Wulfric

AND SO IT FINALLY HAPPENED It was a sunny day, the soot stained dwarf wandered up to the marble gates with nothing but a bag of berries on that Almarisian cliff, tall figures with pointy ears seemed to converse on the other side of the gate. - An excerpt from the Metaldrinks journals, Book 1, Chapter 1: The end of Almaris. The beginning of the journey. There he laid unmooving on the floor, his innards decorating the floor as figures in the background seemed almost at each others throats for their prize. Fire engulfed the left flank, Cloudbreaker's fiery corrupted breath wiped out the orcish and dwarven delegation to the backline in the matter of seconds, the undead scaled the walls with their clawy digits, grasping upwards to the living as if reaching for dear life. - An excerpt from the Metaldrinks journals, Book 1 Chapter 2: The end of Almaris. The siege of Balian. His goodwill taken advantage of for the last time, yet in the end he had accepted fate for what it is. Stone cracked as water emerged in large geysers from the torn pavement, the Mori'quessir's assault on that marbled city ontop the cliff bore fruit as the inhabitants were forced to flee or drown, the refugees took a moment before they made their way to the ruins of Savoy, the last bastion. - An excerpt from the Metaldrinks journals, Book 1, Chapter 3: The end of Almaris. Fall of Purity. Life can be unfair, he had a nagging feeling it would happen, yet he wanted to believe in people, life had one last lesson for him. The forest was quiet, the other dwedmar side eyed the shrubbery nervously, out of the corner of ones eye i could see it, the beast was toying with us. - An excerpt from the Metaldrinks journals, Book 2, Chapter 1: The Mountains anger. The Legend of Crothstad. The remains of his soul went on, the marks pull tugging it from the soulstream to the gates of Kor, where he awaited judgement. That unnatural darkness would give little way, even as the battle raged on inside the Harrower's fortress, Tyrand, i witnessed a Norlander fly through the revealed darkness only to dissapear on the other end, from the direction of where the shadow's champion was fighting. - An excerpt from the Metaldrinks journals, Book 2, Chapter 2: The Mountains anger. The Ailmere campaign. Yet as his story ends and the fate of his soul is unknown, he had along the way left small marks in the minds of others during in his journey. I set foot on the island along with the dwedmar delegation, the dragon Elden had forced us off our ship, a titanic golden knight wielding a spear descended from the heavens to do battle with a equally large dragon in the distance, the battle between Xan and Azdromoth was raging. - An excerpt from the Metaldrinks journals, Book 2, Chapter 3: The Mountains anger. Apotheosis. And in the remains of the inheritance he leaves behind, although the artifacts were now in other hands of others, is a treasure trove left behind. It was beneath one of the many gates that was scattered across the continent, the others stayed back out of fear of a trap as they stood before the ancient battlefield, i reached down to pick up Gael and Stral amongst the corpses, my skin was set aflame in blue that left everlasting scars. - An excerpt from the Metaldrinks journals, Book 2, Chapter 4: The Mountains anger. Tools of a Champion. [!] The following is a document amongst his belongings, the paper had yellowed and was covered with dust Lily, my little blossom, if you are reading this, then i have passed on to the Stargush'stroh, id wish it would have been different but life doesnt always go the way you want it to, please accept my final gift for you. Farewell. To Lily Metaldrinks - i leave all i owned to you, with a few exceptions that will be mentioned below, i wont force you to carry on the legacy ive made, you are your own young woman and are in charge of your own destiny. As i wandered through the gatehouse, i got the first good look at the home of Krug's children, it sat atop a large stone pillar, a singular bridge was all that connect it to the outside. - An excerpt from the Metaldrinks journals, Book 1, Bonus chapter: The end of Almaris. A visit to the Ironhorde. To Kobo Metaldrinks - Yeah you probably didnt expect this you little trouble maker, for the sake of you leaving Lily alone ive actually left something for you, my artifacts, the mind sword from the underdark wielded by Lady Velkora herself of clan Duskrynn, the helmet and bow of the legendary hunter Crothstad and the tools of Orsathiels champion, Gael and Stral. Now leave my daughter alone you git! It was in that valley i first saw it, griffons had made their nests in the trees of Hefrumm, looming over the valley was the entrance to the home of the mountain folk, and my kin. - An excerpt from the Metaldrinks journals, Book 1, Bonus chapter: The end of Almaris. A trip home. There are many folks ive met through my life that may have questions regarding this, but i cannot answer them, for i am dead and you are looking at a piece of paper. HOWEVER ive a couple of things to say to them all, live your life and dont delay in your decisions, carry out your dreams. and lastly Â̶̤̘͔̯͆͋͋͆͊́͊̀̔͌͋̕͝͝v̷̨̡̛͇̗͎̬̖͈̣̮̟̼͖̺͒̏̃͌̆̏̓͑̚͜e̸͚̜̩̭̱̺̦͐n̷̡͉̳̹̯͕̺̭̺̖̑͋͐̕e̵̡͔̖̮̗̞̳͒͗͋̓͆͒͘͝g̴̨̙̮̭̜̦̫̱̫̜̈́͒̿͒͜͝ẻ̷̡̨͖͍͔̫͇̦̪̥̹̥̜̤̺̂͑̓͛̈͌̎͌̆̂͘͘ ̷̣̭̝̟̗̀̀̆͂́̓͑͒̓̋̇̚m̸̜̼̱̣̜͈̪̀̈́̑̀̇͝e̷̛̫̯͍͚̦̣̠͍͖̯͒̌͐͆̔̒̆͌̉̌͜͝

which age and faction is your favorite? mine is late age Ulm

[!] A Poster was attached to surfaces throughout Azuras, no tavern notice board was spared. To the pioneers and those looking for a new life. I, Obok of clan Metaldrinks, would like to invite settlers for the still-in-construction crustacean fishing village Shiroi yá (White Cliff) amongst Kiba Shotō (the Fang Archipelago). If you are interested in catching lobsters on those sun kissed islands, gazing out at the clear blue waters and living in a low taxation environment that is pleasing to the eyes, then send a letter to me and we can arrange a meeting. The main religion of White Cliff is pantheon spiritualism, also known as Pretenders who all, vye amongst themselves to one day become the Pantokrator. There are however, some terms that must be fulfilled listed below: - While humans, elves and orcs are welcome, those of dwarf kind will need special permission from the Shugo to settle within. - White Cliff is a place of spirituality, while worship of the pantheon is not mandatory, it is highly encouraged to engage with the spirits. - Respect the rights and commands of the Samurai of Yorumachi (Night City) - Not accepting political partisans - Voidal Practitioners must find peace within themselves that they will never be allowed to make tears in reality, their pylons however may be discussed for the purpose of keeping any atronach alive that they may own. - No practitioners of dark magics (including what is more commonly known as blood sorcery) - No servants of the betrayer (Aka no yokai) - Settlers and residents will be expected to rise up in the defence of the village if it is in danger - Harm to any turtles in the area will not be tolerated and will result in death by having rocks tied to their legs and then shot into the ocean with a catapult, they are important to the local eco system. Me and my daughter will look forward to welcoming you. P.S she even made a drawing she wanted to show you all.

Obok Metaldrinks read the poster as he rubbed the spiderlike brooch in the palm of his hand, recalling that blood stained hankerchief with the letters O. M. that he had given the darkqueen as a gesture of goodwill during the underdark excursions. ''twas only a matter of time oi suppose, t'is oug'ta be interesting''

Obok Metaldrinks the elemental witchdoctor, one not usually prone to prophecies anymore since switching his path from the farseer, was on his way home after a walk along the golden coast when the rainy clouds in the skies parted and shone down bathing the lands in radiant light, his first thoughts of it being the work of a lesser between Aztran the sun and Scorthuz the cleanser was quickly dispelled as he recalled stories of the Stag Lord. He knew that aengul would be trouble later on, but for now he took some comfort in the silver lining that the servants of darkness was gonna have even more on their platter to deal with. ''i oug'ta read t'at book again... maybe t'e Clerical Eye 'as some answers''

we lost an admin and gained a admin, what a night cap'n.

Shamanism, even in its current state. Ever since the Agarthian bronze lads kidnap- invited me over in a sack with a blindfold and put me in their esoteric labyrinth with a inferi minotaur to navigate ive had a lot of fun with it, even before i myself became a shaman. I was really iffy about animism when it first came out but its been fun, even for the most basic of rp interactions. Overall i also find it amusing that so many simply dont understand it, it feels like im on a journey through the magic where even i learn new things every now and then.

Obok Metaldrinks pondered on the nomination pinned to the temple, tapping his fingers on the stone as he read the words that spoke of Gror's actions ''w'at does it take tae become a Paragon... all of 'is deeds seems tae be before me time, just loike Fimlin, but if 'e doesnt fit t'e criteria, t'en w'o does? Oi suppose i can endorse t'is.'' he mumbled lowly to himself before going to grab lunch.

Obok Metaldrinks sighed heavily outside his house as he heard the eldritch inheritance thief inside, pulling up his sleeves he would go to evict @Random Kobo a THIRD time from his house before installing bear traps in front of the windows and doors. ''Oi will be rid of ya one day ye darn pest! mark me words!''

Obok Metaldrinks Turned around as Kobo Metaldrinks @Randomhad yet again broken into his home while he was preparing a horse meat lasagna ''Yew again?!? git t'e fok outta me 'ouse ye dumb bum'' Once the eldritch creature trying to steal the Metaldrinks inheritance AGAIN was evicted from the vicinity of his home did he go back in to finish his warhorse lasagna. (Secret family recipe, it will not be revealed)

Shamanism is currently lore frozen, which means amendments will end up denied until the freeze is lifted or the 1 or 2 people that are currently allowed to even touch the lore take this into consideration.

Obok Metaldrinks turned to the home intruder @Randomwith surprise ''w'o t'e fok are ye and 'ow did ye get in 'ere? get oot of me 'ouse!'' Only after expelling the ork trying to get the Metaldrinks inheritance did he notice the news of the decree being revoked, utterly uncaring for these news he returned to his waffle breakfast since the act had zero impact on his life.

MC Name: Wulfric_borr Discord: aldsworth Image: Description of Image: A recruitment poster for the Paradisian Adventurers Guild Dimensions: 1 wide 2 high

the height requirement will lock out quite a bit of the playerbase, imagine if voidal mages couldnt take up earth evo if they were above 4.10 in height, or templars couldnt do dauntless charge if they were elves.

the lore is frozen atm so this is gonna get denied :I