Drak3

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ON THE TWELFTH OF THE DEEP COLD, 268 of THE SECOND AGE ISSUED BY CHARSI DOOMFORGED ᛒᚤ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚨᚾᚲᛁᛖᚾᛏ ᚲᛚᚨᚾ ᛞᛟᛟᛗᚠᛟᚱᚷᛖ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ For too long our brethren have gone unseen and unannounced within the grand halls of Urguan, a shadow of their once blisteringly bright glory carried throughout the years long past. With the wallowing of ashes that us few tread through I will now ask for all my fellow Doomforged to step from the shadows you have cast yourselves in, rejoin us within Urguan and aid in bringing prosperity once again to our supposedly named clan. Now is our time to rise stronger than before, unified with our other dwedkin. This is also a call to challenge the current clan leadership, for if not hearing back within one stone week I will have to presume you’ve lost interest in guiding our once-mighty clan, a shallow undertaking on your own part. The endgame is upon us, and I aim to wrench forth control to muster the Doomforged again into a new age, that of wealth, success and constructive reputation. The hourglass has started and you have been given ample discretion. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ SIGNED, ᚲᚺᚨᚱᛊᛁ ᛞᛟᛟᛗᚠᛟᚱᚷᛖᛞ CHARSI DOOMFORGED

The undead knight stood just beyond the gaping maw of a cliff, their frame solid as stone within the harrowing wind that blew unforgiving. They would shift suddenly in a certain direction, bones cracking slightly where muscle and skin once covered their skeletal frame. Looking out now in the grand distance at the vast, snowy peaks that bordered where life grew unabated. "Perhaps a meeting is in order to see what this is all about."

How much more punishment will my Dark Stalker take in this cruel world?

Holy sheet, this is jucci.

I apologize for coming off the wrong way as I have really been out of touch with the community and their wants n' needs. I am not here to sugar coat, merely express the nostalgic sense that I have carried from playing this CA in the far and recent past.

I am honestly not sure on how I feel with this sudden shelfing of a CA that has been around for years. There has been a recent uprising in activity in their community too. Perhaps the community could have more of a say in these types of choices being made, seeing as we are the very reason the server keeps going. With the constant removal of deep-seeded lore, what truly keeps players around other than wartime, pvp and greed of shiny items? Suppose we will just have to see how this all pans out.

Somewhere, deep within the bowels of an inferno-like clanhall. An aging Dwedess smiled with catching wind on the coming duo of celedbrations. "Goo' fer yeh lad, I beh prou' o' yeh, now get Urguan back inta gear."

Deep within the bowels of a subterranean room resided the gauntly figure of a dwedess, slumped and inactive within the mindset of mourning for a piece of a puzzle never to be regained. Consistent pain and agony now ebbed like a throbbing, open wound that ceased to heal on its accord. The crackling of flames within the fireplace burned behind the darkened chair, which was treated as much of prison, like her mind. How much could be taken until another thread snapped was the true question while sitting alone, frozen from the outside world with only misery and loneliness as a companion.

Come play a Doomforged!

This is what the Shamanism community has been waiting for and needing all this time. Excellent job on the potential rewrite. +1

"Fehck yeah, take teh reins n' yank upon teh strin' o' fate, Briga, I suppor' yeh fulleh!" Charsi would give a thumbs-up to her friend and smithy companion.

Charsi Doomforged would clap in hearing this! "Bravoh!"

Nito! +1

Charsi sat and waited for the feast, a warm smile mimicking the fiery glow cast from both eyes. "Thios shoul' beh a fun tiome, I canno' beh waitin ta see everehone who beh showin up!" She'd bob her head once, then head off to make a few preparations.

13th of the Sun's Smile, Year 96 of the 2nd age With the coming of ages history often repeated itself, though at times a spark would ignite an inferno of change, like a wildfire sweeping across vast plains and forests. Consuming life entirely as the winds fueled the destruction further with every waking moment that passed. This is what was ushered within the beating heart of the Doomforged lassie after hearing of the betrayal of both Rhaezaiil and Brankhyn. It burned, seethed like the quaking of the earth itself, the pounding of blood that coursed through her mortal frame heightened by the fury of what the clan had dissolved into right under her nose. Though in the passing minutes of hearing of the grim results of Rhaezaiil’s betrayal and death and the escape of Brankhyn from Urguan. It was clear a change was needed, and thus the mantle of the clan fell upon the ashen Dwedess’s shoulders. The heavy news was lifted after a communing within the halls of the Grand Chancellor’s room, the announcement washing away the recent acquired doubts and fears like a wave of scorching violence, soon to give way to new growth much like how death can bring new life with fertile soil, so to would a new era of Doomforged rise from the ashes, rekindled by the beating of hearts. The time of change was upon the clan as the scales had been tipped, new life would breathe into the Doomforged once more with the coming stone weeks and the guidance of Charsi Doomforged who now held the title of clan mother.