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I laid prone on the melting frost behind the crest of the hill, awaiting the attack. It was a cold and fresh early morning and the sun had just begun to rise over the hills and although there was the crunch of snow underfoot not far beneath was the grass of the hills and the mold of the leaves and needles of the trees. Romantics imagine the fighting of war to take place on foggy and clouded days but really these are the days of rest and respite from combat and movement. The days of action are days like that one was, when the weather is clear and it is not too cold and maybe winter has just removed its talons from the back of the earth, so that the air is chilly but the sun is warm. In those days we were fighting the Suticans, but after a while it is not about who you are fighting but what you are fighting for. I still do not know what I fought for but I do know that I fought, and I believe I fought well but I fought with fear. Perhaps that is why I fought well, because I had the fear. My column of irregulars was eighteen strong, and we ate and drank what the foothills of the Northwestern Mountains would grant us, which was sometimes nothing, and our horses we had gotten from a surprise attack on a short wagon train in the winter. They were strong animals bred and trained for war and we had twenty-two of them but not all soldiers rode so we used some as pack horses. We made camp in the valleys and there was much merriment but also some sickness and conflict. We had grown restless in the winter and that is not a good thing for soldiers, even irregulars, to feel. But we were refreshed and ready to resume fighting even if there was some nervousness. Our first assignment of the war-making season came from a man under MacDroch who handled our detachment. His name was Petersen and when you spoke to him it seemed like he wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible. He was a wiry man with a small face and fading hair but we respected him even though he did not fight anymore. A regular cavalry brigade stationed in a camp north of Aegrothond intercepted a Sutican aide-de-camp and found a docket which was promptly brought under MacDroch’s eyes. A Sutican supply wagon with few escorts would be moving north and we were stationed closest to it. From the beginning I did not like the assignment, which was to intercept the wagon and deliver it to friendly lines. It was the poor kind of assignment, the kind that is not of the utmost importance to the planners but where some attempt to carry it out must be made regardless. We had a week to organize and plan and this part was left entirely up to us. As a collective we decided it would be best to split into two squads of nine on either side of the road and await a signal before releasing a volley of bolts, then charging. If the enemy was insurmountable then we would fall back into the hills which we knew but the enemy did not, and where we could not be found if we were careful. But much of war is luck and in this war there was no exception, so there was still fear that we would fail, and there was much talk of this. But if you fear failure and death you cannot fight as well as one who does not, and we all knew this. The day came and it was chilly and clear like I have said before, and all day we awaited the caravan but it did not come. When the sun had nearly set and the brilliant tapestry of orange and purple was being woven, our scout in the forest reported that he had seen our mark on the dirt road which ran close to the stream. So, silent as mice, we got into our positions and readied our bows and waited until finally we heard the tumbling of wheels. In the front were two mounted officers, clad in blue jackets and stained white breeches with the crests of the cavalry on their breasts and helmets. There were soldiers similarly colored with cheerful faces and of all races who rode the wagons, sometimes walking alongside them. I aimed my bow at the chest of one such man, closest to me, and traced his path as he moved along. And then the order to fire came and I pulled the metal trigger of my crossbow, and for a moment feared that it had caught but the bolt flew straight and true and embedded itself in his throat. All around was the twanging of drawstrings and the whirring of arrows and the foot soldiers fell like sacks of sand onto the ground, some clutching at their wounds, shrieking and crying with agony, others silent but breathing, others writhing, others dead or dying, but all with faces contorted in pain as blood pooled on or beneath them. The first officer lay dead on the ground among his men, two bolts protruding from his chest, the other had a bolt through his eye and remained attached by his stirrups to his horse, which was pale and white with black eyes. Its dead rider leaned to the side and fell off several moments later with a thud and a cloud of dust. Crimson blood quickly pooled beneath his head and he breathed his last breath. The carriage horses were stopped and the officers’ horses ran, and the second signal to approach came from the opposite side of the road. We ambled forward, down the slope of the hill. The scene there was more gruesome than it had been from afar but we were used to the gore of the dead and the agony of the living. Some were not wounded quite as badly as others and these cried out to us, but many of their voices were warped by pain. “The war is over! Ended this morning!” cried one, his voice marred by the gurgling of blood.

((OOC)) MC Name : Lyrolin Do you have Teamspeak?/Are you willing to download it? : Yeah, but in my current situation I can't really use a mic, nor do I have one. Timezone : CT Do you have a Skype? If yes type it down or PM it to me: U know it dawg (xradeiiix) ((RP)) Name : Max Drake Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Heartlander Why do you wish to serve the Eternal Mubarizun?: Because Kaia told me to. Do you abide by the Rightly Guided Faith[Al’iiman Rashidun]? If not, which faith do you follow? : Yes, although I follow no fairh strongly, but I will die for it if needed. Please tell us a bit of your background ((A short paragraph )) : I was born in Felsen, hated it. Lived in the grove for a while. That was fun, until everyone went crazy. Then I ran across Vailor for a few years. Then I moved back to Felsen and studied stuff there. Then I moved here, but we had to go to Axios.

Beautiful. The best part is this could be interpreted as either a shitpost or not a shitpost.

I was thinking more along the lines of a friendly, playable race. Similar to the game UnReal world, if you have ever heard of it or played it.

Ideally they would be a seperate race. Perhaps descended from the ancient elven race?

Thanks, and seeing as I'm not a very good writer or lore creator, it would be very nice to have some help! Not to say that I would leave it all to you, of course.

Than Thanks!

I can't seem to fix that spacing, believe me, I tried.

Disclaimer: This idea is extremely experimental and not even really lore. I am open to any criticism or further ideas, and would love to hear your thoughts on my idea. Now. Onto the idea. My plan is for the race to be an ancient, humanoid, indigenous race in Axios. They lead simple lives as hunter-gatherers, but aren't unintelligent, and may not speak common at first, but may eventually. They live on the island of Ceru, hunting the native animals, setting up different clans and harvesting plants (in the Summer.) They have one chieftain, or Goman, and a seer, the Sinum. The duties of the chieftain include leading hunts, planning expansion or relocation of camp, and appointing the next chieftain. They may appoint soldiers, or Iru. The duties of the seer are healing injured tribesmen, foreseeing significant events, (Don't know if this should be real or fake magic, I'll wait until you guys give me your input.) and being a religious leader. Additionally, the Sinum must choose and train an apprentice during their span of seer-hood. (?) There will be 4 clans; the wandering Kaji, the hunting Kini, the peaceful farming clan Kepi, and the pillaging Kojo. Kaji- The Kaji clan wanders across the wilds of Ceru, setting up and leaving camp as they go. Many die during winter, but it is argued that this lets only the strong survive. . . Kini- The Kini clan have a permanent camp, but send out many hunters in spring and summer, and have mastered the arts of cooking and preserving meat cuts. They have trained and bred the local wolves to hunt alongside them. Kepi- The Kepi clan are farmers and traders, trading with all other clans with the exception of the Kojo. They farm during the summers and spring, and hunt for a small portion of their food. Kojo- The Kojo are raiders, pillaging and never making anything of their own. Their women have no rights except to breed more soldiers, and they are feared by all other clans, although the Kini pay tribute to be protected from raids. Again, I would love to see your feedback, thoughts, and criticisms, so please reply if you have any. Also, I used comic sans MS on purpose.

I think this is a well done and well thought out idea. I would love to see this introduced. Also, maybe they came from something similar to Valinor in LOTR?

I recently got a microscope built by a tinkerer in Skyfall. (As well as some specimen trays.) Anyways, I decided to try breeding mold and fungi, BC why not? I've been devoting a lot of RP to studying the mold, as the fungi was boring and no cross-breeding either. I took RP notes, named the specimens, nearly lost a pinky finger, and I just wanted this to be recognized and for people to see this. I will edit this and post more later, but here we go. Godem looked carefully at man before him, who claimed to have recieved the microscope from Bjael. "Okay then, thanks for passing it on to me." Godem carried the microscope to the alchemy tower, where he took the rotten food and extracted the first sample: a simple, common yellow mould. He searched for a different color specimen, and quickly found a blue mold. He extracted this one as well, and placed it in the dish with the yellow mold. They intermingled for a few moments, and soon began converging on the borderline between the 2 colors. The molds stayed like this for a few generations. (A generation is roughly 25 OOC seconds, depending on the lifespan of the specimen.) Godem noticed that the specimens were breeding into a pale blue color, which quickly devoured the organic matter of the inferior generations. Godem noticed how vicious this mold was, but was it considered carnivorous? He went to the Scholar's Rest and grabbed some pork, which he dropped a sample of into the dish. It was covered by the creatures rather quickly, but he seemed to notice this generation slowly dying out. He curiously added some water to the dish, and the specimens flourished. But now, he was speculating on how to further breed an already aggressive specimen. He took a break from this and was surprised to meet his old alchemy teacher, Lentos, in Sanctuary. They talked, and Godem had some books to return, so Godem led him to Skyfall. Alas, it was time for Lentos to leave, but Godem knew where to find him. (Classified.) At the site, there was a huge crater and a pale blue powder in the air. Godem was surprised to find a man, Lyu, in the crater, putting out fire. They chatted, scavenged what they could for a new lab, and departed. However, Godem had contracted Thamium sickness from the blue powder in the air, and had a cough. He returned to Skyfall, where he tried to cough into the dish with a newer specimen, that follow patterns of others. For instance, a drop of blood in the dish would cause the specimen to suddenly require oxygen, and it would take the shape of a blood cell. Anyhow, he coughed in the dish, and didn't notice any difference. Didn't /notice./ (I need a CT to further continue this. It's as far as I've gotten. I got healed BTW.) Update: I established some basic rules about mold and fungi. Here they are: Molds breed through spores. Therefore, to breed two molds exclusively, one must have them both in a covered, air-sealed container. When two molds breed, the physically dominant mold will have dominant genes, such as behavior and diet. Color is decided by the colors of the parents. If a mold is separated, and the two sides are kept apart for several generations, even if the environment stays the same, they will adapt differently.