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Jane Tanner clutches her (soulbound) pearls as war approaches.

The missive puts itself back together at Cloud Temple (No PK)

[!] A missive is posted across dwarven lands in plain ink. -+- Hello Galmor. Thank you for your letter. You have been very naughty! I can only assume that Kurai-Kuni has two enemies. Dwarves and Orcs. If you were an orc you would be named Gal’Krug I am very smart. For every break-in of Kurai Kuni, regardless of whether or not it’s you, I will indiscriminately spread the art of Golemancy to one elven soul. Signed, The Hammer of Urguan. -+-

O DARK LORD MY DARK LORD. THIS IS STRAIGHT HEAT YOUR MALEVOLANCE. . .

Auntie A gazed up. Yorumachi was much lonelier that day. "Ja ne, old friend. I hope to see you soon." promised the Ronin lighting a singular candle.

omg no worries at all! thank you for understanding and being chill I felt really bad abt nerdposting negative feedback. honestly I'd be happy to work w/ LT to propose something else if needed but I appreciate it dude, hope to see u irp c:

YAPFEST INBOUND!!!! (sorry in advance ik i sound like a huge nerd rn I literally hate nerdposting but I might just be 1 of 2 people directly affected by the djinn part of this post) i want to firstly clarify I dont think you were being purposely in bad faith with this but I do take some issues and feel as though I have some ethos on the topic as a long time djinn player and TA holder and as the only person who has a sorvian that was made by a djinn (to my knowledge) so I just wanted to put my 2 cents in for reviewers. I hope my tone comes across as neutral bc i do feel bad giving negative feedback. firstly, the comments of the accepted lore address the issue of non listed CA's and their effects of metamorphosis as seen here: While this is very vague and freeform and I agree with you in the respect that we should have more codified sorvian traits for every CA that can make them I don't think shackles are the way to go about it due to what the djinn lore precedent dictates and the fact that the djinn community was not consulted about their lore at all in regards to this amendment. djinn shackles are a physical object made by the djinn that are then blessed during the creation ritual, creatures with lesser souls (sorvians) cant have shackles, only descendants can. This is literally written in the djinn redlines. This is to say they are mundane objects that are later enchanted rather than things that manifest upon the djinn magically (pre reincarnation). I feel as though taking upon a djinn's specific glamours or even taking upon traits of a djinn's third phase would be less contradictory from a lore perspective and would also be way cooler than just giving them the jewelry that metagames the entire CA. Which leads me to question why you specifically chose shackles I know you did not do this on purpose so that is what leads me to believe the lore was not understood in entirety when making this suggestion. I again dont know you at all and am giving you the benefit of the doubt so I really hope personal offense isn't taken but the shackle thing would be a nightmare. Yes I am mega biased and I admit that, but these are my thoughts as someone who is currently one of 2 players who would be affected by this amendment currently aside from future djinn players who want to make sorvians. My final point is that by nature of being similar to seers in that their Aenguldaemon is one who takes upon many different forms it is not conducive to rp to slap another way for djinn to get metagamed. Please just choose that a sorvian inherits a djinn's specific glamors instead or even that they just have weirdo genie effects please. please o please. - The Zu

omg!! shake your dreads pallo!!! credit to drrandomk for inspiration and gaja for lifelong support

OPERATION M.O.L.O.C.H. You pace into the court. The chatter of wigs fills your ears with rancorous disgust as your nose scrunches. You had stood in line. 100 people meeting for 100 things with the Emporer. Things you didn’t even know required a meeting! With every honeyed word and every faux smile you prepare your own pitch. The lump in your throat grows tighter as you prepare to make a request for land. Your clammy hand clutches the smooth parchment of your house missive tightly as the smell of cheap Orenian cologne invades your nostrils. Every word rehearsed and every beat calculated. After 2 Saint’s Hours of listening to shilling it’s finally your turn. You’re about to speak. When suddenly you get a cosmic aviary bird, you close your eyes to hear it. Your fifth heir just got ousted as a vampire. You close your eyes and engage in the Halfling anger management techniques you had learned a day prior. You promise them you’ll deal with it later. The Lord of this place looks at you hastily “Well?” he queries downward. You quickly recenter and focus, with swift motions out comes your pitch. He seems amenable so far. Your metaphorical tongue reaches his metaphorical boot before your literal forehead touches the literal ground in reverence of the person you want stuff from. You gaze upward. He is about to accept before, suddenly, one of his many friends stares at you with mouth unmoving and telepathically injects knowledge into the Emporer’s mind. His speech pattern changes. He seems less interested. You are wafted away and threatened with death. You hang your head and begin to pace out of the courtroom. You see it in the corner of your eye. Your rival and his 10/10 Haenseti Reinmaren mix wife with $35 skin and $100 figura. Why was their petition accepted and yours wasn’t? Nepotism you seeth to yourself. Were you not a distinguished individual the steam would practically plume from your ears like from an angry kettle. They hold their hands up to their mouths and laugh in a pitch only mina could buy. As they talk about you in a 1x1 range. Your gaze narrows. You would not forget. You will have your land someday. You hold your chin up high yet your soul is wounded. The many trials of the day have made you tired as you procure from within the aether your soulstone. The only constant in this world anymore. The one thing that’s always been by your side. You are halted. Interrupted. “OI EMPTY YA POCKETS” speaks then one in a skin you swore you’ve seen frankensteined onto another bandit before. You beg and plead that you have nothing. CRP begins. You’ve roleplayed swordplay. You’ve read all the fiore books. Yes, perhaps today you’ll get a win. You begin to CRP at the first movement he starts to ask you about the position of your sword. The length of your blade. The position of your gaze. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as your heart begins to pump blood. I sent a reasonable emote! You think to yourself as you hail blue demons through the same cosmic illmanner that you planned this meeting through. As they begin to side with the bandit. You’ve had enough. In one emote you rise to full stature and utter the words of power as you extend forth your hand the clouds part to reveal a porcelain radiant white light. THE SUN. WHITE AND HOLY. As the bandit looks at you with passive aggressive gaze and types dreadedly with those two curved lines that makes your teeth grind ((um, what magic is this? Suddenly, a beam of holy death sunders outward from the universes eye and obliterates a nearby pinktag who was asking about the Hatsune Miku statue mid CRP. MALCHAEDIEL ORBITAL LIGHT OUTPUT CANNON HUB DESCRIPTION OF THE ARTIFACT: When entering Azuras one would notice that the sun was now radiant white like Malchaediel’s flame and could feel remnants of the dead star Xan. All of Azuras is under the Brazen Bonfire effect forever. It has been altered from whatever elden ring backfacing lore you guys were planning and repurposed into an orbital laser (way cooler guys) that can shoot 1 giant Vigorous Blow that appears as a big ginormo gongus laser. (See: Big fuckign Laser) Big fuckign Laser: WHAT DOES THE ARTIFACT DO? In [1] emote [Connection + Total Obliteration] the artifact casts downward forth a beam of righteous white flame in the shape of a beam [Flavor] that would seek to render 1 person into dust only 1 time. REDLINES: OOC PURPOSE: Now that the war is over I just think we all want to see blood one last time before we die. I just think that everything has been really quiet and I think everyone would value from this. Since people can ask me nicely to use the laser I will likely let someone else use it. Probably a pinktag. I just think I should be allowed to kill 1 (ONE) person once (1) TIME. Just 1 time. Please. REDLINES: HOW WAS THE ARTIFACT MADE? I was a Paladin who survived. I stick it on his third eye and make him blink. My Asioth is like my spread always stacking. I have repurposed Xannic technomancy (real lore) to Malchaediel and Jophiael as my Paladin enlists the help of three mighty templars to bring back the Xannic egg obliteratonator. In a great ritual a maximum of THREE (3) Templar gather around the brazen bonfire and enter LOS (LINE OF SIGHT) with the sun, mages are allowed to cast upon something so long as they have line of sight and our templars can see the sun thereby justifying that the sun can be blessed by THREE (holy number) templars chanting in hymnal prayer: The chant must be spoken in entirety and cannot be altered in any way or the creation ritual would fail: “You take a bat and a pangolin and mix them both together let the bat bite the pangolin (he doesn't feel better) take the bat and the pangolin and shake em both up and when you jab that same pangolin you've made a deadly superbug.” Then upon the chants penultimate word with lettering amounting to a prime number each Templar will throw 100 trophies into the flame all grinded off of Sr_Dimentio or any other ghoul player everytime they try to give anyone content. These trophies will be sacrificed as soon as the MART is accepted because if theyre not accepted im gonna use them for something else. Thanks. I dont wanna actually risk my trophies lol. Here is proof that I have Malchaediel’s courage which is a necessity to be able to use the MArt.

Jenny gets ready for another adventure at the Imperial DMV. (

"Do you have anything Gluten Free?" queried Auntie A (Auntie Amanda) at the Cracker Barrel (gentrified Grub Bucket) she was preparing her strength to remove the Yamatai Hatsu statue and replace it with Heartlandic Hero Dolly Parton sama

A dimwit lazed upon a hammock in the southern isles snoozing to her heart's content, as the missive that she could not read rested over her face, to shield her eyes from the blazing sun. One she kept because she saw a drawing that reminded her of herself. She had no clue what danger awaited her next. . .

Just saw Jenny last week she's p cool.

The Iron Lady wept beneath Storm Island's never-ending torrent, she made sure to keep track of what were tears and what were rain. For her memory of her dear friend would not be swept away so easily.

The dumpling/noodle stand lady gets ready to cater for the hungry masses "Dumpling hotdog." she affirms at her next experiment, within the confines of that food stand.

VOUCH. Hatsune Miku was my honored ancestor (my character) in 2014 (she was also me). Don't be mean 2 me :c

come home my rat son.

PLEASE DO NOT TELL US WHAT WE CAN AND CANNOT DO! WE WILL RALLY AS MUCH AS IT TAKES.

hartbreoken............. </3

In a small dinky room in foreign lands a retired warlord now Ronin sat in a singular chair the letter in one hand the dossier for her next odd job in the other. As weary red eyes scanned the contents of the letter she took a swig of her gourd. Beside her an array of cigarette butts littered the table of the dimly lit inn room she were staying in this night. As she placed the papers down and begun to pack her Tanegashima ("crossbow") full of bolts she pumped it singularly. "Cheong-Won. Rest easy. You did good, no- better than good. I am proud." only after she poured one out for a real one did the Ronin step outward with a kick of the door to go blow femurlord's shit smoove off to mega kill him so he can ultra die. (YES, YOU!!!!!!!!!!!)

thanks spoopy duck c:

are these chimera ants from hunter x hunter

rad. i like this a lot.

yay! :)