Calioos

"Oem'ii..." The singular word spoken out in the darkness as a shadow cast itself over the aging elf. Silence followed, as it does with all things, a beckoning herald of the anguish to come. He had wandered for so long, chasing ghosts, chasing dreams, chasing a memory that was just as fleeting as the light of the next dusk. It had led him astray, far beyond what he could have ever wished for. "I'm sorry I couldn't be closer." Reaching out for a nearby oak, the ancient, one-eyed elf fell into the young tree. A hand clutched to the worn leather of his traveling coat as he felt the lack of beating in his chest. The ache that still remained was the reminder of what he was. Long had he been lost in the boughs of the wilds, not so dissimilar to the trees that swayed with the wind, and the birds that sang in them. They did not sing for him, nor did they for his daughter, they sang for their own, for love and for joy. Things he felt slipping from his grasp once again. He couldn't remember the last conversation they'd had, in the turbulent state of his mind. Too much had transpired; too much was now lost in place of the muddled tracks he indefinitely left through the old wood. Memories came in waves of the times they had together. A tear fell from his ambery eye as he recalled the first time she'd ever called him maln. Now spun around to slowly slide to a seated position at the foot of the oak, resting amongst its roots. How hopeful she was then, and how proud was he, to have someone he should be so proud of. Her smile, her laugh, the care she spared for others when things were at their worst. He couldn't have asked for a better daughter. When he took her on as his student, a dedicant in the arts of druidism. She was always a quick learner, clever as a fox, and creative as the most wonderful minds. He always saw hope when he looked to her, something that was sorely needed in a time of turmoil in the order. Never had he wanted it all to fall on her shoulders, and yet, he couldn't have asked for a better student. And now, he was left wondering how he could have been a better father, a better teacher and mentor. Long had he traveled now, so that his feet felt like they were one with the grass. "Why her?" He finally asked as he looked to the forest beyond, his eye slowly glazing over with a bright, violet light. Why did she have to be the one to perish? He knew not the how, or the why, but when one has walked the realm for nigh a millenia... One has to ask, why hasn't the forest taken him yet? Why must the world have such cruelty? She was- is- his daughter, and once, she was all that he had left to cling to a stable mind. There was so much left to say to her, to hold her in his arms again when it all got to be too much, and to have just one last picnic. It was all too late now, the woods could only lie silent as the old elf mourned. Nature was neither kind, nor cruel. It knew not the struggles of good and evil, or the fragility of the soul. Nature simply was. And that was his greatest failing as a Druid, the fact that he could not merely be. For decades now, he had tried to, oh how he had tried. Like a wail in the void, he felt the cold chill run through his hollow body from the death. It had been far too long since he had wandered and forgotten himself. He was a druid, he was a father, he was an elf, and he had a mission to find out why. After a time, he pushed himself back to his feet and lifted his gloved hand to wipe the tears from his eye. It would be a long time to wander out of the forest, unknowing if he was even in his own mind or in reality. He would find a way, somehow. "We will see each other again, I don't know when, but we will. I promise." The old elf promised to the trees and the sky, the grass and the roots, and just about anything else that would listen. And then, the River Druid began his walk home.

What is your name?: Vhendin Ithelanen ((What is your Minecraft username?)): MadnessReigns ((Discord)): Calioos#5626 Additional Comments: I really was expecting more Ithelanen here, we love this stuff.

Full Name: Caelan Faust City of Residency: Carolustadt Year of Birth: 1662 Address: Carolus Lane 8

MC Name: ShadowedOblivion Discord: Calioos#5626 IRP Name: Caderyn Hawkfang af Orvar Age: 40ish Race: Highlander Social Rank: Yfim af orvar

Full Name: Caelan Faust Year of Birth: 1687 City of Primary Residency: Carolustadt ((MC Name: ShadowedOblivion))

The final Druid to leave the site, the River druid. Having spent hours mourning in heartache and a mute agony. The old Druid being the one to collect the clovers from the incident and clutch them to his chest. "Toren.. You were like a son of my own. This is a dark day on us all... I truly hope that you have managed to find a sort of peace that you so desperately sought after. Aspects protect you and lead you to somewhere brighter.. Happier than here, oh nephew of mine. Rest easy, Brother Bull." With a heavy heart he would depart the area, making his way off into the wilds to find his own sense of coping for sorrow that a father feels for his lost son, of in River's case, an uncle for the boy he raised from an infant. "I am sorry." Is the only thing cast out into the wind before he would continue to walk off into the stormy night.

I'm down.

In Rorek's mind he knows.. She's way out of his league anyways.

Sign me up Cap

Calius would step forward first, clearing his throat, and having his hands idly behind his back. "Brothers and sisters of Malin, I have to say. I am rather humbled with this honour. When I began my journey with this city in Athera I was but a simple Sirame, and now here I am, Prince of Housing in Linandria and now an Oracle of the Naelurir." He'd pause for a moment, taking a glance back at the totem pole behind him. I never really was quite one for speaking, so I suppose I'll offer some advice instead." With a soft smile he'd look back out to the crowd. "With our long lives, we forget sometimes we must stop to admire the small things, though not to over observe them. Life is meant to be enjoyed, and when you live as long as we do, you see almost all of it. I can honestly say I have... Anyways! Live your lives like a river, things will come and go, yet you must adapt to each and every one of them. Take it from me, the one eyed madman who somehow became Prince." He'd muse the final sentence, shifting his arms a bit to cross them over his chest. "It has always been an honour to serve this city and it's people, even watch some of them, or well, most of them. Grow up from being oem'ii. I only hope I may continue to do such for many years to come, and even when I do pass, that you will all still follow in the steps laid forth. Ame nae evareh!" With that final remark, he'd once more step back.

I'm great today, went out to a job fair, thus the late response to this though! They're good lads Thomas. And lassies. Can't forget becca and the rest. Looking for jobs and getting back into War Thunder. Sadly still stuck on tier 3.... No one can deny our love, take me you fool! I am having a rather pleasant day, thank you! G-Gus? I.. I swear this isn't what it looks like! Th-Thomas here was just... Uhh... Thomas! Run my love! He's onto us! I love you more than most, ol' buddy ol' pal... Just don't hit me.... I'm gonna go with the Guardian mob, since they're so much fun to mess with.

Why Jango?

I have PK'd a dwarf of my own, as well as a random human or two, and as for others... Not entirely sure. Nice as magic is, I'd likely only like household magics. The server is enough proof people shouldn't be trusted with magic outside of games. I joined the server sometime back in... November of 2011? I think? Not too sure really, it was under another forums account that I lost after I left in Anthos.

I'll ask for game recommendations, since all the good ones are stolen already.

You're good in my book.

Changed from earlier, and cause he's an underwater badass. And I'm stuck on a tropical island.

As the title says. And I'm too tired to be sarcastic.

I'm down, you already have the skype stuffs though

Calius stands upon the mangled bridge, looking to the now obscure distance that the battle had created. Trees parted or knocked over entirely, ground torn up and stall demolished. With a sigh he'd look up to the towering statue of Cernunnos himself, casting a soft smile across his lips. "Blessed Aspects... I'm not going to be the one cleaning up this mess."

Sure! Once more, just msg me via the forums and I'll work something out I suppose. Though I must warn ya only three may have LC at any given time for the project.

Thy will be done.

I mean... It isn't charged.. More like charity work. As for bandits making tolls and such, thats none of my concern.

No clue, I've only been a GM a month so... Good to know I'm doing something right!

Thats possible, yeah. Just need to be told where they are.

The Grand Road Project Hello everyone! I will try to keep this short as possible, but this is the evolution of the older MAPA (Make Axios Pretty Again) that some of you may remember. The GRP rather is made for that, and more! Now we are beginning to actually put together a proper road laying group that will manage, and build new roads upon requests and such. What this will do The project itself have two main parts: To facilitate the various roads across Axios To make those roads look better The basis of the project really is just to help fix up some of the roading throughout Axios, as well as the terrain around it to make it either look less bland, or so it looks more like a road than it does someone cut this out and dropped it here sort of thing. Members ShadowedOblivion GusanoArentonio BrandNewKitten Any Admin/GM/ET that want to help tbh (Just msg me via forums) TBA