The Media Wizard

Amaesil frowns as he reads the missive. "To save one's child is always the best decision. I pray Elysium sees this."

Amaesil stares at his reflection for a moment after the Adjudicator fades away; he was smiling. "So it begins anew. Let my kin ride to whatever end we are called for."

Amaesil nods. "A good step."

Amaesil reads the missive. "Huh. Neat!"

"From Syllana?" Amaesil asked with a raised brow. The courier set the bound letter in the elven prince's hand and sauntered off into the inner portion of Ilandria. Amaesil looked down at the seal. It is her seal, he thought. A sense of dread overcame him, but he pushed it away. Surely this was a blessing — to hear from his sister after so many years. An invite to tea, surely, he thought as he climbed the stairs of the city with the parchment in hand. An update on Yulnayl's lessons in House Magery awaits me, no doubt. Then he read. The elf's lips tightened and tears welled in his eyes. He did not fight them; they flowed freely down his cheeks and dripped onto the red half-cloak he had worn for so many years. Days passed without a single sighting of the elven prince; weeks. A month passed by. One autumn morning, a flock of birds took flight from the Ebonwood and delivered the letters across Almaris. One letter, however, was left unsent. It read... Syllana. I do not know — nor will I ever — why you saw me in this way. You were my sister and I loved you, but the appreciation and care you express for me in these final moments makes me feel unworthy; undeserving. You speak about how I changed your life, but you neglect to mention the impact you had in mine: I had a sister, Yulnayl had an aunt, Elvenesse had a Lady Steward unmatched and Haelun'or lost one of its best. I do not know what led to your fall, but you will be honored forevermore as I breathe the woodland air. Whatever realm you now claim as your home will someday be filled with elves you recognize and elves you do not; however, all will come to honor you and the great deeds of service you conducted in this life. That is all I can offer you now that you have been rescued from these accursed lands of Descendants. I love you, Syllana. Rest now and forever. I will join you in time.

Amaesil exhales through his nose as he reads his name in the letter. "Of course."

Now this is based. This rewrite feels much more interesting than usual magics on the server. It has a very mechanical feel that reminds me of class abilities in Dungeons & Dragons. I pray this gets passed.

Amaesil raises a brow and looks toward the child. "Who are you talking to? Are you all right?" Amaesil then looks to his other side at the other elfess. "I-... huh? Where am I?"

"Ahernan," Amaesil says, accepting the parchment from one of his Templars. He reads it as construction continues behind him. A low chuckle escapes his lips at the conclusion of the missive. "Government-approved merchants," he snorts. "Such an overcomplex system for a useless sanction. I doubt they will be able to effectively implement it. No matter."

Good changes. I hope folks understand in time that these changes are important to protecting minors online and not giving sick f***s an avenue to get their jollies off with child characters. Good work, staff.

Amaesil stands atop the upper ridge of Karinah'siol. His left wrist rests on the end of his hilt and his eyes watch the column of smoke rise up from the city square. "Justice."

“You are conflicted.” Amaesil stared at the cup of warm tea in his hands. Where am I? he thought as he looked around. He was sitting in a stone arbor overlooking a lush forest city. He was in a large, stone keep that had trees and bushes crawling up its mountainous exterior. In front of him was a table and cushioned seats; an elf wearing a crown of bark and berries stared back at him quizzically. “Is this real?” Amaesil asked. “Does it matter?” Amaesil found it difficult to respond. Does it matter? he thought. He felt at peace here, but it was certainly not home; not his home, at least. “You are conflicted,” the elf repeated. He took a sip of his tea. “Of course I am,” Amaesil responded. “She spoke true: what matters more than my family? My nation? Am I truly destined to relinquish these things for my own ambition?” “Your own?” “My own.” The elf chuckled. “I highly doubt that. The path you walk is similar to those before you: Avius, Awaiti and even myself. To lead and to foster a community does not always mean wearing a crown or finding happiness in family, oem’ii. It is not ambition that put you on this track; it is duty.” Amaesil frowned. He looked out across the city skyline. Small shapes moved through the streets and across bridges: elves. There were few of them. “Your halls are rather empty, laurir.” “I am told that yours are, too, these days.” Amaesil laughed at the sly remark. He returned his gaze to the curious elf. “What are the first steps, my King?” The pair spoke for hours. When Amaesil returned, he was surrounded by books and tomes of his own making. Was it real? he asked himself one last time. Does it matter?

I am stepping away from LOTC. I do not know how long this will last. It could be a week, a month or even a year; however, I know I will return someday. I feel obligated to write this post for the people that look up to me and who have followed me on the server for the past few months; the people who inspired me to log on, run events and organize our little corner of elven society. I am leaving for many reasons, but the main cause is that I am no longer enjoying my time on the server. Everything feels like a task; a job. I am taking 18 credit hours, working a part-time job and running D&D for my close friends at my university. I can no longer dedicate 40+ hours of my free time to maintaining activity checks. I love this community, but I am exhausted. All I can hope for is that my legacy (and my character’s legacy) persist; that I am remembered fondly for the work I put in to make your experiences on this game memorable and fun. I am proud of what we accomplished as a community, and my time in Elvendom has been incredible with @TwilightWolf, @Bhased, @RainbowRoad1234, @CorweenieTheJedi, @VoidandNull, @TotallyTayto, @briarthorn, @Mewliet and all of you others that I cannot find the forum names of. Thank you so much. When I return, I will do so in a more casual fashion. I may still organize groups and run events, but when I want to do so; not when I have to. Until then, be safe and make sure you're having fun above all else here. Zilldude

Yes, he did.

In the infinite nothingness, Elmer Puddlefoot drifts alone. At least, though, he would never have to see what darkness had followed after his death. He would have never wanted this! ... but he would never know.

I... I don't feel too good. Elmer Puddlefoot, the kind and gentle frogman, paddled out to sea as fast as he could. Tears drifted away in the salty brine as he swims further and further from the pursuers. Father Circle boats, led by Talim, skimmed the waters of the south sea with spears in-hand. After being insulted and assaulted in the Vale, the kind-hearted wonk was rescued by his valiant guardian: the Battle Chef. Once swords were drawn, the crying frogman was dragged from Mavis Vuln'miruel's arms and beset on by Miven Caerme'onn's people. He was stabbed and soon fell into the river, swimming away as best he could. He would never see his friends again. Mavis... friends! It was all the kindly wonk could think of in this moment. During his escape, he swam to the Mother Circle and attempted to flee to his pond in their lands. Soon after his arrival, Talim arrived and added another stab into the slippery gut of the wonk. With a pained scream, he continued to flee as best he could. Swim, Elmer... swim... It was not all bad. He would soon see the nice, young lady who had given him his famous sun hat! Maybe even other friends. Philip, his husband, would have to come later. So would all of his children; Elmer was a father of many. "Frog legs!" the druids and white-elf lady had shouted. Elmer was enraged by their claims to eat him, and he made his anger known. It was then that they attacked. Battle Chef came to his aid, but that was what led to his impending doom. Elmer's paddling begins to slow. A lot of blood was trailing behind the wonk, and he could not bring himself to anoth- SHLINK. Talim's spear pierced the frogman one final time. He gasped... and began sinking. The wonk's eyes go wide as he sinks low... low... into the depths of the sea. "... Mavis?" Then, the wonk was no more. The Death of Elmer Puddlefoot

The elven prince sat in a small meadow west of the former battleground. His armor was filthy with human blood and dirt. As he cleaned his gleaming, lunarite weapon, he watched the flames die out around Southbridge. "I pray this has brought about a formal conclusion. I do not wish to spill more blood; not for this war."

The prince grimaces as he reads the missive. Then, a laugh erupts from his gullet. "Never did I believe I would wish for the return of the strong 'aheral state. Braxus and his kin are disappointing and sub-elven slavers. Let us pray that they meet their rightful end soon."

Howdy, folks! We have a warclaim going on today. I am praying that we have no further hiccups and that everyone will be able to join. If you aren't, however, I will be doing a livestream of the siege starting at 3:00 PM EST. Hope to see y'all there!

The Fellowship of the West 6th of the Grand Harvest, 58 SA ~ Overview ~ The eastern half of Almaris is embroiled in a constant state of conflict and war. To protect the nations of the west, we hereby enter into an agreement to defend one another should war come into our realm. ~ Idol's Agreement ~ The Crown of Elvendom, the Rexdom of Iron’Uzg and the Kingdom of Elysium (henceforward ‘the Signatories’) agree to adhere to the following article: SECTION I - Sovereignty I). The Signatories pledge to mutually recognize each other’s sovereignty and right to rule over their own people. Subsection I). The Signatories pledge to negotiate the extradition of citizens for crimes committed within the jurisdiction of other Signatories. II). The Signatories pledge to recognize the signing governments as the sole legitimate governments of their nations, to the exclusion of all other claimants. III). The Signatories recognize each other’s land claims and territories, and pledge to remain unimpeded. Subsection I). The internal borders of the Signatories are to remain unfortified. SECTION II - Non-aggression I). The Signatories agree to a Non-Aggression Pact, pledging to neither wage nor aid in any aggressive war against any other Signatory. II). The Signatories agree to exhaust diplomatic options should the pact of non-aggression be breached before further action. SECTION III - Defensive Alliance I). In the event of a foreign power declaring open war on one of the Signatories, all Signatories will respond with similar declarations of war. Subsection I). The Signatories are only responsible for supporting one another with defensive measures. Offensive measures must be discussed separately and are not required by any Signatories. Subsection II). The Signatories are obligated to partake in any battles or raids within the borders of the Crown of Elvendom, the Rexdom of Iron’Uzg or the Kingdom of Elysium throughout the course of a defensive war. Subsection III). If a Signatory engages in unreasonable actions to provoke a foreign power, the other Signatories may choose to remain neutral. II). In the event that a Signatory declares open war on a foreign power, all Signatories are not obligated to respond with similar declarations of war. Subsection I). The Signatories may choose to meet and discuss joining together in an offensive war. Subsection II). The Signatories are not obligated to partake in any battles or raids within the borders of the Crown of Elvendom, the Rexdom of Iron’Uzg or the Kingdom of Elysium throughout the course of an offensive war. IV). Any breach of this agreement by the Signatories will be grounds for the removal of the violating Signatory. Subsection I). The Signatories agree to exhaust diplomatic options before further action. SECTION IV - Duration I). This pact shall remain in effect for a period of 20 years, at which point it must be renegotiated and reaffirmed. Uell ito Maruthiran, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Evar'tir Oranor, High Prince of Elvendom, Prince of Caras Eldar, Praetor of Elves, Adjudicator of Malchediael HIS LORDSHIP, Amaesil Vuln'miruel, Prince of Elvendom, Estelaurir of Elvenkind, Priest of Amaethon and High Warden of the Order Rex Skaatchnak’Izig Dominus of the Iron'Uzg, Jiangu'Lak Motsham Al-Uk’Lur, Elder of Clan Lur Eugeo de Astrea, Duke of Elysium Aylin Reede de Astrea, Heir Apparent

11 of them. Looking back on it all, I believe that Asulon and Anthos were my most enjoyed maps. I think it was because I was much younger and capable of just... playing. There was very little OOC for myself and I really felt like I could just enjoy my time without commitments or expectations. I was a terrible roleplayer, though, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Amaesil Vuln'miruel, my current character, is unironically my favorite so far on the server. My second favorite was Azoth Hawksong, an elf who had the unfortunate curse of being played when I was really into Hamilton. We don't talk about those days. I do not know, but I am sure it will come up in therapy. 1. Probably. 2. Probably Vytrek. 3. Walk into the sea.

Ten years, four days and a handful of hours ago, I joined Lord of the Craft. I had started playing Minecraft the year before and had paid real money to play on Tales of Mel-Lenxia: another popular roleplay server. When it shut down permanently, I decided to come check out this place. Needless to say, I've stuck around. I joined roughly two weeks before Aegis ended; I have been a part of every major map since then. In the spirit of this horrifying achievement of what I can only define as a Stockholm-esque dependency, I open the floor to you wonderful folks to ask me questions about my time on the server. Thank you.

Prince Amaesil smiles softly as he reads the missive. He pens a short response. "The sun shines brightly this day. The heart of the mali’ame has been returned to its rightful, ancestral home at the center of Elvendom. The natural world sings out in a joyous choir at the arrival of these faithful servants of the Aspects. The Circle of Crows has the utmost support and protection of the Princedom. Asul lente karinto."

Prince Amaesil reads over the missive with a faint smile. "It is good to see our neighbors doing good work once again. I think I might drop in."

"Another joins the struggle," the elven prince says as he sets the missive down upon the railing of his window.