Starfelt

Oh man, I’m sorry to hear that and I’m sending some good energy you’re way man. Message me on discord if you ever want to talk, I’m always around! Starfelt#2929

I feel like there are a few connections to the caretaker lore that I submitted a while ago.. specifically the floating crystal, in your lore you call it the tearstone (Aerials tears) and in mine it was called the Eyrtone, a shard from a crystal filled with primordial emotion (Also given out by a deity.) Along with some similarities in them being able to hear and sense the pain and suffering of someone, another ability the caretakers had. The strengthening and weakening was something I had originally wrote into my lore as well, though removed it in a later re-submission after some problems were pointed out. There are quite a few similarities when it comes to the lore I’ve written over time, not sure if this was done by mistake or on purpose.. I linked the lore pages I’ve written so you can check them out and see what I mean. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/171949-✗-caretakers-osella/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/161780-✗-holy-magicsupportcaretaker-magic/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/160731-✗-magicholycaretaker-magic-supportive-magic/

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What would you say are my best and worst qualities? How do you recommend someone who uses the same words in roleplay change up? For example I tend to use the word slowly a lot.. How should people go about improving their magic roleplay?

Cya Blago! visit Vancouver

-10th The First Seed, 1693- - Within the immense expanse of the frozen tundra of Atlas, tucked away into a small valley, burned a campfire. The firelight cast shadows across the trees, the constant breeze causing them to sway and dance. A woman draped in various furs and cloths stood near the fire, watching its burn through the wood. She lowered her form down onto a log, eyes still fixated upon the fire. She reached a hand into her coat and brought out an envelope, to which she stared at for a moment. Her hand sunk back into her robes to withdraw a small wooden box, painted in variously sized claws marks. She’d set the box down into the snow. Her hands pulled at the seal upon the envelope, opening it and withdrawing the letter from within, she read over it silently, after reading through its entirety she placed it down on the log in which she sat, taking a shallow breath. She retrieved the box from the snow, pulling it up to rest within her lap and pulling the top from it. Within the small box were various trinkets, including a ring, a claw, and an older half burned portrait of a group of people, they all held one similarity, strange golden eyes. The first thing she went for was the ring, moving it around within her hand before placing it down onto the letter. She then moved to grasp at the claw, her free hand moved to pull up her sleeve, revealing her pale skin and a long scar running down the length of her forearm, she dragged the tip of the claw along it. Setting it aside a moment later with a sigh. She stared down into the box, looking to the small portrait, her hands ran over one of the men standing next to a short brown haired woman, who had a sweet smile upon her features. “Taeral.” She whispered quietly. She lifted the portrait from the box, running her hands over the other figures within it, a total of seven figures within it. “I miss you” She’d slowly slide her body off the log and allow herself to sit within the snow, the fire dying now as the darkness crept further around her. “I miss her.” The woman was awoken by the sound of a snapping within the darkened forest. The fire had long since died to the cold of the night. She hastily moved to place the items she pulled from the box back inside it, along with the letter. She rose to her feet, watching and listening for anything. After a moment another snap echoed from the thicket, this time much closer. The woman moved a hand down to press into the hilt of a blade, waiting. Slowly the shadow of a wolf exited the forest, standing within the snow, its black fur shining within the moonlight, it stared at the woman, though showed no sign of threat towards her. The woman kept her eyes fixated upon the wolf, lifting a hand upwards slowly to press into her mouth. “I miss you father” She whispered under her breath. The wolves ears perked at the words, its response was to lift its head and release a howl into the brisk night air. The pair stood there for a short period, the sun beginning to rise and burn away the darkness, as this began the wolf turned and moved back into the forest, though not without a glance back to the woman. The woman slowly moved to kneel down and relight the fire, sitting there in her spot as she pressed her hands into her face, weeping quietly.

Updated with Art!

“I’ll do 800 mina.” The woman pipped up again.

“500 Mina for the Cerridwen’s Candle!” A hooded woman shouted!

Will Limited Creative return in the next map?

Although Luv has some issues, like most of us. I have seen how passionate she can be about lore, and how motivated she is to fix the issues that plague a lot of our lore. I think she'd make a great Lore Moderator, that being said I do think she needs to work on biting her tongue at times. I give her my support as long as she believes she's able to do such.

He can be a jerk.. but he might be good at it +1