Ryloth

"Oooooh.." A Kharajyr gawks, before reading on. "Damn it!" Haskir exclaims with a shake of his head.

Razu looks over the missive as it had fallen into his clutches. "Wow, they even took it a whole step further by becoming a ghost town." He sneers before shaking his fuzzy speckled head, "Spooky!"

A well-dressed Kharajyr man scribbles a reply, shooting off the bird with some mystical non-sense. "Reservations closed. But, some seats are empty -- 9 o'clock is in ten minutes; be here!" @CherryBoy

"I love my tavern, Dorsia. I hope everyone comes for the Tavern Night in exactly three hours from now!" Razu says aloud!

THE LIBRARY OF CAER RAYWYN Founded 9th of Snow's Maiden, Y47 Second Age The Library of Caer Raywyn has on the second day of this noble Elven commune's founding opened its doors for public access. This place of knowledge stands as a root to what we strive to become: a scholarly people known for our expansive collection of tomes so detailed they rival the lesser facilities of alternative locations. Any and all of the Principality of Savoy and beyond will find within our stores useful texts on history and culture of Elven and Kharajyri focus, alchemy and the arcane, monsters and men, and artifacts of note, and various religious and racial texts ranging from Dwarven war information to Canonist and Oyashiman writings hailing from the continent of Cathant. Artifacts of note are neatly collected about our humble halls from both magical and otherwise divine origin, with others taking note of previous Elven settlements in past times -- Arcas, Atlas, Athera, and so-on, including a vast collection noting the Arcasian Infernal invasion incorporating maps and tactical information ranging from sieges to individual battles of the Orenian Empire and Urguani legions as they skirmished with demonkind. Our alchemical collection contains entire potion recipes and guidance on the various means of extraction and alchemical laws of exchange to refresh both student and teacher, with medicinal recipes for use in practices both magical and mundane. We at Caer Raywyn hope to have as many visitors as would like to come to wander our halls, and we would be thankful for any donations or offers of trade for other relics and bountiful knowledge texts both accurate and informational. If you are a capable magical or alchemical proctor, you would as well be welcomed to reside here where we provide a high-end alchemical lab, unending supplies of herbs and their collection locations, and more. Facility Additions (Soon!) Mana Obelisk Housemagery Tome Arcanium Forge Our stores grow by the day -- come see us!

Razu dons a sly smile as his plantation takes root.

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!"

Haskir decidedly will be the admiral, as he's the only one of the three who actually owns an actual, real warship. "Sa'vi!"

"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."

"Tsk," Haskir shakes his head, "A damn shame they didn't succeed. I wonder what lizards are pulling the chain of Mr. Franz who definitely-sent-these-men!" He intones, brows aloft.

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.

MC Name: Rylothh RP Name: Haskir Company Name: Bondsmen Guild Discord: Ryloth#6969 Will you be participating in the Regatta?: Yes Will you be participating in the Brawl?: No Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.): EST

Haskir had observed the farmer Joseph Brandt tending to his crops from afar. How incredible, the sight. "Here's to the farmer." He echoes from some song faintly playing through the sky.

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."