Kvasir

how many mina to cyber xd

Wow, they made kinslayer a GM? SAD!

Yeah, of course. +1

    Jharak set off after about an hour of preparing for his journey out into the forests. He had packed only a few things with him for this short journey. He had not said much to anybody before he left, the little boy hoping to savor the silence and once again see what he witnessed the other day, life. Though now, his purpose was different, he searched for something subtle and hidden. After an hour of walking, the boy had reached the farthest edge of the road. Forests already surrounded him, but now he walked off the beaten path into the calling tides of green.

    He made his way deeper into the verdant forest, occasionally marking the path he took with twigs and stones. After an hour or so, he finally reached the most inner part of the wood. The boy began to survey the area he had finally stopped at, huffing in approval. As he did so, he set down his knapsack, taking out some food and a canteen of water he had brought from the city. After nearly an hour, the small boy had finally set up his sloppy psuedo-bivouac for the night, a soft satisfied sigh coming from him.

    The boy set out into the twilight lit wood as the sun began to fall. He moved through the dirt on his hands and knees, letting himself be completely surrounded by nature and earth. As he progressed through the darkening forest he began to pick up and clutch things in his hands, before eventually going back to his camp. The boy then painstakingly took to creating his fire, his eyes constantly upon the stick weathering away at the stone as he began to create sparks. Quickly he let go of his stick and stone, guiding the stone into some dry leaves, moving it over to a stack of low hanging branches he had torn off crudely. The fire then began to rise, the boy muttering, “Earth”, as the flames caught.

    Jharak stared into the fire, as he began to intently scan the licking flames. He brought up his hand, with something clutched tightly in his palm. As he began to downturn his hand, he released his palm letting go of what he was holding. As he did this, dirt, flowers, and a crushed insect fell into the flames. The boy’s gaze trailed to the fire, watching the objects he had dropped in react with the hungry flames. His attention slowly turned to the smoke emanating the fire. Under the boy’s breath, he murmured in a pleased voice. “Air from fire.” The boy began to rise, looking around the small hovel he had set up for himself, a soft smile on his face. His gaze was drawn to the foliage. He began to see, and death was all around him.

Knowing you have a problem is always a good first step. - People have been mean to you in the past, including myself, so don't blame yourself completely. Toxicity breeds toxicity. If you work at it you can try and become a better person for yourself.

    The forest was alive and filled with the sounds of nature, the sun hung halfway in the sky, the world bathing in its light. A boy sat alone there, his legs crossed and his hands upon the ground. His fingers writhed gently through the grass. He upturned his head to the trees, and sat there silently, making an effort not to move, his ears were perked up, he was listening closely for something. His eyes scanned the foliage around him softly, he was looking for something. His breathing had slowed, beginning to take the world in second by second.  The small boy watched a few ants crawl by, oblivious to the observer. His thoughts turned to the effigy he had seen in the city, only a mile or so off. He had walked far to get away from any noise or person, bathing himself in silence as the forest had in sun. The depiction of a woman is what he sought, a rendition. His eyes scanned the skyline before his gaze finally began to settle.

    The abstract idea of an effigy being just that, an effigy, a representation was far beyond his mental grasp, but somewhere deep within the boy understood. For it takes a certain level of detachment and childlike wonder to consider something ethereal, the ideal, something not there but still there in the mind. His gaze had stopped upon a tree before him, and he began to understand.

actual brainlet trash +1

    There is a certain way that I feel balance plays into the lives of all of us. Comfort, ideas, relationships, etc. It plays into all of these, and when you are too tipped to one side you will feel one way, but never whole. That is because what defines you as being whole IS balance, one cannot be whole with all heart and no blood, and one cannot be all blood and no heart. You have to keep it balanced, you have to find that balance, you can change yourself by pretending, you can trick yourself easily but there is always going to be a tugging at you, there will never be true contentment, at least not for me. I don't feel that I have enough blood at times, or enough heart at times, I feel horrible about this all. Paranoid, like something is wrong, or too comfortable it feels unreal, I have to fabricate problems for myself to handle, it  becomes too much. There has been balance, and that balance is not here with me now, not true balance ever. I don't feel that blood flowing, is what I'm trying to say, I don't feel much of anything raw really any more, it's like staring through foggy glass most times, just to gravitate back to that illuminating screen and stream of entertainment. Everything I do is just to entertain myself, there is stuff to be done but it is for the entertainment of myself only, it eats me up. I eats me up all the time, so I don't think about it, I patch it up and tomorrow I'll be laughing and joking saying what what was I thinking. I'm just writing this to get out my thoughts. Just writing to get it out

8 hours ago, Inquisitioners said:

pure +1 concentrate

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Oh hell yeah! +1

Just now, Skale said:

I like the concept, however you'll find people who powergame unbreakable barriers because they don't want to be invaded mentally. I don't know.

Just tell an LT, unbreakable barriers are PG'ing

Best magic.

Yeah, I like Drone, I just hope he doesn't stress himself out! +1

Hynek scratches at his beard, going to search out for Quavinir.

he is good and nice,,,

12 hours ago, Unwillingly said:

You're my friend Zach, but I'm worried that if you do apply again, the same thing is going to happen and you'll end up quitting again ;-;  

1 minute ago, Yen said:

Funny enough I've legit told this guy some days ago how I'd write a troll lore myself with a far more intricate context, so then he does this to **** with me - dare I say such is a display of toxic and, to an extent, childish behavior.  So if anything I'd like, if I may,  to ask for my version to be submitted before this is either accepted or denied, so the best project may be accepted (or both denied).

 

Imo this lore is simply just too much like Ologs, so why not play one instead? If anything it seems like they'd not be able to generate a roleplay style categorized as unique enough or different, especially taking into consideration how recently the Lore Team has been working on shelving many pieces of lore due to their bloat.

I'm not trying to outright propagate my own version of lore related to trolls but spoilers aside I must say I've worked a way to make them differ severely from Ologs and other hulking creatures of that kind, alongside with not being just driven towards combat so people could abuse their strength and etc.

So I believe that waiting for a fair competition would be the more beneficial to the server, especially with TheNanMan2000 posting this rushedly with the intent of provoking and taunting me (got evidence for confirmation). Now it's obvious he'd try to slander my lore as I've told him some of it, but truly it's the final product that matters. Really it'd just be a great shame to have everything I had imagined thrown away without even giving it a chance to be reviewed.

 

The reason I haven't worked so vehemently at it up to now is due to me having my finals at school before a month's vacation on July (Brazilian school calendar). Anyways thanks for the consideration.

no u

Good man +1

Hi, for a self teaching application even on a voidal horror, you have to fill out the self teaching format and explain the magic. 

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A notice is posted around a couple cities, depicting a crudely drawn, kind looking forest dwarf with a staff, waving.

"Hello, all. My name is Hynek. I am a wanderer, looking to learn a trade. I am hoping to learn meself some alchemy, I hope to achieve this by finding myself a teacher. I'm an attentive student and a simple dwed, hoping to learn meself some things about alchemy and to pick up on this art. I can be found by sending a bird or seeking me out. -- I'm vereh detailed oriented and want to learn as much as I am able. 

I can be found by bird or on the roads."

A couple tattered pieces of cloth were posted at the bottoms of the posters, above them was written: "Put these in yer birds mouth to find me." 

Good man recovered my items +1

Though I've only heard good things about this guy, so I'm sure he'll do good if he manages not to crack under pressure of doing so much

Will you be my friend, Jake?

2 minutes ago, L0rdLawyer said:

I am iffy at times, not a lot anymore, but sometimes. And know what, I'm proud to say that. We can't hide who we are, hide what we're scared of being, we can't. You can only embrace it which I have done. But I try to learn from each moment, each mistake, and better myself always. Thanks for the feedback man! Glad to see you're back.

I feel this a lot too, and I get that feeling of feeling yourself iffy, I used to be very 'iffy' too. 

He's a guy that's been around for a long time, I feel as if there are times when he is iffy, but he definitely knows his stuff and how to work the server. +1