Rutheniel

*Rutheniel pens a small note and ties it to a bird, hoping it reaches its destination true* I have reached Ceru, yet it seems abandoned, I will sleep in what I suppose is the inn until further notice. ~Rutheniel of the Old House Alektanda

Otrials

Well this is truly maddening... An elf killing another elf... For without just cause. Intolerable is is. Blast it! -smacks the side of his fist against a nearby tree as his eyes start to glow a faint blue- The Undead are damned enemy, not our own kin. We should be trying to extinguish their lights, not each others. And yet no one seems to know better and we always end up squabbling over one thing or another in this not so graceful plan to destroy the undead! I can say, without much doubt, a day will come when decisions must be made and be acted upon in an instant, none of this drolling on and on about how we must do this first or that last. I will not be surprised if Laurlien will burn whilst the Princes and Princesses squabble about trying to get something done while the forest caves-in atop them!

-You find a somewhat well-sized book resting on your bedside; Opening it up, you notice the massive amount of papers sticking out here and there in between pages; Intrigued, you start to read- The craziness I once felt that day, that one day, it seemed so, oddly enough, right... I can confess, for a good at, what I guess, ten minutes, I was well and truly mad. And it felt wonderful. A red haze enveloped me, but I saw clearer then I could ever see before. I fought not only with my bow, but also with my rage. My rage... It seems so willing to be unleashed when I experience pain inflicted upon my flesh... such primordial thing it is... and yet once again it felt so right. I could tell who was the threat and I felt that I could take his throat and rip it out without consequence. Yet still, I felt compassion for those I defended, I could not bear to see them hurt, and yet still could I speak clearly enough, insane as the words I spouted sounded. I felt like a wolf, hunting in the night, a primordial being, a being with the rage of molten rock, but with the patience and cunning of cold stone. And again it felt amazingly right. I felt filled with complete and utter rage, a thing not to be messed with, a thing wanting to be drenched in the blood of his enemies. It still felt wonderful. Yet in the eye of the hell-storm, there was a piercing calm, a perfect clarity, knowing when to strike and how to. And it felt right. I dodged so many of his sword strikes, until I eventually came to pierce his eye with the blade of my arrow, stabbing him right in his iris, my hands holding the shaft of it. And with that it ended. The game was done, the pawns spent. And yet, the person who I thought was done for, had yet another ace in his sleeves, a friend, a friend who forced me away, and so the one who caused so much hurt, hate, and rage escaped from me. And so I ran, not wishing to hurt anyone else who was not involved. I fled, I fled deep into the forests of Laurlien... -You try to read further, but you find that you cannot open the pages further, at the bottom of the page you find written in much more recent ink- 'All in Due Time' OOC: More to come soon

The Worst has come to pass... Yet I see even blacker storms on the horizon... The game has been set, the table is ready, yet what are we to do... I can tell you what we must do... we must strike the undead now... Before more cities fall... And If only I could say how...

Oh! Update! Zombie Pigmen now turn into Blazes After Sunrise.

((I thought Blazes Spawned naturally in the nether... Oh well, at least now they spawn in the Verge..))

Looks about, the roar near untolerable, and he lays his eyes upon the pitiful, twisted creature. Rutheniel freezes up, and hides quickly from sight.

HOO-RAH -Fist Pump- Lets Keep This Going On To The End!

A Tavern has already been established in Ampteris, it's name is the Morrow's End. I am sad to here it will be rather hard for us to meet face to face. Perhaps I could find you near the end of the next Elven Day? ((One Elven Day= One Week. Meaning Could We meet up on Saturday?)) -Rutheniel Alektanda

((I am usually online between 5:00 and 9:30 EST)) I hope in your travels you stay safe, I simply wonder, will you be asking for pay from me to be growing wheat and other such items, or would you simply journey outward and sell them in say Laurlien or Al'Khazar? May Fortune Be Found, -Rutheniel Alektanda

I can probably offer you a job, by the Sages, I'll even give you a house to boot! I have a town you see, a town by the name of Ampteris. Though a bit out a ways, it is a very peaceful place, perfect for some like yourself aye? Simply contact me, either face to face near Laurlien or the nearby Treetops Inn, or simply send me a pigeon. May Fortune Be Found. -Rutheniel Alektanda ((Rutheniel))

-looks up as a formerly pinned notice flies into his face, nearly making him fall off the road- What the-?! -Pulls Flyer off of his face, then looks it over- Oh? An Bit of a Show going on at an Inn? I guess I should go... I certainly do have a few things I can perform... -Laughs, then lights his pipe, igniting the page as well, and watches as the burning ashes scatter about in rings and clouds-