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Who was the best Halfling Sheriff of all time?

{ Art by Biegeltoren for Haelun'or}

On Elheial'lauriran of Haelun'or

An announcement to the Silver State of Haelun'or

As Issued from the Most Blessed, Maheral Elesia Elervathar

10th of The First Seed, Year 60 of the Second Age

An epoch to lay the foundations of permanent progress. Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! You are the chosen one, child. Blessed by Larihei’s realisation of the nature of the State and our inherited Nature, I will guide you into the future. A completed century will only be the start.

Malaurir Dimaethor Elervathar

Our humble and peaceful domain, of stone, of spruce and untrampled earth. Let all doubt in the unadulterated Silver State perish. Our eternal quest as Mali’aheral of Haelun’or remains to adhere to the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. Over a millennia, the modern age has introduced new troubles to our Citadel and our most recent battle is to regulate the system. Maheral Elesia Elervathar reintroduces elheial’lauriran — a council consisting of the most esteemed members of our society, capable of aiding the Maheral on all matters regarding cultural affairs.

In addition to Lauriran, all Malauriran of the Motherland are invited to partake in discussions, considering the nature of these issues.

ELHEIAL'LAURIRAN OF HAELUN'OR

Subject to alterations, per the requirements of the Silver State of Haelun'or

Maheral Elesia Elervathar

Usamea An'asul

Aiera Sullas

Alfér Elibar'acal

Anethra Uradir

Seth Calith

"Rise, rise, rise...

...maehr'sae hiylun'ehya will unleash our full potential."

The Blessed Child,

Maheral Elesia Elervathar

MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

{ Art by Pengzhen Zhang }

The Elervathar Talonnii Act

An Announcement to the Silver State of Haelun’or

As Issued from the Most Blessed, Maheral Elesia Elervathar

20th of The Deep Cold, Year 59 of the Second Age

Our bloodlines are sacred, for centuries families notable and nought had their histories etched into the Bloodline Archives. We have all been blinded in egalitarianism for a while now, feigned belief that Mali’aheral are bound to superiority. Yet, we have witnessed moments of chaos, when our motherland was tainted and not all our kin battled. And so, to record and celebrate our most revered bloodlines, to grant privileges and benefits to those who prove their allegiance to their ancestors and furthermore, the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, the Talonnii system is to be established, anew.

Our humble and peaceful domain, of stone, of spruce and untrampled earth. In spite of its sheer opulence and enthralling splendour, the Silver State is in a never-ending construction and will always harbour more room for evolution and progress. To ensure the continuance of a functioning and stable Silver State, and to correct the corruptive and degenerative nature of former structures, a new rule of law, with statutes to uphold and protect. A system developed centuries ago, which has proven its potency and power in practical tests alone, now to be reassembled in this document.

THE DEFINITION OF A TALONNII

ARTICLE 1. An elder bloodline of Haelun’or, inhabiting the Silver State for, at least, twenty-five years & contributing to the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya via leadership or preeminent service.

ARTICLE 2. An elder bloodline of Haelun’or with unaltered and valid proof of unblemished blood-line, in regards to our ancient tales, which has been documented in the Bloodline Archives.

ARTICLE 3. An elder bloodline of Haelun’or that consists of FOUR members who reside and contribute to the Silver State, except in odd cases in accordance with the Maheral.

ARTICLE 4. Each bloodline of Haelun’or must have a Matriarch or Patriarch, known as Laurir. Laurir are bound to their responsibilities, each ascension inherited via absolute primogeniture. Once a bloodline garners this title, the eldest mali’thill of the kin is granted the role.

ARTICLE 5. The Maheral of the Silver State of Haelun’or can install a bloodline in official proclamation, and each edict must be recorded in the archives of the Silver Council.

THE PRIVILEGES OF A TALONNII

ARTICLE 6.  A Talonnii is granted special consideration regarding integral institutions of the Silver State.

ARTICLE 7. A Talonnii laurir is granted a seat on elheial’lauriran, the Council of Nobles.

ARTICLE 8. A Talonnii member is allowed to advise on laws and reforms of the Council of Haelun’or.

THE DESTRUCTION OF A TALONNII

ARTICLE 9. A Talonnii can be erased from the Bloodline Archives if there are no members remaining within the Silver State of Haelun’or, for a period of twenty-five years.

ARTICLE 10. A Talonnii can be erased from the Bloodline Archives if a trial has been conducted, deeming the bloodline and all its kin impure..

ARTICLE 11. The Maheral can erase a bloodline in official proclamation, and regrant the title if the bloodline chooses to appeal the decision, in centuries to come.

"Blessed be our Silver Sect...

...who works for the betterment of our race and the venerated maehr'sae hiylun'ehya."

The Blessed Child,

Maheral Elesia Elervathar

MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

Welcome back, friend!

{ Art by Yalun }

On the Rebirth of Haelun'or

An Announcement to the Silver State of Haelun’or

As Issued from the Most Blessed, Maheral Elesia Elervathar

11th of The Deep Cold, Year 56 of the Second Age

At the beginning of Haelun’or, our Citadel arose from dirt and debris — guided in the footsteps of our ancestors and most blessed bloodlines — to create our home, our refuge from the monsters of the realm, our blessed bastion of knowledge, progress and health. Our first Maheral, our Haelun, instilled in us the ideals of a perfect nation. Our second Maheral taught us the importance of intelligence. Our third Maheral guided us with unmatched wisdom, creating a settlement in which the meritorious arose. Maheral Uradir reminded us to upkeep our bastion, we must fight for it. 

I ascended to the position of Maheral in a different time to our predecessors, a time when Haelun’or had fallen to corruption, stagnation and quotidian threats — when consequence fractured our people into factions all over the realm. Our efforts in the Silver State of Haelun’or have been to unite and reconstruct a sense of allegiance to the motherland, an unwavering understanding of our culture and ancient traditions. Now, our diligent quest is to rebuild a harmonious state for the mali’aheral, an ambition to overcome the inherent issues of the past. Mali’thill continue to return home, to find peace, progress and health.

Unity, as is purity, is disrupted when infidelity and tormenting weakness prompts derelict and unfounded peace in contrast to principle and ethic. Mali’aheral have found progress at the disposal of wrong ideals and weak-minded individuals, building a coalition of principled pursuits, rejecting the destructive voices of impure dissent which the different factions of the realm had sown. While the Maheral simply is, as Malaurir Lucion Sullas once said, the Maheral is more important than her mortal presence. Mali’thill are bound to preach progress and health. Maheral Elesia Elervathar, the Dove,  is now the cornerstone in a castle that has fallen to ruin, vehement on the reconstruction of our home, a reunification of our people, which will take centuries.

As rats in a fully stocked pantry, or bees amidst a field of blossoming flowers, this time of uncertainty and confusion allowed agents of chaos to enact revenge, planting their seeds of corruption amongst our innocent citizenry. It was in this chaos that we, the purest Mali’thill, lost our composure and our Blessed Silver State. At the time of Fi’halen, our kin often said lomian’onn, meaning from fragments, a proverb to return to in these troubled times. Malauriran, Heial’thilln, Heial’lauriran and the different bodies of the Silver State will continue to upkeep our motherland and protect our hearts, which beat in defiance to corruption — at any cost.

And so, we must weep, to the death of our allies and the united Haelun’or which forfeited with her downfall. After centuries of chaos, all factions of the Blessed Bastion of Silver must find an equal objective, to return their attention towards progress and health, to reign superior as the motherland has done for millennia. 

“Rise - rise - rise…

…maehr’sae hiylun’ehya will unleash our full potential.”

The Blessed Child,

Elesia Elervathar

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

"Claimant to Haelun'or— rightful heir, at that. No rightful leader should create their path amidst bodies. Haelun'or is ours indeed, to defend and uphold." The Blessed Child, Elesia Elervathar, confessed to the glass of red-wine at her side. A silent, overbearing and colossal presence settled beside her — the Maheral heard the Citadel groan and sigh, mumbling her profound heartache in time with her own quiet sobbing. And for the first time, she understood their cries. "At once, let me gather with them." Usamea An'asul had been summoned, granted the quest to deliver a message.

An Elervathar Contribution

To the Silver State of Haelun’or

 7th of The First Seed, Year 55 of the Second Age

[ Art by Andreas Rocha ]

“Another sun onto Haelun’or…” Elesia Elervathar had bound herself to old tradition, a tall glass of wine held at the tip of her fingers, swirling the crimson liquid around it anxiously. Her mind wandered between the table and the door behind her, unable to conceal each twitch or tremble. Alcohol couldn’t ease her thoughts, the chatter from the Citadel bringing her great discomfort. 

“We return to the Silver State.” Her retort eager, aimed to convince herself more than others. There was a moment of mute thought, as she attempted to regain the wisdom of her grandfather Iatrilemar Elervathar, the confidence of her mother Iaria and the fervor of her father Dimaethor Elervathar. A promised successor, alone.

“ — And for centuries, the Elervathar talonnii have reigned superior as bastions of knowledge and progress for the Citadel and its children. On this morning, to commemorate the return of an incredible lineage, the Elervathar grant Haelun’or ancient relics from centuries past. We, children of Larihei, do not adhere to the lessers’ sword and shield...” Elesia had embarked on maddened ramblings, as though all the unanswered questions of the past within her mind ached — the Elervathar carried nostalgic demeanour as often as she carried her mother’s habitual arrogance, ocean-blue orbs squinted at the sunrise that beamed onto her with radiant warmth. 

“As the sun rises above the Silver State once again, it is clear to me that an impressive fate or destiny perpetually awaits us, and we have reached a turning point for progression and health within the walls of our Citadel. We are not meant to live idly, we are not meant to settle and to live in peace, at least in our current state.” Other dreaded recollections appear and fade, not for the first time. As she wandered the depths of her own meddled thoughts, she harboured hopeful ideals centuries-old.

“Long have the children of Larihei become accustomed to fear, daring not venture past the conventional truth of our mortal realm. And now, we refuse to settle within hollow actions or unavailing projections of what is pure. We welcome a new era of progress, education and health.” Elesia granted the room a final digestive observation, soft countenance creased into a weak grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth. Another call, to the cat that followed her. “Come along. We’ve quite the trip.”

“ — And so, the Elervathar return to Haelun’or with an incomparable donation of five-thousand minae, incalculable relics of forgotten times and knowledge from all continents and realms, tomes and parchments centuries old. Ay'Haelun'or.”

MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

The Blessed Child,

Elesia Elervathar

"Another sun onto Haelun'or..." The Elervathar bound herself to overwhelming nostalgic feeling, pleading beneath a hushed breath. Her demeanour had changed as the seasons did too, a hopeful mission twisted into tales of monsters and madness. 

Don’t blame the victims. We cannot, in good faith, develop and implement clauses against members of the server our staff is obligated to protect and safeguard from perpetrators. At the moment we create an obstacle for the victims, for the sake of predators, we have made an irreversible mistake. It’s time to be held accountable & make a change. 

What is KaiserJacobII's favourite colour?

{ Art by CaelGibran }

THE ETERNAL WARDEN OF MAHAE

An announcement to the Vale of Nevaehlen

Written by Laedrad, of the Tresery

13th of Malin's Welcome, Year 49 of the Second Age

“Horned King, I am not afraid...” He knelt to the ground, accompanied in the tales of monsters and goblins that riddled his thoughts for months. A silent, overbearing and colossal presence had settled alongside the Tresery, in his travels. He hadn’t felt the relentless damage of the sun for a while— but just as the climate changed, autumn approached and so did nature all around him.

And overhead, the ancient branches wept with him. The Horned King heard them groan and sigh, mumbling their profound heartache in time with his own quiet sobbing. He understood their cries, for the first time. The Lion bound himself to the Vale then and he knew what awaited him.

“Has our home been tainted? Has it been for centuries?” The Tresery announced to the few persons near him, unable to conceal the evident arrogance he had bound himself to. At that, he’d adorn a dulled expression. Laedrad shifted a singular index-finger to scratch at his exhausted features, dim circles appearing beneath his seclusion. “As our forebears did in the Unknown that came before, we now stand sentinel over Almaris. We await the next malignant forces that threaten our refuge. However, I cannot resist despair.”

“The Lioness taught me to fight— to defend our home, our honour. Our defeat is inevitable, from whatever font it seeps. Not now, not soon but it will come.” His form rests nestled between two gnarled roots and is rendered small in its titanic shadow. Other dread recollections appear and fade, not for the first time. As he wandered the depths of his meddled thoughts, he harboured hopeful quests centuries-old. “Now, I am alone.”

“ — And for centuries, a lineage that reigned superior from its origin has been in decline. As an infant, fleeing our home to Almaris, I sought a realm capable of protecting its own from the horrors of the world. Now, I understand we are its protectors and the fight is ours alone.” Laedrad had embarked on maddened rambling, as though all the unanswered questions of ancient things within his mind ached. Mahae  formed a terrible crescendo which could now never be ignored, despite the warnings that he’d hear new things. He hadn’t been prepared for the suffering of the realm itself.

“I am Laedrad. The Lion of the Vale. Eternal Warden of Mahae.” Hearing not a sound from the verdant forests in the aftermath of recent events both dire and traumatic, he hearkened back to better times of childhood and blissful ignorance, when life still blossomed in defiled Axios. The Lion had awaited this moment for centuries before him, to be a guardian. However, his expression darkened and a sigh escaped his lips. “ — Now, I am Chieftain of Tresery.” 

“ — I am Mahae. Our hearts beat in defiance to corruption.” After some time, Laedrad hid beneath the cool shade of a bestial mangrove tree, nestled into the coarse roots of nature. He carried nostalgic demeanour as often as he carried his spear, and longed for the mournful ghost to depart soon. He sighed, golden-orbs squinted at the sunset that beamed onto him with radiant warmth. He knew change was inbound and it’d begin with him.

We had our differences, during our separate tenures amidst the administration. Yet, I admired the method and motive behind each decision made for the betterment of our server. No hidden-motives, nor secret agenda. In the face of troublesome quests, we couldn't disagree on the singular, most important objective as the highest representatives of the community: to create and upkeep a safe environment. At that, I respect you for being true to yourself, your values and standing up for what you believe is correct. As a member of LotC, I commend you for conquering avenues others hadn't, despite their best efforts. You have set high expectations for the next Community Administrator & you'll be dearly missed.

Warmest regards, Treshure. 

Yikes.

"Let us gather." Laedrad had been preparing himself for this quest, his entire life. Not to celebrate the incoming changes of the seasons, but to eat until he couldn't. He undid the buckles of his waistband and planted both hands onto his stomach, a giant grin contorting the dim features of the Mali'ame.

I agree.

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Greetings, friends.

The Moderation Team is going to be reviewing applications, in the next two weeks. As COVID restrictions decrease & most of us return to habitual professional or educational routines, we are looking out for members that can accommodate to most time-zones. We are excited to introduce new (or returning) members to our roster, amidst an important renewal of our objectives, direction & mission. Alongside our most recent announcement, a Moderation Team Staff Guide is going to be published, with the intent to share our quotidian duties and responsibilities as members. We encourage all applicants to chat with us— to provide feedback, share suggestions or find us for a casual chit-chat. You can reach out to all members of the Moderation Team, for more information regarding applications.

Change is inbound. Let's keep the conversation going.

 { https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forms/56-moderation-staff-application/ }

Thanks!

— ImCookiie

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MODERATION TEAM
 

The Moderation Team is responsible for quotidian duties regarding in-game management, up-keep of the server-forums and overwatch of server-discords. Our core duties include in-game tickets, conflict resolution and mediation of public and private reports. We are advocates for open and honest communication, but heed to the server-rules in mitigation and/or consequence.

STRUCTURE

The Moderation Team is enlisted with equal duties, regardless of its structure. At that, there are six (6) positions within the team that are accompanied in training and/or promotion procedures. 

➢ In-Training members are new additions to the team, who are undergoing intensive training sessions during their first month on the Moderation Team roster. 

➢ Moderation Team members have completed their training and are established participants in conflict-resolution and other topics unavailable to new(er) members. 

➢ Moderation Team Secretary is a role dedicated to maintaining diaries and planification of meetings, producing agendas and taking minutes.

➢ Moderation Team Trainers are responsible for the introduction and training of new members, providing them with near-constant support and advice during their trial-month.

➢ Moderation Team Managers are responsible for direct aid to the Moderation Administrator, ensuring quotidian operations of the team are heeding to standards set in protocol.   

➢ Moderation Team Administrator is responsible for the entire team and its status, maintaining open communication between the team and the remainder of Administration. The Moderation Team Administrator is also accountable for the general oversight of all team members and their respective projects, promoting completion within allocated time-frames. 

FOCUS GROUPS

The Moderation Team does not include active focus-groups in our duties, focusing instead on projects that include project-leads and project-members. Our responsibilities are divided into three (3) main categories that encompass general-policies, conflict-management and in-game moderation. All Moderation Team members are capable of assisting with all of these, but are encouraged to participate in the sects most appealing to them. Our current projects can be found in the most recent Moderation Team update, published at each major update-log.

➢ For feedback, feel free to contact the current Moderation Team Administrator. 

APPLICABLE SKILLS

➢ Communication

➢ Problem Solving

➢ Attention to Detail

➢ Time Management

➢ Strategic Thinking

APPLICATION LINK(S)

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forms/56-moderation-staff-application/

We hadn't even met in person, and still, the pain is just as inconsolable. You won't be forgotten, Garg. 

MC Name:

         ImCookiie

Character's Name:

         Laedrad Tresery

Character's Age:

         100+

Character's Race:

         Wood Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Druidism - Communion

Teacher's MC Name:

         NightCastor

Teacher's RP Name:

         Andria Tresery

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         No.

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes.

{ Art by Sandara }

THE FISH AND THE FISHERMAN

The short-lived tale of the Tresery that became a fisherman, in a day.

Laedrad is a creature prone to mishap and troublesome ventures. If he was faced with a challenge— or the prospect of leaving the comfort of his bed on a cold morning— he’d find the bright-side, amidst low grumblings that exuded the moody 'Ame. The young Tresery had a quest to embark on, at the crack of a chilly autumn morning; preparing a small satchel of belongings that included a hand-crafted spear, a notebook, a meal and a spare set of garments.

He departed into the grand forests that surrounded the Citadel at the first sign of sun-rise, surveying various rivers and lakes that he saw, to find the optimal location for his next adventure. Once he had arrived at a desired location, Laedrad descended onto the grass with a soft huff— golden-orbs surveying the calm motions of water that crashed against the shore; unpacking the leather-pouch to reveal the notebook which held previous teachings he had jotted down, and prepared to face a mortal enemy — drowning.

There was no movement in the shallow depths of the silent-lake, apart from the random splashes of cold water produced by pebbles, or the soft whistles of wind against the trees. Laedrad waited patiently for a potential catch, regarding each odd movement in the water with the eyes of a predator. At the first sight of a fish— or what could have been— the Elf cried out to the sky, and tumbled towards the clearing of water. He grasped and grappled whatever he found beneath him with inelegance in his movements, sending immense amounts of cold, cold water above him. He had done it. The Tresery had begun his quest and successfully caught something, albeit it was not what he had set out to hunt. Once the drenched Elf stopped, he found that in his hands lay a fallen branch from a nearby tree and the fish that had startled him, simply stared at him from afar.

“Don’t mock me, sardine. I haven’t done this before.” Laedrad commented aloud, an evident scowl manifesting upon his countenance. He growled loudly, raising his arm above his head in a valiant attempt to toss the wooden-stick at the soon-to-be seafood. Albeit when he thrusted his arm forth, the branch slammed forcefully against the back of his head. The Elf yelped abruptly, falling into the near-freezing pond. He trembled greatly, gasping for air once he had returned to his feet— the spare garments in his satchel finding a purpose, rather quickly.

Few fish gathered around the Elf once the scene had returned to its calm state, and chose to create intricate paths around the immobile Tresery. He watched their movements carefully, akin to a battle where he studied their next attack; although he was not prey, this time. Laedrad found the spear he had constructed days prior to prove useful for such a quest. “I am one with the fish.” He meditated, ivory-teeth chattering against each other. Laedrad found comfort in their fluid motions, thin fingers replicating the movements above the water. He inhaled sharply, dipping his right arm into the water; he’d wait until the fish found themselves nearest and try to gently grasp their small beings at the tail. 

There were a multitude of unsuccessful attempts to catch the crimson-fish. Each time he’d thrust the head of the wooden-spear into the water, it’d crash in thunderous audio, frightening any living being that roamed around the Elf. He continued to study their movements, inhaling sharply at the sight of a valiant fish; thrusting the spear into the water again, in such forceful manner that it’d nearly attack his own foot. He spent hours trying to hunt a single fish— if he wished to return home and feast on it— until he became so tired, he could barely hold pointed-weapon. It was then he realised that he could not chase the fish in their habitat; his plan had suddenly become to wait patiently until a fish found itself amidst calm waters. The Elf then practiced control over the wooden-spear, piercing the water with enough strength to pierce the body of a fish, but not his own. 

“Again. Again. Again." The Sun began to fall over the horizon before Laedrad had caught his first fish. After hours of practice of his grip against the spear— the thrust that led into it the water and his militant stance— Laedrad had done it. He had successfully pierced unsuspecting prey through the quiet waves of the lake; tossing it to the shore. The Elf waited for the chaotic scene to fall silent again, and continued his quest. Once he had caught each of the five fish, he’d transport them to land hastily and provide them a swift death— a simple insertion of his short-blade at their neck with a gruesome crack down.

Laedrad is a creature prone to mishap and troublesome ventures. He often finds himself in trouble, but procures resolution in the knowledge given to him— it might take him some time, or he might not be successful at all— although, the young Tresery does not cower from a challenge and chooses to relish in the hardships he faces. The Elf gathered his fish with a knotted-rope, collected his belongings and prepared for the hefty return to his humble abode. 

It had been a successful day.

On 7/26/2021 at 7:48 PM, snoopie12 said:

What was your best gamer moment?

Most cursed thing on LOTC?

Why are we all here?

I don't think I count as a gamer... I'm bad at all games.

Everything.

We're here with equal purpose, to have fun and make great memories. Also, to hit on @Heero.

On 7/26/2021 at 8:08 PM, NomadGaia said:

Can you make me an admin? Not of anything in particular, just like a base admin. 

 

What's the best color? (There is only one good answer.)

 

Can I spot a crisp 8000 mina?

Yes. You can handle the pain and suffering.

Yellow, hands down.

Check /bank. It's our secret.

On 7/26/2021 at 8:12 PM, Ryloth said:

 

this is not a request or question, this is a demand and command

return to monke, make kharajyr; add it to the list ! pwease

I had a Kha in Axios, but for a short time. I helped Geo and Rickson build our island, and made up some culture. It was great!

On 7/26/2021 at 9:09 PM, Peralien said:

Can I take out a 'loan' with 0% interest for 1000 years without a deadline for 1000 minae?

YES! NO INTEREST. NO DEFAULT. JUST MINA.

23 hours ago, Zacho said:

Favorite rp group

What rp group do you want to be part of in the future

 

Are you more of a mundane rper or do you enjoy magic, if so what is your favorite or one that you have read and liked

 

Why are you a good admin

That's a difficult question. Haelun'or, most likely.

Chi Monks... or Azdrazi.

Arcanism was incredible for flavour, and that's the RP I participated in the most. We built up an arcade shield that encompassed Haelun'or, in 2020 and it was the most fun I had for a while. Aside from that, I tend to explore the extremes of magic, whenever possible.

I'm just doing the best I can.

22 hours ago, puffables said:

why are you so cool !!! you !! 

 

what would be your biggest piece of advice you'd give to the people of the mineman LotC?

 

when will we play game next :] <3

 

miss u :[[

I was born like this. I don't know.

LotC is about what one makes of it. Don't become enthralled in the mundane things, and find a group of friends that transcend the server.

LET'S DO IT NOW. I MISS YOU SO MUCH.

22 hours ago, KaiserJacobII said:

Why are you cookie?

14 hours ago, sergisala said:

are you a cookie? please, be honest

11 hours ago, KamikazeReaper said:

if you are a cookie  what kind ? the masses demands answer

I'm coming out, as a chocolate chip cookie. It's true.

21 hours ago, Mordhaund said:

thoughts on me

 

when will we next rp man.......

 

n what's your favourite kinda music

 

You are a great friend, and our conversations bring me happiness. 

Whenever. Let's get together. Make me a spook again.

Lo-fi Hip Hop is what I listen to, in VC, every day. Ask anybody.

11 hours ago, Balthasar said:

Do you have the guts to tell us what you did on tumblr? I know I do

Absolutely not.

1 hour ago, Amyy said:

Do you remember Ro'ya/me from the good ol' days? 

 

If so, favourite memory of Ro'ya and Eloh'ra's relationship? 

 

(also hey hey)

HELLO! Yes, I do. Of course.

It feels like centuries ago, now. Exploring Fi'Ceru, Celein, Laureh'lin. I cherish the memories, so much.