Slic3man

Yum! Snake blood! (Vietnamese)

I'm fairly confident that you can play this without the need for a race lore as its an already existent race (Humans.) Lore isn't really necessary, even if it's a virus of sorts. You could easily just make your character deformed and further deformed psychologically. Meaning you don't really need lore for it either way, but if you wanted them to be prominent that's up to finding people who want to join you in that sort of RP, not making lore for it.

Implemented, enjoy your adventures.

Whitelisted, enjoy your adventure.

+=A Crown Raised in the Ebon Flame=+ The gloom of dusk flickered across the ground, glancing against it with an incandescent paleness. Against the moon’s sheen stood a slight ebony visage, the two differing shades combating one another for dominion. Surrounding the conflict was a variety of foliage, different fungi and leaves ending upon the stone entrance to the cavern. As the figure descended there was a loud clank with each footstep, steel boots disturbing whatever might be slumbering within. The echoing continued to echo along each surface, bouncing upon its walls before coming to an end. Said figure stood firm facing two nigh giant doors, lowering itself to the floor of the cave only to sit before them. Their sight gently dampened, a trance-like state permeating their mind as they began a meditation. That which took over that very same sight flashed before their eyes, a bright but onyx flame shuddered in the darkness; It encircled the brazier it was within, beginning to orbit around the pedestal like a snake coiling around its prey. All it did was continue its slithering, touching the floor and releasing a thick smog of black pollutant. It was as if a grayed mist began taking over the room’s bottom, before it all receded. With much more haste than it had descended, the fog ascended back into the brazier’s clutches, shaking and withering until all that lay before it was a black book. The figure rose from the seated position, elevating their gauntlet to brush along the cover. It was rough but urged them to continue, promises of pleasure awaiting inside. Before long the very same book flung itself open, revealing the archaic pages within, relinquishing its hidden scrawls and innards to the one looking upon it. He stumbled back, robes caressing the smooth floors like a shadow itself; becoming enraptured in the book’s secrets. Stories beyond recognition, knowledge far from attainable by normal means, the only thing to resist was to move back. With that the conglomeration of text slammed itself shut, almost with angst at the mere thought that it was being denied attention. Sanity in question, the helm the meditator donned swiveled to curiously peer upon the book. Though the myriad of stories and knowledge receded from his memories, thoughts still remain provoked by what he witnessed. With a quick and viscious warp his vision returned to the material world, staring toward the doors the visage sought. It slowly rose, the dust caking its black robes only showing the time spent was longer than truly thought. No matter, it was brushed off within seconds, sent back to its home in the abandoned natural tunnels. A feeling of energy surged throughout the being, beginning from its center and coercing itself to the rest of its wretched form. Almost corrupting, if the being wasn’t corrupt in the first place. The darkened armor and robes began to meander back out from the depths of the cave, silence being a welcome companion for the forgotten one. Nonetheless when it rose from the entrance of the cave, once again cloaked in the reflection of the moon, the helm though rusted and in need of repair would be recognized as the once-Gravelord Vinzakra’s. Their gauntlets clutched in an expression, steel stretching like bone and flesh. A new time had come to bask in the mummer’s light of ebon flame, to be made apparent to those across the newfound land. The smoothly scaled book and its secrets, prophecies or not, were to be shown. They foreshadowed a new dawn accompanied with revelations instead of the heat of the sun. Although cold, the awakening winds would be warmth enough for the new dwellers of the world, and they would blow away the intruders. The Arch-Wraith rose from the ashes of another, but like a phoenix, they would rise again; but instead of an orange glamour the new onyx flicker would reign supreme.

Bow chikka bow wow?

Cowherd of Agder, no

[!] A letter is sent to William Harcourt at his nearest disposal, an elephant sigil stamped over the wax embedded in its papers. "To Whomever it Concerns, Greetings fellow brother of the world of Athera. I am an aspiring man looking to become a knight in the coming Saint's Months. This land may be beginning to my journey upon this very realm, where I may begin my life upon this new world. If possible I would like to inhabit this land as a means to create a homestead for myself and possibly others given the capabilities. I am an earnest man, but as a vow I hold no money to my name, only my word. By my honor I may protect the land as if it were my homeland and attempt to earn it through merit. Whether it be for the people who I seek to live there in the near future, or for my brethren's needs. If you so seek to assist me in my endeavor I will be in your debt for a favor, of what I may not know, but the Creator shall see us through. Good luck in your future endeavors, and may the Creator's light guide you. Sincerely, Adrian the Elephant"

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/114866-40-ghouls-playable-zombies/ Always looking for fresh meat, you can message me over the forums if you're any interested, and I can talk about those involved so long as you're interested.

The larger the object the more difficult it is to keep up its continuation. The bigger things are they are less likely to be as dense/hardened. The smaller they are they are more prone to be harder or more dense. So on so forth, a sword made in a hand would be hard, but a tendril may only have a hardened tip akin to a spear. When aura is manipulated it will be used in the process, but it is also taken from the world around it, or from whatever has aura. It'll leech from other aura as its own is manipulated. Of course it all depends on their advancement in the magic itself, and how versed they are in the subject.

As Pops said the title was a bit misleading, but I can see it as a good idea to hide the reports from the players. It'll decrease the amount of drama going on while at the same time allowing them to report those who need to be reported and so on, so forth. I'd support the idea of players being able to make topics in this sub-section, but only GMs and Admins having the ability to see these reports. Whoever takes said report would probably have to make a group forum PM with those involved, but overall it's a good idea. I feel as if appeals should remain however, though the same idea as above. A player who's dealt with the issues should have to appeal in the same type of sub-forum to ensure that it's documented and the other GMs won't have a problem figuring these things out. All and all a good idea, 10/10 would view again.

Sariant Heidmark moves out of the invaded keep, wiping blood from his longsword with a white rag; stained with a crimson ichor. Those living within disabled for now, leaving the Dwarves to their remaining work.

Word escapes the holds of Hansetia and spreads just as those before did, speaking of an impostor robbing people at crossbow point. They say he was captured and put to rest for his crimes.

Sariant Heidmark peered at the man he was near to ending, approaching him in a slow manner. Upon his enroaching movement the 'man' shot for the stars, and soared into the skies above. Later he would take the situation into his mind once more, only reasonable explanation he could think of pertaining to dark arts and the sort. "Praise the light, praise the Creator, and all that is holy to slay whatever beasts still wander with these abilities..." Heidmark would end his silent prayer to himself, continuing to feast with the rest of his brothers; and hope to later ensure that no such being would ever plague the ground, nor sky, a second time.