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  1. As the world begins to fade, when sight begins to fail and the light grows dark, where does one find themselves? With nothing but memories of the past to fill the void left by loss of vision– memories that offer no more than a fleeting respite, for as soon as her eyes open once more, she is reminded of what was lost. Reminded of the faces she will never see again, the green leaves blowing in the wind, the inky-black sky full of stars with the moon shining so brightly over fields, or the rising of the sun in the east. It is these reminders that have whittled away resolve, composure, sanity. Maeve has sat alone in the dark long enough to be driven mad by her loss, a hereditary disease having stolen her sight from her completely. There are those who have offered and attempted to aid her, to restore her eyes, but with progress as slow as this it was only a matter of time before she lost herself. A nightmare overtook her mind, a paranoia grew, perhaps she would never restore her sight even if she entirely replaced her eyes. Would the disease remain? Would it take those eyes from her as well? Was this to be her life, bereft of one of her most crucial senses? Despite a strong facade placed over her anxieties, she had fallen to despair, nights full of tears and withheld sorrow boiling over. “I just want to see…” She lamented, fingers curling deep into her hair as her hands clutched at her head. Panic welled within her, breath became sparse, and tears stained her cheeks. “Please… please, I just want to see, I just want to see… I just want to see… please let me see…” She repeated the phrase as if it were a mantra, each utterance bringing her lower and lower as the prospect of sight grew ever farther from her mind, ever farther from reality. This was to be her fate. Everything had been taken from her- her family, her childhood, her life, and now the faces of the people she loved most. It was on this night she had opened herself to the unknown, to the vast nothingness that lay beyond the mortal plane of existence full of unknowable mysteries and horrors. A plea that may forever go unheard. ((If the FA is accepted, they would have the following vision.)) Her dreams were quiet once again, becoming the only respite from the sorrow of the waking world. She found herself within a cabin, the one she and her parents once lived in so long ago, sitting at the table while the dawn shone through the windows to illuminate the kitchen space. Breakfast was placed before her, a simple cut of sausage with a side of eggs and a cup of milk, her parents conversing with each other across the table…only this time, they sounded muffled, almost distant. There was a ringing in her ears, subtle but nonetheless present. The dream was disturbed, twisted, by something that had infiltrated it without Maeve noticing, the world began to fade from sight, like a reflection rippling in the water as her vision was taken for what felt like an eternity. Hands were placed over her eyes by an unseen force, and sight was restored. Once more she sat within her childhood home, only there was no sign of her parents. Her hands were gripping something, and a glance down revealed it to be a single strip of gray cloth as an idea imprinted itself on her mind; ‘don the veil’. The unseen hands moved from her eyes, her hands bringing the cloth to her eyes and wrapping it around her head. The world did not fade this time, instead it remained…and then she woke, the ringing fading from her ears, the idea of veiling her eyes and hiding the truth now weighing on her mind. Was this a solution? Would it be her secret to keep? A promise of sight in exchange for silence?
  2. please stop writing lore in the smallest, darkest font possible i cant read this

  3. Completed, thank you for commissioning me <3
  4. Hello, I am needing to pay bills so here we are. Payment will be required via venmo or a similar service once the skin is complete. Prices are non-negotiable, again, needing to pay bills here. Thanks <3 I do casual and armor skins, both Alex and Steve formats. You can either post your request here or over discord @ wytchwood. Gallery Prices: Head: $5 Outfit: $15 Full Skin: $20 Request Form Type of Skin(Head/Outfit/Full): Description: Steve/Alex: Reference Image: Discord: Queue: 1. Empty 2. Empty 3. Empty 4. Empty
  5. y'all bullied staff so hard they made a new temp map

  6. oh hey the powergaming ca of all time got shelved, neat
  7. Leyunia sighs with the missive of yet more threats against a settlement, giving a simple shrug. "Threatening an empty, abandoned settlement isn't the best use of one's time." She said, tearing the missive up and discarding it. "Can't say they don't deserve to be threatened, but really, let them die and stay dead like their leader."
  8. Homie you're on a roll, keep up the good work. +1
  9. "A man cannot hope to hide behind brick walls and be safe from the consequences of his actions, only cowards believe such fantasies." The Bibliothecar of the Crimson Edict let out a long and tired sigh, sipping from her glass of tea as the news of Sir Vulpe the Coward was spread throughout the land. "This could have been solved more...amicably, but the arrogance of Man proved stronger, you truly were a pathetic opponent in the end. May your end be slow and painful, and may it be our hands that deliver it."
  10. Mordrin Doomforged smiles the Sun's smile, misinformation and misconceptions cleared up upon the conclusion of their meeting with a brighter future on the morrow. "Yer gunna do great, lad." He said with an affirmative nod and a pat on the back.
  11. A call to kin Denouncement of Heresy, a new beginning on the morrow. I, Mordrin Doomforged, son of Archimedes Doomforged declare myself acting Clan Lord, and the heresy of Draakopf Ironborn to be truth, and hereby denounce his position as Clan Lord of the Doomforged. To any of my kin that still have their sense of honor and duty, I call you to return to the halls of Urguan and join with me to rebuild our Clan and clear our name of this shame. The morrow holds our future, and it burns as bright as our forges, kin. Join with me and witness it together. Narvak oz Dorkadrell, Navak oz Urguan!
  12. The Sins of Kin The public defamation of Draakopf Doomforged. Had I known you would've brought our clan's name through the mud like our forefathers, I would never have let you take the mantle of Clan Father. Time and time again I hoped you would restore us to glory, and instead, you have marked our Clan as nothing more than heretics and madmen. You are no longer fit to lead, and you will not bear our name any longer. As one of the Eldest clan members, it is on this day I regret to name Draakopf Doomforged and any of his accomplices a traitor to the name, and he shall no longer bear it in any capacity. I declare you are nothing more than an Ironborn from this day forward with your acts of madness and heresy, if you dare to ever use our name again, I will place your head upon a pike and cast your body in steel. You are no longer one of us, and you will never be one again. Signed, Mordrin Doomforged, Elder of the Doomforged Clan.
  13. Mordrin Doomforged sighs from his cave. "Yer a fuckin' fool, Draakopf, ye bring shame to our name time and time again...et's time t'is ended. Ye will no longer drag our name t'rough d'mud. Ah swear it upon t'Brathmordakin."
  14. Leyunia Zyltris, Bibliothecar of the Crimson Edict, smiles at the news. "Death and Glory, brother. The scum city of Krugmar is next, and may they burn in the pits of the deepest hell."
  15. "Seems awfully similar to something else that's been around for centuries. Also very ironic that it's set in the most racially oppressive capitals on Almaris." The Bibliothecar of The Crimson Edict hums, moving on with her day.
  16. It's adorable how often you quote me just to argue with me. However, it seems you misinterpreted MULTIPLE of my points for the sake of arguing, so I'll indulge you. You've clearly misunderstood what I meant by balancing physical and magical prowess, I'm not asking for anyone to be a bodybuilder with Voidal Magic nor am I arguing that physical penalties for Voidal Magic is unfair. 1. Physical drawbacks are fine, I didn't say your "Basic Equivalent Exchange" was unfair, as that is literally the most basic concept of Magic and everyone knows this. 2. Weapons should be clarified more, a rapier is a dexterous weapon, it makes sense to have a penalty for that, however a shortsword or something similar shouldn't kill your stamina in like four emotes, however you shouldn't be able to wield a damn claymore or spend an entire fight sequence slashing and stabbing with no penalty, you should have a bigger penalty than say, someone with better physical strength and training, so non-mages. 3. I don't know if you've heard of it but there's this thing called RPing penalties and following lore which I've been doing for years and I'm perfectly fine with even more clarification to better RP the magics I have on my character as to avoid issues with the ST and community, I think that's an entirely reasonable thing. 4. My issue with Voidal Magic is literally the lack of flavorful RP, as it is literally just combat but I suppose you overlooked that, Transfiguration doesn't make up for what other magics lack. Any magic that has attempted to add these flavors, has been removed or denied, OUTSIDE of Household Magic yet that was forced to take a slot after it had previously not taken a slot, though I don't see that as an issue either. 5. Golem limbs are fine as they are magical constructs whilst still being rather heavy. Go ahead and pick away at this criticism too as I don't think this is getting across to you very well. My issue with this is continuously weakening Voidal Magic to the point they have a brittle bones disease and your arm gets broken when it's poked by a pointy stick, as that is essentially where this is leading, as mages are ALREADY weak.
  17. I see several blaring issues with this piece of lore that I'm just going to bring up, despite knowing it'll go nowhere with this as Voidal Magic is the ST's favorite beating tool. A mage should still be able to avoid an attack in close proximity and maintain casting if they're a higher tier, higher tier should mean more experienced at balancing physical and magical prowess not completely running it into the ground. Physical strength weakening is perfectly fine and understandable, but not allowing something as simple as dodging a little bit is unfair. Anything more than a gambeson causing extreme exhaustion is outright ridiculous and nowhere does your lore mention any kind of replacement limb, by your logic anyone with a Golem or Animatii limb shouldn't be able to cast magic and move that limb at the same time, because this makes it sound like Magi have some brittle bones disease and will crack a hip by moving it wrong like an eighty year old woman. Golem limbs are solid stone and weigh quite a bit, and Animatii limbs are solid metal with room for the mechanisms/tubes that allow it to work. Both quite heavy. When it comes to weapons, a spear can weigh as little as two pounds, yet it sounds like that can't be used, and the fact you're saying a rapier and smaller weapons can't be used without exhaustion either is ridiculous. I understand the need for a tradeoff, but making it almost impossible for a mage to do anything on their own is unfair to the community. This makes it very hard for a mage to travel alone, because it takes one guy tossing a pebble in your face to interrupt casting and kill you. Magic as it stands is bar none one of the weakest things on this server simply because of how much it gets smacked in the head with a baseball bat, and it seems like every piece of lore put out there adds one buff and fifteen downsides to being a mage, with no flavorful RP or anything of the sort allowed half the time aside from Household magic, which if this lore applies to all Voidal magic, nobody with that magic at T5 can do jack with armor or weapons.
  18. IGN: Zarexan RP NAME: Azdal Starbreaker CANDIDATE: Norli Starbreaker
  19. You maybe, perhaps, ever so slightly considered "not"?

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