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    [CA][Zar’ei] dogwolf goes emo

    in Accepted Creature Apps

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    MC Name:

    dogwolf

     

    Character's Name:

    Dorhuzak

    (Tarwen)

     

    Character's Age:

    56

     

    Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

    Human

     

    Transformed form:

    Zar’ei

     

    Creator's MC Name:

    TheFairLady

     

    Creator's RP Name:

    Morrigan

     

    Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

    Zar’ei are twisted beings forged by the essence of torment and malflame. Unlike their lesser kith, the zar’ei retain much of their intellect and resist degrading into mindless beasts, often using this advantage to their own devices. They relatively appear to have a humanoid form, however they are twisted via the mutations, causing zar’ei to have extra limbs. For example they could grow tails or wings; just to name a few of the many possibilities of the causes of their change. Zar’ei are able to manipulate the essence of malflame more effectively then the rest of their kith, though not entirely on par with zar’kiel, their greaters. Malflame in its form is the very fabric of chaotic magic. Usually appearing in a form of a unyielding flame, in a range of colors and hues. Though appearing to be flame is only its visible form, as it bears no warmth or color of mortal fire akin to that of pyromancy or that of a torch on a castle wall. Malflame targets its victims soul, causing immense trauma and agonizing pain within the body of the victim. Though on the surface the area in which the malflame struck is blackened, with wisps and embers of its presence still scorching the area of touch, resonating pain throughout the body. This in turn produces maleus, the life-energy to fuel malflame. Malflame will burn away the soul, and convert its essence into maleus which is then reaped by the zar’ei or its prince, like a farmer to his crops. However a more violent and impacting strike of malflame, more aimed at doing damage will not yield any maleus, or if any to the zar’ei or its prince. It is noted that malflame will dissipate against material of the world, such as cloth or armor, as it bears no kinetic energy for it to ignite on, simply vanishing into smoke.

    In each being of the infernal court, their lies ambition which drives them to climb the hierarchical ladder. Usually to garter strength and eventually seize the top, the zar’ei performs contracts with those willing to allow their dealer their soul. For the duration of a year the contracted participate will feel drained, whilst it will regenerate slowly. Eventually the Zar’ei will have consumed enough souls, each one contributing slowly but surely to unlock the art of a single dark magic. Not only to mention their physical abilities will increase, but also their mannerisms and attitude via a new malice that shall effect them.

     

    Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

    None

     

    Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

    I do

     

    Are you aware that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

    I do

     

    Do you consent to accepting what may happen to this character?:

    I do

     

    Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

    N/A

     

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    An Agony Filled Heart

    in Atlas Roleplay Archive

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    Rain poured down on the weary wanderer. Lapping at his clothes, soaking its fabric, clinging to his skin, and battering his spirits. All his late life he hated rain. Reminded him of his past. A violent, yet passionate past. Filled with remorse and regret. He trudged through the countryside of the Dominion, a sight clouded by the thick rain. For the woods around him had become a field of ash, the embers of war and bloodshed. For every mile or so a decaying body was on the road. He didn’t stop to check if was mali or uruk, it did not faze him in the slightest to even look at the fallen figure. And so he trudged on.

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    A few more miles was all he could summon, before resting under one of the many large oaks that surrounded him. Shelter from the rain was all that mattered, anything to get out of the tendrils of its wetness. Slumping down besides a patch of roots, he could not help but remember what truly haunts him. The visage of a figure appeared before him, the face faded, but a figure known all to well to him.

     

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    “FORWARD IN THE NAME OF HIS MAJESTY! RUN THESE BASTARDS DOWN!”

     

    All around him were the clashes of steel and the smell of fresh blood. Screams of agony, cries of pain, tears of sorrow, voices drowning out his senses. Suddenly a steel object came into his null visage, aiming for his left shoulder! With a quick parry from his longsword, and a shove in the form of a riposte, he was back in his senses. “Yes, we’re fighting a war, but why?” he questioned to himself as he plunged his blade into the norfolk he shoved on his back, a squelching squeal  cried out for home and hearth, before his voice faded to a dying croak. Not before getting the chance to stand, a fierce kick was sent to his plated helm from a vengeful norfolk who sent him to his a dazed state on his back. Sprawled out on the marshlands floor he lazily looked to his right and left. Piles of the dead or dying littered around him. The smell of the marsh and the dead was all but nauseating. For meters around him, his countrymen and allies were fighting the norfolk and their allies, whoops and cries of paganistic chants filled the norfolks hearts, whilst the soul and mind of the renatians were filled with the hymns and songs of the cannonist god. “Now's not the time…” he thought to himself as time no longer seem to slow, as his visage snapped to above him as a norfolk bore down at him with an incoming spear. Fear of death filled his very body, as he gripped the incoming spear with relative ease and pulled the norfolk into him. With a feminine yelp of surprise the norfolk was whisked into him, and the two began to sprawl on the marsh floor. Dirt and water kicked up around the two as they fought to see the next sunrise, neither wanted to die, but only one could live. After some time of brawling, he came out on top of the norfolk, it was then he realised he was wrestling a she-wolf of a woman. Tears filled the woman’s eyes as he wrapped his hands around her neck, the very life draining from her eyes. Her arms flailing in the mud around them, and her body thrusting in death sprawls, frantically trying to throw him off. It was then a horn sounded, as the sound of steel begin to give way to the fleeting of feet on wet soil, and the cries of agony gave way to cheers of victory. Renatus had triumphed at the battle of the Forkwoods. But this meant little to him, he could not partake in the cheering and celebration, for below him was the dead woman. His visage was fixed on her lifeless expression. He trembled and shook at the thought, he had danced with death.

     

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    He trekked down the road further, the rain had ceased its relentless downpour, and had given way to grey and ambient fog. The last traces of the rain’s trace was lurking around him. Puddles formed, creeks overflowed, and the air was filled with the smell of wet dew. Distant drops fell from the leaves that littered the oak and pine trees around him. His feet falling down on the wet forest floor emitted a wet clop with each resounding step. The sound was aggravating to say the least.

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    Further down where the forest was at its thickest, so too was the fog. Visibility was shortened to only a few steps in front of him. Sound seemed to have stopped, everything fell silent. No birds, no water. Even his steps had become muffled. Magic? He could not hear anything, not even the rasp of his blade drawing from his sheath.

    “Who goes there?!” was what he called, out… or what he believed he said.

    A throaty clack of teeth was heard all about him, drowning his senses. Laughter? Then it all seemed to cease. Then in his peripheral he saw a figure atop a ridge. Turning to face the ridge, all he could see were the faded traces of an outlined figure, followed by a cackle laugh from a woman. He shuddered and quaked in fear, all he could do, was follow.

    It was then his vision began to blur, and the world about him descended into a haze of black.

    “What’s… H-Happening…?”

     

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    He woke in a bed, surrounded by warmth and the fragrance of sweats. He felt a radiating warmth besides him, in was intoxicating. He turned to see a sleeping woman next to him, her body was bare, revealing the weakness of strongmen. Yes, this is the woman I love, Ms. Rubens.

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    He recalled the time he had met her. She had needed help setting up her shop in the town square, how the woman was bad at her money. His lips pursed into a soft smile as he ran his finger through her hair, soft and curly, offering a stimulating numbness to his fingers. She had blushed and offered him compensation for his time in a form of a freshly baked pastry. God it was divine, his mouth was filled with the warmth of the creamy inside, whilst the doughy bread, sprinkled with sugar wore into his teeth. Such sweetness was worth dying for.

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    They had meet several times over the course of the year, before he was shipped towards the front to fight his majesty’s war against the norfolk. There wasn’t a day that had gone by in which he had reminisced about the days. Trying each pastry she had baked, simply tasting like the seven heavens themselves. It was only after the sack of the norfolk’s capital was he dismissed with the rest of the legion to return to their homes.

    Never had he experienced joy of walking through the gates of the capital. Crowds of people cheered around the returning soldiery as they paraded their victory in the streets. He kept searching through the crowd for miss Rubens, to no avail. “She’s a noble… Forget about it.” he thought to himself. However after their fair and drill, he could not help but return to their house in the cloud district. Approaching her door made his heart quench in anticipation, in excitement. He raised his hand to knock, but stopped. Something was off, something was wrong.

     

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    It was then, something pierced his back.

     

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    Blood seeped from his back. The feeling of motion leaving his back as his assailant withdrew their attack and fled the scene. All he could do was collapse into a heap on the cool forest floor. Crimson poured forth from his back and chest, as the blade had pierced him through, and thoroughly. A true assassin’s blade, or a cheap-shot lucky strike. They’ll probably comeback to loot my corpse.

    “Dammit I can’t die here…”

    Not without telling her first. Telling her about his ambition, love, and desires. He had someone who he could share his views with, a shoulder to cry on, someone who had truly loved and cared for. Now it was all vanishing in his hands. He clasped at his chest in a fetal position, desperately attempting to seal his own wound, but to no avail. Soon he began to vomit blood from his mouth. All he could see was red, as it filled his vision.

    “Please… I don’t want to die…”

    He clawed at the earth, in one last attempt to drag himself out of the hell he had fallen in. It was then he fell into darkness. He could feel his soul ache with a burning fire, his body felt like it was being carved, and whipped. His skin itched with the trickling of fresh blood. Is this what it felt like? To die?

    “I..I A-am T...Tarwen..” was all he could muster before all feeling left his body, and darkness consumed him.

     

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    Equal Numbers

    in Videos

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    17 minutes ago, Dewper said:

    gg

     

    out of context screens, winning vs rpers, month old clip:

     

    1.pms sent yday when you refused to 20 v 30 and we had to 10 v 30 instead (we still won)

     

    2.fight vs roleplayers 

     

    3.fight vs reiters like 3 weeks ago LOL (where you had berserker axes and reiters didn’t)

     

    10v10 tonight?

    someones a bit desperate ?

    hold-me-back-gif-7.gif

    Reitermen hold back their brother from going all in. circa: 4th First Seed 1668

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    [Bug Report] Inventory Wipe

    in Completed Support

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    The recent 6.2 patch wiped my personal and echest inventory. I made a modreq first and was promptly told to make a ./treq instead, well three hours in I've yet to receive any sort of response. Other things on my persona are fine such as mina bank balance, and persona hours. I lost an eternity pickaxe, stack of iron blocks, a greater bow of plenty, and along with other various miscellaneous pixels. Any sort of response would be great from the tech/dev team, thanks. 

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    [Complete]ELVEN PRINCESS RANSOM

    in Completed Trade

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    10 minutes ago, Loriens said:

    The High Prince sends out a missive, 

    "My daughter, by the age of 14, managed to escape the entirety of your 'Warnation'. How dull."

    Wutgud of Lur simply chuckles, "Too bad wi wuz klompin' ah twiggie waghband, attaykin da goi."

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    Renatian Citizenship Act, 1662

    in Arcas Human RP Archive

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    BASIC INFORMATION

     

    OOC

    MC Username: L0fi

    Discord Username: wolfdwg#7648

    Have you joined the Renatus Discord server?: yes

    How active are you?: As much as I can be with a full time job

     

    IC

    Name: Tarwen 

    Surname: N/A

    Title: Commoner

    Liege Lord: His Majesty Aurelius Horen

    Gender: Male

    Date of Birth: Iunno

    Race: Human

    Subrace: Highlander

    Culture: Waldenian

     

    PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

     

    Height: 5' 11"

    Weight: 189 lbs

    Eye Color: Hazel Green

    Skin Color: White

    Hair Color: Tawny Brown

    Markings: None

     

    PERSONAL INFORMATION

     

    Residence: Cloud District: House 1.

    Occupation: Legion Master-at-Arms

     

    CITIZEN’S OATH OF LOYALTY

     

    I, Tarwen, hereby swear my loyalty to the King of the Crown of Renatus-Marna, and to uphold and obey the laws of the Crown as its loyal citizen. I understand the penalties and punishments that shall be incurred should I violate these laws.

     

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