The Media Wizard

Amaesil wanders the reclaimed halls with his sword lifted above his head — the star steel blade illuminating his path. He finds a small, wilted grove in the recesses of the citadel and sheathes his glittering weapon. "What tales they must tell," he says, running a hand across the cracked trunk of a tree. "And what legends they will come to see."

Good afternoon, everyone! This is just a post to ask a simple question — what from Lord of the Craft do you think would make a great addition to Dungeons & Dragons? The lore and magic systems from this server are very unique, and I think that a lot from here could be turned into really amazing monsters, features, subclasses, and magic items for D&D 5e. I'm curious to see what crazy, off-the-wall things you all think would make unique additions to somebody's D&D campaign.

The Prince stands atop the Tower of Courage and looks out across Fi'andria as the red rain falls. His cloak is drawn close and his brows are knitted together. Fear was uncommon to him in these days, but something dark had occurred — something that he could not yet comprehend. As he watched on in dismay, he felt his heart grow heavy and hard... ... where were his Templars?

To the former denizens of the Ebonwood — The news of your realm's disbandment was sudden. I write this short missive to achieve one purpose: to explain. The Ebonwood was in great danger. Minuvas Melphestaus' self-anointment to "Speaker of Malin" soured the moods of elves across Almaris. In an attempt to silence him, assassins of Elvendom were sent to butcher my close friend. The rage I felt for this kinslaying was only surpassed by one other thing: duty. The Ebonwood cannot defend itself. When Oren rallied its banners, only two of us stood against the dwarves. At the conclusion of the Orenian Civil War, the woodlands would have garnered wrath and ire from both Oren and the other elven nations. Soon, the Ebonwood would be at war without an army willing to defend it or councilors willing to lead it. And so, I disbanded it. You may think it cruel or unjustified, but the alternative was utter annihilation. I pray you all see that some day. For now, take pride in what once was; find peace in the lands beyond the Ebonwood. Aspects guide you all. Amaesil Vuln'miruel, Prince of Celia'nor and Estelaurir of Elvenkind Priest of Amaethon, Templar of Courage and the Oak Druid

THE DISBANDEMENT OF EBONWOOD I, Amaesil Vuln’miruel, by the authority of Regent Veronna Heial'mal Valmi’uhier of the Ebonwood, hereby declare that the Ebonwood and all Her territories and holdings are disbanded. The elves of Her realm are pardoned from their oaths and loyalties to the Ethereal Council and the Princep. Furthermore, all titles and claims given or asserted by all members of the Ebonwood are hereby revoked and dismantled in perpetuity. The land will be left vacant for any who wish to claim it and, so, inherit its doom. To the elves who remain — return to your homelands. Defend your livelihoods elsewhere and walk amongst your kin once again. Aspects guide you all. Veronna Heial'mal Valmi'uhier, The Last Regent of Ebonwood Amaesil Vuln’miruel, Former Prince of Ebonwood and Estelaurir of Elvenkind Priest of Amaethon, Templar of Courage and the Oak Druid

The issue is not if the player has changed their ways. They were welcomed back to a community where their former victims still are active: a community the victims thought was safe to remain in after his ban. That is unfair to those who were affected. This Admin Team decision is akin to firing someone at a job for harassment only to hire them back two years later despite their victim still working there. It creates an unsafe and unfriendly environment. Period.

CALL TO THE COURAGEOUS To those of strong will and character — There is no greater power than that of your own. Courage, bravery and persistence is what gives us the strength to enact the Will of Good; to root out Evil by the stem and purge it from our world. The Blessed TEMPLARS OF THE WHITE FLAME are here to do just that. Be you someone of renowned character, justice despite desire and bravery unparalleled, you will soon be gifted recognition in the eyes of MALCHEDIAEL, THE AENGUL OF COURAGE. Travel westward to the glistening Temple of Radiance where your skills and might will be measured against the vigor of our Order. Should you succeed, you will be granted the radiant powers of the Aengul and brought forth on the path to Righteousness and Clarity. Come, Wayward Champions of Courage. The time to bask in His brilliant Light is upon us all.

A small frown forms on Amaesil's lips. "Aspects guide you, llir."

This "sit down and shut up" mentality is abysmal. I am glad you are no longer on the Admin Team.

What a weak, childish response. If you erect any more strawmen, you're gonna have to get some farm land.

Twenty days ago, a petition was submitted to the Admin Team. The petition was in regards to the unbanning of a player formerly removed for harassment. This unanimous decision by the Admin Team allowed this player to return to the community where many of his former victims still play, and thereby made an unsafe environment for them. Despite this, the Admin Team claimed the following: The petition has 38 players supporting it — a handful of which are staff members — and it has been flagrantly ignored for the past twenty days. I know this because the document is locked and requires permission from me to view it. To this date, no requests have been made by @SquakHawk (the staff member I sent it to) and the Admin Team to view it. Admin Team — you have stated repeatedly lately about your commitment to safety on this server. The absolute least you could do is not ignore your players when they raise genuine concerns. Thank you.

The elven prince walked the streets of Providence in a daze. His heart was heavy with the loss, but it was not a feeling a long-lived being was unused to. As he passed beneath the overbrush, he wiped away a falling tear. "Rest well, oem'ii. You will forever remain in my heart as the young girl who sought to understand the world outside your own walls. Ame nae evareh, Anastasia."

Amaesil frowns. "What... is a Krugmenistan?"

Amaesil smiles. "As I said. It comes naturally to the foxfolk."

"What will they do? They refused to fight us in their own walls; do they intend to fight us in ours?" Amaesil shakes his head and folds the parchment in two. Such falsehoods would hold no sway over the elves of Celia'nor.

A sad smile comes to the elf's lips. "Aspects guide you, old friend."

"Thank you to the Staff for this honor. I have always wanted to be a vessel of love-"

Fox approved.

Amaesil frowns as he looks at all of the reference information. "Is this missive open note?"

"Filth in the streets?" the elf asks. "That is what you get for not letting the wood elves become state-approved merchants for their tree-based toiletries. I pray parchment is not too rough..."

UNITED IN THOUGHT It is a joyful day for the Ebonwood! On this day — the 9th of the Sun’s Smile, 69 SA — the Conclave of Ebonwood voted to amend the Balance Compromise. In its place, my Balance Law now resides: In the chambers above the great hall, the leaders of the woodland voted unanimously to pass the law; however, votes were changed when the request to announce this as a unanimous decision was proposed. Some of my peers saw this as undue strife or bragging, but I see it as something much greater and stronger: unity. We did this together. The sons and daughters of Malin — druid and mage alike — brought lasting, safe change to the woodland and found common ground beneath our feet. Every voice spoke; every voice agreed. It did not last long, but such is the way of politicians. The future is brighter today. The natural world is protected and the mages are granted a new, safe path of practice. Ay'elame! Amaesil Vuln'miruel, Prince of Ebonwood and Estelaurir of Elvenkind Templar of Courage, Druid of Oak, Priest of Amaethon

A small frown comes to the elven prince's lips as he reads the missive. "The people of Vortice have always been good, kindly folk and allies to my own. Perhaps developments have come, but were they not protectorates of Urguan? Have the dwarves entered the conflict?"

Prince Amaesil Vuln'miruel ascended the newly-set stone pathway in the western mountains of the Ebonwood. Arriving at the summit, he finally unfurled the missive in his hand. After finishing his reading, he folded the literature and tucked it away with a labored sigh. "... Too often do honied words make us forget reality," he spoke out into the sky. "Might is governed by goodness and a willingness to sacrifice for the betterment of all. Too long have the pious high elves preached both "progress" and "tradition" as if they were not the inverse of one another. I have seen the vile nature of their traditions, and I prayed for the day that the long-practiced evils were met with ferrum and elves courageous enough to wield it." "Evil," he repeats. "What is evil was the burning of my colleagues for finding happiness outside their walls. Evil was pretending that no fouler thing existed than those willing to decry Braxus. Evil is using democracy to veil tyranny." "Let these elves know what now awaits them: armed resistance. A new age comes upon elvenkind, and those who wish to return to the sub-elven practices of those who came before will be met with the swords and shields of true mali."