DISCOLIQUID

"I refuse to believe this wasn't contrived from the beginning to tell this joke," comments schizophrenic.

A Cleric awakens. She is not surprised. To her, this has been a known providence. Others hear the call she proclaims. "Dig! We must dig!"

idk even with these changes seems wishy washy

@Onnensr

um don't get me wrong but aren't these zarkle guys a bit evil?

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Thanks, Smol! Very helpful. : )

Urguan because in lore he might be a lich

if u picked blue u deserve it

Silver & Sapphire Dull midnight skies lurked above Urguan, with stars watching down upon Yemekar's chosen. Tireless work kept the forges hot, billowing with industry. Working Dwarves wore their hands down until the fires fell into a soft dimming. Clouds clamored in the night sky, with stiff & distant thunder heard over the mountain's muffling peaks. When all yellow lanterns soften to orange glim, when crisp autumn's air cools after the cracking skies, when doors shut & locked, then… a few crept towards a well-earned rest. Darkness envelops the mind of the weary, providing a furtive respite against the day's trials. In this cloak of midnight storm, dreams left a soft sense trending weirder, and indict prophecy yet to come. Yours is the hand that carries the torch, with a scholar to your left and a warrior to your right. The path of providence is laid before you in stone, for though one holds iron in his heart, the other holds wisdom in tomes of old. Both are faceless, without identity, though they follow, loyal to the unspoken truths that lay underneath forgotten rock. Yours is the hand that carries the torch, cutting through cobwebs and distilling their terror with the purifying flame. Upon foul things that scuttle from crag-corners, you lay the fire without question. The wise-man dispenses lofty arcane trails, your zealous holy man dispatching that which blocks your path. Upon stone mysteries, you descend, though blue-black darkness casts no shadow into your fool's heart while… Yours is the hand that carries the torch. Unraveling caves of old and new, traversing where flame has not wrought truth in centuries, you are steady in the stiff bleak underground. The weight of the world presses up… and down, and a sick sense of nausea beguiles your sense of direction, but onwards you press until no foes of the low halls hold the courage to rise up against you three. Treasures earned are spoils only in name. Now, a proud flame leads onwards down stone's prophetic caverns, but the orange light burns off your weary brazier. Blue-black shadows drift ever closer, though your clandestine trio dwells not in fear nor folly. Upon holy things that glitter upon engraved stone doors, you lay the fire without question. Scintillating light, pale ultramarine, cloud-silver, spirals up in veins found split into rocks. Wealth in the depths, fit for wisdom. By silver and sapphire, a mind could be wrought. As you touch stone engravings, old knowledge fills your mind. Sigils, runes, forlorn secrets, and well-deserved rests. Depictions of golems cut of sapphire and silver flicker in and out of torch bright clarity. A truth discovered in long-lost halls. Yours is the hand that carries the torch, when the low halls sweep with alien winds. Wrought from a passage unseen, as stone doors shift below tombs of rock. Mundane fire flickers out, plunging you into blue-black shadow. Here, at the doorstep of providence, a trail of carved stone behind you. An opening, an unseen pathway before. Perhaps your treasures would never reach the surface, for the maze backward seemed lost to dreaming memory, as clarity flooded in. A flicker of lightning awakes each dreamer. None of the trio finds their room in order. They would awaken to their books opened, half-read, scribed with nonsense. Possessions half-packed, as if they had been preparing for some journey. And despite any rubbing at their noses, crinkling of the nostrils… The scent of a freshly blown-out torch would not leave their minds. Dawn broke, the night sleepless, and furtive stars shuffled off. The sun watches down upon Yemekar's chosen. [ The dream is available to... @SharpString @searose143@AdamantFlames ]

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Too high. Two, Three, respectively.

Auriel considers that she had never seen anyone drinking milk, anyway. Then.... she remembered. @Onnensr A shudder took her. "Probably for the best."

"Something, it seems, is trapped underneath." In the mines, alone, she dug for truth below.

A group of Dwarves remembers their fated visit of the empty house of life.

A certain Dwarf reads the report, joyful at the thematic documentation.

I just think we have enough healing potions, maybe die on the medical bed once or twice.

THE COPPER CHAMBERS The great forges of Urguan were discovered in Aevos to be of splendid copper, with the cogs of industry driving constant cannon creation. Yet, all was not as simple as it seemed. The great forge awoke one day, to spit fire & flame. A pipe burst, unmanaged for nearly a decade, and overflowing with molten ore. The source of the pressure was sought, and Dwarves delved deep into the mines of Aevos to seek where the disrupted copper systems could be repaired. Their search took them beyond gold, diamonds, into caves untouched since the days of eld Aevos. Underneath cracking wooden support, through battle with magma spitting slimes, chromatic spiders, and flaming elements, The Dwarves dug on. A Starbreaker lead their path, limned with the torch of prophecy. Nara Starbreaker discovered not only the destroyed pipe, but an ancient patinated door of historic copper. The weight of it could not be lifted by ten dwarves, though each who gazed upon it felt the weight not only in their hands, but in their minds. Beyond which, the Starbreaker saw fate foretold, chambers of copper. And so the Dwarves set upon carving a force to lift the door. A golem of great strength & laborious power, set upon uncovering the lowest depths of Aevos until the Copper Chambers were found. There, far below forge-pipes, spider-dens, below plentiful mines, did nearly 20 Dwarves await the strength of rock turned living to open doors green with age. And as the five ton door creaked open, for the first time in untold years, out poured both providence… and greed. Like vultures, the Dwarves descended upon an ancient workshop, For both Alchemy & Kingstone. One that produced long-lost Arkenlyte, and was filled with Aevos’ undiscovered material treasures. Each Dwarfs pocket left with some old trinket or another, from smoking boots, to fortifying oils. And by their spared ingenuity while they looted the place clean, copper gears were oiled. Pipes were repaired, forges lit once more, and dead Dwarves of old Aevos put to rest. A tablet inked with moon’s prophecy was discovered, But not yet truly translated. As the Dwarves took home both tale & treasure, several lingered in the Copper Chambers, passing whispers low. They spoke of pipes further on, of chambers yet undiscovered, or explored. Maps were crafted, schematics explained, and the digging continued. Now, those who dwell in Urguan who pass by the mines hear the unwavering clack! Clack! Clack! Of mining, as Nerroth the golem labors by without pause or delay. At Nara Starbreaker’s prophecy, The Copper Chambers are sought in the name of Grimdugan, And the mining shall not stop. @ImDrippedJr @AdamantFlames @Juvens @searose143 Thank you all so much for participating so far, the Copper Chambers event has been some of the most fun I've had on the server. [Saturday, 1PM EST!]

a small list of targeted updates instead of a whole rewrite? nice.

alchemy holy water next

Ultimately it's not the style of RP that perturbs me, I enjoy the exploration of Canon Church RP when it's more dramatic than testing guards at the gates. It's that OOC'ly the attitude between these two groups seems to be odds because of a perception that church RP is incompatible with dark horror. I literally could not disagree more on this premise, though, I believe both groups could easily collaborate to create compelling stories. The snarky attitude probably ate up a lot of those points, but I feel like the idea of an antagonistic IRP relationship has bled into both the OOC regard of "edgelords" vs "christdom larpers", as well as bled into the very lore idea of balance in the first place. These groups are not natural enemies out of character. Salt is there for the big reveal, not the gatehouse.

make corcs power the lotc server