Killmatronix

A helmeted creature rubs his gauntlets, taking a breather.

A fellow whistles, shaking his head at the seeming act. "Youth. And I figured unholy pacts with children was beneath the lowest of the low. Where this one's handler crawled from, it must be slightly darker than in the usual dealings." John smirked, noting the girl upon the poster once more. "Power or love, it is certain. Her motives are perhaps one of the two, and while one is tolerable, the other is unruly when dealing with the dead." He'd let out a sigh, scratching his beard. "Descendants have lost more forces to acts of disgrace like this than to actual warfare. It's a real shame. Stupid child."

Trolls were removed for being unnecessary, bigger, dumber versions of ologs. You just took the bigger aspect, removed them turning to stone on sun as a drawback and made them smarter than ologs. -1

Shaking his head, an aged man grooms his beard upon hearing such news on his latest trip to the famed auction house of the Cloud Temple monks. The left arm behind his back, usually used for keeping posture, now tenses up, making a fist. His facial, or any other, features unchanging, he turns from the poster, deciding that it was a good day to walk home this time.

A catastrophe is always how a realm ceases to be, forcing a migration. It's not bad, since it does force a move on which usually probably wouldn't happen server-wide, some cultures probably having a want to stick on the old realm. A catastrophe forces everyone to move out equally, whether it be natural or not. But it's nothing new. I can assure you, evil orcs, dragons and spooks all happened in the past realms.

I think that holy healing in its current state is too powerful to really be kept around. It was grandfathered in, as I heard, and should be taken down a peg or two. People should no longer be walking ambulances, this isn't an RPG server. It's purely RP based and as I see it, Aspirin++++ has really overstayed its welcome. No more instantaneous recovery, please.

Slamming his hand across the open newspaper in front of it, a lone man openly exclaims godly praise in agreement.

A man picks up the lengthy letter, reading through it, and finishing it with only his willpower, brought to its brink. He shrugs, before snuffing the candlelight out.

An armoured man, his face filled with countless scars that he carried, uncovered, shakes this head of his, the note bringing not even a tiny bit of humour to him. "Why do we still see those wretched corpses halt travellers, travelling by roads, by foor or by horse, then, if you claim for them to be so passive?" It would be like he'd be talking to the poster, yet he also spoke to himself, milling over the writing. "Why DO the undead halt travellers, I wonder? If not for coin, for wherever could they use it, is it for pleasure? For feasting? I've heard defenders of the corpses claim they can feed off of critters and roots. Why hunt women and children when your next meal is literally BY the corner?" He'd lean forward, holding his head cupped, the right hand grasping his beard as he mulled the note further. "As for Ascended," he concluded, folding his arms before him and spitting, letting things go unmentioned.

So your proposal adds only plant on plant action? Don't know how anyone else would be able to reproduce via ritual, or at least, no descendant can, as far as I know.

"I've seen a feral before," an aging man would comment, looking at a board. "These terms are more than fair."

My problems with this lore are also that other descendants can make a descendant while nailing a plant, as well as phytophilia. I don't really know the dryad lore, but bryophites are genuine plants. While saying that it doesn't matter whether or not this point is addressed, you in turn have a point, but why address anything? It's a civil discussion in which someone discusses his idea with the community. That said, I'm still bothered by both things I pointed out. I don't see how a plant and a non plant make a non plant and while phytophilia (and maybe dendrophilia) may or may not be addressed, I still figured I'd bring it up.

An armoured man leaves his signature at the list, an odd sight for sure. ((IGN: Killmatronix, RP: John Kowacz))

A young dark elf receives the letter, as do many. He'd smile upon completing it, clasping his hands. "May the second calling signal a new start for us."

A man leaves a brief signing of his name on the page.

Very much like the idea. We needed more old school gothic horror and you've done a magnificent job at it. I have to commend you on the rolling system for clones. I like that disability to them.

You may remove story elements all you want, but I don't want voided large scale events like these. Do not void this event, but, like @Jaeden said, you can go ahead and make a disappearing act. Even Mordring had a story about his disappearance. I don't mind what happens with the next antagonist attempt, but do not void this one.

Very nice and, oddly, inventive. I don't recall anyone travelling to that period of time on a culture yet. +1 I sure do hope these primates don't turn out to be PvP memes- oh wait...

Gonna PM in a few.

"Is it?" The man calls out to the hastly moving Ascended. "Both of you tried to destroy the lands we lived on, the ground we stand on. And you both failed!"

The loud man takes a moment to smile at his comrade. "Firstly Vailor's Iblees cultists. Afterwards Aeriel's Ascended. For they both sought to bring about the end of life as we knew it. They only ever learn about their magic, in their sheltered keep; No combat. Well, if they like their fire so much..." The fellow would raise his fist to his heart, nodding to himself and the other, both. "If Holy Inquisition taught me anything is how to light a pyre brightly enough to last until morning. More than any Ascended could last upon it."

"Nine sapphires, a ruby and an emerald."

Standing up since the start of the auction, the man would carefully gaze towards the other. "Nine sapphires and an emerald," he continued to mercilessly bid.

"Seven sapphires, a ruby and an emerald!"

John ignored the really flamboyant demeanor the ascended put up. Bringing waiters to serve him in front of the podium? The paladin shook his head in a disagreeing manner. "I agree! Let's end it before you run out of money for the servitors you brought with you. Seven sapphires and an emerald," he'd add up, not willing to change up his bidding.