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Of Mana and Sulfur The Sorcerer State of Hohkmat lay shrouded in an eerie darkness, as if the night itself clung desperately to the land, refusing to yield to the impending dawn. Just as the sun's first rays were expected to break through, a surreal event unfolded—the sky was instead veiled by plumes of ash, a somber curtain that sought to blot out the light. Amidst this ash-laden atmosphere, Five ominous pillars rose defiantly, casting wicked flames of the fel that danced between them. The infernal glow lashed against the heavens, resembling malevolent waves crashing against an unseen shore. Each pillar stood as a testament to the arcane prowess that governed the state, channels of power drawing from the depths of forbidden knowledge. In the macabre tableau below, crows gathered like dark omens, perching upon buildings and scaffolds with an unsettling presence as prowling black-cats litter the streets and lurk within shaded corners. In the obscurity of the night, concealed within the square, A pentacle, etched with meticulous precision, manifested on the ground in a dark, scarlet substance. At the Five points of the pentacle, severed heads of different creatures were carefully arranged; a goat, a cat, a snake, a crow, and finally a bat. Above the pentacle, an inscription in common tongue, weaving a dark narrative with every word: “The Dark Star Rises; Five points to his star, Five fingers to HIS fist; Hail to the Arch Princes. The Black Lexicon is seized, the Wheel turns, and soon the first seal is broken. HAIL IBLEES; HAIL THE LORDS OF THE HIGH HELLS."

God bless, return to the era of schizo posting. Beautiful writing young scholar

"Five?" Some entity wrought of limbs and flame turns unto it's kinsmen, a deep hum rolling from it as he spoke aloud. "The irony.. They know not that their King rots in Hell; And 'pon his ashes, they memorialize the Five. The time nears, for those distant birds of mine to begin their work.. Soon, all of Man, shall know;" "God, is dead." Papyrus is scribed upon, rolled, and delivered unto churches and forts across Humanity, unbeknown heretics summoned to his presence.

Somewhere, something frozen wails, onyx-wisp tracing cracked flesh, clung to the neck of the behemoth. A name is scratched from a frigid tablet; And a candle is lit at some viscera stained alter.

Can I still ftb with my flesh golem???

A proud global elitist scans this missive with a gasp. "Just imagine what this'll do for the opium trade.." He thought, disregarding most of everything else.

Anything from Noz is a :) from me

An elder stands above a cauldron of ink, bubbling and shifting vastly in color; His jaw shifting to chew on some heap of tobacco, soon spit to his feet in offering, waving a hand to another unseen in the corner of his study. "Papyrus agh a quill.. It ahm tik for mi to zay mi pieze." And so did he begin writing with that strange ink, spending hours into the night, hunched over his desk.

It has been a long journey in the community. We've all had our bumps in activity and interest-plunge here and there but it's been an absolute thrill thanks to many of the people helping keeping things going as a community not only in leadership but throughout the entirety of the playerbase. I've had alot of amazing rp with all of you and I'm excited to get things back on track, I hope with the potential acceptance of this rewrite we can reach the majority-narrative for players who are less familiar with our rp and get people interested in interacting with our community. Though I was too busy to work directly on the final drafts; Dio put his absolute most into not only bringing out my ideas but our community's input to a solid piece that should at the very least give us some direction depending on player responses and verdict. Another huge shoutout to @Diogen for shouldering all of this over the past couple of months and for being one of the strongest pillars any of us in fw leadership have had to keep us in the right direction.

Holy shit- this shit fire +1

Accepted

Would you rather receive 5 million dollars- but never talk to your current friends or family ever again, or get 5k that you can ONLY spend on two friends (including vacations with them etc) would you rather only listen to country for the rest of your life, or only listen to K-pop for the rest of your life If you had to pick one superhuman ability what would it be If you could give a younger version of you advice what would you say? at what age did you realize you were clinically insane

Zzzzz (im sleeping)

We are working on an entire overhaul, which will take awhile no matter how many people we involve, if you've any questions feel free to DM me!

Somebody had to do it +1

An elven man’s jaw hung aloft, his breathing shook as his heart pulsed into his throat and his gut rolled over itself; there was silence, whispering, and finally- screaming, he dropped to his knees and drug his fingernails against the ground beneath, embedding wood grain up to his cuticles. His voice carried throughout the confines of his home, pouring into into the streets of the silver city; There on the ground, he would remain for hours, pleading to something, someone, to unsee this tragedy, to wake him from such terror.

A wretched hag hums in pride deliverance of her song; a twisted grin spun as a chortle summons in reverberation through those icy canyons which her throne lie.

“The children of GOD bargain the use of the forbidden? Believing any who know the Father to be capable of torment in the mind? Oh how they’ve fallen-“ The wretched Priestess turns, directing a tattered limb in direction of another. “Summon my Crows, we must observe this heresy and prepare to bring ABSOLUTION, weave ourselves into the herd, and swallow the swine from within its sty, free the people, repent.”

Holy formatting- this is all so good

I LOVE NAZTHERAK I LOVE DEMONS +1

Damn, and to think I once had some respect for you, crazy, shit take bud.

A self-proclaimed Empress rolls a thunderous laugh across those gelid lands, a gaze set yond to those so devoted with a grin lined with blackened daggers. "Now watch; as they scramble. Let us hunt!" The Nordling giant exclaims, lifting a sword of twisted ice high.

A tempest of darkness twisted around the northernmost continent of Almaris, a thunderous crackle emanating through the dismal sky and a dank chill settling in the air. Denizens of the land disappeared without a trace and gruesome beasts roamed the land, unwavering to the bitter cold and draped in a mantle of blood and onyx. As reports began to surface, a pattern arose, the beasts chanting blasphemous tales of an Empire, claiming that all within their presence were nothing more than trespassers. Snow drifts as tall as mountains, effigies strewn across the frozen tundra and the lands become barren with no solace for those under the malevolent spell. A dread missive was then delivered to all corners of Alamaris, one of dire warning. "Prayers were not enough to absolve the sins of man, those of faith were not spared, and the wickedness of sin now had full reign over the souls of men. Mercy was not to be found, for the wrath of God had been delivered, the wrath of The Empress. Weep, you usurpers, for the time of your stay has been fleeting and the blood of your flesh shall now flow freely. No forgiveness for those who reject the warning, and the spawn of the transgressor shall suffer until Her Majesty has had her fill."