winterblood

cool art haha...

scp?

Just because it is a norm doesn't mean it shouldn't be incapable of change. Not all server community traditions are beneficial for the server's narrative or overall experience, and its rule-changes as these that work toward improving everything. If players don't want to wait 2.5 months before they RP their next character, why are they making and taking such offers in extreme advance? It's not like these players are robbed of a character to play in this time-frame, I would hope they would be encouraged to just stay on their current characters instead of stagnating themselves for so long. Kind of a case of they are only hurting themselves with this. I don't think its really in any enforceable rules to stop people, either, from RPing a 10 year old for 3 months... but im ngl that is just a weird thing for someone to do because they want to RP this character that badly

This is a non-issue My take is this: Characters should be playable when they reach the age of 10 and shouldn't be playable when they are 5 My reason: Characters can still experience early development to their stories at this age, and players can still pursue forum narrative posts to help form their characters before they reach this new playable age if they really want to. Otherwise I just don't think players should continue to play characters as such young ages for multiple reasons; that being few people accurately RP as them anyways (look at child super soldiers or high vocabulary masterminds who can travel across the map and survive with zero supervision) Most interactions with child characters feel incredibly non-serious, or end up just kind of disrupting immersion (and I know I am not the only one to have experienced this) That isn't to say that any other form of light-hearted RP or silly things shouldn't be permitted in role-play, but young child RP is just kind of its own separate niche that I personally feel just doesn't really belong on this server anymore and that no one would be at any devastating loss to have to wait a little bit longer to RP their characters when they are older. With this increase in playable age limit, players can still have a chance in forming their characters on the server with player and event interactions since they can still be very helpful in establishing a story. And for anyone who may argue that this is going to shave off even more precious time from RPing human characters.... not really, they live up to like 120 years old but most human players (for some unknown reason) still like to stop RPing them when they reach the harrowing and decrepit age of 35-40 before they make another human

In the conclusion of the long and wretched night of labor and loss, when fatigue swept over all who had pressed through the small hours of the morning and into the pale dawn. . . there came the gentle disturbances to that thick silence. Beyond the murmurs of prayers in grief, and in hope, there was the coos of the young Sabine who remained swathed in her cradle.

Solene would main Sheik or Charizard

i was very happy with my design of the kovachev coat of arms when i rp'd one also one i did for seanvevo

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🕂 “We’ve each our own place Within the gardens of divinity, And within our hearts it is secretly known; True name of Making, Who yet comes to us with different forms and faces.” 🕂 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ It is often spoken of what the role of a shepherd entails. Most certainly and literally, a shepherd is a guide seeking to lead their flock toward healthy pastures and shield them from predators. In the eyes of many, the shepherd is wise and knowing, and treads upon a lonesome journey to serve those who are prone to aimlessness without such leal direction; those who would be laid bare and vulnerable to corruption and ruin. Yet error is commonly made in this distinction, for many make the false assumption of singularity to roles. A facet of independence and individuality is placed upon the name of Shepherd, who will persist in their mission without fault no matter what. A sense of pride and immense honor is cemented in such a name, and it is done in mistake for how drastically it ascends the bearer of the name above the rest. For the truth exists, that there is little division to be had between shepherd and flock; they remain two sides of the same coin; two horns upon the same goat. Two concepts wholly dependent upon the other. The stark fact shall always stand, that they exist as a cohesive concept; as one. Those who believe themselves capable of removing themselves from these moulds are only deceived by their own desires. No measure of power–fervently acquired through knowledge, birthrights, nor occult ritual–may carve our shapes out of this sacred garden of existence, nor permanently command the tides of fate and the Creator’s will. To understand and embrace this fact will deliver one to harmonic existence. Through our seeking of fate, we must not forget the owed duty of tending to the garden of our living. A duty and mission which will see no end due to the nature of the wheel. Where there is the shepherd and the flock, there is also the gardener and the garden itself. The latter serves better for descriptions of existence and our place within it, for it establishes greater connections between purpose and the importance of duty in tending to our fellows and the world which surrounds us all. Each soul to tread upon this realm of the Material abides by this, knowingly or not. Many hold the belief that our upheld duties are in preparation for the moment in which our immortal souls depart from this realm in the death of the Material vessel. While it is vital to maintain a virtuous spirit in our mission, our fate and purpose isn’t such a solitary matter - nor should it be treated and measured so selfishly. Not all of the Creator’s devotees pass through the Garden so swiftly in shortened lives as us humans, nor are all destined for the Skies upon birth. Warriors who devote themselves to the emboldening flames of Malchaedial in the name of the Light, yet sacrifice their seats within the sacred heavens for their service; Elves who persist in life throughout the centuries still remain dedicated to seeing the Garden of the World free from corruption; there exists more niche variables of differing fates and immortal forms of life, who yet remain dedicated to the upkeep of our existence. Yet there remain some who would utilize the wisdom of their long years to breach the limits of making, and seek to govern the garden themselves. And others, who delude themselves in the illusion of a higher rank of shepherd leering over the flock. Yet just as each soul is bound to sin, they are also bound to rise after the flame of Virtue; the mark of death and deliverance determines naught of the soul’s integrity - but how we bide our time within the rolling hills of the Creator’s gardens. Sister Solene

Across the corners of the Empire, a sparrow’s thesis is posted. . . 🕯⚗🕯 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 🕂 “With all that we know of existence, We thus know of harmony, We thus know of balance. For, glimpsed minute fragments, Are the grains of the Creator’s poetry; The Material Alphabet.” 🕂 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ The soul is water. . . The soul is flame. . . The soul is wind. . . The soul is stone. . . The soul is beyond. . . Existence is within balance, built upon a law of endless symmetry; it is gleamed within the fragmented grains of our realm, within the refined flakes of the land’s own essence: The Material Alphabet. There exists Life and Death; Light and Dark; Growth and Reduction; Order and Chaos. Yet, in spite of this cycling pattern of mirrors. . . There is no antonym to the Soul. The immortal soul is beyond the Material, hosted within the mortal vessel that is wrought of the Material. It is the essence bestowed from the Creator’s own lungs, His divine breath, which has sparked the tender flame that is our Spirit. We are both malleable and capable of shaping what is around us for this gift. Such a gift is what sets the wheel spinning, and delivers us as mortalkind bound down a long and winding road of destiny; for we are ever-part of this Creation despite our power to create ourselves. Within this egg of potential, we must understand what limits may come and the consequences to doggedly pursue those who overstep intended purpose. Fate and God’s Will are ever-interwoven, for all things; tangible and intangible; material and immaterial, exist by Him. He who is boundless to naught, and is the absolute core of Everything. He is both within us, and without; immeasurably beyond comprehension, yet so personally ingrained in our spirits. A mirror of divinity. When it comes to celebrating our gifts of potential and change, we must not be tempted by the endlessness of imagination and become unraveled in the desire of making. There is a stark difference to wishing for truth, compared to the reality of the truth itself; it is a dangerous, alluring reflection upon a pond’s surface in which countless souls have drowned in. Through temperance and humility, may we uncover true wisdom in our missions to rise up to our purpose. It is a fortress of the mind and spirit, and its foundations must not be placed with careless haste nor the tremble of a greeding hand lest we be promised unto ruin. By the conviction of Saint Avenel of Belvitz, did he condemn his kindred elves for the shameless hunger enkindled in the voidal arcane while he solely focused on weaving his spells and alchemic pursuits in the aid of the Light. By the wisdom of Saint Daniel of Al’Khazar, did he relinquish all fortune and power as a King to seek after spiritual richness as a wayward pilgrim. By the compassion of Saint Arianne of Ves, did she remain as a dutiful servant to the kingdom she was one promised to lead as a Queen; crownless, her service persisted. By the resolve of Saint Amyas of Yore, did he remain stalwart and constant in his efforts to unravel disease and remedy the injured in spite of what conflict surrounded him. In following the steps of the venerated, may we gleam fragments of their spirit to embolden us to seek our fortunate fates. Sister Solene

delivering my peace offering of a blisterbark horse to vampiric lairs

lefkos....