Gladuos

When Marie passed into the Eternal Forest, abound with life and wonder, guided by the hand of Taynei'hiylu... She and her group had been overlooked by a great, black Ram on distant hills. Its companion sheep were there to welcome them - welcome them home. Then the Ram only nodded, before rushing off again into the Wilds. As Marie welcomed newly passed druids, she'd often see the Ram there too - though it was never close-by. Sometimes, it looked at her with its blazing turquoise eyes, and the lightning around its body subsided. The Ram never stayed to speak, but it seemed calmer, or less intense, whenever it saw her. Like looking in a mirror of what could have been, and being relieved.

How many years until you surpass Dream? Can I have a pepsi? Who was the first person you RPed with? Who is your favorite roleplayer, and why is it me (Jk... Haha, unless?) Are you addicted to LotC and the pain it supplies? Do you know half my questions are just memes? What's your next video about? What was your favorite RP encounter ever? K, thanks. Have a wonderful time

I haven't read this, but my inner extremist druid screams at the prospect of dragons corrupting my good wholesome nature's balance . . . (Aka dragons not technically being a part of the Aspects' 'nature' originally) And my OOC self screams because dragons literally leak into everything in LotC lore, nothing is without dragoon, and the lack of variety hurts my soul Though this looks like a lot of effort was put in, I respect it

Damn. That's some nostalgia, all right. Makes me miss the old adventurous feeling, of when everyone and everything was new.

Phil be like 👁️

Hot damn boi that's a big ass boi. Neat edit: Maybe woulda been best splitting this into several lorepieces and spoilering all flavor entirely

In the deep recesses of an unnamed plane, a soup of ravaged souls swell and fall away in never-ending waves. There is no up, no down, no place where one's feet could ever find purchase. The moaning spirits of long-stolen lives pass by in haunting torrents, glowing in a sickly green hue. At its center lies the silhouette of a massive, black beast. Its eyes blaze through the storm of maleus. "Urbug unmatar ak'viizr... Ze raht zen." Its voice shakes the plane and is reverberated by the screaming souls abound. "Kuul... Zd'zak ikztoz unmatar ak'kiztik."

An ancient sleeping mind stirs at the advent of such a widespread communion. It grumbles with the cracking of branches. An enormous tree shakes the earth in a field of crows. "Brotheh Bluejay..." The tree muses. Then it sleeps again, and all returns to normal.

This video is insanely high quality, hot damn.

[Music] As Arin, Marie, and Midnus each pass on from the mortal realm, their connection to the living forever severed, echoes rush through the natural world. Deep in the Eternal Forest, a murder of crows fly from a canopy surrounding a wide plain. An old, gnarled tree stirs into wakefulness at the center of this plain. The bending and breaking of branches, the low groaning of wood comes out from within. Then a brambled, wooden foot, decorated in leaves, steps out from the trunk. Not long after they first step into the Fae Realm, the group (especially Marie) may see a large ram watching from a distant hill. Black in fur with turquoise lightning coursing down its body. These arcs of electricity strike into the earth, grounding themselves, but continue emanating indefinitely. The Ram only lowers its head at them for a few profound seconds, then turns away to jump out of sight. A herd of bighorn sheep, accompanied by crows, come down to meet with them. They are eager to know them, to meet them, to show them the way as best that they know it, despite the presence of Taynei'hiylu. They are there to welcome them - to ease them home.

Pog Good job, lads

((In-game screenshots are stinky))

Lel Can't believe people think the Void was originally a destructive force of entropy and not just an excuse of a source for arcane magics. It was just a neutral source, then became lovecraft cosmic horror, and seems to be going back again? Regardless, it's a sign of how indecisive void lore is when choosing its theming.

[Music] The demons marched through the islands South of Aegrothond. Beasts of titanic sizes and varying shapes. Hellhounds, apes, and automaton-like walkers loomed over the zar’ei scourgers as they hopped island to island. First the home of the Chi monks was raised in fire. Then they moved on to the Father Grove and began desecrating the nature there. Fires burned high into the sky as the forces approached Siramenor. On the back of an ape-like titan stood the general Tichar, wielding its Mace of Tyranny and directing the forces. Without anyone to protect it, the wood elven city was trampled on and uprooted, homes were broken down and fires raged ever onward. In the meantime, the walkers began receiving heavy cannon and siege fire. Even the demon foot soldiers began taking casualties so close to the edges of Aegrothond, where the descendants decided to bunker down. Demons continued their march into the farms North of Aegrothond despite their losses. The demonic legions’ destruction was not being slowed. Even though the descendants put up decent defenses and pits to prevent advances, the demons laid down entire trees between the gaps to make their way over. By now the descendants could see a cage holding a hostage on the back of Tichar’s titan. Soon the inferi made it to the front gates of Aegrothond and began beating on their gates. Tichar’s ape leapt to the walls, where descendants were counter-attacking with siege fire. The ape began receiving injury after injury, bleeding thick, oozing crimson from its chest. Then an olog, named Droktar, fell from the top of the city of Aegrothond right over Tichar, landing a blow on the general with his weapon. In his rage, Tichar cast the olog to the waters below where his fate was left unknown. The ape began swiping away at the descendants in the walls, taking many out or crushing them. Tichar rose into the air with the aid of his ebony wings. Then there was shouting. “TICHAR, YOU DOG! I WILL TASTE YOUR BLOOD BY THE END OF THIS BLOODBATH,” A voice cuts through the chaos at the front of Aegrothrond. “AND YOU WILL KNOW THE FEAR OF MY LORD, WHEN I COME AND PUT IT INTO YOU!” Falling yet again from the top of Aegrothond came a duo of unknown knights wielding magical blades. Unfortunately for them, this tactic had already been used against Tichar, and so he expected it. Tichar moved aside with a push of its wings, landing a counter strike with the Mace of Tyranny. The mace exploded in unholy fire, causing the duo of knights to spiral to the ground in heaps. The ape below received yet more attacks from the descendants (such as being doused in a barrel of boiling oil), causing it agony as it began charging through the archway which was too small for it. The hostage was released when his cage scraped against the ceiling, allowing him to slide down to freedom. Then the ape collapsed, falling over demon and descendant alike as it slid into the waters of the bay of Aegrothond. It was at this moment the demons began cannibalizing one another. Demon turning on demon, beast on beast. The descendants took this opportunity to cut down on the hordes, resulting in the frontal forces near the gates to disappear in no time. Tichar, however, did not flee. The beast hovered by the gates, its pupiless eyes alight with unnatural fury. The behemoth breathed inward as malefic green flames started building in its maw. [Music] “YOU ARE NOTHING BUT DIRT, WORSE THAN THE WORMS. I’LL SEE TO IT THAT YOU SUFFER THE OBLIVION FOREVER; GONE AWAY.” Its voice a cacophony of men, a choir of evil. Just as Tichar said this, the descendant host exited the gates of Aegrothond. The general stood alone against them with its demons already reduced to corpses and ash. There were dozens of descendants, at least fifty, wielding weapons of all types. Even the siege weapons on the walls were re-manned and pointing down at the zentherak general. Tichar exhaled a torrent of malflame over the entirety of them, resulting in an explosive column of hellfire that took out a large portion of descendants. Tichar was mad, flying and sweeping over all as it released its final attack. Before Tichar could regroup and flee, the descendants rose against him. Many of them escaped the line of his attack, simultaneously throwing weapons, holy spells, shooting arrows, blasting cannons... And in an instant Tichar was obliterated, arms torn from its body, wings shredded by arrows, legs disintegrated by spells, and chest imploded by cannons. “NO! BASTARDS!” Tichar screamed as it fell into the waters below and out of sight. The scream echoed through the city and the gates shook by the force of all the attacks. Many of Tichar’s victims stood by that gate as they watched him fall: ex-prisoners, those maimed by, or having lost loved ones to him. They observed the spectacle of his fall. Blood pooled in the water where Tichar fell, black gore spreading into the bay. The tyrant of terror was gone and did not return. Its forces scattered, the hellhounds fled into the distance, and the descendants won the day. A great victory, at whatever the cost.

Double negatives hurt my brain. Just say “Can only ward/abjure magics you had an MA in.”

An old Oyashiman man made one of his many excursions across Arcas in search of peculiar, interesting things. On such a journey he came across this missive particularly. The thoughts that came to his mind made him solemn and with a stone-like expression as opposed to his usual, boisterous chuckling. He took the missive with him on his journey home. In the recent years he’s neglected to pay his taxes and expects himself to be evicted soon. That is fine enough, he’s decided to go on a long trip to distant lands again. Always a foreigner, drifting far from home. Yet as he packs his bags in preparation to leave, the missive crosses his mind again. Overcome with curiosity, he goes into his basement. Using crude implements, he scrawls the image onto a stone table dimly lit with candles. He expects nothing to occur, but nonetheless steps back to observe.

I didn’t even read dis sht but you told me to comment so hi.

You’re a lil baby boi, but I will give you the rep clout this time.

What the hell Benbo, how do you churn this **** out so fast?

((Tahariae screeches.)) A clerical high elf reads the flyer and sighs. She stands before it for some time and seems to ponder upon it before turning to make her leave again.

you die first

lmao I haven’t read yet but I’m surprised you pinged me for telling you to do it.

My brain is a bit too small. Lemme get it straight. It’s lore that explains if you travel between planes you will be followed by chaotic forces similar in power to your own? More powerful, the greater the attention it harbors? Is that it? ;u;

I haven’t read this, but as a fellow Oyashima man, this looks epic.

I am the boomer. ;u;