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"When will you, or others of our shared blood, stop causing issues?" Veluc asked one of the Ivory Crown's inanimate training dummies, the Silver State's symbol plastered across its face. He pressed a finger aggressively into its chest, lecturing the model as if it were alive. "We're elves, not duplicitous vermin! Shame on you! Shame! Shame!"

αӄαӄɦɛʅ-ӄɛᵲʊӄ ♫ ♩ ♬♩ ♫ └─────────────────┘ With our sights and focus on the war effort, the maehr’s success within the Caurósian forces reminds us that with preparation and a sharp mind, one may succeed through all plights beset upon our kin. And yet, this is a duty that may never end. Bevonulel (the happening) will always return, and the dark elves must persist with their pursuit of intelligence lest we leave ourselves vulnerable to deceit and calamity as in ages yore. For this reason, the Council of Ash affirms the Ashen Vision’s position as the cultural and educational administration of both the Union and the malyker people, taking on the first role set for us by Velulaei and Malin. The Vision’s main objectives will be to ensure our kin’s histories are not left forgotten and that the malyker are prepared for what the future holds. Whether it be through tradition or reform, it is our minds that come together to thrive through struggle. Prioritized among our duties will be the preservation of history and cultural practices, festivals that embody the spirit of the malyker, and studies that will equip our maehr with the knowledge to handle themselves (properties of herbs, monsters, etc). Akakhel-Keruk is currently seeking books on malyker history as well as wizened maehr and potential disciples of different creeds and backgrounds to help establish foundations for Maehryl success within Cauróst and Braevos as a whole. Further information is found listed in the “A CALL FOR KNOWLEDGE” document. You may write to Veluc Strixxi or Aytheln Vel’obv if you’ve interest in aiding us, or leave a letter within the office depicted below. ʋɛʅʊӄ ʂȶᵲψᛪᛪψ ʂαռᵲψᵲ αɛȶɦ αӄαӄɦɛʅ-ӄɛᵲʊӄ, ¤ӄαᵲψᵲ ʊɦʋ ʅψhռ-ӄɛᵲʊӄչɦɛʅ, Sentina'ir of Cauróst, Elven Hero of Du Loc ȶαʅʊɦռ ψ¤ӄɛᵲψɱα ʊɦʋ ȶαʅʊɦռψ ʋɛʅ’¤ɮʋ ¤ӄαᵲψᵲ ʊɦʋ ʅψhռ-ӄɛᵲʊӄչɦɛʅ ¤ӄɛᵲψɱα-ӄɛᵲ¤ӄψᵲ ʊɦʋ ʅʅψɛ-ᵲαɱαʂαᵲʋ¤ȶɛʅ ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔭𝔢

MC Name: x_amongus_x Discord: atn Image: Description of Image: A ripe pear. Dimensions: 1x1

MC Name: x_amongus_x Discord: atn Image: Description of Image: An image of a pear, eaten to its core. Dimensions: 1x1

Art: Hall of Wisdom, Alexander Dudar im planeswalking lol dont metagame my loot! He was lucky to land somewhere promising; the section on rings brimmed with curses and useless things. Veluc followed a simple process to filter what he wanted: pick up a tome, scan its spine or cover for anything of note, then toss it aside or dive into its contents. Care was taken when he placed them back, so as not to garner the ire of the realm’s recordkeepers. Words never spoken for the very same reason. He craved more than the endless wealth of experiences Gal Elnath had offered him–the pride and inklings of greed that it and the specter Tobin eschewed into his mind the thing to bring him here in the first place, as well as a break from Aevos’ worldly affairs. The beginning of it all was slow, but it certainly had to yield results. Each month Veluc spent searching along the shelves only ticked him off further. What was meant to be respite from chasing marshals clad in black and yellow, facing off hordes of soul and bone and speaking politics felt enervating compared to even war. The repetitive sound of Garumdir’s bronze clocks emanated throughout the infinite expanse of the Universal Archive, ringing faintly yet noticeably from beyond the reach of the library’s polyites and visitors. Most of the leather tomes bore pages filled with near-worthless records and experiments, their smoky scent overbearing on the elf’s nose. Worst of all was the mild, yet persistent ache at the back of his mind–an interloper, or his anxiety? He wasn’t sure, and knew he wouldn’t be until it was too late. Knowledge came and went, drabble littering his mind with ideas only to be forgotten after the next meaningless book. Blurs swished across Veluc’s haggard visage in this never-ending slog of constant work. Every flip of a page wrenched some life out of him, the publications he invested his time into never truly grasped. He seethed with frustration, tempered only because his body was too tired to muster a more lively response. In time, he finally found something worth keeping: the writings of a shunter, assumedly greater than he, glimmering like a jackpot accumulated from the coffers of fools. The elf snatched the scroll from a crack between a metalsmithing manual and a treatise on aurum jewelry within undead hovels to read for himself. To Veluc, the art of planeswalking was selfish and profane; yet Benedicta’s findings suggested otherwise. Worlds kept secret from the public were shared experiences among her fellowship, people of all sorts who had heard the Dictate’s words written to have accompanied her. Pilgrimages and expeditions in the name of God were spread across the realms, taken not for penance or personal gain but for growth. In the eyes of an elf like him, one so far from the graces of a God he believed uncaring and with a lifespan immortal compared to the fleetingness of mankind, it made little sense. Even so, whether he was coping due to ‘wasted time’ or believed it genuinely, the thought that it could be more than simply self-indulgence became a lingering goal in his vision. The chance that, through a joint effort among peers, the stars could serve a greater purpose for the descendants. At the very least, it inspired hope rather than dwelling in bleakness. Discreetly, he noted down the long-dead author’s rites and returned to the Material with his discoveries: both knowledge garnered on Benedicta’s creations and a change in perspective. The next few days, months and years after his return home were spent meticulously chipping away at some jewelry. . . every day spent trying to perfect the enchantment’s sequence.

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erm. . . formatting not responsive for all devices, goes off screen. -2 questions for @Pallodiumtho! most of which are less directly mechanical and more regarding design choices bc i like talking about them 1. is there any reason that alchemical creatures like an automaton would be considered impure beyond just being misunderstood by tahariae? maybe i have the wrong interpretation of lore but i was under the impression that a creation based completely in the mundane and the material plane wouldn't be affected by someone who wants a natural world unfettered by gods. tawkin is specifically written to be anathema in the eyes of gods, but animatii is an art based on improving the mundane w/ implications of garumdir's influence through knowledge rather than any blessings. 2. judgeless is almost the exact same flavor of mysticism's unbound fates without any of the stipulations such as an amputated arm, not being functional on demons and other fully-claimed CAs as well as the false souls of beastfolk. do you intend to add similar restrictions, or is this meant to be a stronger version of said ability? imo it's a bit of a theme conflict as a high form of soul manipulation that can make sense given the deity but undermines the abilities of others, which is why i ask for your thoughts >: ) 3. mists were a central part of paladin spellcasting, functioning as their gift from xan's blessing after being "embered"/connected. ik the mechanics are different and that water is another descriptor of the spells created by their censers, but is there a reason you both chose for mists in some cases over something like pillars of water or solidified light? maybe it's just me but i feel like at some points the consistency of how their spells manifest is lost when it switches back and forth between clouds of mist and the calm streams of holy water, especially since the former was once the identifier of a paladin. can't think of many more to ask other than those rn but the post is cool

Leading a patrol along the outskirts of Celian lands, Sentina'ir Veluc stared towards the marble city-state with a hatred that pierced through his binoculars. In truth, his anger stemmed from nothing more than the words they placed upon paper and the sentiment behind it, eventually culminating in a maddened crashout. "Your cat knights will serve as the mantles for our cloaks, and your unrepentant rat nobles will be our coin purses. I will not rest until these Xionist swine are rendered paste for our farms, so that their offal serves more use than they ever had in life. And don't tell me, 'I'm not a Xionist, I worship God!' Haha! SHUT UP!" His over-the-top ramblings to himself concerningly continued for many minutes, though ended with a wave of repeated apologies to his companions.

cool lore

all characters voiced by me

squeeblor (unaffiliated) gorkil of former lurak says "yub yub u guys are awesome."

veluc sends a reply from the swamp dimension ”yes this is awesome”

candles and their effects are generally fine as is imo. at most i'd just make them require fresh bodies/body parts like argentum and ensure that people who use body parts show valid RP from the player it's being harvested from. in regard to this, people choosing to ignore the fact ur desecrating the remains of a person (or using regenerative flesh taken from someone who has turned mutant through witchcraft) is an IC thing that could be handled IC tbh. just my thoughts.

jav nerf manifested...

"To break the Mandate so soon. . . It is not a surprise, but a pity," Veluc mused to his fellow dark elves while eyeing over the document with great fatigue in his eyes. He lamented what was to come; violence against a pure descendantkind was the last thing he could ever wish. "May they reconsider. Perhaps I am foolish, but I've faith they'll come to know the truth of what lingers within - fel tomes and all." @Karina @meowmaxer @Kiiztria @Zacho