DISCOLIQUID

Diana stands before the town of Cerulin once more. This time, she grips pencil and book. She appears prepared to write as her voice begins in a murmur and rises to a call to action. "Mali of Cerulin, citizens of our forest. The time of new government drifts closer and closer! The prospect of the new system, sanded down to run smoothly, is nothing short of a reason to celebrate! Make merry while you can; however, save the festivities until you have heard my questions. In the back of the grand forest of Fi'andria, our bustling city lives! We forget though, with bustle comes a loss of individuality. The voice of one cicada is rarely heard buzzing in the swell of their cries. Fortunately though, we are not cicada! For this reason, I propose a question to our people that needs to be asked. A question that we all deserve an answer to. A question thats answer must be established before government assumes its systematic power! What do you want from Cerulin? Is it more laws? Perhaps less? Mayhaps you are still in need of a house, lliran! Vocate your complaints, your issues, your desires now - do not wait for the government to come down from the canopy to speak to you. The roots are just as important as the leaves! Speak now, citizens, and take another step towards a more conscientious Cerulin." Diana prepares to pen any possible responses to her cry.

I need the immersion. Sometimes I'm 10/10, other times I'm 3/10.

I just want to freely role-play my magic fairly with other people. Stop taking away my tools. Here's a challenge. Get me 8 screenshots of people power gaming magic. I dare you.

No werewolves, please. I don't want them.

Perhaps give this skin a try. I have not seen it used on the server. http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/royal-high-elf/ This one can also be used. http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/lotc-high-elven-lady/

Diana Fogbranch gives pause to the bidding war. She furrows her brow and barks towards the auction. "These offers are based upon ferrum. How much are you valuing ferrum in bulk?"

I am able to visit Birdwhisperer's updated version.

"I am Diana Fogbranch," Diana begins. She stands upon a thin box and proclaims her message to the town. "In concordance with the messages delivered by my compatriots, I shall begin by proclaiming my age. I humbly boast a thin sliver of years compared to many Elves, holding only fifty under my proverbial belt of wisdom; however, my naturally heterochromatic eyes have seen more than fifty years of tribulations. To my town, my people, and my government, I proclaim the following.." Diana pauses, and takes a slow inhale to draw the attention from those who watch to her speech. "Curuven is the most apt candidate for the Legislator position! His dedication to the guard is apparent. Although his tendencies towards women may be odd, I give my oath that he is firmly dedicated to the safety of each and everyone of our root-born Elven hearts. He seeks a safe and orderly Cerulin even now under the direction of the brilliant military leader of Tristin Tresery. His work within the guard has seen clear improvement since his introduction to our ranks over two Elven weeks ago. Organization is the enemy of chaos, friends. You know in your orderly hearts that those who open the door to action without considered cause or practical system are as good as those who may burn trees at their feet! You and I have every opportunity ahead of us to fletch a true city of unbreakable bows of trees that rise higher than any Elves have stared to before! Come with us, hand in hand, and whittle the Cerulin you wish to see with your calloused hands. We have suffered enough already, it is time! Time now for tears of joy to nourish the earth beneath our smiles and the canopies above them. Time now to create what we deserved! Time now to let sighs roll from our lungs and enjoy the taste of merry drink." Diana pauses once more, nodding to those who maintain focus. "I submit myself to work under Curuven as his Laurir of Archives. I will keep neat and orderly information that all Mali may peruse for their comfort and to sate their curiosity. Come with me, Mali'ame. It is all of our duties to take steps towards a more prosperous population, a more lawful Laureh'lin, and to craft Cerulin from our hearts intertwined." Diana steps from her box and collects it. She struts off with a determined gleam in her eyes.

If you are performing publicly, check your audience. If you only have 1-3 people watching you in a populated area, keep your emotes shorter. If you have access to a larger crowd, feel free to show off.

liri i see your minimap hacks please report yourself

The ideas Kalameet has listed here speak in droves the opinion I hold. Cramming those who link to the void into a single school that they must carefully select is highly annoying. It lends itself into the idea of the 'one trick mage' who simply does a few things better than anyone else. This robs role-play of its ingenuity, as I see new ways to role-play magic brought about every day. I disagree wholeheartedly with the ideas of the original post and do not wish to see my creativity boxed in by OOC restriction. -1

Application Name: Diana (MC Name): DiscoLiquid Are you at least half mali blood?: ​Er… No. Yes Who will be living with you?: My thoughts. (Additional MC Names): - (Town Pillar Citizen or Passport?): Passport! (Optional, add if you'd like to be in the nation chat - Skype Name): I am.

I love it.

I felt that in my haggis

Heterochormidida airirdum is also the defining trait of the Ipos clan!

Diana raises a hand to question the scholar and then addresses him with a chilled tone. "If you know so much, why are they attacking us?"

Music, if you care for it. It was a sight. The day was plain, unmarred by attacks of the Undead or the conquest of war. Clouds drifted by lazily, casting their shadows upon the path that drew travelers to the High Elves. The grassy slope to Haelun’or had grown slippery with the trails of blood that dripped down from it. Eyes that would dare to follow the path of blood would be met with a pike, hurled deep into the earth. Resting upon that pike in a contorted, spread stance, was Elluna - a High Elven child. Her body had been rended, and pulled apart for some darker reason. Her eyes no longer sat within her head; they had been pried out and bound to her palms with thick strands of sewing string. Those who stifled their disgust and held their eyes still upon the gory visage of Elluna would notice her head was marked, marked with an eye, though not the one aligned with Iblees’ corruption. A dark message was being sent to the Elves.

[[ I'll miss you, even though we had only a few talks.]]

Despite the odd need for a few to correct your personal profile, I greatly enjoyed reading it.