Crayfishchris

"**** you."

Kristian smiles back, the birthmark that was so distinctive before still showing bright now, even after death. "Strange. 'Twas a bit easier than I thought. Replayed thin's like this o'er an' o'er in m'head... thinkin', well, thinkin' that I 'ad made a mistake, or that I messed up. Still 'member it now, strangely... I am glad we're friends." He turns to Ikur, face turning serious. "Griff... er... Ikur... er, whatever y'go by these days. I'll tell y'this one thin' after livin' with y'buggers for twenty fawkin' years. Elves can't stay true t'decisions. They like t'scheme. They like t'fight. They like t'debate. Truth b'told, they need a stern leader, they just don't realize it. Otherwise they fall 'part like Conclave did... or become hard t'govern like Malinor. Now... I'm a warrior. Peace ain't in my blood. But I know that enough Elven blood's been spilled by other t'keep ya from doin' it t'y'selves." "Now... why the fawk are we 'ere again? I sorta forget t'purpose o' this place." ((No hate, only love. <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333))

The gray form of Kristian smiles. "Again? Good for y'then. Neva' got married m'self... just... ended up with lots o' kids for some reason. Lots o' adoptions, y'know. Sorry t'see y'died. I always thought I'd go out in a battle, with somethin' like that. 'Stead I just... body just gave out. Shame, that." The ghost pauses, looking down at the ground before looking back up at Eleron. "I never meant t'urt ya, friend. I was glad y'named me Mali'llir... that meant... so much, considerin' what I went through. I ain't much, man, but I ain't... evil... I... hope... I... didn't..." he laughs, running a hand through his ghastly goatee, "There's no 'ard feelin's, right?"

"Oh... 'ey there, 'Leron. 'Ow's it been? Long time no see, aye?"

"Oh, hey. The gang's all 'ere, aye?"

"Fawkin' bugger stealin' all the credit," grumbles the ethereal Kristian.

"Oi. That dirt face did 'solutely nothin' t'elp us with tha' coup'd'etat. Why does 'e get all the credit?" says Kristian post-mortem. Yulnii laughs. "Oh, I do love these rumors. I am Ikur's teacher, and if he had killed anyone to somehow 'get' this magic, I would know. Absolutely ridiculous. Life is not a fairytale, and this logic to make my llir seem like the villain is half-arsed. No one knows Fi more than a FI mage... and I'll say this is utterly wrong."

"Fools will be fools will be fools. It's ridiculous, really... this nation has prospered and acted well. It is the best Elven nation in a long while. The reasons? One, it is effective, in a way Malinor was not. Two, it is not a fractured dictatorship based on valah principles, as the Conclave was. "I think it is because we are in a separate district that they see us as terrible leaders. They have the same rights. They have the same rules... they're free, essentially. There is no hatred towards anyone of another race... not at all. They were the ones who came to us," she sighs, taking a short sip before continuing. "This is a government created by ne'er do wells and lawbreakers, simply put. They had no place in an organized society, so instead they wished to bring back the 'glory days', their nostalgia blinding them."

"Great nation? Malinor was lax, disorganized, and ruined by valah influence. It was a hub of crime, a testament to everything wrong in the world. It made elmali the punching bag of Anthos. Sohaer Kalenz is taking many steps in the right direction, righting the wrongs of the poor Princes and Princesses of the times before," Yulnii says, a deep look of disgust on her face.

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

It was the scale used before, it was used this time, I suppose. Consistency. It's 1000 times every person who was in there.

He is the one who knox. (Have I made this joke before? Eh, screw it.)

Welcome :p

Top notch posting right there mate : ^ )

((If it's a raid, you can't occupy a city, bud. @Destroyer_Bravo I was not online, but I heard that folks were just sitting there for a long while, at Supremacy's 1AM to 4AM. That isn't a raid. That's against the rules.)) Yulnii sits at home and hums, having not been slaughtered. See no evil, hear no evil, an all that.

Banned because you're self-conscious.

I also like how 'all' GMs means three : ^ ) (Though granted... I'm making an orc in 4.0...)

Baa pops his head up from his pen. "Did someone say reasonably priced sheep? Er... no...? A-alright." The dejected sheep then falls into a crippling depression, drinking himself to sleep with week old goat milk.

"Accept," says Yulnii, bouncing the baby Athri up and down in her arms.

Just going to be honest with you, there will be next to no serious (i.e. "Do this to be better") feedback on this. Bettering yourself comes from viewing other people's reactions to what you say and do, not asking them outright. I've learned this myself ^-^ However, from my experiences with you, you seem to be a good RPer and chill to be around. I don't know you /too/ well, so I can't lay claim to any real feedback. Just chilling out and being nice to people is all the advice I have to offer.