nepir

(The seal had a magical glow to it.) A new home As it stands many of my people are aware that Soleaum or Sol was raised in the aftermath of war. Many of us have grown weary of the constand wars. We settled in the far corner of Lurin. a place where we thought to rest and remain clear of war yet.... With Lurin turned to rubble, I went on to the roads. and had gotten offers of all types for sol and its people from continuing the vassal to merging with others. Many wished for us to continue to maintain Sol as a vassal, a place for those wounded and tired to rest. I ask all who remain with us to pack their things and move to urguan. Reach out to me so I can extend to you its location. This is not only for those who have been by my side in sol's birth but extends to all those who roam the roads insearch of a place to rest. and seek shelter from the constand termoil. Signed: Nepir Rosalis Magi and elder

A very particilure deamon inspects the missive its jaws parting teath gleaming in the moon light. "Did i just accidental a hunt, Awww cant beat the real thing so we kick the imp's. I think I found a personal toy chest. I do wonder if my little princeling will be upset with me. Naaa" Looks to the corpse beside him poking it in the eye "Snack time...." Inspects the corpse giving a shrug "Unseasoned maybe there guards can sprinkle more salt at me."

I like this. I am also working on a system akin to this very nice to see the idea is all ready beeing pushed forwards.

Good day, It seems you are planning quite a feat. and I like to hear more. Please reach out to me. The name is nepir rosalis. I can both aid magical and alchemically *The parchment had a faint silver glow to it when it arrived as the seal was broken the glow faided.*

I know the pictures I See the lore. hope to see them roam the world soon +1

(The missive was spread far and wide across Aevos.) It's been some years that I have remained low and out of sight, For better or worse. As it stands many of the people I used to council and care for have left the lands, setting off for better places. I nepir rosalis, Will extend my services one last time from Soleaum a vassal of Lurin. A hunters guild It's been becoming more and more apparent the art of hunting and fighting invasive creatures has long grown stagnant. Using my collection of constructs I have located a good amount of troubling predators that are becoming increasingly destructive to its environment. Armaments and tools Many a beast carries parts and pieces that can be crafted into armaments and armor. We shall aid those who go on the hunts in forging these pieces into weapons and tools they wish for. (Player events can be requested, we do both common and monster hunts. reach out to nepir) For those of more magical inclination I still teach magic be it, I have been wounded by a student I will not name for the are aware of their own actions. 2 fire evocations 1 sensory illusionist These will be the last I impart my arcane knowledge to. *A map was on the back, guiding people to soleaum* (X:3503.500 // Z:703.500)

last time staff started playing surgents. It looked like a toddler with a powertool. cutting and gutting a piece of the server that at this moment has healed like a wound that had salt rubbed in to it. As it stands ooc is hotwired in to every part of the server. because the old mentiality is gone, One I was raised on in this server. power is every thing now. What is roleplay to you to people on the server. It use to be a character living there lifes making a story afcourse we had the new roleplayers going with the I AM A RANGER! I AM A WARRIOR! and the were shown through roleplay there is more to it then that. Conflict pvp it was a small part of the server because people found joy in beeing a farmer a baker or smiths. Events were there to entertain the more combat inclined players. You cant fix this easly and its a delicate thing to change a servers mantality for starts, give people room to again go in and kill some thing create a big bad enemy. many nations who sit idle for a long while will grow stagnent and start to bleed. Mina and players. Because on every turn its getting picked at the NLs are told enterain your nation. and scheming oocly to set up a war because you oocly know the NL of Nation 1 and 3 and 2 in the middle of it is new or based on rp more then pvp. lets go kill it for reason X Y and Z because then we got some thing to do that will spike our activty seems like a really nice way to do so. there is so many things that presure NL's and players alike to grind and oocly communicate. I have made it explisitly clear DONT ask me for magic oocly I will put you on my shit list and not teach you magic. There has been 1 player in all my time on this server that did not metagame and still found me in rp and ask to learn magic With proper rp. and I did teach them because the proved to have 1 a character with a proper motivation and 2 not to metagame. I took a solid hour and a half to write this because there is so much to the proverbial iceberg here, And I have a habit of sending my foot through the door harder then most people can take. I all ready tuned down the first part of this poste 8 times.

As the information reached him he sat down exhausted beside his trusty scrowl inspecting the latest information "pfff you youngsters give me a lot of worry. Granted i was the same." Looking out over the water the steam had settled cooked fish floating around the boat. "fight untile body and soul give out."

*Watching the skys, a elderly man chuckled before returning to his walk. a smile resting on his face* "A anchient happening, one can not distroy evil compleatly. as can light never be fully Extinguished."

Looking over the papers a soft but knowning smile apeared on his face. His finger running over the paper. "Trust is a fickle thing, she did not apply her magic. Yet i can see the lack of teath both there and here now. Fight or flight." places the paper on his desk "the child was not ready to face this. And try's to flee. Yet with this making packts or other documents will no longer be a easy feat. How can you trust her after seeing this."

*A voidal flame iluminates the haggered tome hidden away in a darker corners of the world. his eyes scanning over it a smile cracks on his face.* "A elders wisdom a teachers writing. I wonder were this believe will grow roots."

*A Battered piece of paper reachers his office, as he pondered on projects and idea's for the future, his eyes glancing to the paper. before snapping out of his growning innoyance with a particilure problem. taking a sip of his tea he start to read his brows furrowing ever more as the text continued.* "There she is, there is lady time. now hohkmat show me that cyicle of history can be broken. her lashings are troubling and have taken many guilds." *Folding the note he took a large tome the cover made up of wood had taken the beating of time a dragons head faided yet prominent. the parchment was placed deep with in its collection of notes and memorys as he closes the book* "Wishfull thinking on my part.... perhaps?" *Looking to the little ferret snoozing on his desk he pet her letting out a sigh.* "One last beast of time remains slumbering may that beast remain so for eternity" *With renewed vigor he returned to his projects.*

*Inspecting the invitation he shake his head.* "Incorrect name, How ever it is good to see them getting married finnaly."

Sitting at his desk in vikela A old tome resting before him as he inspected its contents haggered by time, he glance up as a note of the news reached his office. "Xan... I cant say what the rite of passing is to them. how ever I shall not wait to hold my own" Grabbing his Cloak and staff he make his way outside a rain greeting his exit. "How fitting, even the skys weep for her"

*Takes the notice to vikela the elder mali walking casualy reading over the paper* "hmm I am sorry my old friends. It pains me that your wisdom did not pass down as water flows down the mountens. gimli metal fist... jorvan starbreaker bjorn cottonwood, kazarin.... to see a master to take your seat, it warms my heart yet it is not his place to make the jugment and I can not intrust my gift to you. to a king like this. "