Dromui

Yes please, I'm begging you event team, take him, TAKE HIM NOW. His RP is interesting, it's different, and it always makes me happy. DO ET.

Lynx is right~

Moogle.

Who's Menarra?

I'll miss you until you come back, nerd.

I like it, sounds cool. Plus it will give those players seeking immortality or something of the sort another option than just Wraith or Itharel. It may also bring a bit more weight to properly roleplaying the voidal magics, as you no longer are just trolling about with no real goals after mastering a magic, but now you can reach the state of immortality through the void itself. I like.

Oops, double post, ignore.

I like

Skale sniffs the air with a huff. "Smells of Flormai,"

Who even voted for me? Elindor and Graff are the only one's who do anything. I'm just a pretty face. Vote constructively, not because your buddy is on a team. #Hot4Frott

Errant stares in silence at the list while within the city, shaking his head from side to side. "Only a few years late, but I suppose it's better than never." The albino cleric simply shrugs and walks off, fingering the hilt of his fine blade with only a soft humming to follow.

I'm gonna be quite honest here, you are one of the few people I respect and enjoy seeing around, Lark. Your roleplay has always been superb, you've always been willing to give others a chance, and you've always stood up and spoke your mind. Others shouldn't see this as you leaving on a sour note, but instead you speaking up and doing what must be done. Good luck my wonderful friend, I'm not exaggerating when I say this, but you will be missed dearly. Anyone who says otherwise are wrong, end of story.

A cloaked mali'ker stalks silently up to the board, squinting as his gaze comes upon that of the notice. For many minutes, he simply reads and rereads the words of Mizziyrn. After a time he lowers his hood and scratches his head, the thick black hair cascading down, his gray skin apparent against the pale locks. He turns about, looking to the crowd that may have gathered before turning back towards the notice, nodding. "I approve, it's rather nice to see something like this come up. A respect for one's own people and culture, very nice indeed." With that, Azel bows and strides off, his quiver and bow bouncing softly with each step.

Surprisingly enough, a lone man with platinum hair and a rather scarred face stands by the grave. His black coat easily visible upon the cliff side as he peers down at the grave. His scarf and coat whip about him in the wind, dancing through the air. After many moment, this lone man would kneel down and drop a rose, a white one. "Purity can only be reached through death." Skale slowly straightens and crosses his arms over your chest "You've left a good kid, Seiya Jr, behind. I do hope I can give him what you've failed and what my own family has failed. Be safe in the after life, cultist." With that, Skale nods once to Ramza's own grave before turning and striding off.

Skale kinda just wanders around, looking for this fortress as he's interested.

I am Skale, impure high elf who lost himself to the darkness for decades. Born before the exodus from Aegis, I lost my parents during the journey to Asulon. Scared and alone in this world, I was unsure where to go or what to do. I found myself in the clutches of a Mali'ker family. At first, I thought myself to be a slave of said family, but I soon realized they adopted me into their strange family. My new elder brother, an elf known as Azel Bloodseeker taught me the ways of the blade, training me to defend myself and become a ranger, defender of the wilds. Though I spent over a century with my brother, even after my exile from the Bloodseeker clan, I lost myself and fell into evil. Defeat after defeat, humiliation after humiliation led me to stray away from the path of an honorable ranger, and instead take up the art of magic. At first, it was simple experimentation. Within the realm of Anthos I began studying fire evocation, as I've long been interested in the fire that kept thousands upon thousands alive. But sadly, that minor experimentation led to a lust for power, and that lust led to envy and greed for those who had more power than I. The delve into magic eventually became more of a curse, as I lost control. I sold my soul to the spirit Ikuras; joining his cult, gaining the power of phobism as a reward. I grew and grew in power, mastering the magic and becoming one of his four horseman before I grew bored. My lust for dark power led even further, until I took on the shade parasite. For years the likes of Lucas Black had warned me, pushed me away from the power I so desired, but I did not listen. At first, I was overjoyed by the darkness I had accepted within me. I became the caster of an age old power. I soon opened my eyes to the reality that was the shade. Screams of torment and pain tore at my mind, stealing away sleep and emotion, turning me into something I was not. When the parasite was stolen from me, I felt empty and alone. But after some time, free from the grasp of the dark creature, I found that I was not meant for the darkness, that Skale was not meant to be a villain. That emptiness eventually faded away, leaving something that had not been felt for decades; hope and happiness. True happiness. I realized that I could do good, become something better than a dark arts user, something more than a mindless cultist that worked to darken our world. These revelations led to the giving up of my magic and the training to heal my body through both physical and mental exercises. I found my way to Lyuin Avern, also known as Isaac Baelish. He opened my eyes to the ways of Taharie and since, I've become an acolyte. I aspire to become a full fledged Cleric and possibly more in the future. I am Skale Asul'ker and this is my Lord of the Craft.

Going to have to agree with Pie-Man here. If you go anywhere on the server, the type of RP is different. Oren may fit that theme, but the Orcs are still in a tribal state of living. The Elves have various combinations of armor types and makes, anything from bronze to iron in terms of metals used to make them. The Dwarves are... Dwarves... Eh, it's a combination of so many time periods.

Please make the ET other than the Undead ones, do things. +1

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