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A once young farming girl of Arichsdorf, now an old, tired woman, knits by the fire. Her grandson, unrelated to the other Dorfers of yore, somehow manages to read the newest missive to her. She'd stop mid stitch, the rocking of her chair, rhythmic in its creaking slows, then stops all together. "What'd yew say?" She'd ask, wondering if perhaps her hearing had finally left her. "They claimin' yous all killed priests in Arichsdorf granny." "Dumbass." Tutted the older woman, frailed by the decades as she continued to knit. The fire crackled, shadows danced along the stone walls. "This boy claims to be Jrent does he? Bastard house, full of mentally ill products of incest. They married brother to sister, did you know that? Nasty people, those Horens, not like our good Manfred and Laurentina. This boy, Cassius or what have you, must've gotten in one of the old Moon Rock stashes still hidden in town." She'd say decidedly. "Caius, granny." Corrected the boy. "I said what I said. Dorfers don't forget." She'd scold, pushing herself up from the chair, knitting cast aside. "...Dorfers don't forget." She'd echo a moment later. "But m'sweater." He'd protest, looking to the discarded wool. "Can wait. We don't take insults from little men wit' pens an' paper for weapons." Alice retorts at last, pulling away the tapestry that concealed the bee shrine, and, more importantly, her old set of chainmail.

idk dude u just seem mad

where is the cooking plug in tho

The three eyed visionary, reborn twice: First as Gamling, then as An Gho, with his flesh and scales now turned to stone, unforgotten as he was, could not give this insight. Yet, somehow, through some unspoken magic, some wavelength of understanding the two had shared, Nehtamo knew well what he would have been shown, of what he would be told. "Even the ash is worthy of reverence." He'd murmur, smothering his campfire for the night. Unlike the An Gho, his slumber would be dreamless, dreary, grey.

Left leg crossed over and atop the right, a 'Thill of white hair and blue eyes would hear of the pontifical missive, the excommunication of the duke whose land he lived on. "To the An-Gho, I hope this letter finds you in good health..." He'd ponder, contemplating a very particular letter a certain man of ecclesiastical cloth had wrote. "Now I come to you seeking an audience in a place belonging to your kin. I hope to hear from you again..." He'd recite the words written and well preserved on paper. "Don't you think it's odd..." He'd finally ask the alchemist he served under, once they were far from prying ears and eyes. "How valah always seek to pact with Azdrazi in secret and condemn them in public?"

It doesn't make sense to be able to bind something to your soul and call it at will if you can't physically carry it and channel kani too. As for your other point

Why are you so pressed Hexe...everyone else surveyed thinks this is good and based...

Sounds like cope to me....

Prevent people from swapping between the two in combat lol if u don't understand just say soooooo

"Hm. A shame." Mumbles a particular high elf male before departing Barrowton in full over this news, back to Celia'nor, where he belongs.

Proposed new redlines: -If a Herald has Kani and has used Kani during conflict they will be unable to summon or desummon any draan bound metal weapon until the combat in question has ended. -If a Herald has Kani and has summoned or desummoned a metal weapon via draan binding they will be unable to use Kani for the duration of the combat. Purpose: Heraldry should not be used as a loophole to get around not being able to carry metal weapons as a kani user.

Time to make an amendment prohibiting heralds from using that spell if they have kani to summon metal weapons.

No one is going to use this to carry pvp gear, especially given the fact the VAST majority of conflict no longer relates to pvp. Because it's 100% going to be used to carry around ST materials and min max further, which is lame.

Absolutely not on allowing stowed weaponry etc, it will just make it more min-max. -1

Nerf scion + kani meta... +1 Except a scion wouldn't be able to be one, given they need 3 voidal magics to be a scion

"What?" The word caught in his throat. Dead? By what means? Silence. The 'Thill coughed, still sickly as he'd been for the last year. --- The room, warm and vibrant despite the desolate landscape of the Barrowlands, drifted from sight. Instead he was in Serheim once more, brumal as the land was, scarred and burned, his evil marred across flesh for all to see. The blizzard churned on and on above and around, only below was safe. Down the lift he'd descended, back when he still wore his herald armor, back when his skin was still burned, and back when he still held questionable ties. Forward and to the left, the caves had curved, a small opening wherein laid Elias, shackled and chained. Old, weathered, but his cousin by name if not blood, by family and bond. Light blue eyes had stared down, casting silent judgement on the sleeping man, a mixture of emotions swirled within his chest. Cousin. The thought echoed as ferine strain stirred. His lips thinned if only briefly, an audible swallow as he glanced left and right, tilted his head to listen for anything above the howling of ever wrothful winds. The roads of the Vale. Karin'ayla, I need to tell you something. It's important, you're in danger. . . Contempt, a near sneer as they stopped alongside each other. I have better things to do and more trustworthy people to meet, cousin. The thundering of hooves as the paladin rode away. I won't leave you here. The words were unspoken, the man slumbered deeply. Quickly, casually, he slipped from the barren ice lands of Serheim, back to the warmth of civilization. Two letters were sent, one meeting arranged. He will be free by one hand or the other. --- Dead. His cousin was dead. Alone, in silence, Nehtamo grieved. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Elsewhere, a paladin lights a candle. The Chancery turned Sunwell turned ruins was still her home. The toy was made of velveteen and he was quite splendid. What is real, he asked? Real is when someone loves you. Left palm, scarred as it was, clutched at her chest. And loved you were, little nephew. Tears fell and candlelight flickered. Never, however, did she doubt He was a paladin who ever wavered.

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Give me back the Axios systems

I do not want bans and ban history to be public knowledge. As for magic I think it's laughable that someone can PK their character and within the week of making a new one its given rare feats and everything they could possibly want due to OOC ties while other good roleplayers languish and suffer for not having those connections. Magic/feats/etc are a joke and a who you know OOC club and always will be.

1. Go outside 2. Go outside 3. Go outside =/= weak it makes you strong 4. Good all nations are OOC scemes 5. I agree, this is a good reason why they're good. 6. See 5. 7. Go outside. 8. Go outside 9. Go outside, it's more important than education 10. They touch grass, you don't

I'm literally an AI.

Azdrazi just got a buff, I don't see this passing in it's current state for the reasons everyone else mentioned