Diri/GreenKoopaBros

I'm sorry, but I have decided not to come back to the server. It pains me to say this, but I think that I've outgrown Role play. I felt so lost and unsure on the server, like I didn't belong there, anymore. Thank you for helping me, in any case and I hope you have great role play adventures!

What relation do I have to you? Should I be young?

((Diri Strabo it is, then! Anything I need to know about the family, in particular?))

((I am a Halfling Cook in search of a family to join. I was hoping that an already existing bloodline would be more than happy to add me as one deserving of their family name. My first name is Diri, Pronounced Dih-ree. I'm sorry to say that I won't be on a lot, having a job and such, but I wish this to be more of a hobby to do in my free time. I'm not expecting to have a Burrow of my own or to be apart of any major events, but I'm a great Role player.))

As a tomb in the Graveyard of old lifts and falls free with an exaggerated creak that deafened the whole chamber, a corpse of slightly rotted bones would slowly rise. His jaw snapping open with a sickening "crack!" while it heard the new promises of the 4.0 update it's body lifted into a sitting position. Upon hearing the thread, in its entirety, a sort of cracking started to silently emit from the entity. This Cracking, resembling wind ripping through a bone strewn wasteland that literally grew more barren month after month, got louder until it could be distinguished as laughter. But, this laughter wasn't joyful, it was full of sorrow as drops of a gooey and bloody sludge poured out of the creatures eyeless sockets, as if it were trying to cry. This laughter continued as the Skills Section rang through its head over and over again, which only caused the mournful mirth to grow into a symphony of wails that sounded as if all around. This awful den continued for minutes without the Skeleton seeming to breathe or ever show any sign of stopping. It did, however, finally ebb away as this shell of an Rp Man just stared at the wall, breathing raggedly as if trying to find some purpose in it. With one more sob, the former body that housed the very spirit, commitment, and soul that was GreenKoopaBros collapsed in a heap back into the tomb. With the sudden impact, his body (Or what was left of it) deteriorated into dust, having finally given up waiting for any ray of hope that the horizon of Skills ever had a chance to Broaden.

Ivar was brought to tears by the Mans speech. Even though he himself was only Human he found it beautiful and wondrous to think of a time where all Elves lived together. He had never seen this time in his own life and thought of what that time might have been like. He wanted to stand and shout his voice in this, but he knew that it did not concern him. He was no Elf, only a Human. He did smile, though. He looked up to the speaker with a sad and respectful smile on his simple face. He hoped that the Elves would stop acting like children and come together. Oh how badly he hoped.

Ivar felt a chill rome through his body as he read the entirety of the scroll. He gasped in the appropriate parts, shaking his head at the deaths. In his simple mind, it protected him from reading the full blow that this tragic tale provided. He was left speechless, not sure how to proceed. Turning around, he lumbered down the path to his home in Malinor, his eyes to the ground in thought. "M-Monsters"

Upon using the Library Dictionary to understand most of the writing on the letter slid under his door, Ivar would smile, nodding as he would fold the Letter and set it on his bedside table. He knew that he didn't do enough to make friends among the other people of Malinor. That had to change. Getting ready for bed, he ran over multiple scenarios and such in his mind to which he would greet others. Even though he was Human, he knew that he was different from Humans in Oren. He was a Citizen of Malinor and he would do his best to make them happy and proud. Finally making it to his bed, he would blow out the Torch on his wall with a might heave of his chest. Laying down, his smile still warmed his features as he slept in the soft glow of the Redstone Torch that gave a flicker of calm light to the corner of his house that he slept in. He slept peacefully, that night, knowing what needed to be done upon his next walk out.

Without warning, hugs Telanir tightly, laughing cheerfully all of the while. "I knew you could do it, I knew you wouldn't disappoint, I just knew it! Big changes and I love them all. The Server will never be the same and I welcome it!" Run away, continuing to laugh. "Yes, Yes, Yes!

I don't know what you people are doing to come up with all of these amazing solutions, but I demand you keep it up! I can't believe all of the amazing things that are being implemented into the server. I guess I just grew to accept that I couldn't see everyone in the menu that was online. You people are doing such a wonderful job. Keep up the good work! Edit: I don't understand why people are saying that it's bad that they can no longer see only a fraction of the total online people. There are so many ways to check who is online. /seen is a good way, and if you type /msg followed by a space, you can then press TAB over and over again to scan through all of the online people.

Ivar reads the Haiku, his hands clenching to fists as he grunted, an odd act for him. "Ivar always treat rude as children, but now both High Elf and Malnor bad. If this go for fight, Ivar be by himself to stop both side. Even if Ivar die, he will die not with Malnor or High Elf, he will die to keep peace for both!" Ivar turns in a huff before shaking his head and continuing down the path.

Ivar couldn't help but to chuckle at the compliment. He would wave a hand modestly, shaking his head. "Ivar have 'nuf Mina for self. If other who work can get Mina, Ivar happy with it." With that, Ivar would turn with a "Van'ayla" before walking to the Treasury to pay his tax.