Guy d'Yood of Mann

+1

Didn't really get to meet the lad/lass, but I did hear his/her scribbles are top notch, and the application does prove quite a few nice ideas in that case. Sounds dedicated, too. I'd add at plus to that one up, too, just for who I think is Bigby in the picture.

Banned for owning a fleshy monster and not marching it into Haelun'or.

luv u

Hey there. And, of course, welcome back to the addiction. ^-^

Banned for losing his marbles.

"Really now?" Halfling's face would be pulled into an ugly sneer "Eh. I guess I'll meet you up and see if I can help with any of the above. Sounds like quite some fun to be had, na?"

5-/10 The gloom is killin' my rainbow.

"On the curses of Iblees"

A thesis of mortal men and women,

and of their daily, arduous trials

Written by acolyte Constans of Nerezza,

11th of the Amber Cold, 1516

Eons ago...

As the ancient writtings state, we, the many peoples of Oren, are Descendants to Horen, the First Man, and his bride, just alike the dwarves are children of Urguan, elves scions of Malin, and greenskinned uruk, the offspring of Krug. Our stories speak of great wonders, miracles of firstborn blessed to bathe in Creator's light, walking in peace and joy that we never had a chance to as much as taste.

But those tales, scriptures of eldritch days entail also, how we lost what they had. Weakness, weakness and weakness above all else overtook our ancestors as we sought to better ourselves instead of each other, as we sought council of an equal instead of our superior. Struck by their innocence, our forefathers became the prey fallen Daemon desired more then anything, and soon, would they grow corrupt, tainted, malversed. Turned from their only and true Maker's light. But our Lord is not one of our lords. Loving us most of His material children, He would send His hosts to combat the vile beast and cast it down to Nether, and through them, did He pass upon us the blessings we hold. So, we, the Descendants, came to be eternally cast between His illumination and the darkness looming deep within the bowels of all-matter, for, alas, what is left in this sea of chaos and sickness for us, but his love? When the glory of past vanishes, when walls crumble to dust, when our bones turn to the soil, what is there, that remains to us small mortals to hold onto?

Ever since then, we struggled. Some, like the slayers of good king Vydra, sought the easy way. They'd breed themselves like cattle, herd their sinnery, culling down anything they deemed unworthy their biased ideal, only to fall like such cattle when the righteouss brought justice to their necks. It is not in breeding, and it is not in killing that we can find ourselves anew - for how could one fight darkness with shadows? Pouring olive onto fire will only make it worse. We would not have it the easy way. We would not be a spoiled child that is only rewarded for it's mischief.

The road we thread is thorny, filled with pebbles sharp as glass and beasts looming just over the horizon. But we walk it with faith, we walk it with the love we hold for each other and for our truthmost Father, because we know that if the journey was easy, it's destination would be worthless. We all are given different challenges to overcome. Our greed for the neighbour's wealth, our childish envy for the privileges of the sovereigns, our simple, feeble will that casts us further away from God on the path we walk. I have travelled far and wide in our old homeland, and I have underwent similar journeys in the isles, and in both did I find one simple truth - that it is will, and will above all else to struggle that is our redemption. The will to protect our beloved ones when others flee, the will to starve ourselves just for the sake of keeping what little bread remains for our children, the will to work relentlessly to build magnificent new homes, workshops and temples alike.

It is this persistence, that will let us persevere. It is this stubborn nature of mortals, to do good, when so many strive to serve only themselves and the fallen Daemon's vile corruption, that can guide us to the one and only cure we can find in our Lord.

For... what are His blessings, if not encouragement to do so?

We are given strength so as to protect the weak.

We are given wisdom to guide the dull.

We are given clarity of mind to discover ever more wonders.

For is it easier to strike down those fragile, to outsmart the feebly-minded, to greed over what we have rather then seek out what we can hold onto. And it is not the easy way that will bring us all into Seven Skies. May you, who read it, stay safe and vigilant in our Creator's wisdom.

Vince malum bono.

((thx FM/FMette, I owe you a lovely pint))

A certain midget celebrates the return of Kalenz Fumble with a fair bit o' vodka and virgin males.

"Kaos an' confyushion" 7/10

A certain midget shudders thinking about the massacre, when the news start spanning the tongues and ears of numerous patrons in the Cats. With no better idea on what to do about it, halfling decides to seek out his liege and their leader.

"Haar'chak... 'Singular, loyal political entity', my right an' left cheek."

Howdy, guy-who-was-around! Sheer pleasure ta meetcha.

I'll hope to see you soon in-game, lad. ^-^

Such news weren't anything good, and Constans was sure of it, but if there was anything other he could be entirely certain of in these weird times, it was also that Oscar was right. Overhearing Edmond's loud remark, his Bracchus blood would boil, and once more, did Hydra take it's bite instead of the calm and collected Augurist:

"Naught he does? Naught you say? Why, would you..." He winces in his place, as if the litany of adjectives was a little bit too much to bear for a young man  "Your sickness spreads and multiplies, and I'd rather see it cured sooner then later, you... meagre... excuse for God's servant."

Hopeful to find Sixtus there - or at least anyone he could swear the vows to - Constans heads out North, knowing that he may yet come to regret that decision with how the scrolls can be debated at that 'reading'. Maybe that staff of his will get a different use there.

+1 In spite of few mistakes the lot already pointed out, pretty decent a lil' guide.

Gonna be helpful explainin' things to fresh orcs next time they get a baby boom. ^-^

Personally I would love elves in space.

Cough.

Also, gotta agreed with Ventu. LotC likes to abuse things. A lot.

While leaving the passage of time without significant changes to the Descendants, though, is by all means understandable, and the constant necessity of escaping continents and worlds at time kind of puts any progress down before it can rear it's head visibly, small baby steps should still take place. And they usually do. Dwarven steamworks, magical mechanisms... Unless it's all jus' BS, but, don't quote me on any of that, seeing that I shouldn't be openin' my mouth a lot 'round 'ere.

For the time being, I'll cross fingers and toes and wait for the long expected renessaince.

A certain midget smiles about the news.

Eh. Devil shag that hacker. And, well, welcome matey.

Name: Berilac Goldworthy, familia de Den

MC Name: Fetching_Ghost

Skype: Nymus (Fetchiest of Ghosts)

Are You a Citizen of Laureh’lin?: Nay.

Are You a Member of any other Laureh’lin organizations? If so, which?: As above, so below.

Chosen Skill(s): Chef/Breeder

Experience in Skill(s):Respectively veteran/adept.

Do you understand each of the Organizational rules, and know that some of them carry punishments in Laureh’lin as a nation as well as the Organization?: Aye.

Berilac mutters a quiet cuss about that demand, noting, with irony that probably burned through the withered grass of cold, Felsen plains, that such rules won't do much, considering they'd disqualify two third of his majeste's forces. With that thought, he sets off to inform ka'rta of necessity to file up a proper codex surrounding the formation of bucellari. 

A note hangs next to the announcement, nailed in place with a small, rusted misericord.

"Stack of coal blocks? Understood.

Contact around this saints' week in Felsen. Seek out the colony standards.

Orin Darasuum"

'ello dorfy champ. I hope you enjoy the weather o' Urguan and have a blast on the server. ^-^