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I will accept this only if they're gay and still eat men (because they're gay).
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This was a good read and excellently written, however it's also completely plagiarized from Witcher 3: Blood and Wine. I know you guys are capable of creating something good and original, why copy other works?
Beyond even that, as has been said before, these creatures are all but identical to ones already present on the server. Frost witches: cannibals, intelligent monsters, human appearance, even a cold touch. Wraiths: completely unkillable, regenerates even when they are 'killed', extremely powerful, capable of disguising in a somewhat humanoid form. And the rarely played Blood Imps, which is LotCs other vampire creature that actually had original lore.
But basically these things are Witcher-flavored Wraiths in a Frost Witch's body.
As for the lore itself, there are some other issues. The completely unkillable thing, for one. That's actually not too bad, there are other 'unkillable' monsters on the server, though there's usually at least some way to PK them. (Liches, for example, are unkillable unless you have their phylactery. I'm not sure if there's been new lore on how to PK a wraith but there is at least one method I'm aware of.) You'll need to elaborate on how it works when put into practice on the server, however. You say 'with enough time' but you need to elaborate what that means. You'll also need to elaborate on how this works with the memory loss rule.
And finally, as ironic as it sounds, you're going to have problems with all of these weaknesses. Those who have experience playing monsters/evil characters can attest, everyone has everything necessary to kill you. Everyone already carries around gold swords, and if this is accepted everyone will be sudden experts on their strengths and weaknesses, how to spot one, and the blood hound population will increase magically overnight. On paper, these creatures are a little on the OP side. In game, the result will probably be very different, unless you powergame (and the 'super strength' will give a lot of room for powergaming). This isn't really a criticism of the lore, just something that will be interesting to hear about if this gets accepted.
TLDR: Good writing but please make something more original than a carbon copy of Witcher vampires that also have too many similarities to other creatures on LotC, also clarify how their death and regeneration would work mechanically in game.
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A storm lashed the coast of Vailor, whipping the ocean into a frenzy and filling the dark night sky with blinding sheets of ice. On a particular strand of coast a tall pillar of natural stone rose from the sea, and atop it rested a strange fire beating its dim light against the cold. A young woman, no older than fifteen years, huddled beside the fire with her back to the storm. Much weighed on the young noblewoman’s heart. Her parents had separated, her father had been killed, and she would soon be forced to marry… and the girl was growing up, not sure how to cope with tumultuous changes in herself that she did not understand.
Lightning turned the sky bright for an instance, followed by a deafening boom. The girl jumped fearfully, and retreated from the fire toward a shaking wooden bridge that lead back to the main keep, her home. She struggled to keep her balance on the swaying bridge. As she reached the center she slowed her pace and peered down into the roiling black sea below her. Ice stung at her face, and for a long moment she contemplated letting herself fall. A sudden burst of wind bucked the bridge.
The girl tumbled down into the sea.
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Far away on the elven isle, a small red fox scurried into a burrow under a tree in Laurelin to hide from the storm.
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Near the center of the mainland a man and women lay in sleep, sheltered from the elements. But the wind rattling their window pane soon woke the woman. Her one good eye slowly opened, its unnatural glow casting faint shadows across the bed. She breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of her husband from his closeness. It made her head spin and her stomach churn. Her cold heart began to race as a feral hunger threatened to overtake her. It urged her to lean over to the sleeping body beside her, so vulnerable and unaware… just take a bite…
Quietly she groped around in the dark for the emerald pendant that hung from her neck and gripped the stone between her fingers. As she focused upon it her mind fogged and her senses dulled, but the growing violent urges were pushed deep into her subconscious and out of the forefront of her mind. The woman sat up with her head in her hands, too ashamed to look at the man beside her. She loved him, and yet this curse kept her always on the brink of destroying what they had together.
As silently as possible the witch rose from the bed and padded across the room, gathering clothes to bundle herself up with. She needed some fresh air, and though the howling snow storm outside would have bothered her no more than a mild breeze she could not risk drawing any attention to herself. So, she donned a warm dress and thick, red cloak. Over her gray hands she pulled dark leather gloves. All that was left visible was her face, with its ugly empty socket, scarred cheeks, and garishly glowing eye.
The face shimmered for a moment, then a new face replaced it. The witch barely had to think about disguising anymore, the act came so naturally. She almost did not realize which face she had unconsciously chosen – a warm brown one, with dark eyes and black hair. It had been some time since she had used this disguise, but it had always been her favorite. It was not far off from her original likeness. The witch sighed and stepped toward the door, pausing a moment to look back at her slumbering husband. Cold wind rushed into the room for a moment as the door opened, and then she was gone.
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The sun began to rise behind the clouds and the violence of the storm passed, replaced by a thick flurry of snow that fell in silence over the sea and shore. The frosted waves pushed a limp body onto a craggy beach beneath the cliff-top fort. The still figure’s dark hair swirled around in the water, and it was not long before she was spotted by a guard patrolling the walls above. Flakes of snow settled on the girl’s damp clothes as a group from the fort made their way down to her. She made no sound nor movement while ice began to stick to her skin.
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The brown-skinned, red-cloaked woman drifted quietly through the city streets. An eerie stillness had settled over the Orenian city as freshly-fallen snow piled up in front of the shops and homes, still undisturbed by footprints. The woman wended her way toward the chapel, guided by its steeple that soared above the rooftops. From the outside, its stained glass windows shone in the pale gray light of early dawn, but as the woman stepped inside she found it dim and cold. She stepped toward the altar and slipped into the second pew, her head bowed low.
‘Why did you let me become this?’
The woman clasped her hands in her lap, beneath the gloves her fingers paled from the tightness of her grip. ‘Why did you allow this to happen to me?’
She slowly lowered her head, forehead resting against the pew in front of her, feeling only numb. ‘Forgive me…’
When she lifted her head to gaze up at the altar she knew what she needed to do. The cloaked woman retreated quickly from the church, heading back out into the snow.
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A red-haired wood elf curled up in an alcove in a cozy tree-home, watching through a window as the snow drifted by outside. She sat surrounded by books as well as a variety of creatures that had taken shelter in her home from the cold. On the woman’s shoulder perched a phoenix, the heat radiating from its body warming her cheek. She reached a hand up to pat the bird’s head, saying, “You’ll like Dwyn. And we’ll still see each other, I’m sure.”
The phoenix gave a soft, melodic coo, and the elf sighed in response. She hunched over her books again, penning a few more lines in the letter she was writing. “We’ll meet in the forest, now and then…” she murmured, quill scratching. Some quiet minutes later she set her quill aside and blew lightly on the ink to help it dry. “That’s done…” she said, in part to herself and in part to the creatures dozing off around her. Her hand stretched out to one of the books beside her, and she lightly touched its cover. This one was old, a little over one hundred years, but the woman remembered the day she penned its first sentence as though it had been last spring.
“You can take this to Dwyn when the weather clears,” she said to the phoenix as she rolled the letter up into a tube and tied it off with green string. She rose from she sat, the phoenix maintaining its balance on her shoulder, and moved her way toward the bird’s favorite perch in the tree. She lowered her shoulder toward the smoothed branch, allowing the phoenix to hop down, and placed the letter nearby. “I’ll miss you, my dear,” she said quietly, her voice mixed with tones of sorrow, but also conveying more peace and contentment than she had felt in many years.
The firebird stretched out its bright, red wings, and gave a quiet call in response. The elf let out a long breath, her shoulders relaxing in resolution.
“Goodbye.”
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As the sun set the witch’s husband would find a hand-written letter placed beside their bed. Far away in an icey cavern, a similar letter appeared for the witch’s coven.
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The sky did not clear until the moon had risen high. It shone down in silver light, illuminating the fresh snow that had fallen around the elf’s tree. The pure white blanket was unbroken where it settled around the tree, save for a single pair of animal tracks leading away from the home. At the edge of the wild forest a red fox padded through the snow then paused, turning to look back upon the elven city. Its bright green eyes reflected the moonlight for a moment and the next it was gone, melting into the shadow of the trees.
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TL;DR:
Ayana Vimmark would be found on the beach beneath Saltstone. If the Vimmarks decide to find a new player for her, then she survived. If not, Ayana was found dead.
Gabrielle has been absent for a long time, and now she’s officially departed. Her daughters would not feel her presence.
Elorna has disappeared and left her home, possessions, and animal friends with Dwyn.
OOC:
I took a break last month to focus on school, and now I find myself not really wanting to come back. LotC has a lot of problems and the good things aren’t enough to keep me coming back anymore. It’s been fun, for the most part, so thanks for the memories. I might be back, but probably not.
Edit: Message me if you're interested in hanging out on Guild Wars 2.
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[OOC] Help needed for : The elven story until now
in Axios Roleplay Archive
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Prepare yourselves. I don't know how to use spoilers with this forum.
Elven History as Seen from the Wood Elf Perspective
Asulon at the time of my arrival:
Elysium & Kalos:
Anthos:
The Fringe:
Thales:
Athera:
It's around here that my character's involvement with elven politics waned. So, the end.