The Media Wizard

I would like to say a few things. Void, I absolutely understand why you are frustrated. Magic on Lord of the Craft is incredibly difficult to obtain. I was a member of the elven/druid community for nearly four years before I pursued becoming a druid. It took me a handful of months before I found someone who was willing to train me. It was a good experience, but I know it is not the experience that a lot of new players have. Despite my understand, this post is not the way to go about it. I have had awful experiences with druids on personal levels. Something happened earlier this year that nearly pushed me to leaving the server entirely; something so unabashedly toxic was said to me by a druid player that, at first, seemed to be entirely my fault. After careful thought, it was not. I spoke to a very close friend about it and decided that it was better to move on from the situation entirely. I think that is what you have to do now, too. Move on. Cliques on this server are rampant. Even our group is a cult of personality right now. Groups can do some terrible things because they feel empowered to since they have people backing them up. I am certain I have done it before, too. The best way to fix this problem is to move past it. Groups that do what you are saying do not last long, anyway. I would also argue that only a handful of druids currently propagate this trend. @NomadGaia, @Keefy and @Luciloo come to mind as role models to me in inclusive, engaging roleplay. tl;dr — I get it, but no.

Outside of specially garnered content (ST and player ran alike), I have not been impressed. I have enjoyed conflict that has been primarily RP-based, like small proxy wars and faction conflict; however, the raids from a few months ago that had little-to-no purpose other than PVP banditry have soured my taste. I'm disappointed to see it returning. I have not been affected by its return yet. I am thankful for that. Overall, a 5/10.

Across the realm, an elven prince would be sat at the edge of a cliff. His long, red robes would billow in the breeze. His thumb gently wipes across the wilted, red petal that had been gifted to him long ago. It no longer carried the familiar presence of his marhaelun, but he kept it nearby just the same. "Ame nae evareh, marhaelun."

Amaesil frowns at their loss, but soon nods. "You know, I think Haelun'or needed this win more this week."

Prince Amaesil frowns as he reads the missive. He shakes his head before — as is law — he throws the missive into the flames behind his table. "I recall the might of Haelun'or during the First Tribute War," the elf says to nobody in particular. "They used that zenith to make enemies and break faith with their own kin. Ando Alur flourished, but it soon crashed into the ground and tainted the world beyond repair. Now their only popular vassal is being evicted after crawling back from the ashes of their past failure. Not even I, standing at the edge of annihilation, could understand the fear and confusion they must feel right now. I pray they recover and better themselves.

This history of the sport is...

Amaesil fondly remembers his best moment from the match.

The Prince of Elvenesse reads the missive while resting in his temporary home. The medics had just departed after changing his bandages. They left this missive behind for him to read, but it brought him little comfort. The prince writes up a small response and sends it northward. Prince Vytrek. You speak wisely. You offer words that describe everything that I know and understand, but am too young to express. My people are small and scattered, but we will always be the masters of our own destiny. I pray the other elves of Almaris come to share this sentiment.

Prince Amaesil Vuln'miruel reads the missive with a frown. He folds the letter and places it down on the table's edge. "Send condolences to the high elves," he says toward a nearby Warden. "Whatever treachery and kinslaying Haelun'or is guilty of, the man was an elf. He deserves this much."

LETTERS SCRAWLED WITH PIG FECES AND BLOOD ARE FOUND SCATTERED TO THE CORNERS OF URGUAN. ATTATCHED TO EACH IS A SINGLE STRAND OF RED HAIR — DWARVEN BEARD HAIR. THE LETTERS READ AS FOLLOWS: DWARF-MEN! WE HAVE MADE A SILLY MAN WRITE THIS FOR US! WE ARE NAPO NAPY NAPOKUE THE FLABBY-GUTTED AND RASHI THE GROTESQUE GORGTESQUE! WE HAVE YOUR BEARD, AND THE DWARF-MAN CRIED LIKE A CUB! WE LAUGH AND TAKE MORE! WE WILL CLAIM ALL BEARDS FOR OURSELVES AND WEAR THEM ON OUR SHOULDERS. WE WILL STORM YOUR CITIES AND STEAL YOUR CHINS! COME-COME IF YOU DARE, BUT YOU NOW FACE THE WRATH OF... NAPOKUE THE DWARFBEARD-TAKER!

What is it that you fear most, Onas? The words cut like steel in the elven prince's mind. Amaesil rolled over in a simple bed constructed in the Warden Keep. Beside him, his loving partner slept; across the room, his two daughters held one another in a manner that would make any father's heart melt. Not this day, though. Not this day. Amaesil rose from the bed and made his way to the nearby balcony. The night was dark, but he could still see the illuminated horizon to the east of the keep. Flames continued to lick skyward in the place that he had called "home" for the past sixty years. He stared at the horizon before his attention was caught by the mutterings below him. He looked over the edge to see a congregation of rangers speaking silently at the foot of the keep. Awake at this hour? he thought. I often wonder who are truly elven between us both. With deft footwork, the elven prince robed himself and fled the keep. He wandered the pristine woodlands surrounding the old city of Amaethea, but the feeling was not the same. The animals had fled during the battle, and all that remained were trees and bushes too afraid of the encroaching firestorm to grow properly. Fear would not rule the prince this evening, though. He headed east. The destruction of Elvenesse, Eir'thall. Amaesil stood at the edge of his city. Fires covered the land and the river boiled from the heat. The elven prince could only stare in awe and sorrow at the blackened gate to his once precious city. It was only days ago that he had stood here alongside a legion of Uruks on horseback. When the first of the wyverns appeared, he charged forward like a fool. The gate slammed shut behind him, but he had felt no fear. He was certain he would survive. He had been proven correctly, but the cost was great. Too great. The city will not remain, but the people's destruction will be on you, Onas. As he stood among the embers, Prince Amaesil recalled the final moments of the battle. He had swung his sword many times, but it was the power given to him by Courage that had changed the course of the battle. He was soot-covered, tired and weak from charging across the city and fighting on many fronts throughout the battle. Despite this, he continued to lead more and more people through the secret tunnels he had constructed the months prior. Had we not made these tunnels at Lulubelle's behest, we would have been trapped in the city many times, he thought with a grimace. Is there anything else you fear, Onas? The elf had thought the answer "no," but the events of the day had changed such. He had faced a wyvern alongside his men, and only the strength of Courage allowed him to combat it; he had charged headfirst into warring golems in order to ring the bell of retreat; he had walked shoulder-to-shoulder with his fellow Wardens into the Nether in order to slay a wyvern with the deft arm of Galan. Yet after all of that, there was one thing he feared more than anything. Losing them. The elven prince opened his eyes once again and saw the flames of the front gate. He inhaled slowly. "We lost my city," he spoke into the abyss. "But it will be reclaimed. My daughters and wife survive. My people survive. The strength of Courage and Amaethon flow through me, and Justice will be done." Then, the elven prince returned home.

Now the true test begins, the young prince thought. He held his two daughters and wife close in the barn of the Owl's Perch. Sleep began to take him. It was just like my vision.

It's a coin.

The prince watches the young elf from a distance. His form is obscured by the branches of an oak tree, and the wind silenced his footsteps. He could not hear what was said, but the expression of Ardreth made it clear. Then, he left.

The fires draw nearer. The sky blackens and ash falls from the heavens like snow. A thick blanket of stygian covers the elven landscape — heralding the arrival of the Archdrakaar. Thousands of Descendants flock to the woodland realm and begin to take refuge behind the towering walls of stone. The sounds of stone churning out of caves and rangers stringing their bows are like a twisted symphony of preparation. At last, a roar sounds in the deep of the forest. Azdromoth comes. OOC INFORMATION

The elven prince growled as the words reached his ears. Without hesitation, he sent forward a swarm of black birds to the Wardens, Druids, Templars and Rangers of the realm. "Let us test whether we deserve these trees and stones. War comes; to war we go."

Prince Amaesil Vuln'miruel read the missive with a frown. The wind outside his keep was howling and rain peppered the old stone pillars with loud slaps. He came to the end of the missive, but he had already assumed who had written it. Wildfire, he thought with a sigh. Obsessed with the traditions of elves half a continent away. The young elf stands from his seat and — as tradition demands — tosses the missive into the flames behind his seat. The paper withers and shrivels in the crimson flames. Amaesil steps out to the balcony and watches the downpour with a glower.

The video was made with Patrix 32x with BSL shaders!

Welcome, one and all, to the great city of AMATHEA! With our rebuild on the horizon, I felt it was wise to show off what we have had for the past year. All of us have had wonderful memories within the confines of the old Elvenesse build, and those memories deserve some recognition. The event you see occurring the the video was the funeral of Briar Taliame'onn — a key figure of Elvenesse and its identity. With that said, I am super excited for the other trailers and videos that will be releasing in the coming weeks. If you enjoy stuff like this, leave an upvote and a comment so I know to keep making them. Have a nice evening, folks!

Good morning, folks! A bunch of us Elvenesse players got together last Friday night and played a few rounds of Among Us together. We also handed out free skin commissions at the end courtesy of @Mewliet and @TotallyTayto! I decided to cut together a video of all the fun moments throughout the night for all to enjoy. If you enjoy seeing people from the server doing non-LOTC stuff, leave a comment and I will get to work on some more content and game nights. Thank you to everyone who attended, and enjoy the video!