Venym Nyx

The Orvars of Hethnar, in the Northern reaches of Norland, invite

those interested in celebrating a winter event - to bring the snow in to

prepare for the coming cold.

[An invitation, posted neatly upon a large piece of parchment paper, would be sent all throughout Almaris to any and all those interested in reading. The hand writing is neat, along with colourful drawings that surrounded the borders of the paper to signify it's importance.]

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For those who wish to indulge in the culture of the Gorundyr to celebrate a birth, a binding of marriage, a celebration of a

new Gorundyr joining, as well as a sacred ritual and festival of the winter coming-

Come to Hethnar, North of Varhelm- capitol to Norland - and spend time with it's people!

In this celebration, the Gorundyr people aim to host a good time, drinks, foods, games, and rituals

to take part in, or merely watch as it happens. The celebration is to take place within the

tavern of Hethnar, due North with an ice eagle statue near it's entrance, as well as the burning

of the largest tree right out front.

Come, join us in our happiness, spend time with our locals, and stay awhile!

All are welcome, and everyone may stay as long as they like!

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Signed and officiated by the Jarls of Hethnar, Northern reaches of Norland

((For OOC information, the event will be on Saturday, 10am EST. 12/19/2020. Coords: -1631, 115, -2936))

I absolutely hate having to walk everywhere. It’s the bane of my existance because of shitty-ass players that take the piss out of **** banditry.

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Saoirse would hold the parchment, staring at it with the most blank expression. The longer she read, the more her lips began to purse only to offer a heavy sigh. Her cold, emerald, gaze then flickered in the direction of Balrog, as he’s ALWAYS around her, and slapped him with the paper. ”W’AT IN THA’ FEIK ARE YE’ DOIN’ TELLIN’ EVERYONE?! YE’ TRY’NA GIT KILLED?! I’VE BEEN TOL’ THA’ SHEIT THA’ FIRS’ BALROG DI’. YE’ KNOW THA’ DWED WILL COME AF’ER YE’ FOR T’IS. YE’ FEIKIN’ IDJIT.” She continued to slap her hand, with paper in it, against the Dark-Dwed’s face.

Saoirse Ungur Ravja af Orvar would open the missive she had been eagerly awaiting and read over the contents of it. A prideful smile laced her berry-tinted lips as she allowed her emerald orbs to skim over the letter. ”Ye’ ‘ave me swor’ an’ bow, fahdon. I ‘ope ta’ mee’ ye’ an’ yer kin in bat’le ta’ save our ‘ome from bein’ decima’ed by tha’ void.”

Saoirse would issue a saddened sigh as she read the letter, staring at it as though it were a thousand yards away. ”’ow saddenin’.” She remarked with a gloomy tone.

« ᛍᛚᚪᚾ ᚮᚱᚡᚪᚱ »

« Fleyja Sevlla, Fleyja Fjarri. »

Unae huksa faer ro heimskur til gera slik en vetna, Brodir; vit unae einnig skilja faeryd thurf na desire til gera fit. Unae villi aldrig beygja fe aukja til fe keisaradaemi, vit unae villi avalt stol fyrirutan faer ir sveit faer gera laeta ert kyn. Ef thaeti er sveit faer trutu er beztr laeta ert fyrdar, tjal unae et behind faer. 
 
Vit vita thaeta ef thaeti gerir aptr eldur, unae efni fit er ull onae til stingur uppi sveit piece'ja thaeta unae kan. 
Sem vig Orvar, fit er minn faeding rettr til velja fit aptr uppi. Unae gera ki vijane til, svo instead unae villi hjalp faer talr aptr sveit vi hafdi, na meir.

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Ungur Hundur’de – Saoirse Ungur Ravja af Orvar

Translation:

I think you are stupid to do such a thing, brother; but I also understand your need and desire to do it. I will never bend the knee to the empire, but I will always stand beside you in what you do for our kind. If this is what you believe is best for our people, then I am behind you.  
 
But know that if this does back fire, I feel it is upon me to pick up what pieces that I can.

As an Orvar, it is my birth right to pick it back up. I do not want to, so instead I will help you take back what we had, and more.

MC Name: VenymNyx

Character's Name: Ma'ynlin

Character's Age: 6

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

         Wood Elf

Transformed form:

         Bonsai Dryad

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Dryadism is a form of a life-stage, like a part of a female wood-elf’s calling. Be it at a very young age, or a much older one, but they seem to feel an almost insatiable ‘crave’ to bond with a tree or sapling, depending on their age when they feel the calling. If the female wood elf gives in to the urge, they become overly attached to their respective tree or sapling. Unfortunately, when and if they give in, they often surround themselves in ONLY their tree/sapling, and tend to stray away from whatever family they once had. This does not mean that they fully forgo their relations, but they tend to spend all of their time with their tree and find that it is the only important thing in life. Often times, Dryads will absolutely become attuned with their tree, and protect it at all costs. It’s said that they might be able to feel what happens to their trees as well.

Being away from their respected tree or sapling can cause a severe emotional trauma, as they prefer to stay with it at all times; However, they can depart from it for a couple of days. Depending on how long they stay away, the more mental torture they feel.

Majority of the Dryads tend to slowly turn to have bark similar to their tree, as if resembling them, and often wearing the leaves, flowers, or vines of their tree’s form.

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         yes

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)?:

         yes

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         no

Saoirse would stand before the casket, staring at it with reddened eyes, tears staining her cheeks. Utter, unnerving, silence came from her as severe pain and depression seemed to ooz from her being. It was clear to all that Edward was someone incredibly important to her. Someone high on her list of importance.
After a long while of silence and staring, she dropped to her knees and began to weep silently; her body trembling as she did so.

”I nee’ me bes’ frien’… I cannae do t’is wit’ou’ ye’… please…” She begged, despite knowing he wouldn’t come back. Her left hand came up to press to the wooden burial bed, shaking with extreme sadness.

”Dunnae wworry, fahdon… I will see ye’ again in a few years…” She stated between stifled sobs.

Why

MC Name: VenymNyx

Discord: VenymNyx#3180

IRP Name: Saoirse Ungur Ravja af Orvar

Age: 24

Race: Highlander

Social Rank: Orvar

Saoirse stared at this, frowning rather heavily. She then ripped the paper up and scowled once finishing, issuing a gentle growl. ”I knew Oren never died. Tha’ very same people ‘o feikin’ ripped me people from our ‘omes an’ tied ta’ ligh’ us on fire. All because we’re differen’ from tha’ normal. Because we dunnae follow tha’ Cannonis’ faith. Feik dis.” She spat to the side after dropping the missive.

21 minutes ago, MajesticOwyn said:

Ruari bore a scowl of contempt as he heard the man speak.

“Do you have proof? I’ve lived within the walls of Arberrang for many years now, and not once have I heard the slightest whisper of rebellion against Haense. No doubt you will deflect my question, or refuse to deliver some concrete form of evidence. Nei, I was one of the four present when the soldiers from Haense scaled our wall, declared we had the intent to rebel, and deemed we surrender or be put to the blade. Is this aggressive and unprovoked attack how Haense would treat its vassals? Is this how the Empire would deem it acceptable? For how well spoken you Imperials are, and how your customs and laws are so refined, you seem to lack the basic ability to conduct diplomacy.

At the very least, this is still a blatant lie. Two elders, a servant, and myself were present on the rampart. We had no warriors present, nothing to indicate there was a ‘training exercise’ being held between ourselves and Markev. They came to attack us.

Nei, our side of the story was not gathered. We were condemned from the beginning. We were attacked, unprovoked. Why would one wish to serve as a vassal to such dishonorable peoples, who now attempt to handwave it away as a ‘military exercise’.”

Saoirse would stand proudly next to her Father, Ruari, remaining quiet as she listened to everyone speak. It was clear the girl harbored an utter hatred for the situation and resented the people who side with those who attacked her home, unprovoked.
”No one came to us, offered words of wisdom, any chance ta’ ‘redeem’ ourselves. No’ that i’ would necessarily ma’er. Jus’ as a Cannonis’ wouldn’ change their ways an’ le’ their beliefs waver, why shoul’ we? Wha’ gives anyone tha’ righ’ ta’ tell us wha’ we can and cannae worship and believe in.

I ‘appened ta’ jus’ wake up af’er everyt’in’ ‘appened, an’ ‘ad ta’ tend ta’ me Fadir,” She suddenly gestured towards Ruari. ”An’ try ta’ make sure ‘e di’n’t feikin’ bleed ta’ death. ‘E explained tha’ ‘ole ma’er ta’ me an’ me Aun’. An’ me Fadir is nei a lyin’ man. Bu’ i’s nei like our words ma’er, righ’? ‘Cause we’re some’ow pagan scum, aye?” She turned her head away and spat at the ground, glaring.

Saoirse would smile widely as she read the notice, quite pleased with this. It was clear Graham made her proud, offering a heartfelt “Agreed, Rikr Brodir. Kogaan.” Towards the paper.

Saoirse would seem to stare at the person who stated about the church and blinked loudly. ”Methinks yer blind. Tch.” She scoffed softly and moved to stand next to Torleif, shaking her head.

I absolutely love this. Will always love your lore, Owyn.

The Marvelous Mundane Adventures of the Gods

Link to the Document!

Message me in private, excluding the ones already added, to let me know if you want to be a part of it!

There's also a skype chat I have created to be a part of the fun! The 'rules' and instruction are in the link listed!

To apply, message me here, or on Skype (I can accept chats from unadded people!), with your desired god/goddess/demon/angel and a short example of your writing on them!

I'd love to have a small community of people writing together, and hopefully we can create a good story together!

For right now, I'm in the beginning stages of this, and haven't really gone anywhere with it - But with your help, we can make this something amazing!

Just now, Brokenhelix said:

Jayce frowns "Two-seventy-five." he says, holding up a large pouch in a black and gold gauntlet

Ketiley offered a heavy sigh and tossed the Trader the pouch before turning to walk away empty handed. "Keep the coin…"

2 hours ago, Brokenhelix said:

"200 Hundred for the Onyx Feather." The Hierarch says

Ketiley suddenly dropped a hefty bag of coins before the trader and pointed to the Onyx Feather. "Two-fifty for the feather, please…"

MC Name: VenymNyx
 
IC Name: Lilith 'Lilypad' Tarbís
 
Original Race (n/a if not applicable): Wood Elf
 
Transformed Form: Bonsai Dryad
 
Creator (MCname and RP name, n/a if not applicable): N/A
 
Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature: A dryad is a Mali'ame (Wood Elf) woman, or child, that goes through the calling of Dryadism, in which they have the unsuppressable urge to spiritually, mentally, and emotionally attach themselves to a tree, or a Sapling, in the case of a Bonsai Dryad. In the blossoming stage, the 'Ame can experience paranoia, or can be easily aggravated if another being attempts to touch, be around, or look at their tree. The 'Ame will react in different ways, depending on the 'Ame's personality type.
 
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: On a completely different character, so no…Not dropping.
 
Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: Before this, the process of applying to play a Dryad was 'abolished' for a brief period of time. In that time, I had played a Dryad of about the age of thirty.

Just now, bestscarface76 said:

"Wow, Tempe is really loud today!"

 

((Love you too. <3))

A new flyer is pasted all around the docks of the Cloud Temple -- on walls, pillars, carts, really anything that can be seen; A few Gorundyr seem to also be handing out flyers as well!

"The homes are free! Nei taxes! Nei coin paid at all! Just yer presence, yer loyalty, and yer sword arm! Our community is based off of loyalty, companionship, an' a tight bond with yer siblin' in arms! Take ah flyer, lads and lasses! Send a bird to Ketiley of Orvar and speak with 'er! Only limited houses right now!" The Gorundyr shouters would yell within the docks, passing out the parchments and such!

25 minutes ago, ya boy james said:

smh the only thing historically important about tyravik is that it switches sides whenever it's convenient making it 'culturally unique' YIKES

'Ho now, lad… Never have we switched sides on anything. And this little post wasn't my idea. I just asked someone from the village to make a nice post and Sky did this. - Glares at Sky. - But we've always been on Faiz' side, but never wanted to lose our land. OOC'ly, we put waaaaaay too much time, and invested in the ******* place way too much. So we weren't about to give it up just because Orenians were above our place.

The whole thing behind our little 'feud' is a long-ass story, that will make me internally rage, so it's not worth it, bruh.

Ketiley Strong-Heart of Orvar's face would be riddled with sorrow upon the death of her beloved, best, friend. Tears would flow like a steam down her cheeks as she lowered her head, lethargically falling to her knees. Her palms would place atop her dressed thighs, gripping tightly at her thick dress.

Ketiley's thick, platinum blonde hair would fall forwards, veiling her features and her crying eyes as she sat silently in the snow of her land.

"Unae elska faer, Kale… My best friend…My dear, sweet, fahdon… Your memory will live on in my heart. Your existence will be honoured in my home, within me hold. We will burn a pyre in your honour, fahdon… I will miss you, so much…"

Ketiley would slowly shift herself to a stand, her older bones and joints cracking as she did so. Trying to calm herself from her friend's death, although failing, would stand straight, bring her eyes to the sky, and moved to pound her fist against her chest in salute.

"May Ankou guide your soul…May I meet you in Halvengr when me own time comes…"

Or, if you're interesting in Celtic/Viking based RP, there's the Gorundyr. OwynMorin and I are in charge of it. We have a whole document, and ****. It's rather extensive if you don't mind reading a book on it. xD

http://www.tinyurl.com/MenofTheNorthwood

http://www.tinyurl.com/MenofTheNorth

http://www.tinyurl.com/Jalfmarr-Tal

Honestly, I believe he can do this.