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Constellation of the Four Brothers A collection of constellations shaped in a bow, hammer, sword and axe, tools and weapons associated with the four brothers, the group of constellations in conjunction with each other are always northwise. Hammer of Urguan Sword of Horen Axe of Krug Bow of Malin Stars making up these constellations are especially bright, distinctive enough to be recognized in the night sky. Ooc: Just a bit of world building, can be used as an rp way for navigation whether it be land or sea.

[!]Sheep killings discontinued, bounty paid. ~Axios Bounty Company

Wanted: [!]Halfling farmers spotted a dark shape lurking around their fields and sheep pens, in the morning, all that were left were dry husks. Only seems to appear at night. Threat level: N/A Suggested party number: )3-4 Description of beast(s): ??? Location: :Halfling village. Rewards: (E.g. Minas or special item) : 50 mina and whatever is found on the beast. [!]MSG Bathrugman IG or on skype

I remember I pitched an idea like this to peeps, it's just that telekinesis can do this already. Also, violates line of sight rule

Ayo, you got it

1- I can see where your criticism stems from but the deity merely planted the seed for certain aspects of art. All art of which came forth after the Aengul's influence was developed on their own. 2- Fixed 3- If you read the whole lore piece, you would notice that it's one deity, who 'acts' out three different personas. 4- I'll pm you about it.

Sure, looks good. We always need more materials

The Aengul of Creativity Introductions In the beginning, there existed a singular entity older than time itself, with seemingly limitless power. This being was dubbed the Creator, who then reached into the void in order to draw upon our realm first the Seven Skies. Birthed from his immeasurable strength then came upon us the Aenguls and Daemons, each of them as well carrying great power, although none anywhere near the Creator. These AenguDaemons then began to sway the Descendant races, from start to current age. When one mentions these great Aenguls or Daemons, many of our minds may drift to thoughts of Iblees, Tahariae, Aerial, Xan. Yet it should be well noted that there are many who we have yet to meet, or even so much as hear about. One of these great beings is the one we unveil today. A once mighty and proud Aengudaemon, rivalling possibly even an Arch-Aengudaemon in scope, and their performance that they play on us mortals each and every day. Shortly after the dawn of time itself is when they began, the mortal races of Man, Elven, Dwed, and Orc having only just started their long journey throughout the realm of Aegis. They were lesser, unnamed Aenguls who pondered in the infinite planes of the Seven Skies, wondering how they may connect with their many kin. As the other Aenguls and Daemons began taking upon titles and mantles, it would grew confused. Guardian of Souls. Aengul of Purity and Order. Daemon of Time. Why had they chosen to do such? Each had their views on what was ‘right’, and what defined something as ‘wrong’ and ‘unnatural’. The confused Aengul then turned, looking upon the mortal realm as many of its kin had before it. What it saw were not those who may worship him, but those who remained simple minded and dumb. The Aengul sought not to gain a following as many of the others had, but rather thought it best to teach those Descendants. And so they began with the birds in the forests of Malin, casting itself upon the land as a simple yet beautiful creature. This was the robin, boasting a feathery orange coat as it flew about the forest and chirped its song to each group of birds it would pass. Over time this grew, each flock of birds soon taking up their own song. Their own melody, their own tunes to sing and spread. Only a short while passed before those young Mali heard their melodies, and soon found themselves swaying to such. They found the songs beautiful, and began to craft their own music and instruments so that their own tunes may be heard. And thus music was brought upon the realm of the Descendants, and the Aengul grew. Soon after, it would find itself gazing upon those lands inhabited by the children of Horen. It watched as the ancestors of man walked about, impressed as they would observe their hunting and sparring. Despite this, Man dwindled. Their short lives and lack of a written language only causing those born to yearn for knowledge on their past, each generation growing farther from the last. It began to ponder once more, weeks passing as they remained in deep thought. On the second day of the second week, a realization dawned upon him as he used his growing power to once more cast upon the mortal realm upon a young human girl. This girl had been gathering herbs for her small and isolated village as a berry would suddenly sprout forth from cracks in the rocks below her feet. The girl found her foot connecting with the berry, unknowing until it then splattered against the rock. She would look down to the crimson innards of the berry, now spread upon the stone below her feet. Out of sheer curiosity she would lift the rock, wiping away the berry juices only to find the rock stained red. After sme moments of studying this, she’d drop it and began rushing towards her village in a fit of excitement. She yelled out to those who would listen, beginning to mash up several berries as she smeered them across several of the boulders placed around the village. The end result would be pictures, crudely made of the beasts and animals the village hunted. The chieftain saw this, and from such was born writing and drawing. Those born of man found themselves for the first time able to record their own history. And thus Art was brought upon the realm of the Descendants, and the Aengul grew. After having finished with the children of man, the Aengul turned his attention to the Dwed. They quickly found himself dumbfounded. The Dwed were lively, hearty folk with stout height and majestic beads. They would carry many riches, cursed by the greed that had plagued them since Iblees’ fall. Yet what they lacked was beauty in the Aenguls eyes. The gemstones the dwarves bore would oft remain untouched and locked away. This was to be changed as once again the Aengul would cast itself down upon the mortal realm, this time as an icy wind that would travel to the heart of the Dwed’s home. Each Dwed remained locked inside their homes for a single night as their doors froze shut, windows icing over. Morning eventually came however, each of the Dwed slowly making their way outside. What they saw amazed them. A sculpture of Urguan himself seemed to be formed of ice in the center of their city, made perfectly without any flaws. Many of them quickly began rushing off, trying to redo the beauty of the fast melting sculpture as curiosity filled their hearts as had with other descendants prior. In time, this would spread to stonemasonry, Jewelry, and Sculpting as each was brought upon the realm of the Descendants, and the Aengul grew. Finally they would set their gaze upon the children of Krug, seeing only barbaric warfolk upon first glance. They were like they are today, each tribe in a pursuit of honor gained in brutish and often unhonorable combat. Those few tribes guides by the Spirits would be reluctant to fight their kin, yet those not fought without guilt. The Aengul found himself disgusted at this, quickly descending upon the Orcish jungles and spirits. This Aengul set its sights upon a single Orc, a powerful shaman placed within one of the still warring tribes. As the shaman traversed the spirit realm in order to find a spirit to commune with, the Aengul quickly revealed itself in the form of a fire spirit. It would speak for the first time in its everlasting life, voice contorted into the deep accent bore by the Orcs. It then began its first play, acting out his role as it showed the shaman conjured images of what the Orcish tribes would become if they continued fighting, flashing dark omens within the head of the orc. The Aengul then told the orc to go out, and end the conflict by first spreading the news of the visions he had recieved. The Orc promptly obeyed, the knews spreading fast as the Orcs grew too terrified of their own future to continue the fighting. Once such was complete, the Shaman once more visited the spirit realm to be again confronted by the Aengul. The Aengul would confide, showing itself for what it was as the Shaman grew ever furious. It would state being one of three. Upon leaving, and over time calming his head, the Shaman would look back upon the events as a curiosity overtook him. He remembered the perfect acting of the Aengul’s fake form, and sought to spread such among his Orcish kin. And thus Acting and Culture was brought upon the descendants for a final time, the Aengul once more growing. Many would state that this is where the story of the unnamed Anegul ended he fell into obscurity. It had seemingly vanished after having given it’s gifts to the Descendants; Story, Music, Art, History, Jewelry. However, those that thought this to be true could be no more wrong. The Aengul would watch for a great amount of time, pleased as it saw the fruits of their labor, even being gifted the title, “The Aenguls of Creativity”. Each race would spread the gift it was granted. Man would show their art to all who passed through their domain. Mali would sing out in happiness in times worthy of joy for all to hear. Dwed would display their jewelry and sculptures to any they saw, even selling some and teaching others to make it. Orcs would enact their own tales of glory, which soon became common practice to perform among other races. As for other's? New races flourished and the Aengul came and went, planting the seed of creativity within the minds of many, yet soon its name would fade, only being remembered by few. Their gifts were taken for granted, and the Aenguls simply watched. In time it would grow ever bored, its’ influence albeit obscure and uncertain spread, yet the Aengudaemon felt lost. Memories of the past flooded its’ mind, it thought of the shaman and how much fun it had preforming like many of mortals did in the plays they held. It almost was jealous of the frail, physical mortals. So it pondered once more. And Pondered. Eventually giving into temptation of a performance.. The stage is our mortal realm which we live in today. It’s spectators? You, me, he, she, everyone. The Characters? Patron:Azerog-Thoth Aengul of Song, Music, and Poetry Azerog-Thoth is often viewed as an easy going and lighthearted Aengul, wishing for nothing more than to put on a great show; although how such pans out is left to the Descendants. Patron: Sum'sun Aspect of the Scholar, of Literature and Crafting. Grumpy, Old, and Cryptic, Sum'Sun is oft focused on more inverse things, novellas, poetry, and art interesting him more than more extrovert. Being the more serious of the three aspects of creativity. He is equally creative, yet most of his knowledge akin to the Daemon Dragur is stuck in his mind, preferring the solidarity it provides. Patron:Du'Yawa Aspect of the Dancer and of Painting and Dance. Calm, Cool, and Collected, Du’Yawa is dubbed the mediator between the two other aspects of creativity. Being a perfect balance of extrovert and Introvert Du’Yawa, often is the one to settle the two opposing aspects of creativity when the three need to settle on an idea or action in their play. The final and most important part of this play is the actor, which rightfully is the nameless Entity of Creativity itself.Some say it was a hatchet fashioned in the seven skies, which it struck upon itself splitting it into three aengudaemons. In truth however, each of these Aenguls, Azerog-Thoth, Sum'Sun, and Du’yawa are simply masks the being puts on. No longer alone in its’ pursuit of the perfect play, the Entity descends upon the mortal plane to perform the greatest act, accompanied by its’ many personalities the play begins. Now you may ask, “But Storyteller, when does this play begin?” And I shall reply, “Now!” OOC: Thanks to Booklight12 for writing out me ideasd, Fury_Fire for the formatting and Gladuos for suggestions/edits.

Cool idea but should be made to all transfigurationists. It just seems like a natural progression as you become more and more experienced in alteration.

I like it but I don't think it's suitable for player use. I do think it should be an event creature though

I will give minas pls

Now you're playing with portals.

Oh man, this is amazing. Def going to speak with a cockney accent now. V in-depth +1

I'll never try hard core drugs in real life, so why not in a fantasy role play server in minecraft? Both of them are totally non-life ruining. +1 from me.

Time to make my own friends.