Farryn

Welp. That happened, not sure how I feel about it as an old generation alchemist player.

Alright kids, buckle the hell up, we're going to break down my one character you all seem to love a lot. Elvira Naromis - Ascended of Aeriel, Former Cleric of Tahariae, Master Alchemist, and my first character 1. How long have you been playing your character, and how have they changed and developed RPly? 2. What are some small nuances or details in your character that might not be so obvious to other players upon interaction? For example, I often use the hand movements of my snow elf to express certain metaphors or his state of mind. 3. Does / Did your character have a strong bond with another character that you found to be memorable based on what it was founded on? (Characters who had a brotherly relationship, romantic, rivalry, etc.) I can't mention every single person Elvira had a strong bond with, but know that if you did have a strong bond with Elvira - it was an amazing one. 4. What's the most badass thing your character has ever done? ...do you really want me to recite the list? Like REALLY want me to recite it? Yelled at Gazadriael to suck his **** in Flexio when the Aengudaemon was revived during the Isle of Malin event (she was angry, that guy made her go insane). Leapt onto the back of a dragon with her uncle, Izier, and both died - but it was bloody badass. All her savage statements, I can't pick one - all of them were badass. Had a one on one fight with a dark user (I can't remember their name) in the ruins of Johannasburg in Axios and it was amazing due to OOC communication and friendlieness. Made Rubrium ballista bolts that nearly killed her but one was eventually shot at the September Prince with the item needed to kill it attached to it. Ran a clerical order and then the Ascended order - shame we never got to her Paladin arc, else she would have been a part of all three major holy magics and bore their power at one point. Aiding Descendants against a demon army in Atlas - where she and Glineth, a demon lady, decided to team up and unleash holy-dark hell on demons. Hella badass. The many many many Elvira VS Dark forces moments - you guys all have a special place in my heart because of those fights and I am sorry if many turned into OOC drama by other members of my order. Told multiple god-like beings to go **** themself because she could. Spent a few months in a replica of the Desert of the Damned in order to repent for harming a descendant. Became LotC's DOOM slayer and gave some characters PTSD. Was a Half-Elf but gave no shits about it. 5. Character Art? 6. Anything else you'd like to talk about regarding your character? Well, I said what I pretty much wanted to say regarding Elvira but I can share a few small tidbits. My biggest headcanon for Elvira: Elvira is now in the Soulstream, battling against the many corrupted souls within the desert of the damned that are harming uncorrupted souls passing through but also is attempting to negotiate with the Archaengul in changing how the desert works, trying to ensure any innocent corrupted souls are spared or given a chance to be healed. Being a Master Sage makes her stronger than an average Ascended in the realm, so she's a reckoning to face. I might write a story regarding that, similar to what Xarkly has been doing. There's also a big question I've been asked recently: Will Elvira come back? Very unlikely given she is PK'ed, and the chances of her coming back as an undead or any dark creature that uses souls is impossible as her soul is protected by Aeriel (Died while Ascended lore was still accepted, so her soul is techincally bound to Aeriel). But if a ET or ST ever does an event where past characters come back for a time to help out - I definitely would appeal to have Elvira be one of those characters to return for a time and guide. But will she ever come back to the living permenantly? No, as her duty is now in the Soulstream. I'm overwhelmed that many users on LotC, from many different groups on the server, loved my character for who she was and appreciate her. It makes me really happy to know I created a wonderful character and that people loved to roleplay with her. She wasn't perfect, which was probably why she was a great character so I'm just happy to hear Elvira went down as a beloved character for many older users. Elvira's Wiki Page for anyone who want to read her history more: https://wiki.lordofthecraft.net/index.php?title=Elvira_Naromis

Athanas gazes up at the floating island in a mix of awe and surprise. "Neat. I wonder how long it took for them to get the calucations and accuracy right."

OOC ((MC Name: Farryn)) ((Discord: Farryn#1306)) ((Timezone: GMT )) ~~~ IN-CHARACTER What is your name? Athanas Naromis Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? I seek to enhance my research and understanding of voidal magics, as well as learn skills that will be benefical to areas of my study - such being the many kinds of magic within our world, from the Aengudaemonic to the Voidal. I also seek to learn Alchemy and its uses. I also hope to use my own research to aid fellow descendants and that knowledge is kept within the correct hands. What arts, if any, do you currently practice? Aside from currently studying housemagery, I have no current magic of any kind under my belt. Though perhaps that might change in time. What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? Either the Astrologicus, as I am an avid researcher of the Aengudaemonic, or Hermeticum, as I am considering following my mother's path in the way of Alchemy and medicine. When should you be contacted for an interview? I am happy to be contacted whenever the guild calls for me.

"...this definitely cannot be the work of the Paladins of Xan - there is no way they would step that low," Athanas murmured after hearing the news in his new home. The high elf placing down the newspaper onto his desk and rubbed his chin. "Yet, Zann - Xan. No doubt the Descendants who despise the latter will take this as a chance to hunt down the Paladins of Xan, an excuse per say. Surely those with bright minds know that this may be the cultists attempting to shift the blame onto the Paladins of Xan or have people think they are responsible... no matter, I should discuss this matter with Elder Grungron. It seems now may be a good time to see action,"

Athanas Naromis stares at the missive in his hand, the one-arm high elf's expression a mix of disgust and amusement. A chuckle escaping from his lips. "...for a moment, I thought this was from Sutica, not from Haelun'or... you'd expect them to at least be more discreet or relatively sensible in their descriptions..."

Athanas writes up his letter and sends it off to the building. "Hello, I am Athanas Naromis - I am quite new to Vaelya. I have a fondness for books, so perhaps book regarding Vaeyla's culture or of any topic would be most welcomed!" He then looks over the other letters, thinking. He then decides to take Seonaidh's request. "Let's see what I can get for this fellow."

Within the Soulstream, an old yet familiar face would greet Azoth. A glowing teal eye filled with warmth yet small sadness. “...took you long enough, old friend. I was beginning to think we would not meet again,” Elvira smiled at him.

Somewhere within the Soulstream, Elvira waits patiently for her son to arrive.

Regardless of if it gets accepted or not, you did a great job writing this lore, @WhiteKnight_19 and I hope the clerics do see better days than what came before. Only one thing to say here....

*Remembers the books Kary and co found that hinted towards this* *Then reads this* But really though, brilliant writing as always, Xarkly! Go forth, you glorious writer, go forth and weave a brilliant story! (Yes, came back to LotC briefly to read this and comment)

The highest peak in Arcas towered above as the Ascended made her way up. The cold winds brushing against her form, threatening to send her back. Yet she stood steadfast as she continued on. Night had since fallen and the full moon lingered up above, lighting her path. The woman wore her usual leathered coat and tunic, her teal sash slung around her waist. Her sabre strapped firmly to her side. On her back, she carried a simple bag of all she wanted to bring with her. Yet most noticeable - the polished slayer steel Arm of Aeriel was strapped to its usual place on her left hand. The astral crystals forged into the metal pulsing ever so lightly. Finally, she came to a halt ontop the peak, overlooking the vast lands of Arcas. Elvira was no stranger to this peak, she had visited it many times to reflect or to take time away from the worries of the world. From the many fights with the dark, the light, and the void, to the concerns of the many in the lands below. There was a calm peacefulness that only this place could bear and keep - a silence so welcoming it could grant even an Aengudaemon a moment’s peace. Though shadows have since fallen the land with the night - specks of light made out the many settlements. The many lives that have continued to strive, even now. Yet she knew this would be her last visit here, or anywhere in Arcas. The woman sat down at her usual rock, placing her sabre down by her feet. A gentle puff of breath escaped from her lips as she gazed over at the sight. Her ever-glowing teal eye filled with a knowing sadness. Everything she did, she often questioned if it was worth it. From the lives she spared to the lives she took. The people she befriended and the people she hated. The many journies to the extraordinary of locations and to the very depth of danger. Everything she gained and everything she lost. What was it all for? For the many who call these lands home? For herself? For the hope that everything would be different this time? For a peace that may never be truly gained? All that Elvira knew was that she did what she could for all here - she had helped stopped many threats, brought new life into the world, and brought many lives to an end. She served the light and sought alternatives when dealing with the dark. She lived many lives within just one, went by many names and witnessed many moments. The woman saw the worst in the world - those who turned to dark and used it to do harm to others, while those of light did just the same despite the oaths they took. She saw once innocent and cheerful lives either ended or changed due to the actions of others, many falling to their grief and pain. The anger of many by her actions, the friends and family she had lost. Too many times she saw one land end as they fled to another, the spinning cycle that never seemed to end still going. Yet where there was worst, there was good - those who used their powers, regardless of light or dark, to protect and help others. Men and women who did ill now strived for redemption and stood back up after they fell. Times where many of different races stood together as one to protect their home. The smiles and joy that many found in the smallest of situations. The many friends and family she had, even when she had lost hope. The world, the Ascended knew, needed both sides. Both light and dark, good and bad, life and death, joy and pain. No matter how many times someone tried to remove one side or avoid it, it’ll always be there. From the lich that tries to avoid death to the innocent man who tried to avoid doing bad. There was always a time where they cannot avoid it, no matter how many times they tried. That was the true balance of nature - of life in general. That was why she did everything she did. To simply live, and so that others could experience life as well. And she did such well, a good life she had but one she knew was finally up. Afterall - even immortals die eventually, it was just a matter of when and not if. Not even she, regardless of what everyone thought, was immune to death. The Ascended leaned back and watched the sky, the moon above seemly glowing brighter than usual. She felt herself weakening and glanced down to her hand. Already, her skin was beginning to crystallize, specks of light drifting off the teal surface and to the sky above. The crystals slowly spread up her arm, as same as the other and her legs. A clear sign of an Ascended about to die. Elvira led a good life - she went from a frightened young child that had grown up with nothing but abuse and harm, to an Alchemist who strived to help many and eventually overcame her past. Then, a cleric of Tahariae who strived to do good but at the cost of ending innocent lives to see that impurity and purity did not matter. She became a leader, someone to guide others through the dark. Then, an Ascended who walked the path of grey - aiding both sides of light and dark to ensure balance was kept. So many trials and so many people lost. Nearly, she had lost herself many times but always found a way to keep herself going, even if it meant suffering more. She finally knew she reached the end. Had she told anyone about her end, they would do all they could to stop her. Many didn’t want to see her go or accept the fact she was ready to move on. So many she had guided with her advice and wisdom, or stood side by side with on the battlefield, to the point where they relied on her too much. Many did not wish to accept her eventual death but deep down, they all knew it would happen. Thus, she decided to venture up to this peak and silently leave the world, with only the moon and stars as her witnesses. The crystallization kept on spreading up her arms and over her body. A tear ran down her cheek before she chuckled softly - she had faith in them all. In the mortals to overcome the next threats that came their way. For someone to rise up in her place and guide those who need such. For another leader that truly understood the meaning of their actions. For a child to find a home and grow up once more. That was her final wish. What the Ascended saw last before her vision faded was the many who had passed before her: her parents, her grandfather, Daniel Nodal, Beth, Beros, Izier, Aliyra, Guarger, Ramza, Heshakomeu, many clerics of old, Nienna, Blundermore, Heial, the previous Master Sages, Victoria… and many more. All waiting for her, smiling softly as they stood there. A gentle smile formed on her lips and she nodded. Her eye falling shut. The crystals finally overcame her body and shattered, her form splintering into many small aspects of light. The teal light that was once Elvira drifted up into the sky, towards the moon while a Borealis of teal colour formed around the peaks. One by one, the specks of lights vanished away into nothing. Just like that, the last Master Sage and the woman who guided many was gone. [Elvira Naromis. 2014 - 2020] [!] Many letters would find their way to the addressed individuals [!] Rickard Lefkos Vailoen Eris Naromis Andriel Arik Hiren Meta El and Neci Solaray Steven Shagarath Beranabus Hareven Kyral Vas The Ascended of Aeriel The Paladins of Xan OOC It’s been a good run for both myself and Elvira, but I think it’s time I moved on from LotC and began focusing more on my life. There’s just too many issues with this server that have been raised but have never been fixed despite how many people raised them. I’ve been let down by many people fo simple things that could have been done easily, but it seems things won’t be sorted out any time soon. Sometimes its better to just move on than keep clinging to something in hopes it’ll get better. Thank you all for everything, even if many times have caused immense stress for me and also caused me to lose friends. As said by Elvira: Live and enjoy life the fullest. We do only have one life and it should be spent more on the world outside of LotC than in here. Elvira has had her fill of life and it’s about time for her to rest after six years of playing as her. As fo me, I got a life ahead of me and I should spend it more on something worth living for, such as my dream of becoming a Cinematographer and the real life. I’ll be contactable on discord but I hopefully won’t be returning here ever again. I hope you all have a great time and that you all stay safe! Sincerely, Farryn.

RP Name::Elvira Naromis MC Username: Farryn Discord: Farryn#1306 What Nation Are You Affliated With?: N/A – not really directly afflicated with a nation. Why Do You Wish To Come?: My character started in Athera and she was invited by the Paladins to assist them in their task in Athera. Also, I may intend on PKing Elvira in Athera if I really consider it. What Skills Can You Bring?: Alchemical skills, fighting, and medical skills. As well as knowledge on Athera and on a range of subjects.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you put a target on your back by angering just about every nation and group in Arcas. especially the more zealous ones... hopefully some of them know its a joke and won’t consider going for Lily and Sutica. If they do, well... that’s Lily and Mystery’s fault,” Elvira shrugs before going back to sipping some mocha.

Elvira hears of the news and her stomach dropped, a sickening sensation filling the Ascended. She was never one for harming children, let alone outright killing them. The timeless woman shook her head. “...A child is a child, no matter their race. To outright kill a child because of no reason or because you despise their race is inexcusable... May both the Archaengul and Metztli watch over the little one...” She then wonders for a moment. “...perhaps I should consider moving out of Irrinor and gain some land for myself... hm, that does sound nice, given what I’ve seen already..”

Elvira just reads the parchment with a simple stare, her eye still hurting from reading the language at the front of the envelope. “...Really? Using the Black Language on the front? Whoever wrote this is aware that the language hurts the eyes of those unable to read it, meaning chances are – some folks may not read it due to their eyes hurting and those more familiar with it will know a dark user wrote this and may become reluctant to read it... it’s like they are not even trying to conceal who they are...” She then sighs. “...I think now may be the time for me to come out of retirement... I have a feeling some of the darkness may need to be put down if they decide to harm my allies...”

[!] A message is soon sent to the Father, as well as copies of the message being added next to each posters the Father had added. It included the following quote above [!] “Yet I must object to that statement. Not once did you ask for my opinion on the matter, nor did it sound as though you think I and the council members who did stand there earned a voice – the very people who share a seat on the very same council as you. Yes, I am a Scion and by the council hierarchy, I am not on the council. However I was asked to stand on the dias and be part of the jury by the will of the Lord Protector Arik as he saw it necessary for the council members to stand alongside you as judges. I may not be of your rank but my words and presence there do hold weight regardless for that trial. Yet enough of me, what of the Lord Sage Steven and the Empyria Lyra, who is betrothed to the Empyrion , and both was asked to stand alongside you to judge this trial. You state that their words and presence mean nothing to you, not even the Empyria, when you say you are under no obligations to consider the debate of what few members of the council remained until the end? Pray tell, would you disrespect the wishes of other council members such as Arik and those they choose to assist in the judging solely because you bear a title higher than us, Father Cassian? Even Lyra herself? Do you believe you are above that of her?! Not once did you look to us for opinions, only settling on silencing us when we sought to share input Such is disheartening to hear, especially from a good man such as yourself. A man who listened to many and gave out good words. There is a reason why there’s often trials are held with multiple people standing as the jury – it is to prevent a one-sided verdict of one individual whom may bear particular ill towards either the defence or the prosecution. Bias can occur if one man allows his views and own opinions determine the verdict, hence why the necessity of having additional people there to share their own thoughts and opinion on the matter. What occurred on the trial that day was not true justice – true justice is when the truth is relieved and the decisions made were neutral and considered. Yet no true justice was given that day, only an empty verdict made by a man who disrespected the members of the council willing to sit through that trial and help him discuss a verdict, including the Empyria herself. I am ashamed of what you did there, Father Cassian, and it made me lose hope in you that you see us as lesser when those sat there with you were there as equals. I hold no doubt that there are also others out there who lost faith in you also because of this. I only pray you reflect back on this and hopefully ensure you don’t repeat this error again, it is not fitting for a man who many seek as a guide within their religion to dismiss the opinions of others due to their ranks. Signed, Elvira Naromis. Master Sage. Scion of the Tearstone.

“Not all of Llyria see monks as the threats many make them out to be and they can see through the lies and slander thrown at them,” Elvira murmured to herself, releasing a sigh of relief that the monks are sticking up for themselves but taking a peaceful approach. “Us that do not agree with what was written know that the Monks are warriors who serve a noble goal and fight for what is worth fighting for, for family, for friends, for those who cannot defend themselves. I am immensely ashamed and disgusted of many members of Llyria for their treatment of Magnus and of the Monks purely because of the strength they bear and because their beliefs do not seem right to them. Anyone can do harm with the powers they bear, but it depends on the intentions of the people who wield it that determines if its used for good or evil. Such is what Master Meta El Solaray taught me when I studied the Flowing Sun Martial Arts under him...” The woman then leaned back, frowning sharply. “I pray and I hope a few of the other Llyrian council members will agree that what Father Cassian wrote was out of proportion. He judges a group of many for the actions of one, even though Magnus explained himself with a burning honesty. Yet given we did not discuss on this matter after the trial – and Father Cassian even went as far as to make a verdict without consulting myself or any other council members who stood as part of the judges.... the man has lost my respect. He may bear a higher rank but that does not mean he should act as though he can do anything he wants. A council works together as one, not a small group with no voice below one man who acts he speaks for all... I pray this situation is quelled peacefully before it escalates.”

Elvira shook her head, her respect for the Father gone. “Where ignorance is our master, there is no possibility of real peace. To be ignorant of others’ actions and as to why they did such, to only believing what you believe will only cause more issues for all than actual good...”

Elvira casually sips her mocha. "I think someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning”

Elvira nods sagely. “Sage Gang”

Elvira Naromis sat in the Astaerel Clock tower, hand covering her face. It took every part of her to not break down in grief at the Voidal Tear, she forced herself back to the tower and it was there that she let it all out. She did not know how long she grieved but she never left any behind. Now all that was left was sadness and pain. Steven, Crumena, and Arik – they both leapt into the void and she didn’t know if this would be the last time she would see them. It pained her to think of it, knowing that she may not see her husband, her brother-in-law, and one of the finest member of the Ascended ever gain. Yet she kept a spark of hope, praying for their return. All of them were skilled in matters like these and she held onto hope that they would return. It was Blundermore’s sacrifice that struck the Master Sage hard. While she did not know Blundermore better than the other older Ascended, she respected the man and saw him as a great comrade in the order. She had hoped to learn from him about the past of the order, of the Master Sages that came before her and Heial, so that such history was never forgotten and written down in the tome she was writing. The moment Blundermore spoke up, she immediately knew what he was going to do. A life for a life – that was how it was in Alchemy: To receive something, of value, you had to give something of equal value. And nothing was more equal to a mortal life than that of another life. She immediately wanted to stop him – the order had lost many members as it is and she didn’t want to see that number increase. Yet she didn’t, she knew that it was the duty of an Ascended to protect a mortal soul at all cost, whatever it took, even if it costs their own life. It pained her but she knew this was what Blundermore wanted. Thus all she could do what give reassuring words and bid him farewell, that they would meet within Aeriel’s Halls. She gave him one last smile before he leapt, an old man who had seen so much but willing to sacrifice himself. The Master Sage leaned back in her chair and lowered her face, looking to the wizard’s hat that was perched safely on the desk in front of her. As well as the large tome the woman had always carried with her. She leaned forward and opened the book, which held a list of all Master Sages, from Riizu to her own name. Blundermore had stood as a sage since the days of Aegis and he had stood as the most devoted, having gone through so much and did so much for Ascended and Descendants alike. She didn’t know if it was proper to do this, but she felt as though the man deserved to bear the title in honour for his service and sacrifice. The old man proved time and time again that he was worth such a title. It was the least she could do and one way to ensure his name and memory lived on. While she would ensure his death was not in vain and that the voidal terrors’ schemes were brought to a close. ”Rest easy, old friend, we’ll finish what we started and ensure that the void and many others will not harm the Descendants,” Elvira murmured softly, writing a name below her own. She then closed the book and stood, departing from the clock tower. ‘Blundermore Patrick WindRaker, The Wizard of Aegis – Master Sage of the Ascended Order’