Unwillingly

what will I ever do now that I can't play an OP mixed halfbreed orc-elf to be handsome and also super buff and strong????

(insert topical comment about 1.9 / 1.8 that you would personally agree with)

Eir'thall looked upon the once destroyed home in awe, genuinely surprised that anyone would ever bother to do a favor for an ass like him.

The letter reaches Wildfire some time in the morning, delivered by a young courier. He reads carefully, though a scowl tugs at his features before he shows it to his counterpart, beginning to rant while she read. "What empty words. Even an idiot can see that he only sent this out due to the risk of unattunement. He aids the duo who overgrew our home in a weak attempt to send a 'message' in littering our home with what were undeniably threats, and he has the gall to beg for mercy when it all comes around to bite him in the ass? All because they wished to push their own agenda while preaching kindness and tolerance? They can apologize all they want, kiss our boots for all I care, but I want the worst done to all three. He's only apologizing because he's afraid, not because he means a damn word of it."

[!] Copies of the document are displayed throughout Elvenesse. The Hindrance of Elvenesse Written by Brother Wildfire Wildfire and Phoenix, overlooking the Hinterlands while they speak about Elvenesse I’ve not yet lived my life long enough to see the sunlit days of the Mali’ame, when our people had risen under one banner, one identity as these books of yore often referenced. They spoke of an age of unity and providence, where others spoke of quaking cannon-fodder beneath the heels of Valah. I felt conflicted as I read the pages. Frustrated even, that I had not yet been alive to witness it for myself, the potential dream of Cernunnos’ fury and compassion of Cerridwen, the summit of what we strove for finally achieved. Had I lived during this age, perhaps I would have found myself victorious in my plights or kneeling under the imposing commands of Valah kingdoms. And what of now? I asked myself, comparing what we once were to what we are now. Elvenesse, the Green Motherland, the home of Mali’ame. It had often been revered as the home of the “Free” Elves by the now lost rat Sylvaeri and his obsessive hatred for Valah and their kingdoms. We may no longer kneel, but instead, we have been reduced to naught but disgusting open-mindedness and tolerance for what we should be driving away — for what we should be renouncing proudly. Tolerance for everything our ancestors have taught us to deny for our own safety. We reject millennia of our teachings in exchange for adopting orcish children above our own, to deny the sacredness of our grounds used to honor our ancestors, to scold those who teach strength to our young, the harboring of degenerates, the mere debate of voidal mages. The potential of our people growing hindered by this seemingly festering disease of acceptance. I had tried to bring change, to spread the teachings of the name of Ilathdyn, of Igne’sae, though the name quickly fell to stagnation — something I often blame myself for. Had I done it differently, perhaps our practices would be widespread among the mali’ame. Perhaps we would not be fragile as the wilted rose whose petals threaten to fall at the slightest disturbance. I had tried, and I had failed, and I feel as though I am failing evermore with my oversight of the Father Circle. We teach Cernunnos’ ways, the respective balance of life and death, the value of warriorship, and internal and external strength. Yet, it is our own acolytes who defend these problematic degenerates, the ones who care not for our sacred practices but would rather abandon our Circle when we do not comply with their objectively contrasting ideas. This matter is made worse when it is dozens of our citizens who scold me when I try to enforce the orcish banishment for their attacks on our people that have persisted for centuries. When our enemies attack during our festivities, maim our women, rob our children, it is I who gets scolded and villainized under the pretense of ignorance and racism when I dare express my distaste for them. How far must this go on for them to finally turn against those who terrorize us? Must we all be slain under the blades of bandits, maimed and irreparably destroyed before we can finally turn against this common enemy? I’ll not feel sympathy for the brigands who murder our people in cold blood — not until they repent for their actions. Despite this, others seem to believe they are deserving of our sheltering, of our love and kinship simply because they have not yet experienced first hand the wrath of these corrupt monsters. This matter is made worse by those who not only scold me for running out our enemies but go so far as to adopt orcish young before even having children of their own. We are a people cursed with infertility, a people who value children dearly, and yet it is socially acceptable to claim motherhood over an orc? I may not have children of my own, though it does not devalue my point, nor do I dare go out of my way to forget the burden we Mali carry. I acknowledge this burden where many others do not. We should strive for growth, to protect and teach our young rather than adopt orcish and Valah orphans in an attempt to integrate them into our culture. Such energy should be spent on our own young — not the monsters who have wanted to watch us burn for centuries, and will want to watch us burn for centuries more. Likewise, it is our very elder mali’ame who fail to uphold these standards we are deserving of. Our young are taught that open-mindedness to our very enemies is acceptable behavior, barely worth a slap on the wrist for each repeated offense. They claim to be priests, upholders of the culture, but it’s nothing more than a sham. Our sacred grove, spat upon by a so-called “green priest” when he attempted to host a lesson of dancing on the sacred lands we value dearly, not just for mere lessons to be taught, without even a request to utilize our grounds before the event. When many of us confronted him for his lack of care or concern, of course, it was not he who could have possibly been wrong, but the rest of us, he seemed to think. He claimed us to be ignorant, disrespectful and left our lands without even an apology uttered to this day. Only hours before writing this I was scolded for the task I gave a dedicant of mine — a task of survival and endurance, to push through the harshest of conditions. While a mother’s concern is understandable, I find it only proof of my claims that it is our young ones who show strength where many of our elder mali’ame do not. Our children are the key to our continuation, and yet, their succession is damaged by these objectively wrong claims. Sometimes I find that it is the children themselves who are taught to practice these vile actions — to befriend our enemies, to protect dark mages and voidal mages, the very people who wish to watch us fall to ruin, who actively destroy what we strive to protect. Of course, this is not to say that all of us are weak-minded and fragile. I respect many mali’ame of Elvenesse, my closest brother Avius, my dedicant Onas, Celiasil, Evar'tir, even if we do not see eye to eye all of the time. Mali like them are what we should strive to be — strong, intelligent, just, and level-headed. Not these pseudo-mali’ame who involve themselves in relationships with orcs and valah, who reject our teachings because they believe our actions go without cause, who contribute nothing to our city, yet act as though I am the criminal when I try to fix these problems that haunt our people. This will become worse if it is not changed. We will reach a point of stagnation once more. Our people will grow fragile, weak, and sensitive, and we will fall into an age of rejection and denial of our teachings, the culture which our ancestors bled and died to protect. We have the potential to be stronger than we’ve ever seen before, and yet, I find this plight halted by arrogant folk who forget our culture in exchange for their own moral beliefs. If we are to return to our roots, become strong once more, I beg of you all to turn away these ridiculous notions of acceptance and forgiveness where it is far from deserved.

anything that isn't this type of face

Skin auction closed! Thank you all for participating. I'll DM the winners on discord!

The removal of SCPs wont be a huge detriment to RP especially if temporary please remove

Auction extended until monday @ 6:00pm CST due to the ongoing bids once again I'd like that people don't wait until the last minute to bid

Recently I've been checking out the new player applications and as a wood elven player, I've been forum DMing wood elf applicants and have been inviting them to Amaethea. Just the basic "here's my discord, come talk to the community blah blah blah hope you get accepted." Most of my DMs get no response, but every once in a while I'll get a message on discord and we'll chat about the server for a little while n I'll just try to help them get settled down easier. Rarely, but sometimes I'll see this player MCly. I'll try to interact with them in RP, maybe even send them on an NPC quest or just give them something to do to keep them busy. Something like, "hey, go find x person." I've been doing this routinely for about 2-3 months now, and despite literally doing everything I can think of to help them get comfortable (even offering to make them a brand new free skin) I don't think any have stayed. Like, at all. I can't think of a single new wood-elven player who has stuck around and it sucks bc like other ppl said, a lot of these players have a lot of potential but end up quitting because... ??? I often reflect on myself and how I used to be when we talk ab new players. I joined in vailor when I was 13, led a nation when I was 14-15, now I'm almost 18 chilling with my druid gang and having a great time. I remember exactly how I used to be and it was literally just one of those annoying noob new players that no one wanted to RP with, and I don't know what kept me around. Maybe it was the old guild I joined, maybe I was just stupidly bored or incredibly ambitious, but I stuck around after all these years and now I'm thoroughly enjoying my time on the server, probably more than I ever have before just like any other garbage that leaves my mouth, I have no idea where I was going with this or what my point was 👍 like and subscribe

mad cuz bad lol... In all seriousness I hope life treats ya well, u were a good leader for a new player even if it was only for a few months. Rly gonna miss sitting in vc at 1am w u screwing around in Oren 🙁 I commend u for leaving this terrible server bc I certainly haven't in the last 5 years and I probably wont any time soon Take care dude o7

i know i was making a joke ab the inevitable complaints there will be about the lore shelving because grr st bad for shelving lore

GRRR ST HOW DARE YOU SHELF MY BROKEN LORE I AM SO ANGRY THE STAFf ARE RUINING THIS SERER GRRRR

@Carson your discord is required for the auction, otherwise your bid won't be counted