Treshure

The whispers of Aelthir Tundrak the Fifty Sixth quickly quelled Thexan’s hope, reminding him of the many victories won under the powerful Snow Elven Empire.

Thexan pauses while drinking his morning cup. Feverish eyes scan over the paper. “Venerable.. House Sylvaeri,” he said in a low murmur. “Sounds about right. Hail Belestram!” he’d exclaim, launching a forward hand into the air.

adopting a tough boy persona over the years while remaining the same chubby white virgin

seconded the ppl I looked up to when I first joined the server refused to RP combat with randoms. now I know why

reserved for yatl or loftywoods (gladewynn)

never resort to mechanics when you fail to compensate in roleplay. we never needed mechanical buffs to races and we never should get them again

thexan makes “:o” face and then speed dials Reiver Response Team

To the King Kairn Ithelanen, When I had first written your creeds surrounding Gladewynn’s rise, I was vested in the dream that we were shedding the old skin and sin of Elven past. For years I have remained in the Wildwood, searching and rediscovering the tales and songs of Old Gladewynn. Having returned, I bring them forth to a Kingdom that scarcely recognizes it’s past. I did not speak when you brought those of the Emerald Path in; ones we had sworn to destroy should they encroach upon our sacred mountain. I did not speak when you treated with the weak Dominion of Malin, of who you merged and coalesced identities with. And now, you will attend in the midst of those who murdered your former liege; vermin who besmirch your name and our kindred along their hidden isles. A crown does not exempt this wickedness. In the end, you are stripped of it all. You are then no King, no Bronze Prince or Lord, no ruler amongst any peoples. An elf, stripped bare, free unto the old woods; and only the Old Gods of the Forest to judge your wayward steps. “My sword is his flaming tongue. My buckler is the umbra of his cloak. Shattered shields and broken banners assail; only bronze will remain.” I wrote these words for a dying Dominion. Bronze was that to rally and coerce an innately frail elvenkind. And yet, Bronze is no more. Belestram forsook his title in the blood of his King. Khaine lost himself to the winds and wilds, returning to old words and twisted sentimentality. And you, King of Gladewynn, rose above it all. We left Bronze and Dominion for something old and yet new. We scried into the past and withdrew our heritage, and within, a better path. Leave Bronze to wilt with the Dominion’s past. It is no more than titles and words. Only nostalgic rulers will cling to their namesake. Rule as those of Old Gladewynn have: not with treatice, or compassion, or the desire to agree. Invoke an elder fire: that curt and angered breath of the Old Gods. Demand, conquer, and pray to things yet unseen. Look into this old forest with the desire to be. Thexan, Scribe of Gladewynn

lol yes it is you’d like to pretend your average necromancer is morally conflicted and involved in engaging arcs, but they are just as unoriginal and cliche as the generation of magic users that preceded them holy magic vs unholy magic has been the bane of good rp for years on this server. let it die and move on to something better

lol let it end

a true Gladewynn patriot

“Casted flame, forth and returned to the void it came. Blackened skies, of mages’ vice and casters’ lies. An old forest waits. Churning, burning, and growing with rage. And finally, at long last: it has awoken.”

A team of Heartlander lawyers prepare their case for using unreferenced pictures within guild advertisements.

yo lets keep in touch gotta connect with the lotc lifting gang

lol I mean if you wanna make a bro animatron I’m really game but I can’t see myself doing a female

Certain figures within Gladewynn take note of Velians conducting elven enslavement.

@SeventhCircle How can the Dominion or Nordengrad get a land auction and not Gladewynn? We’ve spent weeks collecting mina and raising activity of our city to get into the auction. Anyone can attest to the massive presence of elves within our playerbase. We’d like to, as one of the major (if not largest) concentration of elves, bid on where we’re going to be for the next year.

“stop hounding the gate! they won’t charge!” “we need reinforcements!” “he’s jumping behind us!” “krugmar on horse! krugmar on horse!”

The oral tradition of the Alderfolk, IE Gladewynn culture. This is an IC account of past histories – not completely accurate.

“Sounds like this man should run for Parliament!” declares Gwyn.