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╔════════════════╗ Issued by the Ivory Crown 10th of the Sun’s Smile, 212 S.A. ╚════════════════╝ To the Citizens of Cauróst, Following the reckless, unanticipated attack of an automaton contraption in the labs of the Cinctus Aurifex, several of our people have been left with injuries ranging from moderate to severe. Their injuries have been temporarily mended by those familiar with basic first aid, but lack the proper care and expertise needed for a full recovery. In the absence of professional medical and healing expertise and rising discussion among the populace, The Princedom calls upon the following: I. Those learned in medical and healing practice. II. Those willing to be trained in the art of medical healing practice. Those who fit either of the criteria are to contact High Prince Galahad Ílumrin or Head Clinician Nefeli Py’lrie at the earliest notice for an interview. Signed, High Prince Galahad Ílumrin Head Clinician Nefeli Py’lrie

Rest in peace, my condolences to family and friends

999,999 dead naz

Issued by the Ivory Crown 17th of The Grand Harvest, 21 S.A. To all Denizens and esteemed Guests of Cauróst, At the behest of the High Prince and Council of Cauróst, you are hereby invited to attend a teaching on the history, culture, and noble beliefs of our resplendent city. All who wish to broaden their understanding of the Princedom and her people are welcome to attend. Discourse shall include… ❧ HISTORY A recounting of the origins, founding, and ascendance of the city. ❧ CULTURE An exploration of the customs, traditions, and identity of our people. ❧ BELIEFS A study of the ethical and philosophical principles by which we are guided. Signed, The Ivory Crown

never thought we'd get an actually interesting druid write fixes the 10+ emotes to lift a root and capitalizes on how cool druidism could actually be in CRP

This lore has been denied. After a lengthy discussion with the LT, as well as taking into account the debates in the story lore discord, we've come to the conclusion that this amendment is not needed. Additionally, scion modifiers are only specifically allowed for @sam33497and nobody else. Thank you for your lore submission nonetheless.

Issued by the Ivory Crown & Will of the High Prince 11th of the Snow’s Maiden, 207 S.A To the Denizens of Caurost, In light of revelations and swelling concern regarding the elusive metal “Nyxium” and its malevolent, corruptive properties, it is with caution to our people that the crown issues the following informative and cautionary advisory. Additionally, the crown hereby extends its willingness to to collaborate with other sovereigns or guilds in interest of thwarting the threat of Nyxium, which includes the mutual exchange of knowledge, resources, and the extradition of afflicted individuals. I. “Nyxium” Defined Nyxium is described as a crystalline metal, regarded to be of high value due to the apparent properties of strength it wields. However, it harbors a sinister nature, one designed to form a parasitic symbiosis with the user by way of elusive creatures lurking within the fibres of the metal. These parasites are said to form an infestive corruption of both the mind and body, wherein they are occupied to enact the will of these beings as their eyes, ears, and blades. For further information, the crown cites previous order reports issued by the Order of the Remnant Lion below. II. Symptoms & Identification Nyxium is recognized as a violet shade of crystalline metal, said to infect upon contact. Those infected can be recognized commonly by the following: Elevated heart beats Purple eyes, both the sclera and iris Extreme aversion to water Any individual exhibiting these shared symptoms is to be deemed compromised by Nyxium. III. Protocol for Containment Citizens are advised to regard the presence of Nyxium with caution and vigilance. Those found guilty of the Nyxium infection within the Princedom are to be apprehended with whatever force necessary and delivered to city authority for extradition. CITATIONS: ORDER REPORT: On the Cult of Nyxium ORDER REPORT: Nations Lost to Nyxium, Symptoms of Infection Signed, The Ivory Crown By the Will of the High Prince

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if you were an admin for one day what rule would you implement ur a nice fella u helped me pvp better. thank u lobbah

Galahad had always been asked why he took residence among the commoner districts of Cauróst, rather than a dignified spire overlooking the citadel. What he typically told people in response was a sorry front of humility, that he felt no calling to the illustrious manors of aristocrats or luxuries of sovereigns, but in reality the city simply lacked the funding during its construction. He worked closely with the architects and engineers during that time, and though some avaricious part of him secretly wished for luxuries and opulence, they were constrained by various logistical challenges along the way that prevented his more viceful inclinations. It was misleading at best, two-faced at worst, but he never lied to be deliberately deceptive of his intentions. Some part of him just felt better when he convinced himself he can settle for simple, ordinary things in life, even if he knows that to not be the case. He was always a dreamer, always looking towards the horizon. But he didn't dream tonight. Slumber was as welcome to him as it was to any other elvish justiciar or diplomat, but he never felt more restless than he did now. The sun had set long ago, replaced by a silvery crescent moon on an onyx canvas of stars, whose light shafted through a window at just the right angle, just right enough to catch his eyes and keep his quarters illuminated. He tossed a blanket over his head hours before, but something else yet kept him awake. His mind weighed heavily on him. He quietly crept downstairs, mindful not to rouse Carys from her sleep elsewhere in the house, and slipped outside. The door clicked shut. While the streets are empty during these hours, otherwise mingled with citygoers and sparsely seen wayfarers, the distant call of tree frogs and insects create a backdrop of croaking and pulsating chirps instead, harmonious and reverberating throughout the valley woodland. It complimented the rest of the city nicely, the way its spires and pointed rooftops glimmer against the ink-pooled sky and cast a glow upon the lake it watched over. Galahad had half the thought to leave his window open and let the forest sounds lull him to sleep, but he already set foot out the door. Sometimes his walks took him to the outskirts of the city, across the thicket near the illuminated lake water, while other times he ended up back in the same place he started. But tonight, as with so many, he walked without destination. He had always praised those of a free-spirited lifestyle, people who went with the wind and needed nobody but themselves to guide, nor highborn nobles or providential rulers to hold them down. But he always felt an obligation. Sometimes it would be for things he didn’t even have, even in the absence of written responsibility. His brother Rúmil always acknowledged that he possessed a stalwart sense of duty and guided heart, but it was never something he heard from him directly. Often, the appraisal came through their shared peers, always from a third-party. Though part of Galahad might have been bitterly offended that his brother wouldn’t deign to simply tell him how he felt, the other part of him is just a touch more appreciative knowing he just did it when he wasn’t looking anyway. Stubborn bastard. Eventually, the sky became blocked by a low-hanging shroud of trees that encircled the city’s glade as he moved along, and among their branches, lanterns of woven elvish metalwork dangle, flickering with light that casted a warm air over the periphery. He followed its path inward, eyeing various statues of marble as he passed, and came to a stop. Ahead, a figure wordlessly brushes debris clean of one of the garden’s many marble statues with a cloth and some sort of paste. Upon a closer glimpse, a weak smile touches Galahad’s features. “What’s young Prince Rúmil doing out here so late at night?” he taunts. The figure turned with a mild jump. A pale elven man not dissimilar to Galahad’s complexion, whose skin is fair, but of a faint bronze undertone, and hair that of a silvery sheen that catches the light of the glade nicely. Short, and lightly waved. He dons deep burgundy vestments, cuffs of the sleeves only slightly frayed from age. “Me? Look who finally emerged from his looming tree to mingle with the lowly commoners like me.” Rúmil retorted, vaguely gesturing towards him as he brushed his hands over with the cloth. His eyes met Galahad as they always had. Young, brash, and full of untamed spirit. It wasn’t particularly unlike Rúmil to set forth on his own journeys, his heart was without borders, and one that yearned to face the unknown. In their early years of adulthood, it wasn’t uncommon for him to vanish without notice for days on end, much to the displeasure of their mother, father, and sister. But Galahad believed were he to stifle his limitless wanderlust, too would it stifle his goodhearted nature. So he begrudgingly played along with his brother’s antics. He had learned to chase horizons as well, to become the zealous visionary he had always hoped his father would take pride in. But as Galahad’s dreams each grew more vivid and lucid than the last, he noticed Rúmil struggling to keep up at times. He didn’t move at Galahad’s pace, even though it was clear that he wished to at times. One of them raised banners, while the other stood in its shadow. Self-eating comparison and guilt worked its course from there. There were times in their youth where Galahad felt he’d have to choose between staying by his brother’s side, or the future that awaited him. Although his obligations called to him and eventually guided him towards duty and policy, he promised himself that he’d one day choose Rúmil instead. “Alright, you got me,” Galahad raised his palms in mock-surrender as he sauntered forth, lightly clasping Rúmil’s shoulder as he gazed upon the statue he previously cleaned. “Why are you out here?” “I couldn’t sleep. Same as you, I’d guess.” murmurs Rúmil, whose eyes met the same. “So you came to do the labor work of the garden keepers?” “It’s dad’s tribute.” “I know, but—” “And I did a great job.” “Oh, don’t get carried away.” Rúmil smacked the back of his fist into Galahad’s shoulder, but regarded him with a visibly humored grin. He moved on afterward, motioning the older brother along and out of the glade. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.” Galahad smiled towards Rúmil’s back before he followed. They walk one of the beaten down paths on the outskirts of the city, one that follows the thicket of the lake it sat on. The water catches the light of the radiant spires upon the rooftop of each building, illuminating the surrounding land just enough for them to navigate as they pass through the shadows of birch trees that parted the path from the lake. As they walked, their conversation became more and more superficial. Small talk. Although Galahad had mastered the art of pleasantries, especially when demanded of it so often in formal or social settings, it was never something he particularly cared for, and in truth he didn’t know anybody who did. But he’d always listen to Rúmil. He'd like to, at least. It was difficult to keep his mind from wandering, and part of him felt like it hadn't stopped racing since today's trial. The crowds themselves weren't what startled him, no matter how many eyes were on him, it was the expectation that demanded he meet some sort of standard. In the past, it could be forgiven— he was a boy and his mistakes could be attributed to brash immaturity and arrogance— but not anymore. “Hey, Gale? Did you hear me?” Realizing he had hardly heard of what his brother was saying, Galahad shook his head. “No, sorry. Lost my train of thought.” “What's on your mind?” “Not much.” “Come on, yes there is.” There weren't many things Galahad could get past Rúmil. Although there were certainly times he wished he could, maybe it was for his own good that wasn't always the case. “I lost a friend today. Haraldr. You knew him.” He could see in his peripheral how Rúmil's features softened as he watched the path they followed. Haraldr was a friend to him as well, but to what extent Galahad wasn’t sure. It’s part of the reason he hesitated for as long as he did to share his passing, even if only a few hours had gone by since finding out. The last time he told Rúmil they had lost someone was when their mother vanished, many years ago. At the time, the guilty part of him felt it was the least he could do to cauterize the wound he had created among their family. Other times, he’d try to convince himself that what occurred that night wasn’t his doing. But how is a mere boy supposed to rationalize such a thing when everything leading up to that point indicated otherwise? In their teenage years, their fights became less childishly trivial, and more pointedly-bitter towards one another. They never used to end the day mad at one another, but there were times where their arguments lingered into the next morning, unspoken, but the animosity felt like it poisoned the air at times. He often failed to discern if Rúmil’s wrath was pointed towards him, or if he was just justifiably hurt. Galahad never told Nefeli any of this, of course. He told her what he said to his mother, but not the aftermath. Not the following days in their household, what was arguably one of the most difficult points of his life, because he could never come to terms with the guilt he felt. He kept that part close to his chest, where his heart hurt most. “Oh.” Rúmil eventually says. Somberness weighs his eyes and weakens his voice. “Really?” he asks of Galahad, looking his way. Galahad nodded. “I’m sorry. You knew him better than I did.” “I just thought you should know.” One morning, Rúmil too had disappeared when their animosity towards one another reached what felt like its boiling point the night prior. What he left behind was a terse, few-lined note on his bed that denoted no destination, and no why. Only that, one day, he would return. Galahad understood why Rúmil left; though he couldn’t bear it at the time, he doesn’t blame him anymore, knowing full well had wanted to leave too. But had he left, he believed the heartache too would have killed their father. So he stayed, and he pursued better things, perhaps with the fleeting hope that what he’d one day accomplish would make things better. Even if just a little bit.

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regardless of whether or not we appeared active on the characters themselves, the precedent still stands that it just would have been appropriate to contact rey and I about it. I don't wanna clog the thread so I'll probably DM one of you at one point, but if this rewrite is denied we'd be happy to help fix it up into something passable. I've wanted nothing more than to play my naz because he's such a fun character but the absence of a good CA makes it really difficult to lol

well someone had to finish it at some point, hopefully this breathes some new life into the CA, currently it's very dated 2019 lore that's significantly underwhelming relative to other endgame CAs on the server also if u could credit @Witchringhe wrote just as much of this as I did we both kind of wish we could have collaborated on this rewrite as well, since probably 70% of what's on here is stuff that that we wrote or came up with ourselves. some of which really is just copy/pasted from our doc. or at the very least have been made aware this was being worked on, because I think it would have had a higher chance of being passed if we could have collaborated with each other considering rey and I had previously worked directly with LT management on what does/doesn't work for this CA like it's fine it just rubs me the wrong way since neither of us had any idea this was being posted

removing soulstone pillars won't fix road RP because soulstones aren't the reason there's no road RP people who say this make me sad :( if people want road RP the roads need to be 1. actually more convenient and navigable to travel as opposed to just cutting through the land. for example there's a spot between haense and numendil where just walking over the mountain is quicker than taking the actual roads, because the road takes you on this extra minute or two minute detour towards petra. and there are many spots on the map that are like this. without fixing 1 you cannot have 2. 2. interesting to do roleplay on. if you think about it there's nothing from stopping people from doing road RP if they really want to, nobody HAS to use soulstone pillars. but that doesn't happen because most peoples' idea of road RP is boring, bare minimum encounters that consist of halting people on the roads, standing there and talking (maybe you get bandited or attacked) before moving on. people use roads to get to a destination, not to look for RP because there's virtually 0 outlets of road RP and if you still don't believe me, road RP was arguably at its peak during atlas 4-ish maps ago (at least relative to how long I've been playing the server). bandits and darkspawn not only created road encounters, but they often had lairs and fortresses sat on top of roads. this meant that you'd also run into actual guard patrols on your way to a place because they'd have their own guard forts set up on the roads to counter the bandits and darkspawn in their lands. belvitz, like adria last map, was a little town right on top of the road you'd be forced to pass through if you wanted to get from point A to B. there were taverns, military checkpoints, merchant sites, and all sorts of buildings within view if not literally on top of roads, and it's all what made them actually interesting to travel in 2018. people who created different outlets and actual reasons to watch/patrol the roads. above all, soulstone pillars existed during atlas and have existed since I started playing the server 8 years ago this can somewhat be attributed to the slow, painful death of conflict/villainy activity in recent years. guard RP as I previously mentioned was one of the biggest forms of road RP back in the day, but guard RP has become so SO isolated to being within their cities, there's just no reason to really go outside and explore because there is nothing to explore and no danger even exists to fight off. back in the day you had 3 different groups who could encounter each other at once, darkspawn and bandits would frequently team up to fight off a guard rally because shit was just that fast paced back then. that's not something I think we've seen in years and honestly I don't think we'll be getting it back any time soon

Issued by the Ivory Crown 17th of the Amber Cold, 211 S.A. To the citizens of Cauróst, Let it be known to all loyal residents that the cryptic guild known as the “Men in Yellow,” or “Yellowmen,” who once dwelled within our walls as citizens and allies, are hereby in exile of our hallowed borders. This decree will go in effect in three months, or three Saint's days. This decree is issued in authority of the Ivory Crown after witness to repeated and consistent violation of the Codex of Law, specifically under the Order Clause, including but not limited to: The unwanted proselytization of citizens. Disturbing the peace through the invasion or loitering of private property through disruptive shouting. Treasonous remarks as well as attempting to incur social unrest against the Ivory Crown and Princedom at the hand of a rogue member, resulting in his public execution. Invoking widespread discomfort and distaste among the citizenry. In the absence of authority, citizens are beholden to their duty as a resident of Cauróst to act on any sighting or activity of the Yellowmen within our borders. They are to be removed with whatever force deemed necessary, if the peaceful excursion from our walls proves inefficient. Signed, Galahad Ilumrin High Prince of Cauróst