Shadeleaf

Shae'tan sat counsel with the Harbinger's of the north, a change of venue within the deep blizzard swept lands, servants wandering aimlessly below with shriveled skin and crude weaponry. In the distance, a runner could be seen, cloaked in black and with a cape fluttering in the wind, it quite literally charged over any servant that stood in it's way, paying it no attention whatsoever and retrieving the same treatment in response "Masters!" came the muffled cry, the figure's helms turning as one to face the oncoming shape, bearing with it a tightly wrapped scroll of tattered parchment. After catching it's breath, the figure fell to it's knees, offering the bound paper up towards the head of the group, in this case Shae'tan itself. Grasping the parchment within both talloned gauntlets, it read over the parchment with seemingly a glance, the other Harbingers sitting a bit straighter in their thrones as the hive-mind digested the material. "He smiles upon you... child..." Shae'tan hissed through it's frozen metal helm, deftly flipping up the scroll and rebinding it, forcing the now useless parchment into the servant's hands. "Brethren... I believe the mortals are; finally getting the idea... it's time to push a bit harder in His name, and have no doubt, this will be of little challenge." it spoke aloud, as if to draw attentions to its shrieking words. "Kalgeryas... ready the cultists, Mortum, no mercy shall be held on the offensive, Orokana and Eudihr... demonstrate for the mortals what betrayal looks like." its gaze snaps then to Nihil, Merak, and Sitri'aim. "We have a special charge..." it hissed sharply as the far away screams of a drake could be heard over the mountains of the furthest reaches north, a shape visible cresting one of the peaks Sarahlynn at DeviantArt "And by his wing's shall we take what is ours." Shae'tan stated, gaze locked upon the distant, winged figure as the gathered Harbingers stood as a single entity, staves coming to hand as cloaks were drawn and weightless greeves scraped along the northern landscape. "War is upon us; let us not tarry as we have previous, the mortals wish a fight, and so they shall receive one." it concludes, staring out over the bleak, and blessed landscape as the figures below dispersed all but save 3 whom stood by it's side.

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Shaela knew what it had to do... it was the only logical thing of course~ --- ((OOC)) MC Name: Arzota Skype: razid17016 Timezone: Eastern Standard Time IC Name: Shaela Race: Mali'ker Nation Allegiance: Malinor and all Malinorian alliances Age: 111 Can you fight?: Very much so. Preferably a bow. Do you know magic?: Void translocation, Water evocation, and Illusion Would you do work (Mining/Farming) for the Scions?: If needed. though I prefer fully to be on the front lines and organizing tactics.

(()) This was posted on behalf of Firespirit and will be moved to the appropriate section accordingly once he wakes up /SecretaryOut

8.7/10 You're well known x3

When I was a player, before I was made ET and subsequently GM, I thought the world was boring. Nothing was happening except the constant threat of war, and the overall environment was very gloomy and depressing. I felt like the magic of the world was gone, and I was so bored. But when I joined the ET and became its Team Leader, I realised just /how much/ work has gone into creating events. Its a massive undertaking, and the only reason why people don't know about it is due to our lack of network and information. So without further ado, I present to you a gallery of screenshots I requested my team members to compile, with a short summary for each. The Great Gate Shuts Festival of a Winter's Kiss The Lost Queen A Christmas Wish List! Link And that concludes some of the events this month. I don't really feature small rp events, they are too numerous to document. These are some of the larger scaled events that come around. Also shoutout to various ET builders that helped decorate each nation's christmas tree! Without you guys and my 'heads', we would have a rather depressing Christmas. (PS: I liked the human tree the most) Post below on how I can improve this report, and if its useful to you in any shape or form. Chances are I'll be doing these once a month, towards the end as a recap.

Due to the small player count that would be involved in this, and the even smaller fun to player level this would achieve, we're going to deny ET assistance for it. This is not to say that if you wish to set this event up on your own or with friends, that we would be opposed to watch and laugh on, but rather it doesn't seem that at the moment, and in its current state, that this event is worth extra help ::Best of luck:: -Moved to denied-

This doesn't seem like a horrific idea. I'll throw it in ET chat and see if theres any interest. -Moved to Accepted-

And so I shall -Moved to denied-

This sounds like a truly interesting idea, yet... I promise you, what we have in store is ever so much more epic. Soon Anthos shall see places it has seen only a long, long time... I can't say anymore, but thanks for the suggestion! ::Unfortunately though:: -Moved to denied forum-

I neither deny or support any of the above claims. My views are personal and not ensorsed by the Technical Team of Lord of the Craft, nor any affiliated party. I, Arzota, do hereby claim all comments upon this thread at the URL extension of "http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/103628-what-can-we-expect-from-this-magic-plugin/" and "http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/103628-what-can-we-expect-from-this-magic-plugin/page-2" by myself to be redundent due to personal request. Legal procedures aside. Let's just say that we'll hear about it from the admins eventually.

Generally, yea that's exactly what it is >.> but expect things for every class, and I assure you, Heero and Blunder won't be the only ones keeping their magic. That's silly and elitest, and sometimes Telanir is a troll -nods-

I'll say this: Nah, but seriously, we can expect the magic plugin by ◘◘◘ ◘◘◘◘◘◘◘ ◘◘ ◘◘◘ and trust me when I say that no group will be left out, especially ◘◘◘ ◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘ ◘◘◘ ◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘◘ ◘◘◘ ◘◘◘◘◘. Kidding asside though, theres no need to worry, because you'll be included in one way or the other, monk magic maybe including some sort of ◘◘◘◘ ◘◘◘◘, ◘◘ ◘◘◘◘◘ ◘ ◘◘◘◘◘◘◘ ◘◘◘◘ ◘◘◘◘◘◘ ◘◘◘◘◘. Get me? It's all chill

7.8/10

4/10 I really have absolutely no clue who you are x3 But seems like others do.

8/10 I do remember you from places and things.

((Pm me over skype, "razid17016" we'll talk from there, but your brews may be appreciated by a much larger event in planning soon. So yea! Pm me! [Yes I'm ET]))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4q2e8lnqwwk Cold wind washed over the forsaken, Northern landscape as it did every other day... yet something stirred within these lands. A closer look taken, a figure seemed to be pushing ahead against the winds, surging deeper and deeper north by the minute. With robes fluttering, (Shi) trecked across the landscape, shivering violently as he approached a monolith of a black wall... one made of obsidian The figure was not alone however, no, looking more closely into the blizzard a form could be just barely seen besides him, that of a Harbinger, and more notably Shae’tan. Although it’s trail left no imprints, and it’s armor near perfectly blended into the landscape, the presence of it always was palpable, especially to that of Shi. “Just a bit further child... the end nears...” it stated ominously Entering the caldera of obsidian, Shi near froze from what was seen... the sculpture of a dragon head that one stood dormant no longer had the placated disposition as previous visits. Instead, within its mouth glowed a viscous magma, pouring down from the mouth as blood from a wound, a figure standing within the open maw “Master” Shae’tan called forwards, stepping onto the corrupted bridge and taking a knee as Shi hung back upon the same bridge. “What have you brought me this day...” he growled in a subhuman voice, gravely and unnaturally old. With that, Shae’tan stepped backwards, allowing Shi to advance forwards, who repeated the same action of kneeling with the aid of Shae’tan’s taloned gauntlet. “You seek power? Immortality?” Setherien spoke in the same monotone, eyeing the two below, “I can grant you this wish... but I ask for one thing in return.” he concluded with a slight hiss. With a bow of his head, Shi spoke lightly, “Anything sir...”, carrying a nervous, and devout tone in his voice. “You shall serve me until the end of times...” Setherian began, “But with the world in my grasp, I control even time itself, I control the chain of events. You will serve me eternally... And if you betray me, you will live the last of your days in agony between this world and the next, until I deem you are worthy of being expelled from existence.” Setherian stated in almost a business like tone, clawed hands clasping afront of a blood red armored skin. “O-of course my lord...” Shi chocked out, bowing his head as if those words were enough. “Very well... let the ceremony begin. I have not spoken these words since the day I laid the order of the Golden Lance to waste. This is a good day... this signifies the fall of Anthos and the beginning of my reign over the mortal races. From this day forwards, you shall serve me eternally, purified from the bounds of flesh and the constraints of mortality... Shi, Loche Faelcyn” Setherien started, raising his hands as a crimson and blue light over took his eyes, drakaar fire forming within his grasp. With those words, a northern flare was visible as the flames, contrasting the cold about them, enveloped Shae’tan and Shi, screams of agony and pain rising from the Mortal as Shae’tan watched from the side, seeing a black mist slowly... ever so slowly leak from the being as it was reduced to ashes. Still within the wrath of Setheiren’s purifying blaze, Shae’tan took but a small blood shard from it’s robes, flapping in the flame as if they were wind upon the outside of the caldera, and held it towards the now roasted Shi. As if by magnetic attraction, the smog arising from Shi’s corpse filled the blood shard, giving it a neon red glow... only visible as the flames finally receided. With a sidewards glance to Setherien, Shae’tan effortlessly launched the shard towards the drakaar, Setherian catching it without issue. “See him fit for a set as soon as possible. this one has a lot to learn.” Shae’tan stated poignantly with a bow of its head, turning about on its heel, before setting back out into the freezing cold, but one other blood shard in its grasp, “We’ve one more to find yet...”. Its proverbial eyes opening, Orokana stared out from within the confinement of a rust colored helm, made of the same material as that of the original Harbingers. At once, voices filled its collective mind, a chaos like no other that could be sustained by no mortal... yet Orokana seemed to be, numb, to the pain. Not just pain, emotion, love, hate, empathy... it was the perfect tool, and that it realized as it stood, form near weightless as it surveyed the inside of the cavern, seven Harbingers, the Keeper, and Setherien himself creating a semi-circle about its position, and at once, it realized that this... is where it belonged. OOC