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Solace, formerly known as Gredge in the life of his voidal-mage era, wandered the streets of Lurin as he finished preparing his new house to be a business. In the times of what he called his new life he rarely had flashbacks of what once was, but when they came, it was impossible to escape. He was never sure when or where they'd attack him, but his past always haunted him and 'pon seeing a poster, or hearing the name spoken, Sarrion wracked his mind. In the days of Axios when the Enchantry still flew high above and its access, limited only by a small portal-door, was novel, Solace was but a young aspiring mage. With only the dead art of telekinesis under his belt, Sarrion opened the doors to the novice and gave him one of many stepping stones to cementing his reality as it currently was. Even in the times now when Solace despised the void, he knew deep down that the material realm had once more lost one of the most genuine voidal-magi known to exist. "While in this life I may have made you my enemy, the past that still follows makes me feel as though I am sorry to see you go. I will see you in the afterlife- and perhaps we can once again chat about what it means to be a mage." After the brief and mind-numbing experience, Solace moved along, the memories fading from him once more. Dael'ran, Former Ascended and less-than-current Voidal mage, stood on the outreaches of a distant land. Perhaps months, or years, in the future from when Sarrion actually passed, he'd get word of the Descendants land in a small note. Somewhere amongst the news he'd hear of his passing, anguish flooding the ancient mans face. "One day- when the void eats us all- it won't have mattered, but I am sorry to say I never gave a farewell to you. A guide to us all, truly one of the few people I'd consider to have truly taken on the namesake of Sorcerer, Mage, and Scholar. Aos and Eos will not be the same without your guiding hand."

I love you like my estranged son-brother and I am very genuinely glad to hear you doing well all around, I entirely agree with your view and am on the same page. LOTC, love it or hate it, helped me grow in ways I never realized until I got older, ranging from being incredibly literate to social skills. I am really happy to see another person articulate the good that can come from this community, in a time when there is a lot of bad. It is all a matter of perspective and genuinely, wholeheartedly, good job dude. Hope to keep in contact with you for years to come!

thanks goats :3

Glad to see love n positivity being spread :) I've got/had several friends who are/were trans and its great to see this advertised. Happy we can always strive to be more inclusive, even when others comment weird or hateful stuff. Know I am late, but either way, happy (belated) TVD!!!

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My feedback would only be to make the large bag able to store every single alchemical herb that you can gather, the medium like 50% of the total unique ones, and the small like 25%, that way you dont need to buy like one small and a large or something like that. also remove chat timers thanks.

she modding on my pack till i fart

you're taking the lotsofmuffins path rn fr

Jiangu'lak, avid supported of THE KAKTUZ WEEKLI, applauds the articles written before him. In his idle time he shares them with his best friend @Barbog. "Peep diz zkah" He'd say to the goblin with a thumbs up.

Humans. WIthout a second thought in my mind humans. The reasons being that they play the same character for 5 generations of the same family with the same name and do the same stuff and die in war. Not only that but over multiple years of being staff, human playerbases consistently spit out some of the most vile and awful stuff as a byproduct of them just simply playing minecraft. Ranging from doxxing during a pixelman clicky war to toxicity to ERP to an array of TOS bans. Not to say that elves or orcs are per say any better, but because there are so many human roleplayers, they tend to just produce the largest amount of vile shit possible.

$AH is crashing on market open tmrw.

In some depths of the realm a statue-like monk sat 'pon the waters top, a hum coming from his lung as the energies around him vibrated to his will. With his eyes closed he sat for a great length of time only for a small bird to come fluttering down and landing upon the edge of his conical hat. From his meditation he reached a hand out and grabbed the letter, staring it down. As the bird fluttered off the calming waves by which he sat began to slosh and church as swirls of grey aura fizzled at the edges of the pond. In a fit of pure wrath the monk now stood and allowed his breath to change tone into an aggressive song. With each step the water stopped underfoot and as he reached land he marched off in a fit of almost controlled, chaotic, rage. "Matum kul lat bûbs, nurugl-al" "Death to you pigs, kinslayers"

thanks coworker

November Moderation Recruitment Hello! Moderation is now opening up the floodgates for anyone interested in applying. We are going to be taking a look at all applications and providing an interview to most, if not all, of those that put their foot forward. That being said, we are looking for players who are level headed, driven, and looking to give back to the community in one way or another. Specifically anyone interested in the forums, in game moderation, or otherwise. If you think you have what it takes or have knack for something mentioned above, please apply here! Thanks and hope to interview you soon!

goodbye my sweet love <3 😭

@seannie @tillyI require confirmation tonight (11/9/22) by midnight or we shall proceed with the date posed.

This is the post for discussion related to the upcoming war between Aaun and Petra, please keep this discussion civil as it'll be heavily moderated. As of now, the current date proposed is on 11/13/22. Let me know if this works and how we can best facilitate this war. @seannie @tilly Proposed details of war from warpost.

muh mountan

The setting was dim, a small cramped room with only a single lantern swinging overtop, manipulated by the air flowing in from a tiny window. On the bed an old 'ame rolled and churned in his nightmares and in a jolt he woke, his dead grey eyes staring into worlds beyond. In a revelation his mind was spinning and a sense of vertigo washed over him. "She is blind... It happened almost too quickly. Perhaps it is time to guide her to truth" The old man reached out into the space nearby only to draw forth an entirely obsidian Oculi, fashioned of material foreign to this world. "May The Beyond be kind to this one, for she is ridden with curses enough." He'd revel in a short prayer before heaving himself out of bed and into the city streets.