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A displaced mali’aheral watches from his ivory tower as newcomers enter the city once built in honor of his Silver Lady. Upheaval and forced relocation were well known to this ancient elf. Yet there was a surprising comfort found in new friends and it was here in the newly branded city that he found some slivers of hope. Maybe even a spark of joy. ”I have travelled so far. Time to get to work.”

Eshtael took my magic and jailed me for years. After wrongful litigation the defendant now presses to counter sue the Ruler of Bastille. These Zealots will make fine allies in my prosecution of the “Aengul of Balance.”

I had a question related to this spell. It states that is blocks incoming voidal projectiles. It also states in the redlines that it blocks voidal magic. Does that mean within the 8 block radius as well? Unrelated to your amendment but this spell just clarifies that the entire abjuration line of transfiguration spells need a buff. This is an AOE anti-magic field for any voidal+ magic whereas the anti--magic line of magic is so narrow in scope it seems almost useless (though this has the caveat of inflicting a CD on the druid so there is a trade off).

That’s exactly what a werewolf might say.

Preface: I haven’t PvPd on the server in a long while. So take my opinion as you will. Projectile immunity is interesting but I can’t wrap my mind around why a buckler would give that effect. Is it simulating projectile deflection? Full on immunity for any type of damage seems like it could be a frustrating counter. If you brought the buckler back might I suggest a couple alternatives? Buckler: [Deflect] Blocks the next projectile shot at you. Cooldown is 8 seconds. Then we look at the longbow. Seems to me that it is firing too fast. Maybe consider lengthening wind-up time. Alternatively you could build in a debuff for the longbow. When you get hit by a melee weapon you get a 2 second debuff that prevents firing. Again, I haven’t PvPd with surge yet so what do I know but if it was removed for balancing then bringing it back as it was might not work either.

It's been very fun wandering around. The map feels very vibrant and the biomes already in place feel nicely realized. Great direction for the server!

please teach me to format

Elect me and I promise to be just as sassy and stubborn as you’d hope I wasn’t. Free Rufus the Holiday Helper Penguin. P.S. Hi Frank!

Werewolf said he would make me royalty if I didn’t complain about him on the forums. Pretty good deal.

Mixed feelings. I thought some of my opinions and views were skewed so I am dipping my toe into Empire roleplay here and there. I don't know a majority of the playerbase nowadays so who am I to judge. Currently in the midst of widening my perspective. The Coronation was so long though... I don't know why I stayed nearly to the end.

*In the enclaves of magic, both voidal and divine, missives would be pinned. The parchment exudes ambient arcana as small starlit drops drip from the page. Those choosing to retrieve and hold the missive would find the colorless wisps begin to take on the color of their own aura, whether they knew it or not.* ~ * ~ To my fellow descendants and brethren beneath the Veil. The one who penned this missive has seen centuries pass and bore witness to the unceasing darkness that drives our forced migration across the realms. The intent of this message is one of unity. For in our collective understanding we find both balance and prosperity. Above all else it is our collaboration that allows us to survive. Survive not just each other but existential threats. The Void, abyssal monsters, the wrath of fallen Daemons, the hellfire of alien realms, calamity. We know too well of that abyssal darkness just past the horizon of our world. An unending death marches towards us warded only by the divine nature of creation. This curtain of protection known as the Veil, the mortal bastion, cannot withstand the torrents of nothingness alone. Not as it once did. It now exists as a patchwork quilt burned through in too many spots to count. A beggars cloak told to withstand the winter chill. There was a time where my powers allowed me to speak directly to those Arcanists who practiced my gift. It was through this arte that we brought Order to Chaos and illuminated the path for others. We found purpose in healing the sunderings and warding off the horrors. Our Celestial partners were released back to the Veil as capable guardians who still fight on our behalf. Now, with my power sealed, I write to you not under a cloak of magic like I once did. Instead I write humbly for those stalwart defenders of our realm to begin mustering their defenses and preparing their arsenals. In my travels through the outer realms I witnessed a curdling amongst the Veil. The ambient cloak keeping all of our realm alive has long been breached and is ripe for mass incursion. I am no prophet, nor Aengul, and I can give no timeline for when future rifts might occur yet I know it in my soul to be inevitable. The Chromaweave was just the beginning. We cannot fight alone. Through unity we survive. Balance is the queller of calamity. Under the gifted stars we all do seek to live out a life. We all share these stars just as we share the the act of living. Figure out your justice, fight your wars if you must, and find a way to survive. The cycle of corruption must be thwarted. Else we will soon run out of continents to escape to. So long as the Veil should hold, The Celestial Shepherd *After the missive has been held and then read it slowly begins to crumble. Not to dust but rather it flakes off into small ethereal white butterflies that float ever upward. The one holding it would feel a tingling sensation in mind; A boon of creativity, a spark of inspiration, or perhaps the pinging sensation of anxiety, or looming dread.*

Iatrilemar’s head lies sideways against a stone carved desk, asleep, and drooling. The desk’s surface was cold and littered with papers. The difference in temperature causing a single sheet to stick to his saliva-pressed face. As he pealed the missive from his cheek his aqua iris scanned… and scanned- “ah… hmmm. Notes on the realm’s happenings… o-oh? Not so ruined are those silvered halls then… Well… Should I go? What would Haadi Mubdee do?” Without him realizing it his palms had began to pulse with an incontrolable power. Cracks ran along the stone desk like earthly fissures. “He would get help… Oh, old friend. Your wisdom lives on in me.”

Iatrilemar leans against a white stone pillar overlooking a distant harbor as a warm wind brushes against his cheeks. A number of the missives brought into view by a varied collective of magi. "Nostalgia is a consequence of history. Yet I cannot help but to feel it. Not too dissimilar from our Celestial Order either.. Oh, Ceruberr. Where have you gone.... and when will I find a big hat of my own."