Bat Druid

+1 This idea is outstanding and promotes strong family values.

oh my god its the illuminabi

More Australians? This is excellent.

OOC: Name: -- Arzar Skype (optional): -- arzar3 Any suggestions for roles or different rules? -- Medium (A magical seer who can speak with the dead in the night. Townsfolk.) RP: Character Name: -- Oropher Deathsbane Character Race: -- Dark Elf Tell me a bit about the character (description, personality, whatever you feel is relevant): -- i swer to god birdy if u dont know oropher im gonna cut u A man with a near permanent scowl, general dislike of everything and normally a loner. He's sarcastic, pessimistic, and sometimes even psychopathic. He's tall, white haired and has heterochromia One blue eye, and one golden eye. He generally wears a cloak.

"I swear to the gods, if he even..." Oropher's subconscious says OOCly.

As Oropher is currently in a coma until I next get online, Isis magically replies. "You could've told him that you annoying no-wing!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8waJ7W3QcJc In his hands, he held a ball. A ball wrapped in cloth, it would appear. He sat upon stone, surrounded by vines. A bat sat next to him, staring at him, squeaking. He was still shell shocked from what had happen. His friends, family, they had attempted...to KILL HIM! Murder. Annihilation. It was unfathomable to him. He did not understand. He could not understand! Not BROKEN ...merely have a different form. He was the Bat Druid, Oropher Deathsbane. The Druid retreated to one of the dimly lit rooms about the cavernous system, the bat trailing after him through the air. He searched through a chest, taking various utensils used for art from them. Parchment, ink, brushes and quills. … Oropher sat down within the room, surrounded by his masterwork. Upon the walls, was an intricate drawing of madness and chaos itself. Woven together through the hands of one who knew only spite and hate, the drawing was beautiful in its disgustingness. Depictions of gore, animals, nature, those he loved, and those he despised. All of it was drawn in a schizophrenic nightmare...or was it a dream? The bat fluttered out from the corner of the room, staring at Oropher as it sat down, in front of the Druid. They began to talk, as he held the cloth in his hands. “Must I...must I...follow this...through?” "Pardon my misguided thoughts, if they are so, but you do not have to do this as the result is something you have seen before, as if you've wrote it yourself, it's clear. I don't think you should do this, no, no, no, you can be helped." "It is far...too...late...for that..." "Nothing is a must." "Some things are." "No." "Yes." Oropher looked to the ball, before shuffling into a corner as the bat followed him. He stared at the cloth, saying nothing, as if waiting for something to happen. Nothing happened. Oropher took the cloth away. “I accept my mortality." Oropher took the cloth away from the object, and bit into the golden apple, and felt a feeling of unfathomable hatred, as he swallowed the fruit. He shut his eyes, beginning to doze off, into a sleep. The bat fluttered to the husk of what once contained Oropher, but was now an empty, yet alive Ker, and sat down. They slept.

Apology not accepted. (That was a joke. Just feel I needed to point that out.)

A WIZARD DID IT

The Bat Druid opened his eyes, glancing about wherever he was. The location was not important, no, but the message he had heard. He glanced about, picking a weapon up from the ground, sighing as he sheathed the steel weapon. Oropher began to make his way towards the Grove. "I swear to the gods, if this is another eldritch abomination..."

1. Are you a Mali'ame or Mali'ker? Mali'ker 2. Do you live in Ker'lomi or Lin'ame? [X]Yes []No 3. Are you happy with the current living conditions, rights and liberties available to our kind? []Yes [X]No 4. Given the choice do you prefer continuing to live under the high elves (literally)? []Yes [X]No 5. Given the choice, do you prefer the idea of establishing a new city physically separate from High Elven kind? [X]Yes []No 6. If established in a separate city, is political and military unity of all elven kind important to you? [X]Yes []No 7. If established in a separate city, would you as a Dark Elf, be willing to live amongst Wood elves, and as Wood elves, willing to live among Dark elves? [X]Yes []No

Oropher feels like he needs to care about the poor trees. He doesn't care.

A cloaked figure, wearing a hood leaves a note next to one of the fliers. It would read as follows... "50 minas." The figure promptly leaves, going to slip out of sight.

A certain Mali'ker, who knew only spite, malice, and hatred, would also make a trek from the Grove, to Ker'lomi. However, he'd do it out of plain sight. With slinking shadows, and climbing walls, he would forever be watching. Waiting. Gathering tiny pieces of information from either side, slowly trying to gain a picture of what is happening. Perhaps he would ask someone on the road. Perhaps he would read some notices on the board of the Grove. It mattered not. The Bat Druid was not pleased. He despised pain. And this had brought him much.

Oropher blinks,on one of his trips to the Grove, likely seeing this. He opens his mouth, raising a finger to speak, but then realises talking to paper is moronic. He promptly turns, going to hurry out of the Grove, and to Ker'lomi, before anyone would be able to find him. Probably.

A certain Mali'ker watches the speech. He says nothing, peering out from under his hood. After the speech is done, he would slip away, through the crowds, as he goes to leave. As he steps away, he would simply speak one phrase. "This will not do..."