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Keeper Dramyr's smile widens quite radiantly from within his comatose slumber. He felt the bright light of the Allfather grow within the realm of Norland and it's subsidiaries. "A dream realized." uttered his lips in quiet whisper, heard only by one of the palace servants who was tending to him at the time.

"Oh ****" said Dramyr on being handed an invitation. "I didnt even know he died! Didnt even hear. Guess i'll have to try and attend to honor him. If not, why, there's always the afterparty!" he remarked in his head

"Sweet! A birthday bash! I wonder who or what we are bashing at the party!" Dramyr exclaimed, excited at the prospect of another party in Norland. Yes, you should get a pinata.

Dramyr cant help but laughing when he heard the news, and oh boy, did he laugh hard. By the end of it he thanked the man he'd heard it from and said "Thats a funny joke youve got." before he went away for his afternoon nap.

Dramyr muses to himself. The news of the coronation had no bearing to him. He was just happy with the new tax documents Norland came up with that allowed Priests, who had no invitation mind you, to no longer get an immediate boot, but a choice to get documentation to stay. Should they wish it. Anyways, he took a nap after this musing.

A travelling elf by the name of Kalev had somehow managed to cross paths with this writ on his passing through the Haenseti city. For he had overheard discontent regarding the Red Faith and was curious as to its source. So he got his hands on a copy of the newest drama. "Ah, I remember this. Good times that, when the Red Faith and the Renatia united in arms to take down the Norland crown. Really shouldnt have thought that just any fire would do for worshipping the father. Arthas' firestaff did remind them well that it wasnt the case." he thought, the elf's eyes continued to cast down the page with a long chuckle to the air. Then a purse of the lips "Oh huh, but too bad. Times change and theyre back at each others throats. Unfortunate that anyone interested in history pulls a spinster and leaves out the important facts." he reflected on this for quite a few moments. He crumped up the paper and tossed it behind some bush, and left to go find something to drink, knowing well that he might the only one living enough to remember what was closest to the truth: The fact that at one time the Red Faith and Canonism had worked together towards the same goal. To take down a false belief and overly violent rule.

Dramyr continues to write the newest edition of Red Faith based literature: "Allfather for Dummies"

"Oho the canonists who dont even care for their dead have spoken for violence. ******* idiots let a body rot in their grandest church for four days and four nights and they want to take up weapons. Cant even hold up brooms so much a sword. The empty threat of a withered quill." Dramyr had continued to rant and rave about the foul words that had been written, only to those fellow Norlanders around him who had been sharing the parcel of news that had made its way into the north. He really was angry over the disrespect towards the dead he had seen within imperial land.

"Welcome to the lit path, youre no longer blind in the dark, friend. Keep your chin up and follow the tenets!" said Dramyr on being handed one of the prestigious letters. He'd later frame it on his bedroom wall. "Neat."

b-but my resource pits

Dramyr wakes up from his daily nap "Hey guys!" he called out to the Norlandic square from his perch. "Did you know High Keeper Arthas used to practice some wild **** on orcs cause he considered them subhuman? Nor did I! That old man was ******* insane!" he said, before being informed of the war "OH!.. Maybe I'll get to practice old techniques!" he leaves with a skip to his step in search of the current High Keeper Alisa for permission in use of less than moral practices.

Dramyr frowns beneath his mask when he got a letter. One of the only few interactions within that two day window was him throwing a snowball at the man. "aw man, this sucks. He had such a great Krugsmas story too." And all he could do the rest of that day was sit and think, and daydream of the times that could have been or had been before. Chadmyr looks to Jager on the mans entrance into the Allfather's hall way up there where the Fathers faithful end up after death. "Welcome Brother!" he said with a happy grin, but it was a grin that had faded quite quickly on being informed of the bet. "****!"

golf clap

Ah, the dreamer, He is this handsome lads potential grandson: Features: -Make the art centered around 16yrold or 24 yr old. -Black hair, Styled pompadour -Fair skin -Blue gray eyes -Decent jawline -Light muscles -Skinny Outfit: -Sunglasses and a hawaiin shirt, add a bowler hat if youre feeling lucky -pants that aint shorts The sunglasses pose lookin at some fine ladies: -If hes holding anything in his offhand itd either be booze, hard candy, or a coconut drink

"The Allfathers light smiles on us all. For by his will we have been safely guided to this new land of Nyrheim! and this new tobacco!" said Chadmyr as he enjoyed the process of drying the tobacco for future offerings and for others to enjoy the cigars dubbed Chadgars and the smaller variants named Chadrolls

melon man comin atcha with the metal disease

Chadmyr had to raise a brow at being handed the registrar. Registry Form Name: Chadmyr Ruric Year of Birth: Whenever Dunharrow was. Clan: Edvardsson Line of Descent: Son of Aeyn Ruric, Grandson of Exander Ruric, Great Grandson of Arthas Ruric and so on.

So I pulled out my gat and went yat yat yat.

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blood sweat and tears. so many tears.

A sketch by a sole Norlandic apothecary Sign(s): - Air Symbol(s): - Instability x3 - Fear x3 - Chaos x1 - Life x1 Appearance: A seemingly harmless bush with light green bulb-like calla lilies hanging from its branches. If one plucked the bulbous plant from its stem and looked into the opening they'd see that inside was a plethora of small berries lining its surfaces. Nothing else is out of the ordinary par its unique physique. Location: Despite its symbol it is found low within valleys and in denser forests. Rarely can they be found in sprawling forests or otherwise. They reproduce when the wind swoops through the valley and rattles their berries down and out of the lilies. Otherwise birds have a time pecking them out. Harvesting: The lily can be pulled outwards and the petal teared to reveal all the berries; Otherwise digging through the lily bulb to pull out the berries will lead to a whole lot of smushed berries. If longevity of the plant is of no need then one can simply squeeze the bulb to push out the berry mush. Raw Effect(s): Green poppers aid in the recovery and waking up from unconsciousness at a cost. Which is that they wake up after a cold sweat, scared, as if they were in the beginnings of a nightmare. On eating them awake they will act as a mild caffeine and mildly distort the world around them to an uncomfortable extreme. Often many find they become addicted and want more after first consumption. Redlines: -Eating far too many berries will lead to nightly nightmares and hallucinogens yet the addiction will still be hard to shake off. -Eating them prior to unconsciousness does not aid waking or prevent unconsciousness. This includes keeping them between teeth during a fight. -It takes a stockpile of them to wake someone up within three emotes. And even then they won't know where they are for a short while. Concentrates can only be made safer through further alchemical methods. -Cannot wake someone up from a coma in its raw state

Daryll caught word of what had happened during his travels, though, he certainly didnt know the elf well. All that crossed his mind was the fact that he still did not know how Xavis survived the fall from those voidal rocks, ******* void birds, after all the elf did land headfirst. Oh well, seems his indestructible head and life was truly not meant to last.

Read the whole thing, and I’ve got to say, I don’t regret any of my time spent doing so. The only thing I do regret is that I want to read another and that there’s nothing more to read.

I was simply stating that im glad that the problems were worked out in this rewrite. Back then they certainly tried to use it in combat even if it wasnt permitted. As in, tried making my big ol staff poof into his pocket in two emotes. The ooc in the situation was not the best either, and really salt got rubbed in the wound when the player in question came back the next day, after having been killed when we got the flame back, to attempt a heist and steal back the item again. Which he did end up doing, but we couldnt be assed to continue the situation as it just wasnt worth the ooc conflict. His excuse for coming back was that since the memory of him “giving it back and agreeing not to take it” was gone, hed be back in his “wanting to take it” set of mind. Now I must admit the situation wasnt handled the best on our side either. As the person who had their item stolen didnt exactly say the nicest things. The whole encounter was just something that really made me think less of Izkuthii as a whole: Mainly due the very blatant and abuseable spells in the lore side of things and the fact that the player kept returning. tl;dr: was a problem with the player more than izkuthii, but the izkuthii magic of the time wasnt helping and im glad the simple changes were put in place to prevent something like this from happening again. As for the fire, Lets say I have a lamp, completely nonmagical, meant only for lighting and all that. Not combative at all either unless it was pulled out to ward something off, so what then? The verdict at the time was that it extinguished, I forget the reasoning though. Just think its something that needs to be addressed in thieves arsenal.

Now while im entirely in the opinion that this race is very unnecessary and very frilly. That doesnt stop me from believing that this rewrite is a lot more concise, orderly, and strict than the old lore. Its fixed most of the problems ive had with the old lore: which was that I had to look for far too long to figure out which spell the izkuthii was trying to use, even with the name. The first thing I found was what I thought was fair for the situation, where it made the item poof for a few emotes before coming back, but the casting emotes didnt match. The reason I had to ask was because the ability to steal my item, as in oocly take it from me, into a pocket dimension in two emotes just didnt seem fair, in combat no less! Thankfully with the noncombat clarification I do hope we wont have a repeat situation. Im also happy to see other things such as masks breaking in two good mace swings. Really didnt seem like I was doing jack **** to the mask before with even three strikes. Now the only thing that id like to be clarified in this rewrite is if flames, nonmagical or otherwise, can survive within a pocket dimension. To prevent another mishap where someone steals another important flaming object and comes to find it went out. As that was a whole thing that almost got some hour or two of combat rp voided when we found out that it did in fact extinguish.