Eleatic

I like it. (Elder Monk Jae from 2.0/2.5/3.0/3.5, here. No longer play on LoTC).

'Axios' Tythus and Telanir are Orthodox christian evangelists CONFIRMED

((Considering the current war claim, this will be rescheduled for next week on saturday. Same time)).

The rusted sovereign of Anthos grumbles. Its helmet drifts upward, gazing at the stars. Its makes a sound more akin to a screech than a laugh. The figure remains there, still for a few moments. At once it moves to awaken once again, pounding through the grass and the dirt of the trail, intoning three phrases again and again as it goes. "Nunc..sentio me damnatum esse. Sit novus dominus bonus illis sub eo..ave dominum verum, censeo. Nunc..exeam." (OOC: good luck to you, guys, AND, for the plebs who don't speak latine: "Now, I feel that I'm damned. Let the new lord be good (you might say generous/fruitful) to those under him, hail the true lord..I suppose. Now...let me go away (indicating departure/relief/dissolution of responsibility)."

Below the notices are an addendum, newly penned. "There'll be free ale after the meeting for all attendees."

Throughout the dwarven capital are notices written with the seal of Da Kirkja Dverga. "In the name of the Brathmordakin, the most beneficent, kind, and supreme. In the name of Urugan, the all-father and our progenitor. Thus have these words been penned, in aversion to Khorvad and with respect to Dorrmar. Faithful of the city, hear the good word of Yemekar. Our faith has fallen into disuse and misrepair. The faithful find refuge in a place tearing at the seams, unfit to repel the heresies which plague our world. Only in a perfect and genuine unity can the faithful defeat such sin and godlessness. It is thus written that in several stone days(May the Seventh at 5:00 PM EST), a convocation of the faithful shall be held. This meeting will be open to all, but is intended only for those who hold a true faith in the Brathmordokin. It will begin with a devotional to the Brathmordakin and be composed of a discussion on the state of the faith. In the name of the Brathmordakin, the most beneficent, kind, and supreme. In the name of Urugan, the all-father and our progenitor. Thus have these words been penned, in aversion to Khorvad and with respect to Dorrmar."

"Come one, come all! Everyone is welcome! Do you enjoy flights of fancy? Do you enjoy stretching the limits of your imagination? Do you wish to portray characters entirely unlike yourself? Well, then I've just the thing for you! In an Elven week, on the day before last, I'll be hosting a game of relatively simple depth and construction within the temple! You'll be ought to provide your own amenities, but the good times are free! Post a message below this notice to indicate your interest." - Elder Monk Jae of the Order of Wilven Adonan OOC

GENDER: Male SPECIES: 'Dark Dwarf' (Doomforged) CONDITION: Alive DESCRIPTION: If there were a king of the pygmies, it'd certainly be Edhekal. Standing at around 3'4, this dwarf seems to have inherited few (if any) of his bloodline's advantages in regards to stature, having grown only outwards since puberty. He has a bundle of dark ginger hair and a long, braided beard. His eyes display the typical doomforged abnormality in regards to coloration, but he has taken to growing out his eyebrow hair to avoid standing out. Beside his physical appearance, Edhekal is utterly crass. His voice, while maintaining some semblance of composure and learning, is grating on the ears, having a thick accent even by dwarvish standards. If, perhaps, one feature is to be noted especially on Edhekal, it's that his right arm is a good half-length longer than his left; when the Creator was playing straws for newborns, Edhekal was drawn up short. PERSONALITY: Gruff though he may be, Edhekal maintains an air of kindness. His demeanor is less temperate than his fellows, though he carries with him the flanderized anger common to his kin. From the blood of Yorri, he is an erudite lad, constantly seeking to increase in knowledge and aid others thusly. To Edhekal himself, all of this comes secondary to his faith, a rigidly devout man through and through, he considers himself something of a contemplative (though that's far from the truth). ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good PROFESSION: Edhekal is, by trade, a smith, though he has found employment as both an initiate of the Dwarven Clergy and a Grunt of the Second Cohort.

This has always been a bug with chair plugins, going back to 2.0, no?

On the road, strewn about, is a parchment, stained by time and handling. The worn and faded insignia of a devotee off the trium Tahriel is printed unto it. It is written in a strange language, though a translation into the common tongue is printed below. With any guess, it's an antiquated devotional, or perhaps a funerary requiem, to the strange gods of the Wilven Monks, the Triumvirate. "O·pulcherrimī·dei·videō·ad·vōs·et·orō·vōs·ut·tibi·vitam·aeternam·dederīs·Sed·hoc·est·non·fuisse. Olim·olim·vidēmur·a·vōs·nunc·sumus·sōlus·Nunc·vōs·occīditis·sicut·solem·occīditis·in·umbram. valē·mei·domini·domini·vitae. valē·mei·ūnicī. valē." "O, most beautiful gods! I look to you all, and beg that you might give unto me life eternal; but this is not to have been. Once upon a time; once upon a time, we were seen by you, now, we are men alone. Now, you all set just as the sun; you all fall into shadow. Goodbye, my lords. Lords of my life. Goodbye, my beloved(s). Goodbye!" (No real significance, just a brief crappy Latin composition.)

Κύριε, ἐλέησον. In all earnesty, rest in peace, Watyll. You were an amazing person, an amazing player, and your passing is a loss for the world overall; not just LoTC. A brilliant light goes dark with this tragedy.