Ryloth

didnt read im only +1ing for finally having ashwood crafting just wish the taste of swells to kha' being a delicacy was kept in the lore, kinda withdraws some of the lore's flavor

consume my toe because the old lore is incredibly dated and says crazy **** like needing tempered carbarum threading when literally not a soul will ever find carbarum let alone use it for a godhead hologram with the same function as a bookshelf

just add it +10

[!] A missive finds itself tacked upon the signposts of Providence, hastily-written in a moment of glee after the burnings in the Orenian capital. THE BURNING OF OUR TOTEMS “From stone to scale, my wings are torn, A song of death do I sing. A curse to fear, a rite to mourn, Love not the pain I bring. Splendor to dust, my soul forlorn, We are your fallen Kings. But now we die, to be reborn, When Aenguls clip our wings.” HARK, DENIZENS OF PROVIDENCE: You are BLESSED by the fires of ASIOTH! Bathe in the light of DEATH and REBIRTH, for this is LIFE! All are consumed by the flame, if not the dirt beneath your feet -- for our earthly Lord shall bend the heavens to His will, and tear down the shackles of divinity forevermore. Heed not the devilry that is what you call DIVINE, for the most HOLY are they who walk our Auric Path, the road of wisdom and knowledge, strength and power; of ascension! Witness that which is the BIRTH OF DRAGONS, the fires that reap that effigy of Our Lord. The Arch-Drakaar bears witness the sight of ye Pagan wigs, like the Fatherists of Norland afar, worshipping the great Ashwood trees burning with their mundane flame -- but He is LOVING, and so KNEEL before His might; bear witness His power! Afore your Cathedral lay the great totem of our Titan, one which burned the fires of DEATH to meet the hands of REBIRTH. Witness your Cathedral, an improvement of the last -- for this is LIFE! Pray upon the great totem, and seek the path of enlightenment; 'else ye wig be burned!

Haskir peers over the missive with a wide grin at first, quite liking the display for his fellow Azdrazi! Oren finally bent the knee, accepting Azdromothian worship of ASIOTH into their very streets. He didn't even read the text, before showing everyone around how much Providence loved his Lord. "How doting they are, they create totems and shrines of our OWN design, and burn them as we do!"

"Were it not for the shields constructed by us around the city of Lareh'thilln, it would have been utterly, and totally destroyed when the first waves of demon spawn arrived." Haskir says with a scoff. "They would have been no different than the Korvassa -- destroyed, gone."

i havent read it yet but yes please more wood lore

Haskir furrows his brows. "All races? Even ologs?" He shivers after a thought, "That's a little weird!"

Haskir looks over the missive, baffled. The signatory Usamea sought to implace themselves, or someone as Maheral yet ... Larihei was Maheral. He shakes his head confusedly. "Sohaer Othelu Orrar had made Larihei the eternal Maheral. How can they replace Larihei?" "Madness." He says, disappointed.

Haskir reviews the treaty of Providence, wondering how it is with the Grand Kingdom of Urguan for a few moments. "Didn't they already send this?" He queries before looking at the signatories. The de Astreas ... Elysium. "Quality. The Empire doesn't even know who they ally with."

Haskir wonders what mental gymnastics the Grand Kingdom of Urguan will pull next. Perhaps they will reveal that the mountains of Karinah'siol harbor secret labyrinthian dwarven catacombs?

Another panther nods in mad respect for The Panther!

The assassin of that night was not pleased with his actions. Upon retrieval of a copy of this retelling, he took a seat in the shade of a roadside palm to read. The same rains of the night before pelted the dry parchment through the reeds and stalks of the tree. "Ugh." A complaint as he wiped the surface free of water drops. "If Father Basil Moroul only had stopped running his mouth," He said somewhere along as he read, "Maybe Father Otto would not have died, too. My intent was for only the Moroul." Rolling up the scroll, he sat back under the tree against its creaking trunk to watch the passers-by.

[!] A simple note is posted in response.

[!] A MISSIVE IS POSTED OVER ANOTHER, UNSIGNED SAVE FOR ITS INSIGNIA. IT HAS BEEN MODIFIED AFTER UPDATED INFORMATION, AND IS FOUND IN VARIOUS KINGDOMS IN-GAME IN PUBLIC SPACES. WANTED ALIVE WHO: THE GRAND JUSTICIAR of the BROTHERS OF VIRTUE, ALICJO VERRANA For the retrieval of the one LIVING Alicjo Verrana in bindings where ever they may be, the individual responsible shall be awarded TWO-THOUSAND MINAS. Any individuals with information leading to the capture of Alicjo Verrana will be awarded fifty minas if proven to be accurate. Pin a response to this missive with your information if you are successful in their capture, and an exchange date will be scheduled at a stronghold of ours. He is a Heartlander man who stands at about 4'10", commonly sighted within the bounds of the Orenian Empire around the remains of the Ivy House. He is a lecher and a scoundrel, missing his left ear and the ring finger upon his right hand. Heavily tattooed, often armed with a baton and a knife. They are a suspected dragon hunter of some kind. REWARD: TWO - THOUSAND MINAS INFORMATION REWARD: FIFTY MINAS

[!] A missive is posted in response, pinned in locations plentiful.

yo since when do you write for kunuk

Haskir didn't have much hope anymore, these days. Too many had come and gone, and the more frequent it occurred, the less he smiled. The less he frowned, too, a stalwart and expressionless thin-lipped indifference beset upon a countenance no longer caring. But as the days went by after hearing she had ventured afar in search of empowerment, he waited patiently to congratulate her in return of her three-hundredth birthday. Yet she would not return for these congratulations. Time went on, and finally it was to be assumed a similar fate to the rest had consumed her, 'lest she be lost to wandering. Helinathe, none other than Vivyne Ravexi would not be returning from her ventures. All he could do was grow angry. Seething, violent, terrible anger.

"No-one has done anything in this manner as the vast majority is ravings of a mad-man, and the Empire is allied to Haelun'or. High Elves don't worship anything. When will they find the Azdrazi temple in Oren?" "I wonder too when he'll figure out that the Imperial State Army's Fourth Brigade was founded upon the Azdrazi." He murmurs as he reviews the call.

Haskir observes as Olivier Renault applies his facemask before leaving his palace. Providing him a thumbs-up, he realized that Olivier Renault was likely quarantined since the coronation.

"Now this -- this is comedy." Haskir laughs.