Morigung-oog

This came as a suggestion from multiple scion players.

[Private letter, do not metagame.] No wingbeat announces the arrival of Valindra's seldom-seen courier Crow. One moment the air is empty, the next it is simply there, perched upon the window sill of Elijah's room in the dead of night. It lingered, as pale as frost and as silent as the grave, depositing a single envelope emblazoned with the jet-black seal that the 'aheral had come to recognise over the decades they'd exchanged correspondence. It observes Elijah with eyes enveloped in a ghostly mist, letting down its guard to hop around playfully only when the letter had been accepted. And then, the moment Elijah turned his sights from the phantasmal corvid to the note provided, it vanishes... @PrinceTheDM

"I won't defend Haelun'or, but I will defend that I personally had no aggressive intentions against Galahad, and instead my mongrel of a nephew decided he wished to play Emperor or Elvenkind." The 'fenn droned lifelessly from her bed, having succumbed to the same sickness seemingly as the Imperial family. "The Bronze Tyrant will eventually fall, with or without my interference."

returned from my hiatus briefly to +1 this.

I feel like if this is the standard, almost every magic should be considered evil.

A lot of dark magics don't offer the potential to be neutral. Naz and Necro lock a persona into an inherently evil path; Mystic and blood magic allow for a more neutral path which imo I really appreciates as it promotes far more creativity when making a character. Blood magic, like mystic, is only evil imo depending on how a character chooses to utilise it. Also ngl I'm of the firm belief that outside Naz and Necro [which are impossible to justify] every magic should offer potential for a neutral or even good path. Railroading people down wicked paths for certain niches is cringe. Was also told by ST that dark magic is not dark because it is evil, but because it draws upon mortal energies. Dark does not necessarily equate to evil. Same goes for deific as the aengudaemons are the absolute embodiment of their domains, for better or for worse-- this means Xan could be oppressive, Tahariae can be genocidal etc.

Darkspawn testing is cringe and a gateway to bad faith encounters. It shouldn't exist.

yes. let us weed out the child crpers defeating demons at 8

I was going to make a LOTC-inspired dnd campaign- you beat me to it! Very cool!

A high-ranking member of the Inquisition and advisor to a number of refugee magi groups on the realm did not seem troubled by this notice as much as once might have expected her to be. The time for anger, hate had long since passed. With a soft sigh, the note was folded and tucked into an ever-growing folder nestled among countless others. This one, however, carried a distinct red tab on the edge that set it apart from the rest. "..One would have thought he'd know better than to play these games by now."

A well-known, infamous Fennic rebel looked upon the missive and those invited with that of a faint smirk, remarkably unperturbed upon noting the invite extended to her longtime tormentors. "As much as I loathe them, they do make good meatshields." The knight mused to her husband over her morning tea.

Somewhere, a repentant exorcist stirred. These transgressions against the veil would not stand. Strife readied their thirsting blade.

ragebait used to be believable

Very nice. IC beef aside, the Fennic playerbase have been a longstanding part of the community and I'm very intrigued to see where they take the direction of their roleplay this time. :)

Valithael smiled to her boss a little too knowingly. It seemed she had something to do with this. A final letter was sent to both Lorandil and Hymnal. Very good. I trust you shall both play nice in the future. Do not force my intervention again. -Lots of love, Valindra @acronius_@Mynto

A letter would fall upon the desks of both Hymnal and Lorandil. It is not delivered by courier, rather simply appearing one day, seemingly out of thin air. The contents were stark, direct and brief, yet still somehow conveyed the message intended with a surgical precision. I grow tired of your petty bickering, gentlemen. Resolve your issues or force my hand. Your squabbles are bad for business. -Val @Mynto@acronius_

You know where to find me Turbo. For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here.

A pallid magus inhaled sharply through her nostrils. Of course, the notice was pinned to her board. She gazed over each of the names, some guilty, some victims of circumstance. "... Time to play 'hero' again." Sighed the ancient, impure elf. She knew well that they would not do the same for her; they hadn't before. She was, and always would be a scapegoat. A letter would arrive, delivered to the hands of Lorandil by some invisible, unseeable force. The pristine parchment contained a simple, stark message; a summons. You are hereby summoned to Alduun, by order of Holy Ser Valithael af Bene Lisse. You may bring one ally to accompany you. Your safety shall be guaranteed. Do not keep me waiting.

A discordant choir wept in not-so-solitude, having sensed the Veil's shifting, a soul-- beloved-- passing unto finality. "... Peace, dear Admiral, peace. Know it well and know it at long last. It is a mercy well-deserved." Another trinket was added to her garden of departed friends- gone but never truly forgotten.

An old Pertinaxi loyalist jumped for joy as the armor and symbolism of her ancient allies rose to prominence anew. "We're so back."

"At this point, the dead horse isn't so much beaten as it is reduced to a bloody pulp." An irritated rebel, sworn to eternal vengeance against the mali'fenn grumbled. "Let it die. Even my grandmother agrees you spit upon the legacy of your ancestors." A hand raised instinctively to brush over her own back, and then the back of her own hand, a grimace overtook the traumatized elf's features.

Used to steal or deface the thrones of nations who pissed my character off.

Sir Antonius's wingwoman gave her boss a thumbs up. "Go gettem, tiger."

"I find that I almost pity them, you know. Funny, I didn't think it possible." A pallid elfess confided to her would-be prodige from the security of ivory towers she'd spent far too long avoiding. The words came plainly, candidly, with only the barest trace of solemnity-- it was as though the fennic renegade had locked away any emotion too great to handle. Her gaze lingered on the High Witch of Idunia, as though searching for a sign that Vivien had finally come to grasp the very core of the lesson she'd been trying to teach not only her, but the greater realm for centuries now. Whether she believed the young mage would provide the correct insight or not was unknown, locked away by the pokerface built on the foundation of the sorrows and betrayals encountered through her lifetime. "They stood side by side, unable to look past the blockade of petty mortal ambitions... Some still possessed an ounce of sense, and yet chose to remain, chose death still when life was offered." Her head tilted askew, looking upon documents finished in all but those final, sealing signatures, quiet and contemplative for but a few, fleeting seconds, as though to allow the weight of Veilward's folly to truly sink in. "One can't help but wonder, Vivien, as to how many more shall perish for their fruitless cause." There was no anger in her expression, no bitterness in the jaded elf's tone, only thoughtfulness amidst logical conjecture. Her gaze drifted to an urn that sat within her home, settled among candles, flowers and incense, a fallen friend perhaps. "You witness the folly of magi, Vivien. Witness it and witness it well. They thought themselves partners, yet have proven themselves pawns. This is the product of poor leadership. They didn't need to pay the price, and yet through ignorance-- and skilful manipulation-- they unknowingly chose to." Her head dipped, lorraine signed in some show of respect for the fallen. No matter how greatly she despised, distrusted, she would still mourn the mortal souls torn from the plane. "I cannot prevent what comes next. Not anymore. They were warned and now they must reap what they sow." With a swift pivot on her heels, Holy Ser Valithael made off for the bustling streets of Idunia, burdened by the knowledge that she could not halt the wave of death both she and Ark had set in motion. A necessary evil, she thought. "You will visit me in the coming days-- and tell me all you've learned. Record every name of the hunted, of the fallen and know that their immortal souls are the final cost of magely arrogance." @Frisket A missive would be posted beneath Zilvira's for all wayward magi to witness, be they of Veilward or otherwise. The contents were short, concise and undeniably stark. If you truly care for the veil and the balance it protects, report to me in Idunia. Grant me the names of the guilty. Repent and you will be spared. Do not mistake my clemency for forgiveness. You have all failed in your duties as magi. This mercy will not be extended a second time. Do not squander it.

IGN: HeeroZero Name: Crumena of Kameez Age: I am an elf of boundless age and wisdom. Gender: Male [Virile] The team you’re playing for: Fertile women of High Elven descent. Femboys optional but encouraged. Interests: Xan, mourning Xan, longing for the sweet embrace of a woman or death [whichever comes first]. Extra info: Please forward the expected tidal wave of responses to my darling secretary. Women shall be afforded the privilege of siring my offspring and contributing to the greatest elven line ever to grace Aos and Eos. All partners in life are second to my one true love, my dear, darling radiant sun, Xan. Please respond. By the Sunlit Lord I'm so damned lonely.