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The only reason in which a priest would decide a Kharajyr would permanently die is after receiving OOC notice from myself. This would happen if the player had broke the Kharajyr application rules multiple times over after being warned and had their application revoked. We'd have to find a way to have their character die, somewhat. The only other reason I could think is if the player killed off the character themselves, and Metztli decided it was there time to pass. If they come back after an RP death, it would be as if Metztli had decided it was not yet their time. Here, let me grab you an extract from the 'Religion' section of the Kharajyr application guide I am working on. "The word of their goddess is law. This is very interesting, as Kharajyr law is actually controlled by the Ja’ Priesthood more than it is the military. Kharajyr laws are a lot more abnormal and strange to that of humanized cultures and this creates a nice twist in role-play. Kharajyr usually become stubborn when it comes to talks of other religion, as they believe their goddess is the only goddess. Speaking out against Metztli is considered a crime and would be heavily punished. Kharajyr should also dislike being healed by druids, monks, shamans, clerics and any other deity that would be deemed fake in the eyes of a Kharajyr. Some Kharajyr whom are very faithful will flat out refuse healing, claiming that they will survive if Metztli wants them to survive and that they will pass if Metztli has decided it is their time." Kharajyr would spit in the face of any whom healed them through the power of another deity, as they believe only Metztli should have the power to heal. This is why we need this, as by religious nature, Kharajyr would refuse most forms of healing.

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Daerthiriel quietly walks through the small mountain settlement on Elysium that they called Malinor. She kept her head down, staying to herself as she passed the post. She quickly returned to it however as the title of the flier on the post caught her eye. "Golden Thorns..." she whispered amusedly to herself. "Oh... the mistress will -enjoy- this..." She coughs softly as the footsteps of a dark elven man follow up behind her, putting her head back down and continuing quietly on her way.

These changes will still be able to adapt into what we had planned for our role-play, perhaps even better in fact.

I love you.

The little black and white striped figure waddles around carelessly, filled with bliss and tune. Picking up a parchment and reading some information about some so called librarians. Deep within its mind it knew that these figures would be ripped to shreds from those that sought to harvest their knowledge, it thought about helping them but didn't. For the mime continued on, its little prancing way. ((I suggest adding some sort of bodyguard/defence rank, to make sure you are not all ripped to shreds by a simple bandit that thinks it may be funny to attack you. A similar concept to the Mageshields from the Arcane delvers, protection is valuable, always.))