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.

6 hours ago, TwiSama said:

A lone chieftess picked up a wandering flyer, taking a read in disgust “More lies are told from those we call family, this is too early. I already know the ending to this one…”  Nailo Kanavainua then ripped the partchment before leaving that nation, heading back to her home in the Vale, mumbling out “He’s worse than Ulfr, don’t die Melawen.”

Amaesil raises a brow and looks toward the child. "Who are you talking to? Are you all right?"

2 hours ago, Sunflower said:

The invitation arrives up in the cold North and is read by the elfess in pure and utter disgust. Rina paces over to one of the wooden beams in her training area and pins the msg to it with some jailors moss. Stepping back she grabs a hold of her throwing knives. “I hope this marriage fails as it is only happening for you to gain more power Kosher.” Upon speaking his name with such hatred the elfess throws the knife and it embeds itself into the invitation. “Two fuckin years ya saw this woman. We were dating for years ,years, yet the moment you are offered something more than what ya have ya leave what ya have behind. I loved ya but ya used me and threw me away like trash.” Another knife lands in the wood just to the right of the first. ”Kosher  you don’t ‘settle down’, I wonder how annoyed she will be when your off with another leavin her or maybe she doesn’t actually love ya either.” she scoffs at the thought, her last knife landing under the first one thrown. “First off I am Rina D’Avre of Fenn not Elysium, you should have known that. Second ya only want me to go, yeah no I am not stupid you banished me for bein pissed at ya leavin me and Fal. Third you want me to go to a place where I am banished from to a wedding of my ex and ex boyfriends wife, f*** no that’s called a trap.” the elfess takes the knives out of the woodland takes the paper before moving to the fireplace and throwing the parchment it. She watches the paper burn with a bit of satisfaction…

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."

3 hours ago, Gemini said:

“I am sure the Uruk of Haelun’or would be more than glad if one of their own would reside within our walls with them. It is a shame innocent beings are discriminated against for simply being what they are.” Said a Haelunorian high elf, Usamea An’asul as the missive found its way to her. 

Amaesil blinks.

I will be teaching them. Here is my TA.

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.

I am teaching them. You may find my TA here.

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."

"True unity. The unity of purpose." Amaesil sets down the letter and continues to set stones at the river's bank.

“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?

3 hours ago, Dry Crackers said:

The Prince-Heir threatens death to slavers.

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

12 minutes ago, MailC3p said:

Out of all 10 years, how many do you regret being here?

11 of them.

11 minutes ago, Bhased said:

Is this why you were drunk last night

 

Why were you celebrating this 

11 minutes ago, CreeperHead108 said:

Which Experience/Map have you enjoyed most?

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)_/¯

11 minutes ago, Jameson_h said:

Have you always played Dilfs?
If not you got a favorite character? why? who were they?

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.

10 minutes ago, briarthorn said:

old man! (jk sorry) my question is what keeps bringing you back?  

I do not know, but I am sure it will come up in therapy.

8 minutes ago, Moribundity said:

Zill Zill. Happy entrapment anniversary.  I have some questions:

 

-Are you gonna do more LOTC parodies

-Who is your favourite chaotic high/snow elf who happens to get around just about everywhere?

-What do if still on mineman pretend for another decade?

1. Probably.

2. Probably Vytrek.

3. Walk into the sea.