Icecreeper4

so when is the transition maintenance over

'haha' said the human

One thing I did not expect is grief. I saw someone today. A woman I used to love. The good lady Chivay. Older than she was the last time I saw her. She didn’t recognize me. She shouldn’t. Nonetheless, her gaze pierced my soul and laid some measure of my true feelings bare. I don’t like it. I won’t see her again. What would she think if she had known it was me? Would she hate me? Pity me for falling so far from the light of the Creator into the shadows of night? What is your life? My honour is my life. What is your fate? My duty is my fate. What is your fear? My fear is to fail. What is your reward? My salvation is my reward. What is your craft? My craft is death. What is your pledge? My pledge is eternal service. It has come to my attention that in the blasted lands rimming Athera there are the remnants of a civilization long dead long before our own. Vast anomalies of void magics roam freely here and it is dangerous for any man to travel there. Happily, I am no man. An expedition is to be mounted to the lands as soon as the money and men have been collected. There are tales of great shattered gateways somewhere out there. What little I can gather from Haelunor’s library is that there are indeed broken archways that crackle with magic with strange, almost Elven inscriptions on them. Of note, the recorded inscriptions from left to right are: Dasa Nak iult doz Neebrum. Duul’kraak thriln jaek nuuk veel.

A new day. The abominable lich Kraal ended my life after a party attempted to raid Embermoor. I am told they did not succeed. In any event, the fact that I have returned to life as a Lich myself is evidence enough that the ritual was a success. I awoke atop a pedestal next to the Golden obelisk I so carefully set up hours before. The Gravelord Vinzakra and two others stood atop pedestals themselves, having apparently been the ones to carry out the ritual that bound me to my new form. I remember feeling apprehension and excitement before the ritual. I was so excited to have be granted such a boon. Immortality! Immortality in the face of the very real possibility that I would wither away and die like the White Rose before me. No longer. Though I can’t help but to feel some measure of apprehension now that I see myself. A creature of bone and fire, bound with my phylactery- essentially my soul made manifest by concentrated life force- to the abominable will of beings that hold their haughty superiority over me like I am nothing more than a tool to them. Though- Am I not better than them? A master of my art and craft, capable of great feats of magic. Unable to weaken, impervious to pain and blades. Able to deceive, infiltrate and ultimately enact my will wherever and whenever necessary. The others think me a tool or a beast. I suspect they will learn I am neither so long as I retain what makes me, me-- My memories and my will. Things that they will ultimately have to take from me if they think I will bow to them. My skill and mind have only sharpened as a result of this ordeal. In any event, now begins my research into the world and its many secrets. Contained within shall be the greatest compendium of knowledge both hidden and known to ever grace Athera, least of which will be whatever I can gleam of Necromancy from my observations and trials. I have come to learn that I possess a weak tether of my own. One to drain, unable to reverse the flow as I am undead. I suspect this may be a purposeful craft though I have no way to truly know for myself. Let the words that grace these pages enlighten all who bear witness to its majesty.

Name ((OOC Name)): Gustaf Becker ((Dawnquill) Surname/House: Becker Date of Birth ((Example: 11th of Sun’s Smile, 1520)): 15th of the Deep Cold, 1535 Gender: Male Race: Human Citizenship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 6'0". Weight: 200lb Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Blonde Skin Color/Shade: Caucasian Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: None. Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Luciensport Region of Residence (Leave blank if unknown): Visiga Profession/Occupation: Captain of the Visigian Vanguard. Have you paid your processing fee: ((Please provide a screenshot of the payment.)) Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Gustaf Becker, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."

Accepted! Welcome aboard.

Name: Gustaf Becker Race: Human Age: 25 Any past military experience?: Yes. I served in the local military as a Man-At-Arms for some time in Aeldin before I departed for Oren in Vailor. ((OOC)) MC Name: Dawnquill Skype Name (can PM if needed): Laurie.Warfield Do you have TeamSpeak, or are you willing to download it (will be used in battles and other activities)?: Yes. Timezone: EST

I would much rather watch the extended ones.

As you ride home one day along a desolate stretch of road, the wind kicks up. As it does, a paper blows its way upwards and into your face. Biting back irritation, you pull the page away and give it a good once over.To your horror, much of the page is inked in a language you fail to comprehend. Alien illustrations take up much of the center page, the words if you could call them that, border the illustration. They seem to and almost flow off the edges of the page. It almost hurts to look at. This is wrong. Alas. All hope is not lost. You manage to swallow your unease, your gaze travelling to the bottom edge of the page. At last! Something written in the common tongue. Getting close. This confirms the connection to the Nalas and their experiments. You stuff the page into your bag for later examination by the right eyes.

In deeper green and bands of red, There is a land where home has fled. Built by hands long since dead. A home where the sons of Horen fear to tread. Look for for a black star away to the north, Your path lies in the book of breath.

Serious posts only, please.

Hi! As some of you have no doubt heard, (or thought yourself) 4.0 is old as **** and there is a myriad number of issues. Many people even want a new map soon. I've got a bit of experience with map design, so I thought I'd take a crack at developing a concept of what a new 5.0 map would even look like. To do that, however, I'm going to need your help. Below is a number of strawpolls regarding a number of different topics that I need you, the player, to vote on. Additionally, feel free to reply with your complaints about 4.0, and even suggestions about the concept map I'm developing. Should the map be hot or cold? http://strawpoll.me/4344816 Spread out or centralized? http://strawpoll.me/4344817 Continents, or islands? Pangea? http://strawpoll.me/4344819 Ancient ruins, or a clean start? http://strawpoll.me/4344831 I drew up a concept off the top of my head on paper! (yes I realise it's probably ****, but it's just off the top of my head.

Raknorn edgily farms crops on the edge of the Isles of Serenity.

Did it? I'll need to see evidence/photos.

Wise one - Cer'xion Malice - Sab'aoth nice try For your consideration:

good lord no. please no.

What's going to happen to Necromancers and lich's?

Clutched in the talons of a rather rotten messenger bird is a skull-bleached white by age. It drops the skull in front of Vorroch then waits quietly nearby- seemingly for a response. Upon examination, a scroll bearing the all seeing eye is found stuffed in one of the eye sockets. The scroll reads: The Covenant of Embers extends an olive branch to a former brother. Much has changed in your absence. Will you make the right choice?

**A letter is found tacked to the gate of Embermoor, sealed shut by a strange wax symbol. Upon opening, the reader would find the same symbol adorning the top of the page.** The idea of equality is false and will only lead to more of the same. The only truth is authority. Submit to truth and witness the rise. The Covenant of Embers is formed.