a man that could be deemed friendly. He'd become the villain in childrens tales, a man of no emotion and bitterness. Instead of mustering the bravery for conversation once more, the shell of a Human laid a batch of baked bread Indelwehn gifted him for the hunt down on the bank, wrapped in ragged cloth. " Nowhere for me anymore but home.." Bircalin returns to the opposite shore once again returning to the hunt diligently.

( still trade )

Bircalin lost sight of the familiar woman as he entered the dark cavern, clutching the deer calf over his shoulder, bow in the other hand. Realising the calf most likely gave him away as it burdened him, making his footsteps clumsy. He rested it against the damp rock wall as he drew an arrow from his quiver. Noticing the arrows were wet, sodden and useless he carefully laid his bow on the calf. Gripping his sword's handle gently in it's sheathe, he approached the dim light. Curiously peering inside to see the carcass, beside an odd man. Beside the odd man, was the woman he knew so familiar. " Kendra....? " ( Didn't want to jump right in and murder you! ^_^

I'm glad too! ^_^

Needs to go in trade section, not Elven RP ))

People may be changing to Dark Elf indeed. However, as Susitsu said, the Mori'quessir are a race that requires you to fill in an application, upon acceptance you then create your character, name them, their height, their personality, their history, what relationships they share with other Mori'quessir etc. ( This requires you to talk with people you plan on hating/loving etc. ) Even then Serenityonyx watches everyone's roleplay ability. It's not as simple as *race change *now native Dark Elf.

(( It pains me oh so much that these events happen around 3am GMT time... I miss so much..... At the very least when there's school/college/uni the following day. ))

If Al'Khazar could be taken, it shows walls make no difference, if ANYTGING they'd only momentarily halt an assault. Mere minutes.