Shadeleaf

Shae'tan, with its endless knowledge and surveillance receives notice of this, a hollow chuckle from its helm "The perfect test..." with that it turns to the servant behind it, "I want you to find Vithquar and that 'hand' leader, their targets are to find and obliterate this threat, we may be called in if necessary, yet the rewards will be greater to each if they are able to do it alone..." It reflects a moment, "My the mortals are getting rowdy again... maybe we should fix that~" it muses before walking off back into what ever cave it came from.

And this ladies and gents, is where we truly determine whos lying when they say "I'm not item hungry" -glances back at thread- Well won't ya look at that~

All Elves: "So it begins..."

More good stuff, and exactly what this guy said ^

You made it real Again, excellent addition to the collection, and they continue to amaze me for what its worth. Subject matter is a bit touchy as it should be, but glad to see you writing again Wither, hope all goes well for you.

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Updated again! With this pretty face this time: Er, lack of face!

((Shae'tan rings the war bell )) In the deep north they once more wait around the table, Shae'tan floating about aimlessly in its incorporeal form discussing many a kind of things with its fellow Harbingers, the party at Lenfarthing, how they speared Mirlene in the caverns, and how they now know that, who'da thunk, Rosso is still alive! The peace shatters as one of the dark messengers slaps down a piece of parchment on the table. Marak, lifting and examining it seems to relay the information to a have mind, all understanding at once as the paper soon freezes to a tablet of ice; there after broken over the table. "Show time gentlemen." Shae'tan states casually, drifting back into its armor, and setting the tips of its metal gauntlets on the table, "Lets not let them forget who took it in the first place."

Arzota, Shae'tan, Sarian, Kalila, and Kuor all raise their hands into the air, a mix of flame, black mist, illusioned light, and swords wave about in the air as a chorus fills the air "Our word! Our word! Our word! All who use it against us shall be cut!"

Thinks one Harbinger, plans of moderately unmalicious intent forming through the hive mind... --- *Days later crates of fabric and suits of all sorts, fitting for halfings are left sitting deep in the north, Creator only could guess what the corrupted party animals were up to*

Banned for quote in my color!

Right now, Lotc requires no mods, and you'll be lucky to find any mods out for 1.7.2

A figure sits upon an icy throne within the north, tapping its talons against the obsidian arm rest as it speaks an old rhyme, shifting its staff in the other hand towards two pillars, each a dark emerald green with red blood shard inlays: "Eni mini myni mo..." it mutters, gaze cocking to the side as a ball of corruptive flame is launched at the second pillar, wrapping about and causing it to fall to the ground of the icy halls. "I... pick... you..." t says with a series of screeches, this tactic may prove even more useful than that used upon the dwarves... perhaps.

Hey look at that, thats actually kinda fun. I like that you ran with the concept of being corrupted, and this is happening +42

Its been an honor Rping with you, and even if we didn't see eye to eye at times, I'm glad you were about for the time you were. Logically this also means I won, I lasted longer than the person I first Rp'd with, I'm not sure whether to laugh, cheer, or cry, but alignment or otherwise, I wish you luck, and hope to speak with you eventually maybe soon. Peace out, and if anything I'll never forget the red-haired human that Arzota had to fight off a man that thought he was a chicken with.

Arzota waits by Lark, hearing the news, he realizes this is going to be fun.

Arzota raises his head for once in a very long time... hair near bleached as he speaks "I'm glad to see the passive aggressive attitude hasn't left Malinor, burn the forest, buff up the guards, and yet everyone continues to find something to complain about. This, is why we can't have nice things llir." he states with a single nod, "Let us all just ignore this like we ignore everything else and move on with our lives, we're not dying as such a steady rate to cause extinction, nor are we doing so well as to be boring and stable; what we have now is a funny kind of balance, that I personally enjoy to such an extent as to stop by every now and again. With that small speech out of the way, he strides off, flicking his hair from his face and walking into the forests, coat tails flapping in the wind.

Keep it up Wither! The meaning though... damn hun XD I'd suggest everyone reading the Queen of Other Writings's other topics here, she proves just as excel;ent in the others too.