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What was it that made it all worth it? What was it that brought us to fight? From mortal eyes, entropy feels like the natural state of things. Is it? If I had an answer, do you think you would want to know it? Our purpose is to keep fighting then? Forever? Is that not entropy? Entropy is persistent. Chaos exists so long as Ruin does. Even in Chaos' death does it's corruption run rife. The low drag down the mighty at their own hands. Against one another. Then it is purposeless. Is it? How is it not? Order is to fight. Order is to safeguard those who cannot. Those who would surrender to madness. It is a pity many surrender. Further, that many do not know the powers which allow them to toy and tarry. But it is the easiest thing to do. The pathetic nature of the mortal coil. Do you foresee that changing? Righteous daughter, In a world without our fight, it enters an age of Darkness. There are no kingdoms, no families, no farms and no land. There is struggle, there is strife, chaos, and ruination. The sons and daughters of the brothers bicker and fight. They fight as much as the four did, even during The First War. But would you compare two brothers fighting to kingdoms of ghosts? Demon-infested homes, undead which walk the earth as Descendants once did? Is this surrender? It is. Then we have no choice but to fight. It is our nature; is it not? You begin to see. Daughter, know this; In the lone light within the darkness, it shines brighter than unnumbered suns. No greater than what the wick of a candle may allow. But to eyes within the dark, it is the most terrifying thing to behold. For what reason? It means the fight has still not ended. Five comets soared over Aevos, sapphire tails long behind as mortal vessels sailed back unto the earth. A sign of fear, worry, to ruinous powers which lingered at the edges of the realm. Itharel of The Second Age returned unto the earth with one order; Do not let the sun set.

...And The Earth Trembled Figures in shadow. Shadow of the dark; shadow of the beyond. Shadow beyond shadow. Two brothers spoke, bleeding from eyes, ears, nose, and mouth as they talked in mute. Their words shook the earth, mountains moved as all quivered beneath their thunder. You were haunted by darkness; turmoil; chaos; ruin. And yet, you felt weightless. Your shoulders unburdened. Your heart light. Your mind empty. You were so frightened; yet nevermore, so free. Was this bliss? Or was this death? Stormclouds darkened your mind, clouding your vision. ...And the world trembled.

we used to hang out a lot in G2P back in the day, and you were always so hilarious man. Glad to see you've progressed and continued to move up in life. I feel like the old friendgroup all has; moving up in the world and achieving careers. Thanks for all the laughs and times we shared together. I'm glad you can reflect positively on what you got from the server, and what you learned about life and yourself in that process. See you when I see you bro. Take it easy man.

The most pure elf, daughter of Larihei, frowned as Anethra recalled the days within Sarrion's school of magic. "I never quite imagined there would be a day where you would be gone. My first instructor; and he who truly freed me from the bonds I had placed upon myself. Know your manaline persists even to this day, as my students have had students of their own; and of those, even further. Without you, arts would be forgotten and practice lost to time." Anethra stated, almost to comfort herself. She grunted, murmuring about how talking to herself was stupid. "I need to collect myself again. I have so much more to do."

Sand Enrique listened closely to The Divine Aurelects for the eleventh time that day, meditating before Ysivryn approached his door. It was locked, he did not wish to be disturbed. @Gamma

Amendments/Additions implemented into main lore post. Thank you for your submission. Moving to correct subforum to prevent redundancy and clutter.

This lore has been denied. Following the Naztherak Amendment Denial, mystics have fewer; if any; reason to follow this much the same. My commentary from there mostly applies here, so I'll allow you to read so at your leisure. But this piece is going to be denied, as will future and similar submissions. Thank you for your submission, take it easy.

This lore has been denied. Were this type of roleplay disallowed on the server it would be disallowed. While other lores are more fundamental on changing of a characters both figuratively and literally (Such as Liches, Siliti, etc.), Naztherak does retain a fundamental amount of humanity within mental effects that draw people away from it. If your concern comes from people not roleplaying the mental effects correctly, I'd consider looking more internally given the relationships (quoted as "Platonic" marriages) between characters within your own group, as example. Theres plenty of opportunity for manipulation, insider knowledge, and power grab that inherently comes from relationships, particularly ones in a more onesided manner as Naz may be more inclined to lead. Even from the teams review, and the reasoning on this thread, I can find few people who advocate for the amendment, and fewer who have reasoning beyond "I dont want romance RP on the server". Thank you for your submission in any case, take it easy.

Lore has been shelved and moved to the appropriate subforum. If you have questions about why this specific lore has been shelved, please contact an ST Manager or the ST Administrator.

This Lore has been accepted. Moved to Implemented Lore, it will be sorted to it's appropriate category soon. Please note that if this is playable lore, such as a magic or CA, you will need to write a guide for this piece. You will be contacted regarding the guide (or implementation if it isn’t needed) shortly.

SPAWNING IN MORE WITH PEX AND TAKING UP EVERY COMMISSION SLOT RN WHAT I WOULD GIVE FOR TRINN ART…

A Dragaar mourned the passing. He recalled the last conversation they had held within the Paladin Keep, deep beneath the rocky stones of Urguan's mountains. Had he been there moments sooner; perhaps still she may live. But she had died, as many already have and many more will. Another scar upon his heart, the Dragaar shouldn't care; and yet he did. He'd weep if he could bring himself to. But he could not let it get the best of him. She promised to fight until her light gave out in the dark. She may ascend to Xan's realm and fight another day; but he may never see her or kind like her again. One could only hope that her torch could be picked up in the dark by the next generation to move forward. To fight in the endless war of order and disorder until victory or the final dying breath. Her sacrifice was brave; a bravery few would ever come to. One could only hope that bravery still remains within the heart of Order's adherents remaining. "May you feel whole of heart again after the loss of friend, family, and belonging within Order. I can only hope it fulfills the void left behind; it is the only thing that matters now. Rest well and fight on, Elena of Joma."