tcs_tonsils_

My Ingame character bears the bubonic plague given to him by his pet rat squibble. He then gave to the mosquitos, making it a much more horrifying, pneumonic plague, which is plague past from human to invest to another human.

Well can we get an Lm to approve this then?

It's not Oren I'm after, it's not the rebellion it's anyone, oranians or not but everyone must be cleans

( https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/147519-biochemical-warfare/ ) As the sun dawns on another pleasant day in the realm of Vailor, the noises of its city folk quiet down and soften till only the sound of cough of stragglers and the scamper of mice can be heard. The dark falls over the front gate or Felson. In a unused space on the docks of Felson, Quinn Valmer who is forced to wallow in the filth of his warts. He sat back with his hands on his head, clutching down on what remains of his once fair hair. “Where did I go wrong, that I am to deserve this pain? The wart are bigger than mushroom found in caves. The scars more shaming than that which traitors must bear. Where is my justice for the many things I did in my life, the countless courtesies I have shown? As Quinn began crying out to the Creator, he felt a burst of strength in his legs. The burst gave him a hope which let him stand up. His right wooden leg, eroding from fungi and time, cracked and split, sending Quinn to the floor. He crawled toward the bench next to him and managed to lift himself up to grab the unused wooden peg leg by his desk. Quinn quickly strapped it onto the spot where he had taken of the old one. “This is only by the grace of the Almighty that I have been given this new strength. This strength feels like I am a new person.” Along with new strength, came new feeling, anger, lust, hatred. The jolt of energy thruster him to clear of his workbench. By the next week he had collected dozens of large jars from the trash. By the end of the month had filled them with thousands of mosquitos. By the third month, millions. All along his room, mosquitoes and mosquitoes larva sat in those large jars. “Mosquitos? Why…” But then it popped into his mind, like someone planted it there. “The people… The unfaithful and the unworthy. The unfit to join into God's kingdom. This town must be purged of its uncleanliness. I shall do it by the strength and will of the Almighty.” Quinn opened his door during the midnight hour and found a homeless beggar on the side of the docks. He quickly when up to him and knocked him out, dragging him back to the shack he called home. Quinn tied him up in a chair and sealed off and airway where something could get in or out. He quickly released the onto himself mosquitos onto himself before releasing the same batch onto man. Quinn very carefully catch the mosquitos and put them back into the jars. Than he waited for himself and the man to recover. Than he did it again with another batch. Over and over he did this pattern. Until one night he saw that the man had died. Pneumonic plague had spread to him. “This one served a noble cause. He shall be with my father in heaven.” Quinn went out again in the streets finding another subject to use. For many months he did this. Claiming 5 victims. After it was all done, he disposed of the bodies in the deep woods. Quinn took each of the jars and Compressed the lid down onto the mosquitos inside, crushing and killing them, making the disease ridden blood collect at the bottom. Quinn then poured the liquid into a big jar. The blood just about met the rim when he poured the last jar into the bigger one. “The is one more thing I have to do, a field (cough) test.” So Quinn found one last person, this time a health young man, by the name of Leo. He took Leo back to his house and showed him his jars while tied in rope and gagged. (Muffled) “hor hrahe” [your crazy] “I’m not crazy… I'm bless with the knowledge of the almighty. Trusted with the wisdom of God.” Quinn opened the 2 gallon jar and dipped an arrow slightly into it and closed it. “Haup hu ha a haiu” [stop what are you doing] “I will see you in heaven when I die if this works.” Quinn sticks the arrow into Leo's leg. Leo screams through his gag. The diseased blood runs off into Leo's bloodstream, and pumped the ought his entire body in a matter of hours. Quinn cleans up the wound trying to not make Leo bless out. Leo stays a matter of day, before suddenly dying mid meal. Throughout this time he showed all the signs of pneumonic plague. “It worked… And now it is time to cleanse the city. Only by the grace of God have I been given this gift. “ (Mod approved to watch over me as I do the rest.) but first I need this approved as an even I can do.

Iulius Grabs his best armor, and best sword and shield, and runs to fight the monster.

Maybe not worldwide and just felsen. Gremlins are a problem, they make a ton of messes.

Event Planners, MC Names: Tcs_tonsils_ Event Type: Apocalypse Event Date: Sat , Jan 23 2015 Factions/Nations effected by the event: All, or any nation that has at least 20 people Event Location: Every CIty that is connected to the cloud temple. Summary: A loud bang is heard as a landslide of rocks fall from the mountains by Urguan. As A dwarf checks the noise out he notices that a cave has been uncovered by the slide. He lights a torch and walks in. He sees hundred of blood-red eyes staring back at him. Gremlins have been awakened by the landslide and seen the outside. The dwarf runs away terrified at the sight of the sharp white teeth. The gremlins, because they hate the light, wait until it is dark before thousands of gremlins are released into Vailor. They go by every city, destroying items, that they think are fun to destroy. People must defend their property, before the gremlin situation gets out of hand. Concept Images/Screenshots: None, just spawn, from 100-300, little zombies in each town depending on the size and people. Other Information: The Gremlin crisis is huge. They steal your food, and your armour. The War horn of the dwarves has sounded. Prepare for apocalypse. Defend your family. Do you need the Event Team's assistance?: Yes, all the Et members would be nice to have, Any mod would be nice to have to spawn the zombies from three different spots in the city. (Well one spot for the dwarves.) If so, do you require actors and/or builders?: No.

So what exactly am I to fix?

DANGIT next time

This is true it was a bit hard for me to understand too.... but i needed comments on how to immprove it because i think it can be a really good religion

I don't think that the Underlining mean anything... I will change them... an would you approve of the lore for that magic if I wrote a page on it... It would be used for nothing else but this guild.

And XfactorNinja

I did not do most of this... It was Mostly OsmiumOtter

Ramanya (RAY-MUN-Yah) [Daemon] Followers of Ramanya: The Daemon’s Religion The Daemon’s serve the parasites as well as the great Daemon [Daemon], and believe that all are born corrupted, and that the only way to become pure is to let the [daemon’s, and therefore Ramanya, make you who you are supposed to be. Parasite digs into left arm and feeds off your life energy. Origin Aenguls and Daemons: All names of Aenguls and Daemons: Aeriel, Dragur, Eshtael, Gazardiael, Metztli, Nemiisae, Tahariae, Wyrvun, Yeu Rthulu, Xan Things already presided over: peace, love, balance, curiosity, new beginnings, spiders, purity, justice, cold, virtue, contentment, compassion, order, guardianship, spirits (elemental, ancestral, immortal) - Aeriel - Caretaker of Souls, and Aengul of peace and love. Arch-Aengul of God, the Creator. Patron of the Ascended. - Eshtael - Aengul of Balance. Controls destiny of mortals. - Gazardiael - Aengul of Curiousity, and New Beginnings. The Aengul that is most involved in Mortal affairs. - Tahariae - Aengul of Purity and Justice. Patron of the Order of the Sacred Light. - Wyrvun - Aengul of Cold and Virtue. - Yeu Rthulu - Aengul of Contentment and Compassion. - Xan - Aengul of Order and Guardianship. Patron of the Order of the Sacred Light. - Dragur - The creator of Draagars from dragons, powerful beings of great knowledge. - Metztli - The Daemon creator of the Kharajyr. - Apohet - The Daemon creator of the Spiritual Plane that eventually was divided into the Elemental, Ancestral, and Immortal planes. Parasite tiers Tier 1: Loose substances like dirt or sand as well as lower viscosity liquids like water and oil Spikes are white Separation from parasite leaves them very weak and sick, but they recover Tier 2: easily splintering/crumbling substances like wood or sandstone as well as medium viscosity liquids like swamp water and sludge spikes are yellowish Separation from parasite causes extreme loneliness and depression, never goes away, alway feels empty inside Tier 3: splintering/crumbling substances like obsidian, flint, or stone as well as high viscosity liquids such as honey and mud spikes are orangish Separation from parasite causes half insanity and a overwhelming loneliness and depression to the point of consideration of suicide Tier 4: All substances, including malleable and ductile things like iron and gold as well as gas like air (this can be used to put out fires and cause pressure waves, but is never lethal directly [at most highly concentrated could cause near knock out, but might have effects [like knocking a branch and it falling] that cause harm. spikes are blood red Separation from parasite means slow painful death over the span of a week Magic The pool is like this 'magical' liquid that causes hyper regrowth and updating, and it was like in a foggy room Many holes on the bottom that all lead to a giant under-chasm that hold a bunch of the parasites The liquid is hyper oxygenated to where you can breath in it It bites you and you pass out It then proceeds to burrow into your arm and connect to your nervous system It then proceed to send signals throughout the body which mimic the brain, telling the body to change things in cell dna The parasite shapes it's host to it's ideals using DNa changing The liquid causes the body to change faster once the Dna is changed to match The people believe that everything was born corrupted and must take on the purification and be "who you were meant to be" Which is just what the parasite wants you to be While normally not drastic changes of race and gender happen, they are not unheard of The parasite also can keep the appearance of age in check, but that does not mean eternal life It means youth until your dead but It takes a lot of work on the parasite's part, especially from or to a kha, as, well it's a complete dna shatterment not adaptation It would take a lot of work for any race But some parasite really want their host to be an elven girl and they got a fat man dwarf Also the parasite can use a mental assault to restructure you as a personality, but it needs energy, which it gets from The first feeding, which is a ceremony where you basically ceremoniously dip your arm in some really really unsafe to drink strong beer or wine Story Long, long ago in Aethera when nomad tribes roamed the land and the Descendants had not yet reached the realm, there was a tribe that lived next to a great forest. One rainy day, staggering out of the woods came a figure, staggering out of the woods. The tribesman scouts spotted the person and helped him into the village. When they received him, he said only one thing, handing a book, "Don't open this, but give it to the poorest child that can read in your village, they are to read it, it is necessary to save your village from a Daemon's wrath" With that the figure collapsed, unconscious. The men got the person to their doctor, and then brought the book to Little Gecko (As he was called in their language), a little orphan by the age of 7, who knew how to read and lived in a tiny tent lined with a mix of tanned cow, pig, and sheep skin discarded by others. The little boy was told to read it and to protect the book. The boy, after the men left, opened th book, and was immediately intrigued by it. On the front page their was a note "Little one, I know not your name, but read this, commit it to memory, tell no-one what it says until I have spoken with you. The fate of your village lies on you" So he sat down immediately and started reading, he marked important parts in the dirt next to him and immersed completely in the book. The book spoke of three Deamons who took theform of dragons: Greydanus the Light, Bardanus the Dark, and Styrmdanus the Sacred, who ruled together as a triumvirate over the balance of the realms and individuals. Balance is different then order or chaos, but instead is like a evening out of energy. They gaurd the line of how much power is possible for one individual to obtain, whether through deity or through arcane magic, there is a limit of power one being can have. Balance also includes the crossing over of realms, and they grant rest to the souls who need to pass on to the greater realm. They have gone unknown for ages, helping the world not fall apart, and now have had enough. They have started to refuse spirits the passage to the afterlife and let power be given by the deities in unnatural quantities. They refuse to do their job until they are recognized, and the entire realm might fall apart. *The little boy finds another note. On the page* "You are wondering why you alone can read this, and that is because I have been watching you, you are pure of heart, and a good person to take on the responsibility I will ask of you, read on, this is very important" The symbol of the Three is as follows: As you can see, white stands for Greydanus, black for Bardanus, and red for Styrmdanus. *Again, a note is scribbled* "Child, you have been chosen to become the prophet of these greatest of Daemons. This is your choice, but think about this: If I'm wrong or lying to you, what is lost? But if I'm right or telling the truth what is to lose? The whole world. If you accept your position, follow with these steps." Draw the symbol of the Three in the sand, very large. Take a necklace that is carved with a indention to where the three prices can fit in ((like a round cake pan with the little centerpiece)) and place it around your neck. Carve the three parts out of a same, but different material (e.g. Backing is oak wood, light piece is birch wood, dark piece is spruce wood, sacred piece is acacia wood, all same, but different (another example would be with minerals)) Pray deeply, nonstop to the three Daemons in the middle of the sand marking. When one has accepted you, you will see their piece of the necklace glow in their color. If you gain all Three's pleasure, then you must take a knife and cut your throat, not enough to kill you of course, and smear the blood plentifully all over the backing of the necklace. Then take each piece, in the order they accepted you, and as you fit the pieces into the necklace, say "Let this be a symbol of my undying allegiance to You (all), the greatest Daemons". If they accept you fully as one of their own, then the blood will seal it into one necklace, permanently. Dawn the necklace as a symbol of your bondage to them, and be associated blessed with magic by no other deities, lest they get jealous and revoke you. Pray to them everyday, and offer them a piece of your food every time you eat. These Daemons have a bonus to serving them, they bless you their powers if you pray for them to, but their energy, be wary, has some side effects. Little boy, this remaining portion is all that you should expect or is needed to prepare you. Hearing Their Voices The first and foremost concept is hearing their voice and how to know when they wish to talk. When one of the Three wish to speak to you, their entire piece will light up, and you will feel that they want to talk. Let their voice come into your head, and they will talk. However, if their piece lights up but the dot does not, they wish to speak through you/be you. THis is a much bigger responsibility, and happens rarely happens but is not unheard of. This form of possession is sometimes used if one of the Three wants to defend their follower from being associated with another deity, for example, being recruited for Druidism. The Offering of Food One major item of business for worshipping is the offering of food.

((IC)) Name: Iulius Destrain Age:28 Race:Wood elf Type of Business: Farmer Name of Business: Bundle o' oats for yah Location of Business: Urguan ((OOC)) MC Name: tcs_tonsils_ Timezone: eastern Skype: tc raven

Your Name? Chagrin Frostbeard Your profession(s)? Fair Miner, Fair Farmer, blacksmith Place of Inhabitant? Urguan ((Skype?))yes you got mine

Your Name? Chagrin Frostbeard Your profession(s)? Fair Miner, Fair Farmer, blacksmith Place of Inhabitant? Urguan ((Skype?))yes you got mine