Morigung-oog

Valindra offered a solemn smile as word reached her. The 'thill decided she'd pay a visit to Levian'Tol and his hot dwarven wife sometime to offer ideas as to how to celebrate the freedom from the responsibility of leading a nation, especially since her own ideas involved copious amounts of drinking.

Among Us in LOTC? I dig it. Pretty cool concept, though the piece itself would need more fleshing out. I believe there may even be a format somewhere on the forums if you're up for a little digging. The mere idea of this creature means I shan't be sleeping tonight. Rather than it being a voidally created creature in folklore, the first thing I thought was 'Hey, this could be a bastardization of druidic shapeshifting.' I don't actually know much about druids, but that was my initial thought. Nice idea though!

I wish I wasn't scared...

An exhausted Okarir, who had been slaving away to repair the voidal blights exhaled a long sigh. “This is going to prove troublesome. Aren’t they aware of the dangerous voidal blight left by the reckless magi of Ando Alur in the wake of the city’s fall? Ultimately I wouldn’t not care if I and many others were not in the process of trying to solve a situation that many to believe highly dangerous.” Valindra threw her arms up in frustration, the diplomat, now sporting telltale signs of fatigue shifted her attention to her various papers, jotting in an item on her excessively long to-do list in bold capital letters. ”Cleansing anything will be considerably more difficult with a gaggle of angry Haensemen around every corner.”

A former slave, albeit not to the Uruks smiled, retrieving a long roll of parchment dropping down to the floor and training behind her. At the top, the bold letters 'Okarir'maehr's To-do List' were written out neatly in blank ink. It took her a while to find a space to cram in an extra item on the list but when she did, she underlined it, even going as far as to put asterisks on either side. A nod was given once the ink had dried and the parchment had been rolled up. Where once there was blank parchment, now there was 'BUY THE DWED A ROUND OR TWO, AND ENSURE THE BOOZE DOES NOT TASTE LIKE URINE. TAKE SOME TIME TO CELEBRATE , VALINDRA, YOU STIFF OLD BAT!'

This isn’t it, chief. I know that personally, my character has folks all over Arcas that she writes to in order to stay updated on various happenings because currently it makes little sense for her to icly be venturing outside of Haelun’or. I agree with the removal of birds from combat encounters but overall, for anything else, I think it will annoy some players to the extent that they’ll use the system anyway, even if it does violate rules or find new ways to meta. If players can abuse it, they will. if you take away a much used aspect of Roleplay completely so players can’t abuse it, then they will find other systems to abuse to achieve the same goal as before. But an idea: for combat birding, consent from all groups present is needed. Complicated but also a decent compromise IMO. Idea 2: Electric Boogaloo: Have combat birds at the very least sent to the recipient’s primary home city. All very vague ideas right now since I’m half asleep, but I imagine entirely removing the bird system will piss of a load of RPers.

The Okarir'maehr had gathered a group of 'thill upon a hill to watch the entire ordeal. She exhaled a sigh as though the entire affair had been but a mild inconvenience. While a few in her company were debating which group on Almaris was more impure than others, she turned to speak to those not engaged in the debate. "This is a stark reminder to all today of the hubris of magi, and the very reason I refuse to pass on my arcane gifts to future generations. Ultimately, ignorant magi tend to create messes, and then leave others to clean them up. " Valindra remarked coldly as she felt the ground tremble beneath her, her staff in hand as she gazed upon her beloved city. "I wonder how many sacrificed their lives to seal the tear, only to be shamed by those around them who do not recall the voidal tear crisis of Arcas, where multiple tears of enormous size littered the entire continent, where many lost and gave their lives to ensure that those who came after them could continue in a realm where those who perished hoped that history would not repeat itself." For a moment, a brief flash of sorrow appeared in the veteran's eyes, and her head gave a slow shake. "Quite a few lliran sacrificed themselves during those turbulent times. A half-uruk, known as Bonehead, threw himself into the maw of a voidal horror during the voidal horror invasion of Curon. Even a creature as blatantly stupid as that halfbreed knew the sheer amount of trouble those tears caused, and what could have occurred if we did not put an end to them. Her gaze panned down to the voidally enchanted skeleton key that sat on a chain around her neck, a memento from those terrible aforementioned times. "And yet... All those deaths the last time were in total vain as near a century later, a group of mages decide to abuse that which almost drove us from Arcas. The tears. And what is more disturbing... These mages can't have been inexperienced to bring about what I assume is an enchantment so potent, it could lift a whole mass of land... They likely knew all too well the cost of their foolishness." Valindra gritted her teeth as she made her way down the steps of Haelun'or, towards the front gates to await any refugees. The clinic had been prepped, the sillumir alerted and birds sent out to her numerous contacts to not only inform them that she, herself was unharmed, but to check that they had not become a part of the initial deathcount. Her mind drifted elsewhere then, instead edging towards the thoughts of the mages who had raised Ando Alur. "What reasoning did these imbeciles have? Did they wish to boast, show off, put on a show or were their intentions far darker? Did they plan to destroy Ando Alur, voidally taint the area to a point where mundanes could barely lift the sword they so frequently raise to defend us? Unfortunately, if any of such were the motives, they failed all. Ando Alur lives on in its people and the druii can easily purge any remaining scarring as they did on Arcas. The only things that shall remain as a reminder of their crimes is a mass of rubble and what I can only assume are multiple nations of furious individuals. Not even Haelun'or knew of the raising of this island until it was too late. Elsohaer and I knew well that it would crumble eventually, and thus we had prepared." As word reached her of the events leading up to Ando Alur's fall, she pursed her lips. "The mages were too lazy to clean up their own failed experiment. The number of fatalities continues to rise. It honestly says something when a group unrelated to the rising of Ando Alur has to be the one to sacrifice its own loyal soldiers to prevent any further, more severe damage from occurring... And yet, I sense the history books shall tell this tale differently. Those ignorant to the workings and nature of voidal tears shall twist the story, make heros villains and villains heros." She turned then to wander into the clinic while others took over waiting at the front gates for the wave of refugees from the fallen sky city. Lowering herself to a sit, the elfess, exhausted from years worth of preparation for this event, felt the burden of having to manage such anticipation wash away, a weight akin to thousands of souls resting upon her shoulders. "The tear had to be sealed or we would have sustained far more significant losses than one city and several people. No choice was completely morally good, but the lesser of two evils was certainly closing it off before more damage could be done. This all could have been avoided if those fools hadn't lifted the damned city in the first place. For once, I agree with the Dragonkin. The voidal magi created the wound, the Dragonkin were merely halting the bleeding. Now, I imagine the druids will have to see to it that infection is purged and the wound is healed." The 'thill paused, regarding the few naysayers she'd met while Ando Alur was afloat who claimed all would be well. A smirk curled at her pale lips, and her eyes fluttered to a close. She needed to restore her energy in time for the cleanup missions and patients she would likely have to aid with. Even so, while her mind drifted towards more pleasant thoughts, she couldn't help but whisper up to the ceiling, despite knowing such would reach no ears. "I told you so."

“I wonder how long the peace will last.” The ‘thill remarked with a faint snort as the news reached her. “I imagine relations shall soon turn sour. One does not simply suppress Uruk bloodlust.”

Valindra grimaced as news was swift to reach her. The former imperial elfess shook her head as she went about sipping her glass of legion red in the depths of her sillumir office. “It is something I am going to have to learn for the sake of trying to translate and explain to my ‘thill brethren what possessed this mali to butcher two different languages. Unfortunately, I doubt I will ever know the answer.” The Okarir exhaled a lengthy sigh before reading the paper she’d been provided with more thoroughly, a small half chuckle, half groan leaving her at one particular phrase. “They even decided to bastardise Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. Silver preserve me, this is how you single-handedly anger not one but all non-imperial elven settlements. This mix of human and elven tongues not only accepts the potential tainting of pure elven and valah blood through cross breeding, but also encourages it. Should be entertaining to see imperial elves at least attempt to spread the language to mali lands.”

“By all means knock yourself down.” The Okarir’maehr exhaled a soft sigh and gave a slow, disapproving shake of her head. “But do not drag those you consider or considered lliran down with you. It does not show you in a very flattering light.” Valindra muttered under her breath, shifting a hand through her silvery tresses. “You had already made your point the first time you said you were resigning, let along the second when you decided to yell about your impurities for all to hear and this, the third, where you try to further defame those who believed in you. Such a dramatic approach of declaring your impurities is something I would have expected of a Sutican from a time we both remember all too well.”

A former izkuthii player approves. +1

An exhausted Okarir exhaled a sigh of relief as the reinforcements had finally arrived. She turned, retreating to the safe depths of her manor to enjoy some well overdue rest.

The Okarir'maehr entered a brief state of panic at the concept of attendees dressing in indecent Elvenessi garb and thus she began to search for items she could give to give inadequately dressed groups to cover up any scandalous flesh on display. Valindra was not a seamstress so she scoured the Haelun'or farms for some old beet sacks. She cut three extra holes. One at the bottom of the sack for the head and two a tad further up to accommodate the arms. The legs could fit through the top of the sack. She spent hours making countless beet sack modesty preservers until eventually, the walking encyclopedia turned fashion designer was satisfied with the number she had created. Now all she needed was a name for her fashion concept, when it finally dawned upon her, her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers. "Beet Chic, exquisite 'thill-made couture for the questionably pure and impure Mali."

The Krawn-Hoarding elf's stomach growled at the thought of the snacks while her parched throat yearned for the water that was being served the right way!

Somewhere, an elf with her collecton of old black and gold krawns sweats.

When you love reading and reviewing but HATE writing with a burning passion like no other.

Man, I remember when I first met you playing Mr. Alfius Elpyne in Belvitz on Atlas as Vex. That feels far more than two maps away. I loved RPing with you and the times we shared as Belvitz's medical professionals and beyond and it has been truly amazing watching you develop as a player on the server and becoming such a big part of the community as ST. Wherever you go from here on out, I wish you all the best and if you have any screenshots of the good ol' days or simply want to chat, my discord is easy to reach. If you do decide to return, drop me a pm and we'll plan some tomfoolery. One more thing: Valindra is remaking Alfius's InfertiliTEA and is going to be peddling it in his honor. This is your legacy.

"So quick are the 'Fenn to turn on one of their own.. And twice. I've seen bloodthirsty uruks who believe more in redemption than these fools." A certain 'thill remarked as news reached her at long last, though she was by no means unhappy. In fact, Valindra was beside herself with glee, letting out a maniacal laugh at the news. "Justice delivered to the so-called vigilant of justice, though. Oh, how the tables have turned!"

The formerly fennic aligned Okarir’maehr simply laughed. This was the best thing she’d heard in years. She was far from stupid and the books of true value were certainly not placed in touching distance of filthy degenerate hands. She clicked her tongue as she assessed the damage caused. “Only the ignorant attack a hub of knowledge, destroying it rather than gaining it in this childish tantrums because they don’t approve of our mission. Rather pathetic, in truth. I’ve seen ologs make a more persuasive argument that these impure fools.” The librarian let go of a soft yawn as she rolled her shoulders, more humoured than anything else. “Still, they give us activity and entertainment. Finally elsillumiran can put their training to good use. They call it genocide, I call it pest control.”

"Perfect example of how to avoid degeneracy; well done, dear Seraphite!" The elfess praised her friend from the depths of her office within the Silver State. However, the 'thill paused as she realised how in danger she was in having her ears 'flopped' by one of her few valah friends. Nobody in their right mind would dare lay their hands on the Okarir'maehr, lest they wished to receive an icicle to the gut. And so, Valindra brought a piece of fine parchment and dipped her quill in her inkwell, beginning to pen a letter addressed to her friend. "To my good llir, Feodor, I know what's rattling in that human dome of yours. Don't even think about it. With Regards, Valindra." With that, the bird the letter was attached to was sent off at lightning speeds, hopefully reaching her fellow librarian before it was too late. @Sander

As word reached Valindra, she fondly recalled that one time in Haelun'or when her, Rhewen and others tried to get their hands on the booze behind the tavern's bar, only for all of them to get their asses handed to them by the seemingly indestructable wooden door that stood as a barrier between them and the goods. "Rest easy and wherever you are, I hope you have free access to alcohol without the threat of being knocked out by running into doors." A small smile thinned her lips as the dwed who she'd come to like over only one meeting, became immortalized in bortu history.

Big surprise, Valindra is a True Goth.

From somewhere, a dark haired former Fenn who recalled well the peak of the Reivers in Atlas, gave a maniacal chuckle. This was going to be interesting.

The Okarir’maehr hums softly as she read this missive before nodding in approval. She’d have to thank Lleinde for attempting at the very least to prevent the chaos that likely was to come. Valindra, the master evocationist and firefighter extraordinaire also grumbled at the fact she’d now missed not one, but two fires in the state. She was losing her touch, though the second one was missed largely thanks to her skygod drinking and nursing a hangover.

YIKES... Suppose I'm old :// I be 20.