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By way of a raven's dark wings, word is sent to each of the respondents; dropped from its talons, a simple parchment. "Meet me in-person, by the square or tavern of Ikur'fiyem, and we shall discuss your enlistment. I await you there." -Signed, Vytrek Tundrak
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Holy Hells do I Hate The Druids. A Hating of Inactivity and Magics.
Monkee replied to VoidandNull's topic in Miscellany
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Holy Hells do I Hate The Druids. A Hating of Inactivity and Magics.
Monkee replied to VoidandNull's topic in Miscellany
not to be argumentative but i still have a couple points of confusion kitsune says that activity is low because druids must venture out of the grove to do their work, and you say it's low because druids can't venture out of the grove and must instead rely on boring old slice of life inside the grove. this just seems like an odd point of contention, seeing as i think kitsune's a mother circle druid, and i'd be curious which is actually the case. i think there's a point to be made that there might be less for druids to do on account of staff restrictions, which may hinder activity, but i would think having to be in the grove more often would serve to raise it anyway, main point, i dont think it's realistic to expect than any order on lotc can maintain the functions (activity, defense, whatever) of a nation. a settlement is a far more realistic stance, and if you're struggling as a nation then i think the obvious solution is to just transition to a settlement that said, the very political dilemma you describe is precisely why you should consider moving into a nation. the duties of your order and the goals of the nation may often align, and when they dont, that competition to see whose ambitions will prevail creates interesting rp. many other orders on lotc contend with this (on a smaller scale, we do in fenn, as the views/will of our vigilants are much more radical than the goals of the state, and it creates fun points of contention). any state is often forced to accommodate these orders' will on account of the activity, power, and prestige they provide, so i dont really see the mother circle getting significantly restricted should they choose to move into a wood elven nation. i dont think any order can create sufficient rp/activity on its own to justify independence - it's much better when placed in a larger entity but that's just my 2 cents -
Holy Hells do I Hate The Druids. A Hating of Inactivity and Magics.
Monkee replied to VoidandNull's topic in Miscellany
i'll bite if the grove is incapable of sustaining activity, and was never intended to do that, why have the mother grove as an independent political entity? why not join with any of the several existent wood elven states/settlements, and function as an order based out of it? that's what most orders do -
Holy Hells do I Hate The Druids. A Hating of Inactivity and Magics.
Monkee replied to VoidandNull's topic in Miscellany
so many bad takes in such a small thread. i'd point them out to farm rep but im lazy so just give me charity rep for this video of a weird monkey eating berries -
What do players think of Almaris and it's events from the past year?
Monkee replied to JuztLizzy's topic in Miscellany
who would've thought that having one major ST event (elvenesse) and one war (oren-norland) is bad for meaningful roleplay a lot of people here are commenting on how nothing memorable will come from this map and they're right. without war rules or big continental eventlines that have consequences, rp on almaris is defined by day after day of slice of life rp i see some of you reminiscing about old lotc wars and, in the same breath, lobbying for war rules where the victors gain little and the defeated lose little. dont think it gets more ironic. you'll talk about how great past conflicts were for roleplay with consequences and then deny new players that same opportunity because of the condescending notion that "lotc players arent mature enough to handle conflict" lol -
By way of a raven's dark wings, word is sent to each of the respondents; dropped from its talons, a simple parchment. "Meet me in-person, by the square or tavern of Ikur'fiyem, and we shall discuss your enlistment. I await you there." -Signed, Vytrek Tundrak
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The steel-clad grip of the Vigilant of Hope tightened around his thanhic-steel spear. To challenge the Aengul Wyrvun's rule was sacrilege. It would be met with biting cold.
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A note is attached to the bottom. "Seek out the Fennic Remnants, far to the north, for we see more of precisely your kind." Signed, Vytrek Tundrak
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The Skipper lingers at sea's edge, azure gaze spreading across the tides. Idly, he drums several leather-clad digits against the hilt of his blade.
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For the second time in as many years, missives are spread from the northern reaches of Almaris, bearing the mark of the Fennic Remnants. For centuries, Haelun'or has carved a misguided path for the sons and daughters of Malin, and taken pride in setting the example for Elvenkind - no matter how mistaken, tyrannical, and disgusting that example may have often been. As my ancestors slumber within Isvin, they are no doubt given pause by the notion that I would now urge all of Elvenkind to look to the example of Larihei's spawn. It is not for inspiration that I draw attention to the Silver State, however; it is for warning. They have embarked on the same path as a half dozen Elven realms before them. So, too, have they met the same fate. It was the promise of protection that lured Haelun'or into signing away their independence to a foreign people. In the absence of internal strength, this has proven the most appealing option to many of Malin's realms. Yet, this protection did nothing to interrupt the abduction of their Sohaer by those who would be their enemies, and it has done nothing to see his return. They have sold everything for security, and found it to be a hollow bargain. As many of Malin's realms splinter and wither, no doubt other staples of Elvenkind will abandon their race for the protection of foreigners. To those Mali who would make themselves slaves, and to those who already have, take note: To your lieges, you are little more than an additional title. You are expendable. They will not protect you when it is inconvenient. They never intended to. Only Mali are fit to rule Mali. I pray that I live to see the day when this is so. Signed, Vytrek Tundrak, Prince of the Fennic Remnants, Prince of the Snow Elves
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By way of a raven's dark wings, word is sent to each of the respondents; dropped from its talons, a simple parchment. "Meet me in-person, by the square or tavern of Ikur'fiyem, and we shall discuss your enlistment. I await you there." -Signed, Vytrek Tundrak
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By way of a raven's dark wings, word is sent to each of the respondents; dropped from its talons, a simple parchment. "Meet me in-person, by the square or tavern of Ikur'fiyem, and we shall discuss your enlistment. I await you there." -Signed, Vytrek Tundrak
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From the oft silent northern reaches of Almaris, missives are spread, bearing the mark of the Fennic Remnants. Long have the Elves of the North been a spectator to the affairs of Malin’s realms-at-large. The line of Aelthos, we Mali’fenn, have a well-earned reputation as those most distant children of Malin. History is riddled with our wars against the rest of Elvenkind. Yet, there comes a time when the affronts have grown too grievous, and decay too prominent, for silence to be maintained by any faithful sons and daughters of Malin. In light of recent affairs, we make our voices heard. Firstly do we express our distaste for those Mali principalities which have prostrated themselves before the lines of Horen and folk of Urguan. Without a fight, you have surrendered your arms and honor unto foreign peoples. You who refuse to bear steel shall always be beholden to those that will. It is this very weakness and cowardice that has spawned the phenomenon that births our next condemnation. Secondly and most importantly do we condemn those “Imperial Elves”, who have traded their cultures for safety, towers for manors, and bows for wigs. Many sons and daughters of Malin have flocked to foreign realms in the preceding centuries; it is a dishonor that taints our race. None of these vagrants are so distasteful as those that seek, purposefully, to uproot Malin’s children and turn them into effeminate sycophants to the lines of Horen. You, who lick at the very boots of those who would step upon you, are an embarrassment to us all. Mali who pretend to be valah deserve neither the friendship of the former nor the security of the latter. Let this be a warning to the Elven realms. Embrace a stronger future for Malin’s people, or be complicit in their destruction. Signed, Vytrek Tundrak, Prince of the Fennic Remnants, Prince of the Snow Elves
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Letters to King Vane of Norland and King Sigismund III of Haense
Monkee posted a topic in Nor-Velyth
From the Fennic Remnants is dispatched two riders, each an armored Guardian upon an equally armored steed. At the Prince's bidding, one rides southwest, and the other rides southeast. Arriving at the gates of their intended destinations, each would dismount, before offering the letter to a local guard captain. They read as follows. "To Their Majesties, King Vane of Norland and King Sigismund III of Haense - I hope that my correspondence finds you and yours to be well, and that peace and happiness have found you in this time of summer. It has been my privilege to make your acquaintances in-person, and to bear witness to the evolving relationship between our three peoples. I write to you about the svarling threat. Each of our peoples has now born witness to the blood-thirst of this savage horde in our own lands. Time and again, our armies have come to the aid of one another to dispel raiders and besiegers alike. I believe it is now within all of our interests to formalize that which has already become reality: a common strategy against our svarling foes. Thus, I do invite each of you to the Fennic Remnants, along with your army officers and courtiers, so that we might hold a summit - and there, plan the end of the svarling horde. I look forward to breaking bread and sharing mead." Signed, Vytrek Tundrak, Prince of the Fennic Remnants, Prince of the Mali'fenn _____________________________________________ [[OOC]] WIP day/time will be Saturday at 4pm EST. If this doesn't work we'll figure something else out. -
By way of a raven's dark wings, word is sent to each of the respondents; dropped from its talons, a simple parchment. "Meet me in-person, by the square or tavern of Ikur'fiyem, and we shall discuss your enlistment. I await you there." -Signed, Vytrek Tundrak
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Beneath the sun's golden rays, dulled by cloudy skies, the snows of Fin'hesin melt away to their lowest point of the seasonal cycle. Though all is still covered in powdery white, the layer is thin, and green pokes through the unforgiving cold. The days grow longer, and for a time, the sun refuses to sit - instead lingering upon the horizon; a midnight sun, to cast the grey skies in gold and purple. It is a time of peace and plenty; within the Fennic Remnants, the Svarling attacks have withered, and the Mali'fenn know respite. Thus, they prepare for the Solstice of Peace - a rare time of merriment and laxity. Missives are thus spread throughout the Fennic Remnants. "Mali'fenn - With summer's arrival, I invite you all to celebrate the Solstice of Peace with me. As many of you know, this is a time of revelry, when we might enjoy some rare comforts. In our tavern, we shall drink, eat, tell stories, and jump over the flames of our cooking fires. This rest is well-earned." Signed, Vytrek Tundrak ______________________________________________ [[OOC]] This lil festival will be held Saturday at 7pm EST in the tavern!
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They made their way to the gates. The Laughing Hag, cloaked and pale, carried him upon her shoulders. Bound and bleating was their vampyric prize, that darkspawn who had sullied an Archvigilant of Wyrvun - assaulting and corrupting her before that most sacred of wayshrines. He raged at the Vigilants who surrounded the pair with weapons drawn. Mention was made of the impermanence of what was to come, yet it was a lesson to be remembered; lest, they vowed, they hunt him down for a thousand years and return him to the dust each time he reformed. He pleaded with his captor, for they were two of a kind. What warranted such an act of betrayal? "You make too much noise," was the Hag's response. Upon stone and snow was he laid, before a roaring pyre that had already burned for one hundred days and one hundred nights, fed by a flood of Svarling corpses. There did the Laughing Hag perform her work, before at last, he was turned over to the Vigilants. With a cold indifference stepped forth the Vigilant of Hope, uncorking a bottle to pour seawater upon the darkspawn. He writhed and screamed; "What is death without a little pain?" the Vigilant mused. Reaching down, a gauntleted hand wrapped around the vampyre's throat, and lifted. Steel-clad digits held a vice-like grip upon his gullet, until only air lingered between feet and floor. "Wyrvun sends his regards," was the utterance, and shortly, the vampyre was tossed upon the flames. Screams pierced the night sky as he boiled and hissed. Flesh melted to bone, bone melted to dust, and all fell silent. Ash lingered in frigid air, mingling with the falling snow. The vampyres had bought peace. For now.
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A missive is spread throughout Almaris, reading as follows: To the blood-hunters, or "vampires" - We know what you did. One of your kind called "Ludovici" attacked and corrupted an Archvigilant of Wyrvun. There is no greater sacrilege. We know where you live. Your covens have been uncovered. Your identities are known. We are coming. End this "Ludovici" and bring us his corpse, or we will annihilate you. The paladins may break bread with you and forsake their divine task, despite the will and bestowed powers of their "Xan" - but we will not compromise the will of Wyrvun. -Wyrvun's Vigilants
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Vytrek makes for home, a few hairs singed. Two more wounds to add to his collection; three more kills to add to his count.
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Arsenios, though not a man of particular faith, scratches his head.
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♪♪♪ For nine days and nine nights, the Ivae'fenn wall of spears and shields had held against their far more numerous foes, and in near constant fighting. Often did the combatants drop of wounds or fatigue, to be dragged out of the formation and replaced. By battle's end, only half remained standing. But they had held, and though initially pushed back towards the keep, they drove the Svarling horde straight into the Norlandic and Haensetic hosts. As the snow settled, it ran red with blood, and an exhausted Vytrek could only stare on in a daze.
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Arsenios Mareno greedily stuffs his pockets full of raffle tickets, only to find that all but one are used tissues! Yuck! IGN: MmmMonkee RP NAME: Arsenios Mareno
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At long last, light peeks above the horizon in Fin'hesin. It bathes Ikur'fiyem in long, golden rays; the thick blankets of snow wither, beginning to mist away. From beneath the powder, buds of vibrant green begin to poke through, dotting the once barren landscape with color. At long last, the deep winter is over; spring has arrived for Fin'hesin. As the world begins to wake, the Mali'fenn prepare for a joyous festival - the Equinox of Birth. Missives are spread throughout the Fennic Remnants and beyond. "Mali'fenn, and friends - With the coming of spring, you are invited to celebrate the Equinox of Birth. As Wyrvun's lands are reborn, so too are we. You are all invited to celebrate this festival of life through a dance, to be held in our keep these coming days. Attendees are strongly encouraged to bring a partner; before the festivities begin, those who are single will be brought together to pair up as many as possible. Dress in white and green is also highly encouraged. I look forward to seeing you there." Signed, Vytrek Tundrak, Prince of the Fennic Remnants Special invitations are sent to the following: Miven Caerme'onn, Archdruidess of Nevaehlen, and her people @WestCarolina His Highness Evar'tir Oranor, High Prince of Elvenesse, and his people @Bhased His Highness Vival Velulaei'onn, Prince of Stygian Hollow, and his people @ColonelKuehl1 His Majesty Sigismund III, King of Haense, and his people @Xarkly His Majesty Vane, King of Norland, and his people @_pr0fit ____________________________________________________________ [[OOC]] Dance will be held Friday, September 24th and 7pm EST!
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Having already spoken, this enlistment is accepted and filed away.
