Crayfishchris

Silly mortals.

If he had a face, Vak'thuul would grin. This town is ours already... they cannot beat us on home turf... silly mortals. They shall know Chaos soon.

I honestly do think that if we're going to have a created antagonist, we must do it silently. No extra hype and then disappointment when it doesn't live up to the massive expectations.

Meanwhile, the Scourge pillages Lenniel and merrily destroys everything. Life is good.

Terraria.

Oh my god… o.o That… is... AMAZING. He brings a smile to my face…. should he do that? :P

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This is escalating once again. High Elven doors are always open (OOCly of course, closed IC to the impure folks ;3). Scourge is always wanting for new members. Hey, we deal with this on a constant basis. I have no OOC crud with villains, only IC. Some people take certain things more serious in roleplay, certainly at this time, when corruption is spreading at an ever increasing rate. When villainy runs rampant. When chaos is the norm. Always try to have fun with this sort of stuff! Being a fugitive can be fun RP if you let it be. If it is legitimately effecting you and annoying you OOCly, I'd recommend either making a new character or taking a break from the game. It's a game. Have fun!

Yulnii mentally hushes the silly snow elf, not lis- wait... how can they listen to each other?

As many people are saying, just don't do the crime if you aren't willing to do the time. Being a villain and RPing a villain means you need to be ready for the consequences. The villain role is meant to create fun RP for others, not just the people who play it. And even if you aren't a villain, and you're simply involved with evil, you're in just as precarious a situation. All us folks involved with the Scourge directly understand this. We can't simply stroll into a town and expect to be greeted like anyone else. We're goshdarn Dreygurs, Harbingers, and cultists! We're going to get attacked! The thing about this world is that death is near meaningless. So, why would simply killing someone once make sense? Trust me, I've played villains, and the best way to avoid getting killed on sight is to not get caught, period.

Quite a shame that the mali'aheral are economically independent. The actions of a silly snow elf do nothing!

Yulnii looks at the long string of a notes, and sighs. She decides to add to the novella on the wall. My kin, why do we bicker like this? The verbal assault of those who dwell within our walls is not going to solve this matter. Evidence must be provided and things will be dealt with accordingly. Throwing around accusations around like this gets us nowhere, am I correct? Whilst I may not be as old nor as knowledgeable as you mali in this... debate of paper, I can assure you I've got more common sense. We just became unified. Don't mess that up now. *A golden owl stamp is here* Yulnii walks away, humming a small tune. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRGd0gD0QNE

((wut u sey m8)) Vak'thuul grumbles, planning for the battles to come.

Vak'thuul stands in Demones manor, the smog whipping past from the wind. There was a new presence... a new enemy to the rule of Chaos. "Bring it on."

Yulnii Elibar'acal

Yulnii, on a small trip to the Conclave, watches this speech from the crowd. Her eyes narrow as she listens to her great-aunt speak. Pulling a hood over her head, she lets out a small sigh. All she does is mumble to herself, making very little sense. "She can't be... no... I mean... she can't be talking about that... we need to keep it a... hrm..." Her sentences are broken and her eyes distant as she wanders away, her voice incredibly quiet. "What are you up to, Auntie?"

Huzzah! I'm glad the Cloud Temple rule was re-clarified. Avoids a lot of confusion that way. First

~ Lenniel, 30th of Sun's Smile, 1454 ~ The sounds began in the early day. Most of the inhabitants of the small elven town were still asleep, but the sounds of the reformed Demones Manor certainly all who still lived and worked in village. The fires up on the hill were burning once more, and two Harbingers stood, watching over the few slaves who worked the night shift. Fires were being stoked, and workers levied. The forces of Setherien were moving. The strange sickness of the land, emanating from the corrupted manor, had been spreading out over the last few Elven days. Bit by bit, inch by inch, like tentacles from a giant beast it had spread upon the land of the elves, tainting it and changing it to the will of the North. Now, with an increased pace, it began to move. Into the town, past the armored Harbingers standing by. The first one, in garb of black and gold, spoke. "Brother Kaernk... shall we begin?" The second, a reddened Harbinger with a cold air about him, spoke up. "Indeed." The two began shrieking orders to slaves and cultists alike, motioning to the town. Within the next few hours, the slaves were already hard at work at the first of the shops in the secluded elven town. Wood, stone, metal, all these items were taken and brought back to the manor. They came out quite differently. The wood was used for fuel, the stone used for ammunition, the metal used for the armor and weapons of war. "Finally, this town shall be of some use... they shall live in the slave pens... for workers under His will do not need this..." The golden Harbinger pulls at a flower, crushing it beneath his gauntlet. "Such is not the will of Him... such is not the will of Chaos..." "We shall use this place to our advantage, and then make it our own... for certain." "Yes..." The homes begin to fall, the trees begin to burn in the furnaces of the manor. And in the town itself... the corruption begins to take a new form. A strange shape begins to appear... but what it is... none can truly tell yet. ((OOC Notes))