Wrynn

My Submission: How the Tides have Turned https://docs.google.com/document/d/1o54XyQbTQzwUPVlHjspwm4yLBDTyGf7dy85KULAn4lU/edit?usp=sharing 6th of June, 1944 It wasn’t that long ago that I came to this place. We always came here as a get away from the busy life that we led back in the city, with father constantly working and mother starting her business; it was good to take a break. I remember rushing towards the water in my bare feet, the feeling of the gritty sand hitting me with each step. I remember the sound that the ocean made, lapping up against the shore in calm, soothing surges. In fact I even remember the smile that Hans had as he splashed in the small pools collected by the rocks, looking for small crabs and mussels. I remember it all so well; but it seems it’s starting to fade. Today I still felt the sand, but this time it certainly wasn’t pleasant. It blew up from the beach and into my eyes and the air seemed to be laiden with it. I could still hear the water sloshing, but this time not against the shore, instead it splashed as thousands of heavy boots marched through it and thighs waded through the water. But the rocks, how they changed, no longer brown but red instead and the creatures that lay in the pools were no longer starfish or urchins. But perhaps the most noticeable difference was the smell. I used to be able to smell the sea water and the fresh air… but today the singular thing I could smell was fear. I smelt it running off of me, it dripped from my quivering hands as I took aim and it dribbled down my shaking legs, rattling so much it was hard to walk. I couldn’t only smell it off myself however, I could smell it coming from them too. As they hopped from their metal war machines down into the water, the scent moved fast and it hit me quick, it wasn’t hard to see it on their faces either. I remember one of them looked over to me just after he left the large vehicle and he stood frozen. At the time I couldn’t tell whether it was fear or whether he’d already been taken down, but I suppose it didn’t matter. By the look on his face I could tell that he was already dead inside. The rest of them marched on through the water and the sound changed, I can still hear that change ringing in my ears; it won’t go away. I looked down at the sand and no longer could I see the shells I once saw, but this time metal shells, firing out of the guns and hitting the ground with a crisp bite as the heat of the jacket boiled the water in the sand. The guns seemed to endlessly fire and the shouts of our commanders didn’t stop either. They called for bombs to be shot into the waters, with a ‘boom’ following and then the screams of hundreds of men. It dragged on for so long, the torrent of shots and spill of blood seemed endless… It only stopped when I walked away. I know they’ll have one last bullet for me, running from a battle isn’t taken lightly, but on this Defining Day for the war, the only thing that defined me are the nightmares that I think I will always have. Thanks for reading if you read it all, it’s pretty short but I thought I’d give a go at a shorter story ?

good editing ?

A rather hazy looking Dark Elf saunters through various cities, the flyer seeming to catch his eye. He’d soon walk over to it and pull it from the rusted nail that had held it to the wall. “Hm.” He’d hum into himself as his red eyes drifted down the paper. ”Perhaps I should give this a try.” He’d think, then folding the paper in half and pushing it into the satchel that clung low beside his waist. Soon he pondered off once again, however this time to his desk with some ink and paper. What is your name?: Tedyn’Yar ((What is your Minecraft username?)): Wrynn What is the title of your book?: Stargush’Stroh What would you say is the genre of your book?: Spirits, Non-Fiction Where can you be contacted?: Krugmar

I think the introduction could do with some background music and your voice could be a little louder – but overall a really good video ? Hopefully we see some more soon!

I could maybe see this being an event only creature, but not a CA creature; they have too many overpowered abilities such as flying. If you reel back on their abilities a bit, give them more downsides, add some redlines and flesh out the lore a lot more I could see it being more feasible.

Tedyn hears word of Vira’Ker forming a new military and simply tuts, for he knows that no amount of military prowess can save them from the path they currently choose to walk along; a path without the Spirits.

[!] You notice a scroll pinned to the wall of a dim-lit tavern. ____________________________________________________________________________ In recent and trying times it appears that our brothers and sisters in Vira’Ker have betrayed what it means to be a Mali’Ker. They idle within their city under the notion that turning their back upon the Spirits and the notion that forsaking their Ancestors goes unnoticed, they worship an unbound chaos known as ‘The Void’ in a weak attempt to bring back the power that was given to them by the Spirits and they spit on the foundation of our race. It is in this true dire time of need that we do not let this act of great sin pass and we, the Isilioleth, regroup and recollect from the past misfortunes that have run rampant among our clan. I too noticed the divergence of our brothers and sisters long ago, and sought out Krugmar as a place of refuge. It is here that I have found solace and peace; among like minded individuals, more similar to a ‘Dark Elf’ than those who rest in Vira’Ker. If you share my sentiment I ask that you reach out to me, Tedyn Isilioleth of Clan Yar, in Krugmar, where we may find ourselves once again together. ____________________________________________________________________________ OOC: This is a fairly old dark elven clan and I seem to be the only active member of it left. I’m looking to make the clan active again and need some new players to join. If you’re looking to make a new character and would be interested in spiritual roleplay I’d suggest giving this a look! Here’s the link to their clan post, if you’d like to join give it a reply and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!

 ‘And lo, in the youthful dark of the world when Shadow roamed unchecked, And Starlight flickered in the chill dark without a home to return to, When Soul and Sense whereas yet roiling in the unformed deep of the ocean, When the waters flowed in innocence, and the earth did not yet war against the waves, There came the Beginning, where all things found their place.' Isilioleth culture’s founding belief is that the Soul has many senses that are unused or untempered by our lives. The most obvious Five manifest regularly and present the world in a stunted, unformed manner that misses much of the deeper nature of life. Prolific use of alchemy in the development of hallucinogenic concoctions and a great appreciation for the symbology of colour are core parts of any clan members life. Tattoos, paintings, patterns, textiles and shrines bright with a hundred colours are all components of a clan members appreciation for their traditional artistry. Homes are gaudy places filled with warmth and the thick scent of spices, gathering places glow with fire and stink of good food, good drink and good people. Life is a stage to paint one's character upon. It is most enjoyed when one gives oneself unto it uncompromisingly and takes pleasure in the myriad sensations of the journey. Love is good for its joy, hate for its power, mercy for its nobility. The Isilioleth band together to appreciate the happiness and the sorrow of the journey and do not shy away from all that entails. They give their brothers a home to return to, a shoulder to cry upon and a voice to console their deepest worries. The long life of an elf can be hard, but they hope to revel in its wonder whilst they can. The Recent History of the Isilioleth When the putrid aura of Orgon had swept into every aspect of the world around them, the Isilioleth knew that only destruction and decay would await those that remained on the doomed continent of Vailor. With this is mind, they made haste toward the boat that the clan had prepared for such instances; for an element made most clear in the clan is one of preparedness, whether it be for life or death. As the gathering of Mali’ker scrambled for their escape, the creatures of rot and destruction began to emerge from the fetid swamps around them, striking the slower of the Isilioleth that were lagging at the back of the crowd. Alas, with little time to spare the clan had no choice but to press on against the swathe of disease and entrapment that sought to ensnare them in their rotting fingers. As the enormous portal at the Docks opened up on the horizon, the Isilioleth knew that they would have to leave as soon as they could; and such little time they had, that they were forced to prematurely depart from the docks, leaving behind a number of Mali’ker that fought to the bitter end against Orgon’s army. Indeed, it appeared as though only the youngest and most agile of the family had made it onboard, as well as a few lingering creatures that had found their way through patches of decayed wood. As the clan fought against the remainder of these beasts, they made their way through the Spirit Realm that presented itself, absorbing the experience with adrenaline fuelled awareness. Yet in their attempt to understand the strange world they found around them, they failed to notice the point at which they emerged in Axios, crashing into a nearby coast and scattering the survivors who woke at different times of the day; if indeed they woke at all. It appeared the Isilioleth were not as prepared for the unknown as they had thought, a notion that would plague them in their desperate search to find one another.  Philosophy and Religion The Life of an Isilioleth _______________________________________________ Clan Roster Tedyn Isilioleth of Clan Yar [Wrynn] Gillionel Isilioleth [Infortunii] Arveia Isilioleth [Ptyranna] Serevik Isilioleth [BebbZ] _______________________________________________ Application IGN: Discord: We will arrange a time to RP, where things will be taken from there. Credits to @Infortunii for writing the lore.

I have no clue what GDRP is ^^, but I’ve been good! ? Enjoying uni life ?, how about you?

What happened to your old forum account?:o

I think most voidal magics, and perhaps druidism are so common now, almost to the point that they’re not really special anymore. Not really much feedback to give on that statement though... I’m not sure how you’d fix that problem.

Tedyn makes a note to himself that he’ll probably never visit Haense ever again due to this ban.

Overall, I think it could be good to make the application process a bit more in-depth however as for the new ‘scenario section’. What are the types of criteria for applicants that are going to be filling out this new application format. If you’re expecting really detailed posts I wouldn’t necessarily say you’d get it – a lot of our members are new to roleplay and expecting them to flesh out full RP posts before even joining the server might be unrealistic I feel like this is kinda like the “Please tell us why you think the community community guidelines are important” in the ban appeals section, pretty pointless. I mean, I’m not necessarily saying it’s bad to have it in there, I just don’t think it’ll get people to read over the rules anymore than they would if it wasn’t in there. btw Tarren, please for the love of god remove the “Please tell us why you think the community guidelines are important” in the ban appeal format. Half of the people that get banned aren’t in violation of the community guidelines and to get them to suck up to them is stupid when their ban has nothing to do with it. It just makes the whole ‘Community guideline thing’ look more like a way to target ban players. But to sum it up, I think the changes are good – just have to see how it works out in practice I suppose.

The Connection Not a sound but the crackling of the familiar fire was present within the Mali’Ker’s blarg; the city also seemingly rather silent. He sauntered over towards the chair in his living room and began to stuff his favourite cactus green into the bowl of his pipe, then soon turning it alight from the flames flickering in front of him. Smoke began to fill the air and bellow up towards the cave’s ceiling, rolling like clouds within the bright sky, and Tedyn began to relax; sinking down into the chair. A slight nervousness ticked onto the ‘Ker’s face, even though the green had softened every other muscle within his body, something still seemed to be off... yet he continued anyways. Tedyn soon began his usual him, followed by the tapping of his foot into the carpets below him, his voice nothing but an unrecognisable whisper – simply a mad man’s whisper. Yet as the time passed and as the smoke grew, his eyes reddened and the hum grew louder, higher, forming into a chant. “Has'izg lûplat pukhl'û lat Zaagiir'an Lur'ob.” He called out, his voice beginning to flow along to the rhythm and the beat that had been drummed up by his foot tapping idly on the ground. Although his voice already rather loud it seemed to grow and grow. “Nargzabizg lnûrl'al lat'ghaara agh brus'lab brog agh ghûlum.” Once again he said, the guttural and rasping language running from his tongue like a bloodied nose. “Durbûrz Zaagiir'an Lur'ob, gaakh pukhl'ishi Stargûsh'Stroh!” He continued, his chant now a bright howl within the silence of his home. Not before long however the chant seemed to die... the ‘Ker too; his body falling limp and his eyes growing weak. Had he fallen asleep? No... He was still awake of course, however this time just not within the mortal realm. He had soon ventured to the Stargush’Stroh. The Journey Tedyn’s eyes shot open, although he was no longer by the comforting fire in his home and no longer in the safety of his chair. Suddenly he was pushed aside as he tried to raise to his feet, streams of people rushing past him as he’d find himself within a crowded street, the Elf seeming unusually out of place. Soon he’d begin to drift with the current of hulking and much larger Uruks that swayed from side to side, passing eachother like grains of sand sliding over one another. As the Elf strode forward, in search of the Trickster he felt a clasp at his neck, pulling him upwards and lifting him onto a cart he hadn’t seemed to have noticed! “Hrm!?” A grunt rather quickly escalated from him as he’d wonder where he had been taken. He now found himself sitting on a cart, led by two oxen and driven by a much larger Uruk who was holding the reins. “Lat iz a long way frum Groth’Ztroh, Bhraf” He’d comment to Tedyn, shortly after pulling him up to sit beside himself. Tedyn began to converse the with Uruk, yet was seemingly still confused as to where he was heading. “Nub.. mi’z peepin for duh Trikkztur uv Lur.” He replied, and was greeted with a hearty grin in response. Perhaps Tedyn didn’t notice it at first, but he was being treated like a child not knowing the way, yet still eager to go ahead. “Ged lozzt!” The might Uruk called out as he snapped on the reins to which he held, suddenly the Oxen raising their leisurely pace to a sprint! Without anything to hold onto the Elf tumbled from the cart back down onto the streets, the cobbles bashing into his fragile body; most likely leaving a few bruises. To passerbys only confusion could be seen on the Elf’s face, still struggling to figure out where he had ended up and where he was going... Yet he decided to take the Uruk’s advice, to ‘get lost’. With no real direction and no real sense of where he was meant to be, Tedyn began to pick streets at random to walk down, each new street offering a myriad of smells and sights, all rushing to him to deliver an overwhelming sum of the senses. The characters that lined each of the streets became even more unusual too; gradually becoming shiftier and more unwelcoming. After a series of confusing turns and twists Tedyn finally came to a more bare street, less people, less to see and less noise. Yet it seemed off... a few figures bumped into him as he made his way further down the street, likely looking for something to steal from him. Yet he trodded on, with a voice soon calling out to him from above; a fe-uruk stretching out of her window – “Wub iz lat peepin for?” she called down to him. “Duh Trikkztur uv Lur... haz lat peep’d ‘im?” Tedyn replied to her, yet he was only given back a simply point of her hand further down into the street, and so he followed. Yet soon he came to a dead end in the street, nothing but a rather old well and the sound of someone approaching behind him. “Thurztee?” The voice called out to him, the Elf soon turning around to see who it was. Upon turning he noticed that the voice that seemed to have been far away was now up close, an old Gobo standing right infront of him; probably the first person he had seen here that he was actually taller than. The Gobo and the Elf began to talk, Tedyn once again asking if he she had seen The Trickster of Lur. “Duh Trikkztur kan’nub be found, Bhraf. How duz lat expect tu find zum’azh dat iz gruked fur nub bein found?” She simply replied, giving the ‘Ker some food for thought... yet he still seemed confused as to what she was getting at. ”Lat kannub zearch for duh Trikkztur... bekuz he kannub be found. If lat zurchez for ‘im, lat will’nub find ‘im.” She’d muse, giving the young shaman some insight into what he was looking for. “Tu find azh whu iz gruked for nub bein’ found... lat zhuldnub zurch for ‘im, agh lat will peep ‘im. Now... ged lozzt.” She added, with her words now making more sense to Tedyn. After much more conversation, he thanked her for her words, trailing himself back into the city, yet this time he wasn’t searching for anything in particular. He simply enjoyed the sights that the city had to offer, and let the tide of people take him wherever it so wished; this time the ‘Ker not sticking out so much... and simply looking like a part of the crowd. Yet abruptly as he followed with the tide, an Uruk shoved into him, soon apologising and with the blink of his eyes he realised he was now back within the comfort of his home. The Blessing Tedyn once again woke within his blarg, now standing in-front of the fire that he had fallen asleep to. Almost instinctively however he took a step closer to it and as he did it seemed he had slipped into another’s skin. He trailed his eyes downwards to take a look at his arms, the once ashen colour of his skin now turned to a vibrant green; than of an orc’s skin. Only when he realised that the trickster could truly not be searched for, was he ready for the blessing. The Elf soon slumping back into his chair and resting his weary muscles from his trip to the Stargush’Stroh. Thanks for reading ?

woo!

this is my joke >:c

“Soot Elf?” Tedyn calls out in laughter before throwing the notice onto the fire. “I cannot wait for the day till their pompous nature leads them straight into the fire too.”

Tedyn yeets a big smh and reminds Zayem that the Goi has its own library.

I think the duty is probably normally given to SeventhCircle, and yes he is on hiatus currently, however I think he is to return within a few days.

The words of the old Orc’s end met Tedyn’s ears, yet his reaction seemed to be naught; all but a twitch of the ears. The Ker’s eyes just as red as they always were, his face just as plain as it always was and his skin just as dark. He nodded to the news before setting his feet on the path towards the privacy of his own home, where he locked himself away and sank into his chair; right beside the fire. Oh, how long the ‘Ker gazed into the fire, it’s reflection mimicked only in the trails of tears that ran down and across his thin cheeks. Yet soon he raised his arm to wipe away the squalls. The Orc was not dead of course, not truly dead anyways. “Zhagaraf, bugd’izg lat. Gaakh ghashnum gugsh’izg-ri agh lat.” He called out with a raised voice and a clear mind; his words strong and stout.... yet it seemed they fell on deaf ears. “Zhagaraf, bugd’izg lat. Gaakh ghashnum gugsh’izg-ri agh lat.” The ‘Ker called again, again and again... out into the silence, just as he had heard back. As Tedyn’s hopes seemed to be crushed and his spirit seemed to wane, he called out further. “Zhagaraf, has’izg lat. Gaakh ghashnum gugsh’izg-ri agh lat.” Yet this time he did not call, he begged. His tongue, becoming deformed and incomprehensible as the dark elf blubbered. “Zhagaraf... haz’izg lat.” He’d cry... yet to no answer. Perhaps the Orc was truly dead.

Yo, I’ll pay for a bust you for since Spr0nk paid for me – passing on the deed. Contact doom about your request and I’ll pay him ? Edit: Paid him now ?