LadyRebecca

"Mal'onn." Stepping forward from beyond the impossibly wide base of the trunk of a tree with no name, a tanned elf walked toward him wearing the smile of tranquillity. With long brown hair brushing at her waist and bright brown eyes looking to the one known as Caribou, Arahaelth beamed. Her face was illuminated and her figure wore the same garb she had when walking the Descendants' Realm. She reached for his cheeks and held his face as wisps of bright viridescent swirled around the druids. "Welcome home. Come, there is much see."

Yet another illiterate elf snatched the parchment from Tevi and used it to make a small fire for toasting marshmallows.

Scurrying feet rush about the Dominion, searching for someone to read the letter as the drui was illiterate!

"Karin'ayla, sweet thing." Behind the deceased Brother Bull stood a figure of non-remarkable height and typical appearance. Clothed in swaths of brown, green, and maroon, she stood taller than her stature and smiled brighter than one would imagine after death. Petals of white lay within her hair, marked and distinguished by the daises that rested tucked behind her ear. And upon her left shoulder, a sparrow, quiet yet curious, chirped up at the massive elf. The tanned woman, swirling in translucent mists of viridescent reached upwards to touch the face of Toren, smiling as only a mother could. "Welcome home."

Arahaelth squints from the Aspects' Plane.

In the dark of twilight, pattering steps slap against the stone steps of the library. Mumblings echo in the dark as a gift lay before the door. Retreating steps then fled into the night, leaving behind a half-eaten mushroom. ((LadyRebecca|LadyRebecca#8880))

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yeah no. theres a fine print and you didnt read it kiddo

Hello there! With new management now set into place on the GM Team, we are now looking for new faces to bring onto the team! If you have ever considered submitting an application for the GM Team, now is the time to do it. Whether you have been a team member before or have yet to have a place on one of the staff teams, everyone is open to putting forward an application. You can find the application format here! If you’re hesitant about submitting your name, don’t be! Everyone is given a fair chance and everyone will have their application reviewed. So what are you waiting for? Go submit an application and maybe you too will be a member of the GM Team. -GM Management

Hello there! Team Roster and Changes Our current GM Team is rather small in numbers with the departures of former Director Harrison, along with Hiebe, z3mos, ski_king3, DrPhilofLOTC, AstralPlatinum, Niccum and Assassinofawsome.With the beginning of a new month, we are looking forward to making new additions to the team and hope to see more applications. Director As the tag implies, I have recently been promoted to Director of the Game Moderation Team after the departure of Harrison. With that, the GM Team is grateful for the work that he has conducted during his tenure as Director and wishes him all the best now being a filthy red tag under Mitto. That being said, my go around as Director will hopefully be successful with both the GM Team and the community to help make the server a more enjoyable place for us all to gather. I hope to address the concerns the community have presently with the GM Team and will strive to build a sound and reliable moderation team to benefit the server as a whole. Trials Our only trial at the moment this month is Nate1450. We will be taking on more trials come October and we always are encouraging people to make applications to the GM Team. If you have ever considered it or debated whether or not you may be accepted, make an application! You never know until you try. You can find the application format here! Modreq Data There has been a massive difference in modreq levels this month compared to the numbers from August, from 5170 to 3388. With quota being 4%, the number of modreqs needed to be done in order to pass quota was 135. Quite a few GMs met quota, something we’re glad to see. Projects Right now the Team is working on a couple of projects mainly related to rule revisions, changes and fixes. Right now, we’ve been gathering your feedback on meta-gaming, and if you want to join the debate, here’s the thread. We’ll be rolling out rule changes related to the community opinion on that thread that’ll hopefully reduce meta-gaming, and as well as that, we’re planning other rewrites in areas such as evictions and, more notably, we’re going to working on improving the general rules of LotC this month. Since the rewrite earlier this summer, a lot of people have complained about various rules being absent and GMs have complained about many rules being too vague, so we’re hoping to have that all fixed by this time next month. Look out for a Your View later this week. Sub-Team Updates War Team Defy stepped down from War Team Lead this month and in his place MrPieman1111 has taken his position. Villain Team Harrison was working on reforming this time prior to his resignation, something that the GM Managers will be picking up and tweaking. In the coming months, we hope to have something more tangible to work with and something more roleplay oriented. Economy Team WithHiebe’s departure there’s not a lot going on in terms of the LotC economy. Given the new map that is on its way, the Economy Team will be dissolved until the new map and economy come into play. Region Team A word from our Region Team Lead: “The region team has been working hard with the other staff teams to pump out 6.0 to the best of our abilities. Many rule changes are coming in the very near future. We have been doing activity checks on all nations for the past couple of months, so expect announcements on nation status changes within the upcoming weeks.” -Malinor Director Agenda With my promotion to GM Director, I’m going to take a moment just to discuss with you all about my plans as a GM Director. It’s not going to be some long post about how I’m going to make the server the greatest thing or make any glorified promises. Instead, let’s talk reality. The first priority on my list is getting the GM Team back into high-functioning order. I want a team that can work together within themselves and when handling situations within the community. It is paramount that the GM Team be reading for 6.0 and I hope to see some changes in the coming months. As well, I want to establish more communication between the community and the GM Team as a whole. Support, feedback, Your View threads, all of it helps us as a team to understand how things are working on the server for you guys. I encourage the feedback and hope to hear back on the community’s view on the various issues on the server. I believe that’s all for now. As always, if you have any inquiries, concerns or comments for the GM Team you are always welcome to message me or a member of my team. -LadyRebecca <3

[Music] It had started to snow. It wasn’t very heavy, more or less a simple flurry of snowflakes outside the bedchamber window. Dancing atop the window ledge and lightly tapping the glass, Arahaelth lay beneath her furs and thick knits and watched from her bed. She was in labour, a child on its way as she tended to herself, as one would do should a midwife be unavailable. And in the cold tundra of Fenn, there was none at her disposal. With that, she did as she had done before and cared for herself. Though something was different with this little one. She was in more pain, and she had lain there for many hours; so many, that she had lost count. She was worried, for the Grand Princess had felt pain before when she had been with child. Her first pregnancy had been a failure, her baby boy born lifeless and unmoving. Thus, she was fearful, staring long and hard at the drifting snowfall and praying to The Mother that her child be given a chance. Aelthir came into the room, his pallid skin etched with lines of worry as he came to sit on the bed beside Arahaelth. He went to wrap his arm around her shoulders, being gentle and going to offer any help he could provide her in her time of pain and discomfort. The pair exchanged soft conversation, talking about their normal endeavours before the topic shifted to the baby. “How are doing, my love?” “The babe has been taking their time. I am… worried, truth be told.” “Why is that, Ara? What’s wrong?” “Nothing. I think it’s just my age.” The elfess groaned and went to lay the back of her palm over her eyes. After a few long moments of distressed and pained noises, she meant to send Aelthir off. “I think it’s time. Head out now, my love.” And so he went, reluctantly, but pressed a small kiss to her cheek before he left the room. Alone, she stared up at the ceiling, preparing herself for what she would endure. With the child resting in her arms, swaddled in warm furs and held secure, Arahaelth panted, her hair plastered to her face and body trembling in an inexplicable discomfort. Something was horribly, horribly wrong. But it wasn’t the baby this time, the little blonde haired boy in her arms was healthy and strong. No, this time, it was her. With a whimper, hot tears began to spill down the wood elven woman’s cheeks, shaking as she brought her index finger to trace along the cheek of her infant. For some time, she remained in such a way before she stilled herself, diminishing her tears with a swipe of her hand. Calmed, she called for Aelthir to come back. He was quick to return, resuming his position upon the bed and looking over both mother and child alike. Painfully, Arahaelth smiled to him and offered the sleeping infant to her husband as she trembled, her fingers gently resting over his as he took the babe in his arms. “He looks like you,” she croaked in a whisper. “Hopefully he is more like his mother.” She stared for a long time at them both, as though imprinting the image of her husband and second son within her mind. Tormented in silent agony, Arahaelth meant to beckon Aelthir closer. “You have to choose a name for him, Aelthir.” “We will pick one soon enough.” And it was as though her suffering had reached a crescendo, unable to be exceeded as her fingers meant to trace down the side of his cheek. While her warmer fingers imprinted themselves to his skin, her eyes surveyed his features with a mesmerized expression. “I love you.” If he had spoken to her, she did not hear it. Her cheek pressed to the pillows and her fingers falling away from his face, she seemed to no longer be able to move, too tired to continue trying. She did not see her life, nor did it flash before her eyes. It was as though every emotion she had experienced in her time walking the realm had hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her; every feeling, every memory, all at once. Aelthir, Aelthos, Liewyn, Katar, Leo, Artimec, Tristin, Siri, Toren, Aenor, Laen, Ailduin, Ciro, Avenel, and hundreds of others faces she either knew or did not all seemed to assemble as her eyes fell closed. And with one, soft little chirp, a little sparrow seemed to fly before her eyes, leading her into her rest.

Sadly yes, babs, gotta focus on school first. I may get back into it around Christmas, we shall see

This is the only instance I wish I had rep to give. God bless this man and clarifying, makes things a lot easier to understand.

Update Time! Slayology TankM1A2 JaketheDog115 Wolfdwg ski_king3 And finally, the main reason I have been so busy! So with the World Event that took place today, I can finally show the Antag skins that the Event Team has/will be using! Athael Gazardiael Lah'Xian Tae'im Deific Soldier Generic Angel I Generic Angel II Generic Angel III So with that, that last bit of my update will be that I am going to be temporarily closing my shop for the given moment. With me heading back to university, I'm going to need some time to myself in order to get back into the swing of things. Be that as it may, I will be reopening again sometime in the future. Ciao <3

okay now hold on i can explain

I should be getting started on commissions again this week! It's just been super busy for me, but I'll be messaging you and the others in due time.

[Ambient Music] Being out there, with no one around you for miles and miles can be intimidating. Not a soul around to break the silence, nor witness what you encounter. The world feels silent, as though no other’s footsteps walk the same terrain you do. Then, there is the addition of an eternal winter. Where the flora and greenery remain stark and sparse, thriving only by the coniferous family and those well adapted to survive the biting winds of winter and the ever present snow. The animals do not dwell in these forests for long, and those that do have also changed to counter the cruel conditions that are the Northern Isle of Ceru. But while the landscape may be barren and white, and the beings that dwell here ferocious, there is beauty in all of this, a beauty that one attuned with nature will know and understand. Standing in a clearing, a tanned figure laden with thick furs and many robes stands with her neck craned, looking upwards to the pine canopy. She smiles softly as her glowing green gaze gently flickers between each tree, studying each and every magnificent, towering pine. To an outsider, the tanned woman would appear to be standing in stark silence, but there was more than the outsider could see, or shall we say, hear. “These trees are ancient,” Arahaelth thought to herself, reaching her mittened fingers up to her head and carefully removing her hood from her hair. Allowing the fabric to move away from her hair, her long, dark brown tresses begin to sway with the cool wind, waving about her pointed ears and silver circlet. Within the mind of the elfess, she heard not voices, but songs, in a way. As the druidess listened and watched, a low melody, similar perhaps to the tune of a dwarven ballad, began to emerge- the low, rumbling melody of the ancient pines, existent only within herself and the forest around her. As the afternoon sun smiled down upon her and the snow that covered the land as far as the eye could see, Arahaelth too allowed her lips to curl into a faint, appreciative smile, grateful for the gift she had come to master. With a sigh, she shifts her radiating, green eyes elsewhere, noting a creature that stood along the treeline, as still as the surrounding timber. A doe, with a hide as light as the sand after rainfall, and eyes as deep as the night sky did not move and seemed to watch every movement of the woman before her. With this creature, Arahaelth heard no song, as such was the case with her and the fauna. She could not hear them, nor understand words as people do, but she could feel what it was that the deer felt, a sort of deeper empathy that surpassed normal boundaries. Within her mind, the druidess beckoned the animal come closer, that there would be no harm brought upon the creature should she approach. The doe dare not move, as would be expected given the situation. There were very few that ventured into the Wrun Woods to simply look at the trees and gather wood for burning. This place, while sacred to the mali’fenn, was a place to find game, food for the soldiers to hunt and bring back to their families. Nevertheless, the Grand Princess was a patient woman and glanced to the snow beneath her. With slow, careful movements, she meant to sit upon the frigid ground, shivering lightly as the powdery snow had already begun to make its way past her protective furs. She meant to make herself appear smaller, more approachable to the being. While the doe had not turned and bolted, she had not moved closer; in fact, she had not moved at all. Once more, Arahaelth smiled and relayed the feeling and emotion that the deer was safe, that she had no ill intentions and sought to bring no harm to her. Still, she did not move, frozen in place like the boughs of the pines above the pair. Furrowing her brows, Arahaelth began to think, pondering what she could do to convince the creature to come closer, as the druidess had encountered many animals in her long lifetime, though none had been as rigid and stubborn as this one. She glanced to her satchel and slowly brought her hand within the contents of her bag, keeping her gaze trained on the doe. The movement of various objects within her bag where the only noise offered in the small clearing, the sounds jumping and bounding over the banks of snow between them. Gently, the elfess retracted her hand from within the confines of her bag, opening her palm and revealing a small offering to the creature- a handful of dried berries. With both her offering and coaxing alike, that was all it took to stir the small, tanned animal to move. With careful movements, the doe began to lightly tread across the clearing towards Arahaelth, her nose lowered to the ground as her cautious steps brought her closer. Pausing a few feet away, the woman could see the deer gently sniffing, as though she was searching for an answer as to what it was that she was being offered. A small, tender smile blooms upon the wind-bitten expression of the elfess, leaning forward slightly to offer the food to the animal. Glancing between both offering and woman alike, the doe sniffs the food before beginning to eat, finally looking away from Arahaelth to feed. “There you are, little one, it’s alright,” she says gently. With her free hand, she lifted her palm and paused, meaning not to startle the deer as she began to slowly run her palm over her head. “You’re alright, I’m not going to hurt you.” Once she had made light work of the berries offered to her, the doe returned her sights to Arahaelth and seemed to study the glowing green eyes. WIth a shallow snort, the deer lightly takes a hold of the druidess’ mitten, beginning to tug on it. Chuckling, the woman shakes her head. “I can’t give you anymore, little one.” Jerking her head to the side, the deer manages to pry off the woman’s mitten, turning and bounding back to the tree line with it, her tail wagging quickly as she turned back and stared at the woman. “Hey now! You give that back,” Arahaelth laughs, shifting to her feet and stepping into the snow. With her one covered hand, she dusts the snow off her and laughs, shaking her head at the seemingly playful deer. Trudging forward in the snow, Arahaelth walks along the crunching snow slowly, holding out her bare hand to the deer. “Come now, give it back.” However, the doe had other plans and turned, bounding a few more paces away before turning and wagging her tail. This process continued on for a time, Arahaelth getting closer and closer until she was almost within arm's length before the creature would turn and bound away. Tossing up her arms in frustration, Arahaelth abandons the slow movements and simply begins to walk after the deer, shaking her head. “I need that now, I don’t grow fur like you do.” Instead of running off, the deer to begins to walk, trodding along the snow with the druidess’ mitten held proudly within her teeth before she paused at the base of a massive pine tree, dropping the mitten and turning around to look back at the woman, watching as she approached. Pausing, Arahaelth frowned. Within her chest, she felt an odd, tight, saddening feeling beginning to arise, a feeling that did not belong to her. She glanced about before returning her viridescent hues back to the doe, noting the location of the mitten and what seemed to be a burrow within the massive roots of the towering pine. Cautiously, she crept forward and moved towards the mitten, taking it in her fingers as she squinted, looking into the darkened space beneath the roots. For a few moments, there was no movement and no noise coming from within the hole, provoking the woman to lean back in the snow. Though, as she moved and the snow crunched beneath her, she heard what appeared to be a light, whimpering snort, creating another tingling sense within the druidess’ mind. Crouching down to look into the burrow, she finally manages to adjust her eyes and sees the source of the noise- a fawn, the babe of the doe. Shaking and appearing frightened by the elfess, the little one whimpered and moved as much as possible to get away from her as she reached inwards to retrieve the creature, though it was not much. The fawn was weak, and ill, with hardly any strength to fight back against Arahaelth as she picked him up. There, on the hind quarter of the small deer, was a gash, festering and rotting upon the babe. Nearby, the mother stood idle, watching the woman as she permitted her to hold her child. Tsking softly, Arahaelth takes the little one into her lap, gently petting the fawn’s shaking head on an attempt to calm him, looking over the wound. “Poor oem’ii…” she mutters, frowning as she noted the very linear and well-defined mark, a common sight for someone to have lived around the hunters of the mali’ame for many years. “That’s from an arrowhead…” she murmurs, her expression hardening as she pieces together a possible series of events leading up in her mind. With time, the fawn began to calm in the warmer hold of the tanned elfess, resting its little head atop her knee as the mother watched over her. Sighing softly, Arahaelth reached her hand upward to rub at her frozen and reddened nose, sniffing lightly as she looked at the creature. While ill from the infection, the cold had staved off most of the damage that could have overtaken the little one’s body, leaving the wound open, but frozen. “I think I can fix this…” she mutters, reaching her hand to her side and once more beginning to fish her hand about in her satchel. Extracting her hand once more, she procures a healing poultice, a concoction of herbs already prepared for medicinal usage that she always kept handy. She places the little bundle atop the wound of the fawn, shushing it quietly as he began to squirm, waiting until the little one had settled. Moving now to her water pouch, she would pour a small amount over the bundle of herbs, dampening it before setting her bare palm over the poultice. With a soft sigh, the woman closes her eyes and exhales slowly, beginning to focus her attention on her task and bringing her mental foci to narrow in on the healing process. Nary but the sound of the wind over the snow and the creaking trees accompanied the elfess as soft, melodic incantations began to fall from her lips, communing and healing with her gift given to her by the Aspects. With the sun now beginning to wane in the sky above, Arahaelth finally reopened her eyes once more, looking to the slumbering fawn in her lap and the ever vigilant mother. With her shivering fingers, she slowly removed her healing packet and looked down to the previously injured creature. While she was no cleric or paladin, what little she could do would prove to be proficient. Drawing out the infection and helping heal the scarred skin beneath the fur, the little fawn would be in pain, but would no longer be in serious danger. The elfess herself smiled in relief, herself being a wife and mother and knowing what the pain of watching a loved one suffer will do. Just as she had done prior to retrieving the small creature, Arahaelth took care and gently meant to return the babe to its original place within the burrow, leaning back and looking to the doe who had moved no more than she had when she had first encountered the druidess. Permitting her eyes to fade away and return to their normal brown, the elfess did not need to continue her communion with these creatures, slowly retrieving her mitten and backing away. She knew her actions were right, and there was no animalistic emotion for thank you. But in watching the mother creep back into her den to be with her fawn, she knew it was appreciated, just as she too appreciated all that her deities had gifted her with. So with one last small, gentle smile, she slipped her mitten back over her fingers and turned to gather her firewood and return home.

Just a little update and such: TankM1A2 Sug Wolfdwg Edelrache Malinor Blago Joey Shannon Joey Just as a note @Slayy ◡̈ @TankM1A2 @Jake the Dog @Wolfdwg I haven't forgotten about you, but I am on pause at the moment! I will get in touch with you as soon as I resume and have taken care of my projects for the moment. Anyway, enjoy. <3

Right now I have things on pause as I got many more requests than I thought I would, so submitting a request at the moment may take a while before I get to it.

Oh boy oh boy, lots of requests. Gonna put a pause on this as I catch up, I'll give an update and all when I do!

I'll get a start on these later on after work! @Sug I need your Discord Tag.

LadyRebecca's Armoire Hey hi hello. So for a while now, I've been getting into making skins and such. I can basically put pixels together and sometimes come out with something nice, note the sometimes. You can see my PMC here and here are some nifty pictures. A Wee Darkie A Vicious Orcman An Imperial Empiress A Smelly Druid A Generic Cis-Gendered White Male Now, for the fun part, payment. With the Admin shops and voting readily available, my prices are a bit higher, but hey, you can buy 'em or naw. I'm not forcing you to come to me and have me make your mineman outfits. Payment Details Full Skin (Head + Body): 2.000 minas Head: 500 minas Body: 1,500 minas If you can not do minas, I may take artwork, skin trades, or items as well. You'll have to PM me about that and talk it out with me, yo. Be warned, I work a lot, and I like to RP from time to time, not to mentioning skinning takes time, so I may be a bit getting to your commissions. Be patient or face my wrath. Also, give me reference photos pls. I can work a lot faster and better if I have a picture to base my pixels on. If you're interested, use this format in the comments below: Request Format Username: Discord Tag: Skin Type (Head/Body/Full Body): Steve/Alex Model: References/Description: Character Details: Type of Payment: Proof of Payment: Amazing Song: So yeah, I'll keep this thread updated and stuff and things. Oh and make sure the song is good, otherwise I'm gonna put you at the bottom of my list <3. -Ciao, LadyRebecca