The Elder Eye

I want to get in on some of this.

"I do wonder if they intend on destroying the entirety of muddled bloodlines... We certainly could do without, well... Laurelin, in it's entirety. That would be a nice start toward the cleansing of this forsaken realm." The gaunt magi commented in reference to the Human's thesis, his bedraggled gaze drifting along the surface of the dried parchment before trailing out toward the surface of the nearby window, looking out over the ocean's waters which violently crashed into the walls of the 'newly' established citadel of Haelun'or. "I do wish there was something greater... Beyond this place."

(No chestbursters, please.)

To clarify, Sprites possess no alchemical use at this moment, though it is worth bringing up to Zeeer0. On a side note, they are also inedible, and would taste entirely unpleasant if one were to try and consume one. They are not made of flesh and blood.

Until genetic cloning is implemented into lore, I will have to say that it means exactly what it does. By no means are Sprites able to reproduce sexually or otherwise. Their only source of origin is through the blossoming of an Acerfolia flower, in which they are the product.

I am afraid not, Master Orc. They can not interbreed as they do not reproduce whatsoever.

@Benbo (Wretched) Requiring re-approval for the revised lore.~

It's Shake 'n Bake, and I helped.

"I too enjoy deadly neurotoxin." The robed Mali'aheral waved a dismissive hand to the bid, proceeding back off toward the boats.

"I feel bad for whoever cleans this stuff." Valentine looked to Constantine momentarily, offering forth a light shrug. "I should bring a slide whistle with me if this happens again."

I see this evolving into something alike Pokemon.

Informed of such an occurrence, Valmuel could not help but feel somewhat of a sense of satisfaction. However he wondered to himself what it was that would happen to the city in the absence of Riondil's advisory, or perhaps, what it was that he had ever done in the first place. These things had a habit of evading his thought, as he had been disassociated from his people's government for decades now.. Though most of all, he considered to himself who it might be that would succeed the man, and the outcome which was to follow. "Little Rion..."

"Well it is about time they did something efficient." Said Vemyn as he caught word of the purging. He thought to himself for a moment, seething an inhale before pushing it back out with a sudden huff of air. The Elf took up a piece of paper, addressing the worn parchment to none other than the Rex himself. "Just for good measure..." "To the Rex of the Iron Uzg, I have recently heard news of these acclaimed whitewashes taking shelter within the confines of the city Laurelin. -Anonymous." The man gave a dark grin as he looked over the brief note, hoping that the Rex would actually be able to understand a majority of the words which he had implemented within his writing. Rising from his desk, he gave his lover Luvatalin a pat on the head, exiting his home and making way to an optimal place for launching a a messenger bird... "For good measure..." He repeated, his words sounding bitter.

Is he ready for this Sunday night?

"Was it truly tragedy, or simply an inevitability?.. Perhaps Riondil, this was the sweet justice fate had to offer in return to your lax and careless behavior in response to the endangerment of Fi'Ceru's people that day. You offer not your own help, and in doing so, in betraying your role as a representative and overseer of your people; you paid the ultimate price." Valentine stepped away from the stained glass window which oversaw the main courtyard of the city, which he had been using to survey the grieving party of citizens as well as the rest of the cast of unsavory beings which may have found their way into the citadel of Haelun'or. He turned his gaze slowly back to Alyndral, murmuring to her. "Cruel fate, deserved retribution.."

"You honestly believe that because we view slavery in a different way, that it will garner more support among the masses?.. These Orcs, as well as every other race knows that slavery is wrong. They know, but do nothing about it. They simply do not care any more unless it involves family or friend, otherwise the so-called guilds who were established to actually protect us, would have done their job when two Dwarves were kidnapped from this place only days ago by an Olog!"

Vemyn watched Vondan deliver his speech, his eyes glancing slowly over the mass of people which had accumulated around him. For a moment, he felt as if he were a giant, though that is when he realized that these were just Dwarves. The Elf cleared his throat, turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "In this day and age we are constantly surrounded by beings which wish to oppose the values that have taken oh-so many years to set in stone, so to speak. While I do not care for slavery myself, I find that it will be extremely difficult to rid those with opposing thoughts on the matter. Orcs are out prowling as it is, abducting random citizens to be sold at high value, or work intensive labor for who-knows-what. All I say is this... We can not expect change in a world which refuses to adapt."

I could not have worded this any better myself.

Men who walk through glass hallways shouldn't wear high heels.

Male. But there is no shame in wearing dresses. Neither. Oh yes. I feel the Bern. Elise.

I'm bored, and I need some way to fix it. Ask me questions, I don't care what kind. -Akiriza

Name: Valentine Taliiyna'thilln ((MC Name:)) Akiriza Race: Mali'aheral'thill Age: 216 Intent in Fi'Ceru: Simply to acquire proper housing for myself and relatives. Total Number of Family Members: Three. ((Skype Name:)) Galacticpotatoking

"Perhaps I am not the most physically fit of all people, however I possess the mental capability to be an arbiter. I have many scars and many stories to share of my militant past, during the wars of Leyulin and Embermoore, of Kal'agnar and Khorvad, of Annil'sul and the loyals of Aerkiath. I possess knowledge of such affairs, as in the past I myself was a warrior. Today, I may not be one of military, but of mind. I still possess quite the ability to serve my people."

"Where I had failed to become Elokarir'mali, I believe I am well within my rights to run as candidate for Tilruir'tir. Through thick and thin, I have waded through the dank moores of our nation's troubling past, and althewhile have maintained my loyalty to the Silver Law. I shall not allow a replacement to be put into office without opposition." Stated Valmuel as he witnessed the ongoing commotion. He wore a face of sheer determination, as if this were something for many years he had been anticipating. He tugged upon his gloves, stretching the fabric over his hands to smooth out the many wrinkles which marred the surface of them, a small smirk tugging it's way onto the corners of his otherwise placid expression.