Bircalin

The Ranger sits calmly beneath the comforting shade of a birch tree, decadent yet sturdy in its age - the branches flowering outwards in weedy veins. He sat with his hood cast back, the cold mask set against his side as his legs sprawled out before him, enjoying the rare feel of the sun's warmth on his bearded face. A sturdy yew bow rests over his lap, adorned in maple leaf wrappings save for the grip, intricate runes and markings etched over the frame, casting an elegant look upon the weapon in exposed areas. His bare fingers plucked at the bowstring tiredly as he rests, a thin white sheen appearing along the string with each increase of tension before slowly fading away as he fiddles with it like a bard and his lute. T'was a moment of tranquility rarely captured in these times - one of self-reflection and meditation. However such precious moments come not without cost; chaos brews upon the horizon like a cackling hag's cauldron. Soon, he will don his garbs once more and face the threat alongside the Wyrmstalkers he had readied, alongside the Lance he had found himself within, alongside the fellow kin of Anthos and lands alike to end the turmoil Setherien had caused once and for all.

I didn't delete or hide it, Nug. You should probably ask if I did first.

You are not meant to be advertising other servers without express permission.

Everyone repeating the same things in repetition isn't going to speed things up. Please, everyone, stop posting the same thing worded in a different manner and just wait for the response. Small note; I'm not an 'Orener' or an 'Orenite' nor am I on any other side, I'm moderating this from a neutral sense. Allow Chi to respond.

Jade, three double posts in one topic, ease it up, please. Thank you!

What about, using my character, Bircalin, for example, a character decided to step down from their position in the Order as a teacher in Aegis? Bircalin has since never strayed from his ways, and still has all of the knowledge he used to. He's simply unpractised.

Only the faint creak of a worn and beaten bow is heard from the Ranger's form as he lay at his back in the crimson grass, stained indignantly with warrior's blood spilled in defiance of the winged beasts. His torn coat flaps briskly amongst the wispy embers that flutter about him, smoke filtering into his clothing as all that is left to do is watch amongst the dead as Setherien makes his leave. "This marks the beginning of the end." He mumbles confidently to himself, spluttering droplets of his own blood into the mouthpiece of his cold mask.

Banned for failing to see true greatness. Yeah I went there gurl.

No forgiveness No mercy! (Welcome, guys.)

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'Staff' are players. They care about what the 'players' think because they themselves are players. Native has been trying his hardest to make as many people as Humanly possible happy with the antagonist - those of a higher rank don't sit in a dark cave plotting how to remove the community they volunteered to serve. Things will be changed, in a way that is intended to improve the general community's outlook upon the antagonist. Your voices have quite clearly made themselves heard and it's without a doubt that there will be a change for the better.

Keep the feedback productive please, everyone. Please and thank you.

I'm pretty sure it would be down to strategy, considering half a dozen people wouldn't be able to pvp people on open-ground. If you are sustaining so many losses, why go for more and then complain you lost so many?

How you doin'?

"Sheer ignorance... It would not surprise me if a Human wrote this..." The Ranger grumbles quietly, tisking to himself in disapproval. "Such brash and immediate change with such little thought thrown behind it. How they dismiss Elven religion is remarkable." He continues, taking to pacing calmly out of the Conclave with a tight-lipped frown. "There is only one Elven king - Malin. Any true Elf would know such..."

The Ranger evidently hears of said house through rumour and street-whispers, taking it upon himself to inspect the home. Unaware as to who the target actually was, he raises his brow beneath the cold, steel mask clasped upon his weary face. He huffs to himself indifferently as he inspects the scene, parting his lips for a moment before muttering to himself bluntly. "Well then..."

The Ranger glances upon the document, humming quietly to himself as he reads with a conclusive nod. "Futile..." He remarks quietly, shaking his head with a disapproving tisk.