Legendd

In a void of darkness, the forsaken son was respectfully kneeling down on his knees before a figure of infamy, now called Vaethrak. "Cull the meek, empower the weak." The vision of Vaethrak's words that was once shared with the forsaken son. "I can fix you. And then we can fix them. Together." Behind their fractured masks laid the simple visages of a betrayed Lefkos and a lost Desimir. A grandfather and a grandson. Vaethrak was suddenly gone. What stood in his place was now Lefkos, in his usual attire. He offered a helping hand down to Desimir as he, too, found found himself in his own simple clothing. "I have never forgotten or abandoned you." His words echo'd in Desimir's mind. At the time, it felt like he the only family he had left and ever will. And Desimir would have done everything he could to keep that. "Now come. You still have much to improve on." - "You can count on me, grandfather. I will make you proud-" Desimir went to rise up and reach out his hand to take hold of Lefkos' but as he clenched his hand, it caught hold of nothing. He rose his gaze to find Lefkos no longer there anymore. He was left alone in a space of darkness with piles of bones scattered across the horizon of the void. A gravelord stepped into view. "Your grandfather is dead." Desimir immediately dropped his gaze and quickly lowered himself back to his knees in fear. He was back to donning the masked attire of the forsaken son, once again. The forsaken son's body shook in denial at the news. His gaze only lifted enough to see the gravelord's feet. And he furiously stared at them with disgust and contempt.

This cell's chambers had ghostly echoes from screams long gone. But this time it got filled with new ones from another that found himself stuck there. The Mali'aheral's body was already beaten down to a pulp as he laid on his side upon the stone cold ground that night. Desimir hugged tightly the only thing he ever could, himself. His body writhed, twitched, and shook uncontrollably with pain he was failing to contain. His head beaded with icey-hot sweat. His mind kept going in and out of consciences. He could barely comprehend what was happening to him right now as his mind only kept focusing on his past trauma and experiences. The following is but only a peek into his thoughts, cries, and pains during his consciousness and the nightmares of his unconsciousness: I̵̢̝̬͈̞̿͊͗̐̾'̸̰͈̰̞̬̈͌̐̎͆v̷̲͙̜̻̠̀̋͆͝͝ɘ̴̛̠̫̻̻̋̉́̕ͅ ̵̬͇̝̼́͂̏͋̓ͅɒ̶͉̘̙̦̖̐̅͋̀͒l̸̲͖̣̗͔̎̆͂̈́̾w̵͈̦̩̩̎̀̀̈́̊ͅɒ̷̘̳̙̺̮͒͛̊̽̒γ̶͍̳̼̹̜̓͋́̚͝ƨ̷̫͖̗̪̙͛͑́͘͠ ̷͓̪̮̰̟̈͛͛͆̽d̵͈̮̻̠̙̋̉̒̍̏ɘ̸͚͇͍̣̂̎̔̈̐͜ɘ̷̡̪̦̖̱̒͂́̒͒n̴͔͉͙̳͎͑͌͛͆͠ ̴̨̬̗͎̫̓̾̐̒͠Ɉ̴̢͖͎̙͈̀̐́̂͝ʜ̸̯̺̖̘̈̋̑̂̽͜ɘ̴̧͖̥̪̉̇̈͌̋͜ ̶̛̪̺̥͙̉̔͑̕͜ weakest ɒ̴͔͍̘̞͚͂̄͒̔͝n̴̥̰̭͙̘̍̋̓͆̄b̴̠̟͔̻̝̈̐̇̋͘ ̴̛̤̺̜̮̈́͌͐̒͜I̸̞̘͓̿͌́̀͝ͅͅ ̸̟̜̞̭̖̈́̍̀̊̽ʜ̷̛̦̰͙̯̞͗͋̌͘ɒ̵͈̱̹̹̞̾̓͑̈͠v̵̺̺̳̖͔̈́̀́͂͝ɘ̴̨̡͎͖͕͋́͋̈̊ ̴̧͍̬͉̣̓̀̒̉̚d̵͔͚̳͇̩̓̽̓͆͘ɘ̵͔͉͉͙̟̍͋̌̕͘ɘ̸̰̞͈̖̹̇̎̍͝͝n̷͉͇̻̮̦̿̊̾͆͝ ̶̯̠̣͙͙̄̂̓͆͝ mocked ̵̨͔͚̳̦̋̐͛̀̚ʇ̷̡̤̣̺̠̌͑̈́̒̕ỏ̷̺̲̞̞̟͛̐̿͘ɿ̵̠̹̰̣͊̓̾̃̕ͅ ̷̧̝̳͖̼̐́̀̚͝i̴͔͕̤͓̰͆̿̐̎͝Ɉ̴̣̤̙͇̜͐͋͌̇̆ ̵̠̺̲͈͉̊̈̊͐̍ɒ̸̰̬̞͎̤́̄̀͆͝Ɉ̸̡̛̙̖͈̘̈́̐͛̚ ̷͇͕̩̮̈́̓̈́̊͜͝ɘ̸̧̖͍͕̤̄̀̀͊̓v̶̬̞͍͚̱̋̾̈́̇̚ɘ̴̢̤̙̦̗̋̑͑́͘ɿ̴͚̳̪͋̆̈͆͜͝ͅγ̶̩̹̤̙̭̈́̇̔̏͝ ̴̢̢̤̪̮́͑́̀͠Ɉ̸̧̧̠̮̓̑̉̇̃ͅυ̴̡̛̝̞͖̪̾̄̒͠ɿ̶̠̥̫̠̈̌̅͗͜͝n̵̨̟̬̥̝̐͂̒̈́͘.̵̡̤̟̲̲̔̒̋̋́ ̵͚͙̹̤͇̋̒̚͘̕ઘ̶̛̼͙̜͕̒͊̊̒͜υ̵̻̦̱̱͍̊̇̊̇͝Ɉ̶̹̥͙͇̼͒͐̋̔̚ ̶̺̝̗̦͉͌́͛̚̕Į̸̞̪̗̂̽̎̂͝ͅ ̴̡̛̠̗̠̯̾̔̌̚ still try ̴̢̥͚͉̠̐͑̈̚͝ɒ̸̠͉̘̠̝̃̐̒̀͐ƨ̷̝͍͓̲̥̊̔̆̓̓ ̸̛͓̻̺̪͇̌͊̈́̊ʜ̶̢̙͈̪̝͂͆͌̈́̒ɒ̶̡̫̯̱̬́̽̂͛̍ɿ̴̧̻̲̣̬̎̏̀́̾b̷̪͇̥̥͎̎̔̎̀̏ ̷̟̤̯͕̓́̅̅̕ͅɒ̸̮̩̤̃̒̀̑̂ͅͅƨ̵̟̙̞͓̈́́̔̐͛͜ ̴̢̘̲͔̼̓͐͗́̕I̷̺͚̜̬͚̓̃̏̓̔ ̶̖̬̦̦͎̈́́̽̆͝ɔ̸͔̱̜͓͔̽̂͂̕̚ɒ̴̨̺̘̼̗̊̒͋̀͠n̴̯̝̘̝͒̑̍͒͛ͅ.̷̱͖̺̻̝̇̿̒̈̊ ̴̥̱̭̱̈̆̇̽̉͜I̸̧̟̟̫͓͊͋̏̂̇ ̵̝̥͍̠̟́̂̇͒̚w̵̧̢͉͖̪͛̓̉͒̈́ɒ̵͉͚͙̭͍̍̆̃́̿ņ̸̡̥͈͈̆̾̊͗͂Ɉ̴͔͔̜̹̫̍̂̊͗̒ɘ̸̲̲̼̘̤̍̈̄̍̆b̴̙̹̼̬̣͌̃̀͗̕ ̸̛͍̗̝̟̱̉͆̍͊Ɉ̸̢̖̩̹̥̔̇͑͋͠õ̸͇̼̬̤̻͑͛́̔ ̴͈̭̠̟̰̐̋̄̈́͝d̵̩̩̲͚̟͋̽͑̚͝ɘ̸̨̘͓̝̼̍͗͋̀͝ ̷̛͍͉͇̳̉̈͊͋ͅƨ̷̢̦̥͇̻̾͋̊̍̉Ɉ̵̭̪̩̻͖̿͒̈́̋͂ɿ̷̧̬̝̝͈̃̓͗̔̕o̵̩̥͉̯̟̊̈͂̀̊n̶̡̛̥̩̥̅̏͛̉ͅϱ̸͖̫͇̤͑̏͊̐̚ͅɘ̴̺̰̻̖̥̾̅̅̚̚ɿ̸̩̤̤͕̹̍̎̾̅́.̸̠͓̘͓̥͐̑͋̓̌ ̸̝̯̥͙̹͒̎̑͊̚I̸̲̳̠͖̫͛̈͗͆͝ ̴̧̛͔̝̬̖͊̐̔̓Ɉ̶̟̪̪̰̝̑̃̐̕͝ɿ̶̨̼̮̥̲̀̋͂͗͒į̵̣̗̬̜̓͂́̈͊ɘ̸̣͍̼̯̝̈́̔̑͐̑ḅ̴̥̯̙̤̇̈́̑̄͝,̵̢̦̮̣̬͌̆̔̀̀ ̵̛̣̩̻̞̦͒̒͋̕ḑ̷̪̠̜̫́̋͛͊͘υ̵͍̩͙͎̻͋͑͗̐̾Ɉ̸̢̲͎͙̳̍͒̃̅͌ ̷̛̜̩̖̣͕͊̿͂͆Ĭ̶͍̰̣͙̪̑̿͘͠ ̷̨͚͖͔̗̽̐͗̄͘n̴̡̮̻̖͍̓̇͒̿̎ɘ̵̳͇̬͈̘͗͂͑̋͂v̸̛͚̩̰̫̦̅̃͘͠ɘ̴̛͈̟͙̰̝̃̓͝͝ɿ̴̻̫̪̝̞́̒̍̕̚ ̴̨̨͍͖͕̆͐̄̏̆ɔ̶̬̹͇̟̐̾̌͋͛͜o̸͈̼̠̟͖͑͛̓͂̀υ̸͕̭̱̰̟̃̀̋͒͘l̷̢̖͚͎̄̓̓̓̓͜b̴̡̘̬̜͕̿̇̄̏̕.̵̧̛̞͓̟̯̄̀͆͋ ̶̡̡̥͎̬̎̆̽̉̈́I̷̳͇̜̼̣͆͒͂̈͝ ̸̥̻͇̘̞̒̾̉͑͠ϱ̸͚̬̝̰̈́̈́́̆͠ͅɘ̴̧͎̠̞̗͂̋͛̔̚Ɉ̵̡͙̝̥͋͐̇̀́͜ ̵̨̧̯̣̯͗̔͋͋̕i̶̘͓̭͚̳͑̋̂̊͆Ɉ̴̞̗͍̘̫̀́̾̅͌.̸͖̱̬̣̱͊̎̏̌̚ ̶̨͇̝̖̗̉̎̈́̀͘Ǐ̵̛̞͓͕̼͓̊̓͠ ̴̳̣͔͖͕͐͋̏͆̈ʇ̷̡̪̜̝̿̅̿̏̕͜ǫ̸͓̗̱̗̅͂̑̽́υ̵̯̼͉̣͓̂̽̑̌͒ϱ̶̭͓̫͙̓̔͊̈́̅ͅʜ̴̞͔̘̤̐̂̃̚͜͠Ɉ̸̧͖͔̻͈̄̎̎̀͠ ̴̹̜̭̘̩̾̇͑̔̿Ɉ̷̢̨͔̮͈̏̂̊̑͝o̶͍͎͚̙̪͌͋̓͐͠ō̷̡̜͕̤͉̏̉͛̂Ɉ̵̨̪͖͎̒̔̅͑̀ͅʜ̵̟̱͍͚̦̆͒͋̈́̂ ̶̢̻̹͚͍͊̉̄̕̚ɒ̵̰͔̟̘̜̔̌̓͊̎ṇ̸̯̖̱̳͊͌̆̐͑b̷̨̨̡̦͚͑̓͗̆̓ ̶̧̪̼̺̒́̀̀̄͜n̵̢̰̳̰̾̊̀̈́̂ͅɒ̴̛̫̖͈̙̠͛̌̅̂i̵͇̞̹͍̎̌͐̐̕ͅl̴̞̗̫̹̪̄̈̍͋́ ̸̧̡͍̞̄̓̇̃̉͜Ɉ̷̧͇̠͕͍͋̓̿͠͠ŏ̸̡̫̣̻̪̊͛̄͝ ̷̨̗̱͈̬̿̉̄̌͘ earn my keep ,̸̨͍̞̰͙̑̓̄̽́ ̶̭̭̮̳̻͐͗̈͗͠ɒ̷̠̣͚̮̾̽͗̀̒ͅn̸̫͙̲͇̫̈̂̎̾̉b̴̧̻̜̺̩̂̔́̂́ ̴̦͇̠͍̜̓̈̓́̚I̷̪̬̼̰͍̊͋̈́́͝ ̶̖͖͓̱͍͆͂̇̅̆ϱ̴̛̛̹͎̰̻̩̽́͊o̸̩̻͔̤̐̿̃̐̀͜Ɉ̶͖̰͖̲̥̌̓͒͌͠ ̴̢̯̜̥͓̋̈́́̈́̔Ɉ̷̠̮͕̞̙̈́͌̍̂̆ʜ̵̠̣̭͎̩́̎̌̃͝ȋ̶̱̞̲͖̥̄̿̋͠ƨ̴͙͈̺͙̥̐̇͆̅̓ ̵̻̣̪͍͓̀͐̍͠͝ʇ̸̢̱͙̖͓̀̏̔̅́ɒ̴̧͇̙̲̲̃̄̒͠͝ɿ̵̨͉̞̗̩̈́̏͆̿̐.̴̨̙͙̬̭̽̐̑͂̚ ̶̬̫̬͖̝́̇̋̇̓Ƨ̴͈͚̭̻̹̈́̿͂̊̐ȏ̴͚̳̫̫̯̇̏̀͊ ̵̢̟̼̜̻̒̈́̾̈́͛Ɉ̸͎͎̗͚̙͋̀̈́̋͗ʜ̵̛̼͉͍͖̈́̏͋̄͜ĩ̴̛̲̻͉̺̈́͊̚͜ƨ̶̪̲̝̞̙̈́͂̍̇̌.̷͍̤̗̦͚̊̈́͑̑͘.̷̣̩͈̪͙̂̏̓͂͝.̴̞̹͎̟̪̃̅̿̋̕ ̴̢̛̺̬̮̞̌͆̈͝*̶̡̝̼͚̣̿͗͌́̆*̷̮͚̠̱̺̀̑͂̓͘*̷̨̞͓̹͈̽͗̈́̚͝*̷̬͙͔̤̪̃̾̈̿͗,̸̬̲̲̣͈̊̑̑́̕ ̵̢̗̫͈̔̈̈́̈́̎͜*̴̨̨̩͚̟͗́͒̉̀*̷̧̯̰̫̫̒̈́͛̿̚*̷̥̦͔͚̥̍͒̆̋͝*̵͖̘͙̖̰̓̌̎̀͘!̷̙͉̟̪̟̈̆̈́̕͝ ̵̱̘͍͍̜̀̄̽͋͠Ț̷̨̰͎̣̒͐̅͠͝ʜ̴̢̨̣̘̜̀̈́̽̕͝i̶̢̜͍̼̠̓͛̾͊͠ƨ̵̢̙̩͍͍̈́͐͌͛͘ ̷͎͈̤̬͓̄̀̊̿̽i̷̝̗̹̦̮͒̃̇̓̕ƨ̸̞̮̬̼͉̆̽̅̑͝ ̶̛̦̭͔͚̉̾̓̚ͅd̵̨̥̣̭̖͛̾͛̕̚υ̸̢̣̥̩̝͑̓̒̕͝l̸͇̞̗͔͉͆̎̑̈́͘l̵̛̠̖̝͂̿͐̂͜͜ƨ̸̭̙̣̿̊̓̈̚͜ͅʜ̸̨̢̭̩̝̓̽̿͑͝ḯ̶̠̖̤̣̺̓̽̌͠Ɉ̷̙͇̣̦̈̇̑͛̆͜!̶͎̥͇̮͓̓͐̎͝͝ ̵̨̮̼̣̫̂̀͑́͝ઘ̷̢̡̨͔̰̈́͋̇͋̎υ̷̡̮̟̦̬̊̽̒̒̏l̸̖̻̣̹̯͑͊͆͝͠ļ̷̗̱̪̠̌̒͋͌̃ƨ̵̼̜͉̩̗̌̔́̑̂ʜ̷̰̳͓͖̗̈́̉̀͋͝i̶̡̧̟̜̲̔͗͒͆̚Ɉ̵̨̻͕̣̝̂̿́̉̈!̸̦͍̗͍͉̾̏̉̄̚ ̶̧̹̻͓̤̑̏̂̓͠O̶͎͚͓̣͐̽̋͋̕ͅʜ̵̧̢̝͕̞͗͒̇͐͘ ̸̛̳̭͚͔̺̌̎͛̔γ̷̻̥̝̩̅͒̅͐̓͜o̶͍͇̹̫͖̊̄͑͘͠ῦ̷̫̦̩̘̆͐̈́͝ͅ ̷̢̢̰̹̏͗͆̓̅ͅw̷̞͓̗̲͋̆́͋͜͠ɘ̷͔͉̖̮̱͋̄͒̌͆ɿ̷̡̭̮̯͓͒͊̅̏̕ɘ̷̮̳͓̻̓̆̀͗̊ͅ ̸̯̼͙̗̫̄͗̅̊͗q̴̢̬̦͓̲̈́́̍͂̽ɒ̵̧͉͕̗̘͂̈̓̏͠ƨ̷̛͖̥̺͉̬̈͊́̓Ɉ̷̼͎̘͎̼̉͛̉̕̚ ̸̡̖̻̦̺̌̓̂͐̏γ̸͈̜̤̜̓̓͂͆͝ͅo̶̱̗̼͙̣͛͌̈́͑͊υ̶͔͖͇͔̠̉̒̇́̀ɿ̵̢͓̙̱̂̒̾̚͜͠ ̶̥̰͎̝͇́͒̀̓̏l̸̢͈̼̤̉̓̿͛͋͜i̸̠͖͔͗̏̔͌͘͜ͅṁ̵̳̬̦͔̦͆͐̚͠i̴̼͚̤̘̠͂̿͠͠͝Ɉ̷̺̜̘̘͔̐̀̈̀̀,̸̡̩̪̺͋̐̌̚͝ͅ ̶̨͎̯͍͍̇̈́̓̇̚ʜ̸̝̪̯͕̍̒̀͂͜͝υ̶̬̭̟̩͔̑̏̈́̿͆ʜ̴̫̝̞̻̃̒̒͒̍͜?̴͇͈̞̗̦̄̄̓̄̍ ̵̛̖͈̩̞̫̇̈̚͝Y̵̩̼̗͇̺͗̔̿̚͝o̸͇̱̫͊̈́̍̀͜͝ͅυ̸̹̣̞̹̊̌͊̿͜͝ ̴͉̖͓̳̿͌̈́̈̊͜ẃ̷͇̼̞͖̍̇̏́͜ɘ̴͈̠̼̙̯̓̉̇̊̽ɿ̶̙̖̦͙̰͋̓̽̈́͝ɘ̵̬̭̱̻̑̈͊̓̈ͅ ̶̮̯͚͓̗̓͌͑͊͋m̸̺̬̠͇̥̓́͂͑͘ɒ̴̨̲̦̦̞́̍̚̕͠ʞ̴͉̱̯͈̤̃͌̽̀̄i̵͕̹͈̱͒̃̈̓̋͜n̶͍͇̠͉͍̂͌͛̒͝ϱ̴͕̳̪͓̲̈́̔̋̌̍ ̴̙̥̞̲̟̎̃͋͒͝ɘ̸̹̫̖̙̼̌̅̅̇̈́x̶̡̺͕̖̙̄̈́̈́͗̚ɔ̷̳͔̖͖̌͑̒́̐͜υ̶̭͕̦͙͓̾͛̀́̾ƨ̸̭̤̳͔̯́̋̾̅͒ɘ̴̯͙͇̮̑̃̀̇͝ͅƨ̷͖͖̦̪͎̔͛̅̐͝ ̵̲͖̪̞͍̾́̎̎̉ʇ̵̢̭̺̦̲̔̊̾̈́̒ó̴̡̦̱̫̹̽̓̈́̂ɿ̷̗̬̝̣̦́̆͊̆̕ ̴̧̣̠̯̰̊̓̓̎̏γ̶͔̮̙͙͆̽͋̃͘͜õ̴̢̮̠͉͍̆̀̀͐ὐ̸͙͓̩̗͖͒̀̈́̈́ɿ̶̬̤͉͎̠͊̆̒͆́ ̸̼̞͙̠͔̑̈́̉̀̓o̵̫̝̬̞̫͐͛̈́̎͠w̸͚̩̗̜̹̄͊́͗͝ń̵̖̤̙͒̅̀̋ͅͅ ̶̢̛̮͍̝̹̍́̐́ selfishness.̷̡̱̲̻͎̊̒̆̍̊ ̸͉̯̞̗̯̃͆̎̏͒T̴̡͉̬͚̦͋̓̆̋͝ʜ̷̡̲̟̦̾̎̿̐͠ͅɒ̵̩̺̠̳̇̌̅̈̊͜Ɉ̵̤͕̬͚͎͂́̒̄͠ ̵̧̢̧̫̠̇̽̈́͑͝ gratitude ̸̺̹͐̈́͐̍̈w̵̡̠͖͚͉͐̊͛̌̚ɒ̶̡̹̫̙̠́̍̓̓̀ƨ̵̺͖͇͎̦̏̓̀̌͝ ̶͙̘̜͇̼̒͆͑̚͝ɒ̸̢̯̬̯͕̈́͊͋́̊ƨ̸̧͍͕̥͔͂̊̈̃͠ɘ̸̨͉͓͖͍͒̓͆̓̕ṁ̴̘͉̻̭̊̓̈́̾͜q̶̛̞͖̜̀̂͒͠ͅͅɈ̸̳̫͓̖͇̈́̀̇̀͐γ̴̧͚̬͈̽̏̅̅͛ͅɒ̶̨̣̩̭̝̓͌̈́̏́ƨ̷̡͎̤̲͈̐͗͂́̚ ̵͔͙̺̯͓́̒͑̌̕m̷̘̳͇͖̗̆́̒͘͝γ̵̦̦̜̗͖̀̈́̏̅͝ ̶̨̬̺͎͉́̋̃̓̀w̷͎͕̼͉̤͊̉̾̔͝ɒ̸̧͈͍͖̩̓̆̀́͊l̵̪̰͇̟̦̓̈́̀̆̀l̴̢͇̭̣̯̓̇̈́́̍ɘ̶̡̣͖͕̖͒͆̋̉̀Ɉ̴͖̘͖̭̖̏͆͑͒̄.̸̦̟̻̙̓̈́̽̐͛͜ ̶͉͚͇̥̠̄̚̚͘͝⅃̶̢͚̞̹͆̍͆̋̄ͅɘ̴̙̘̞͓̃͊̃̍̊͜ɒ̷̺̳͔͖̱͛̃̎̕̕v̶̛͈̜̝͇͇̑̄̂̓ɘ̴̞̙̭̰̹̉͐̔̽̄ ̸̭̲͚̲̻̉̉̏̄͠i̵̯͔̦̻̬͊͗̋̾̚Ɉ̷̦̟̦̹̼̀́̂͑͝ ̵̡̟͈͙̟̈́̂͋̽͘Ɉ̵̧̪̥̯̫̄̓̓̑̎o̸̲̘̺͖̳͑́̾̽̇ ̶͙͇͚̫̯͒́̃̀̆ɒ̴͇͙̳̙͈̓̇͑̅̽ ̵̩̤͎̯͚̓̃́́̇ϱ̸̝̰͕̫̤͊̈́̑́͘ɘ̵͉̤͖̠̖́̾̎͋̚ǹ̵͕͍͚̬͈̂͂̌̊ύ̵͉̼̪͎̤̋͑̋͘į̸̪̥̲̽̆̄́̈́͜ņ̶̼̞̤̳̂͂̎͒͠ɘ̵̡̡̤̠̖̑̄͆̿̊ ̸̡͕̮͕̭̌̽̃̿͠q̷̹̫̪͍̑͒́̉̊͜i̵̧̠̼̞̘̇͐͑͐̕ɘ̷̳̺͔͔̹̄͗́̔̚ɔ̷̮̞͙̞̖̔̀̀̈̕ɘ̷̡̛̮̱͇̠͊͒́͛ ̴̡̛̼̻̠̭́̑͐͌o̷͔͉̦̙͕͊̾͌́̏ʇ̵̰̭̫̣̳̌͂̐̂̒ ̷̰̯̥̘̜̏͊̉͋͘Ɉ̸͔͕͉̜͔̑̊̊͂͝ɿ̴͉͉͚͛̇̐͘̚͜ͅɒ̵̢͈̫͑̇̏̎̚͜͜ƨ̴̪̰̭̙̞̌̇̀̄̀ʜ̶̤͉̱̼̪̀̔͋̍͘ ̸͖̠̗͖̟́͛͛̋͒Ɉ̷̢̥͎̮̣̽͌͂̑̚o̶̡̬̠̥̓̅͛̈̆ͅ ̶̨̣̻̗̝͌͛̍̽̅ use me ̸̨̨̤͓̹̾̅͋̍͝ɒ̴̧̤̻̯̓͑̽̍̽͜ṇ̷̢͕͉̘̆̎̉̈͛b̷̡̢̭̻̺̓̐̏̉͝ ̸̛͖̳̜͉̐̄̀̋͜Ɉ̸̢̝̘̥͓́͐̈́̑̽ʜ̵̰͈̯̬̫̀̾͋͌͠ɿ̶̘̠̲͈̌͊̔͂̀ͅo̸̢͔̖̣͖̒̾̊̈́͑ẃ̸̢̨̝͈̫͂̑̈̓ ̷̢̧̢̛̟̘̈̊͌̅m̷̞̱̝͈̓̊͑͠͝ͅɘ̶̹̼̤̘͉̀͋́̈́͝ ̶̺̳̮̞͍͊̄͒͑̕ɒ̶̖̩̹͖̟̄̌̃̇͋w̴̬̣͈̟̃̿̒̕͝ͅɒ̸̹̮̥̦̫̄̃̏̌̆γ̶̮͚͖̥̻͒̍̉̈́̀ ̸̛͙͉̺̜̺̈́̒̄̃ʇ̶̡̜͙͔̝̊̌̎̈́̕ǫ̶̳͉̰͙͛̓̆͆͠ɿ̵̛̹̟̫͙̱́̄͝͝ ̵̙͙̩͙͎͒̌̓̓͛ʜ̷̡̩̩͓̹̾̽́̐͠ḭ̵̢̻̤̒̔̄̀͌ͅƨ̵̯̦̘̻̼͂̉̂͗͝ ̸̝͉̙̼̲͌̋̽͐͝ benefit .̴̗̜͖͈̺̋͊̒͛̈́ ̸̫̰̜̺̣̆̂̇̉̓Ì̴̡̢̬̳̥̂̓̕͝ ̷̨̟̱̹̘́͊͌͊͊w̶̡̧̥͕̼̏͆͘͘̕ɒ̴̟̲͕͚͈̅̓̉̂͝n̸͔̫͈̠̭̅̆̏̍̿Ɉ̴̡̜̰̪̟̆͂̒̕͝ɘ̵͕̪̞̺͉́̂́͋̕b̴̢̭͙̗̫́͗̇͆̚ ̷̧͚͈̰̙͆̈̃̓͋ɒ̸̧̗̩̼̫̈́͑̀͐̕ ̶̨̧̥̼͎̿͌͗̚͝ familyɈ̷̛̦̲̖͚͖̿͌́͝ō̵̩͓̹̙̓͊͊̆͜ö̶̳̪̬̯̮́̅̃̋̚.̶̛̮͈̟͈̟̀̅́͝ ̵̱̰͖̘͖͂̊͂͝͝I̵̢̤͚̹̠͌̓̀̽̉ ̴̛̤͙͈͓͈̌̓̀̉w̵͎̲̫̱̗̿̐̿́̿ɒ̴͓͈̺̩̈͂͑̒͝ͅn̵͕̮̖͙̈̓̓̕͘ͅɈ̸̟͔̤͖̣̀̂͗͒͝ɘ̷̜̳̟̻̑̅͂̐͋͜b̸͓̜̼̣̓͗́́̈́͜ ̴̛͓͖̲̱̝̈̽̓͝ɒ̶̧̖͇̲̯́̆̄̈́̕ ̴̡͕͚̙̣̀̓̊͐̾ homeɈ̵̧͔̞̜͔͛̀̒̚̕o̸̞͇̤͈̥̓̐̓͗͝o̸̱̗̦͑͒̆͒͘͜͜!̸͖͚̳̮̆̓͛͂́ͅ ̶̡͍̝͉́͌͐̒͝ͅИ̸̨̨̼̮͉̓̈́̈́̿̌o̵̫͈͚͚͑͐̑̊͂ͅ.̶̢͚̠̙͇̄̏͗̊̚ ̵̨̨̜̫͕̓̏̆̔͆Į̶̛̹̩͎̞͗̿̀̈ ̶͉̰̤̲̜̒̍̒̅͑b̵̞̟̪̬͖̉̃̀͊͘o̷̰̭̟͎̎̿̂̈́͜͠ǹ̴̢̢̮͉̼͛̀͗̒'̷̝̣̘̱̯͆̍̒̈̈́Ɉ̵̝͔̫̤̬̄̏͌̎̈́ ̵̧͍̻̮̭̈́̀̈̚͠ẅ̸̧̹̲͓̫̂̉͌̕ɒ̸͕̹̹̱̩͂̓̿͐͝n̷͇̥͔̣̥̑͋̅̀̈Ɉ̵̡̡͕̥͓͛́͆̏̕ ̴̳̻̠̋̓̓̊͜͝ͅɈ̴̡̗̙͛͛͗̏̐͜ͅõ̵̢̺̩̗̯͛̈́͂̎ ̸̬̟̳̥̜͂̆̆̃̕ die.̸͈͔͇̱̤̔̈́͑̑͗ ̵͇͚̙̺̽̋̑̐̋ͅḪ̷̲͓͎̰̑͆͆̍̚o̷̢͈̲͉̍̈̊̏̔͜ŵ̶̧̯͈̦̮̊̀͊͝ ̸̗̻̬̫̀̀̏̍̔ͅɔ̵̛͎͔̹͙͖̂̇̉̈́o̷̞͓̙̼̜̊̄̿͘͝ὐ̶̨̢͚͙̻͋̒̌̌l̵̛̲̗̙̣̲̽̎̕͝b̴̛̺͎̼̺̤̀̈́̚͠ ̵͕̤͈̟͈̈́͗̌͗̏γ̶̨͎͓̙͖̿͐̀͌͘o̵̧̯̞̼̹͗͆́̚͝ΰ̶͓̲̗̬͎̀̄̕͝ ̵̡̳͓͕̗̅̀̇̀̾Ɉ̸̢͖̱͓̜̈́́̂̌͝ʜ̵̡͔̺̟̼̽̽̈̒͝ḯ̴̧̨̛̯̮̪͆̀̏ņ̶͈͉̮̥̍̅̒͠͝ʞ̶̢̢͖̣̝̂͋̋̚̚ ̵̨̙̘̬͓̽͋̍̔͘Ɉ̵͓͈̳͎̂̈́̋̊̈ͅʜ̷̤̳̦̼̂͋̈͑̕͜ɒ̵̛̻͕̤̫͕̿̎̀̎Ɉ̷̝̝͈͎̦̓̋̈̌͝?̵̧̢͕͍͕̽͌̂́͒ ̷̢̲͖̤̳̃̆̒̈͝Ỷ̴̨̖̯̘̺̿̃͛͒ṑ̸̺̯̳̝̅͠͠ͅυ̵̛̙͉͈̞͍̽̆̓͊ ̴̹̗̣͚͉̉͛̑̕͠ƨ̶͖̮̞̗̦̄̇̆̀͋Ɉ̴͉̩͉̙̉͆͂̄͝ͅυ̴̢̙̯̺͎̅̊͛͝͠q̸̲̙͈̥̀̑͛̃̕ͅi̴͍̮̼͚͎̿̀̇́͝b̷̧̢̫̄̂́̕͜͝ͅ ̴̦͔͙̳̌̊͒̕͝ͅʜ̷͖̖̩̦͓̄͐̇͛̊γ̸̨͔̞̫̤̔͂͗͂͘q̶̝̘͙̬̝̈́̈́̒̔̀ó̵̢̲̞̓͐́̚͜͜ɔ̴̨̨̥̩͍̆̆̎̚͝ɿ̶̢̘̘̱͚̿̿͐͂͝ḯ̵̲̭̘̮̠̓̇̌́Ɉ̶̜͚̹̼͈͂̄̈́́́ɘ̶̠̜̩̰̯͂̍̈́̇͆.̸̢̩̣̼̅͑̀̚̚ͅ [Headphones recommended for the best experience. 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There was no time for emotions for this Mali'aheral. Desimir immediately resorted to doing what he knew how to do best, work and research. For hours in the next couple of days, he would encircle the pool of dried blood that he was first to discover that dreadful day. He took measurements. Calculated angles and trajectories. Took samples of the blood and environment. Played out every possible scenario. All his analysis lead his to the same answer. " This make no sense. " He then found himself back in a familiar setting. A setting where it all began. A library. Books, after all, were his only reliable consultant in his father's absence. And they were always somewhere he knew to find them. Within their text there were no emotions to deceiver, just direct, logical facts about what is, isn't, and could be. But this time, their text offered no hope or angle of solution for Desimir, despite cross examining their words with his evidence. He grew agitated with each page he quickly turned. His table was already littered with books but he went to gather another stack within his arms. His steps were sluggish and unbalanced underneath not just the weight of the books but also the words he already knew they were going to read. His lips suddenly started to quiver and his eyes watered. " I have control over my emotions ! " He commanded to himself. He managed to will himself a few steps further. " My emotions.. are under.. my co- " He choked up again, worse this time. Desimir's knees buckled and he collapsed, buried under the sad and irrefutable truth. He sat there and balled up his fist to hit the temples of his head as hard as he could a until it felt numb. His breathing was shallow and rapid. " I am.. a scholar magi... Desimir Divadri... son of- " He tried to convince himself of who he was but couldn't stop his sobbing from interrupting. The traumatic memories with his father flooded his psyche and then collided with the good ones when finally accepted as his son. His hand grasped around the jewelry Sarrion made for him. It's protecting enchantment once made it glowed but it was now dull with him gone. He composed himself for a moment and tried to steel himself again. " He's my father... it's my duty.. I have to- " He stopped himself. His words felt hollow as all his teary vision could see was his sister yelling an echo of the same, exact words back at him and rejecting him from her life. He rocked himself back and forth and even tried to distract his mind from the pain with equations of equivalent exchange. " I-If two divided by 'p' plus.. 't'.. then 't' times 'p'.. p- p- p- o' please don't leave me, not again...! " Sat amidst the piles of books, Desimir hugged his legs and buried his face into them, weeping uncontrollably. Once again, Desimir was lost and alienated. Once again, he had no home. Once again, he felt useless with no purpose. Once again, he had nothing. Once again, he had no one left to turn to. Once again, he was alone.

I personally do not like the Dragur Library being at the Cloud Temple. By it being there, it further removes the library from the roleplaying player base, due to the Cloud Temple really not being a hub for much roleplay (Not that the Dragur library was either, but still...). Much of the roleplay is out there in the world, beyond the cloud temple, where I think the Dragur Library should be too like it was back in Axios, where it actually had some life to it by players running it completely themselves. Sure the library would have to be involved with outside threats and encounters along with the rest but that to me is much more enjoyable than the library being cast aside, barely visible, and empty at the cloud temple overseen by rarely present monks.

I have to say that this rewrite is very much clear and detailed to the point of describing the features and abilities of necromancy so that its easy to understand. The red-lines are also very well drawn out. This focuses down the art towards characteristics and capabilities that are appropriate to the theme of this magic while also still allowing the user room for a bit of imagination.

Ngl, I thought this was a medieval fantasy server...

OOC Username: _LegendaryLegend Discord: Legendary Legend#4872 RP Name: Desimir Zytiaear Age: ~70 Race: Mali’aheral Place of Residence: None Department: The Keepers of Scientia- Keeper The Professors of Academia- Student The Researchers of Incognita- Discipuli Other Organizations: The Enchantry Mage’s Guild Library of Dragur Holm Academy

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Geat guide. This kinda roleplay is something that is most enjoyable to expereicne if done right. I love the push for this being that I dont see this type of roleplay getting attension.

Scion ((OOC)) MC Name: _LegendaryLegend Discord:Legendary Legend#4872 Timezone:EST IC Name: Ryldfene Valor Race: High Elf/ Wood Elf Nation Allegiance (Only if you are a political member, this does not count citizenship): None. Age: 45 Can you fight?: Yes, I can fancy a sword. Do you know magic?: I hope one day to be able to, this is my current personal pursuit. Would you do work (Nexus professions) for the Scions?: I tinker and invent.

Updoot! -Edited Format -Edited Relations ~Added: - Heial - Geneviene - Ravondir - Eliza - Dael'ran - Nynaeve - Dewlox Let me know if I forgot anyone!

There we are! Formatting issue has finnaly been resolved. Oddly I just readjust the spacing in google docs. Didn't think this sort of thing woul be my first update but its a major enough change in my book, so.. Updoot!

Well Ryld was given this armor ooc & ic by other who bear the same uniform so you'll have to take it up with them: @Malgonious *shrug* And please this is not the appropriate place to discuss thing so rather pm))

Its doing the same thing in a new topic.... wtf are you talking about? O.o

((Yeah, I have /no/ idea what's going on with the formatting and how to fix it. Any recommendations?))

Ryldfene Valor (By Thriaemis at Devianart.com ) Basic Infomation Character's Full Name: Ryldfene Xorlarrin Valor Reason or meaning of name: Seeker of Light Nicknames: ~Ryld ~Ryl Physical Appearance Gender: Male Race: Mali'amealheral (Half Wood Elf and High Elf) Age: 36+ years of age How old does he/she appear: 27 years of age Weight: 156 lb Height: 6'4" Body type: Mesomorph Body build: He has a tone and well proportioned body with slightly broad shoulders, though his muscles lack in much depth due to his elven heritage. Shape of face: Simi- diamond and square Eye color: Grey Glasses or type of aid for the eyes: None Skin tone: Touch of tan Distinguishing marks: N/A Predominant features: N/A Hair color: Brown Type of hair: Straight Hairstyle: Long hair that nearly touches his shoulders. His hair curls slightly with the length of the hair. There is a ponytail tied in the back of his head. Voice: Proper British Accent Overall attractiveness: Fairly attractive Physical disabilities: None. Outfit: Jewelry or accessories: None Personality Mood character is most often in: Passive, if a bit optimistic. Sense of humor: Sophisticated Character's greatest joy in life: Touring himself around a grand library of vast books Character's greatest fear: Common fears, nothing really extravagant What single event would most throw this character's life into complete turmoil?: Becoming physically or mentally handicap in any way Character is most at ease when: Reading a good or favorite book(s) in a relaxed environment Most ill at ease when: In the presence of violent situations Enraged when: ~Those he cares about are threatened ~Witnessing the suffering of others, especially if they are innocent or treated unjustly Depressed or sad when: ~Occurrence of death, especially to someone close to him Priorities: ~Meeting and forming relationships with others ~Becoming stronger and fit to be better at meeting physical demands Life philosophy: Pragmatism Alignment: Neutral good If granted one wish, it would be: To learn the arcane arts Character's soft spot: Baby animals, and Infants Is this soft spot obvious to others?: Yes Animal lover?: Yes Good Traits: ~Very intelligent/wise/logical ~Diplomat ~Strong-Willed ~Diligent Neutral Traits: ~Disciplined/Patient ~Creative ~Optimistic/Philosophical ~Observant Bad Traits ~Unlikely to change his opinion on a set view ~Pacifist/Soft-hearted ~Smart alack ~Speaks bluntly Regrets: He has nothing to 'regret' because there is nothing to regret. He understands that even if the past was full of hurt and consequences you should look back and appreciate it because it made him into the person he is currently. Biggest accomplishment: None, yet... Minor accomplishment: None, yet... Goals Completed Goals: ~ Expand upon combat skills. [ ✘ ] ~Expand knowledge in the supernatural. [ ✘ ] ~Own a house.[ ✘ ] ~ Expand knowledge in alchemy. [ ✘ ] ~Learn how to ride a horse. [ ✘ ] ~Own a pet. [ ✘ ] ~ Successfully cook something. [ ✘ ] ~Get married. [ ✘ ] ~Start a family [ ✘ ] ~ Obtain a library and read to no end. [ ✘ ] ~Learn the magical arts [ ✘ ] How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Full dedication and passion Drives and motivations: Self -enlightenment and peace Present Current location: N/A Currently living with: Alone Pets: None Religion: N/A Occupation: ~ Scholar ~Tactician ~Philosopher ~Mediator ~Adviser Finances: High/Middle- Class Relations Hate Great Dislike Dislike Unsure Neutral Like Befriend Trust Love Phlatonically Love ₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ Father (aka Dewlox) " What can I say, Father? I can't thank you enough for being there when I needed you and raising me to the man you see before you today. " Mister Dael'ran " You've known be longer and better than anyone, and I appreciate our great friendship throughout the years. You are like a brother to me. I only wish as we find our places in the world, that our friendship will remain never-changing." Mister Heial " I've heard your a man of great experiences and knowledge that of which I'd love to learn about if we are ever given the time to learn more about each other." Miss Nyn " From what I've seen you are a good friend an person at heart. I do wish bad things would cease to come your way but then again I do not. As I see you you have two choices when it does come: to let destroy you or to let it strengthen you. Bad things happen to good people because it is they that are capable of handling it." Mister Ravondir "A trusty adviser and friend, both of which I am thankful for." Miss Genevieve " I tried to pull you out of the hole you've created for yourself. I'm afraid I have given up hope now, since you continue to pull in the opposite direction, for fear you will pull me down in same the hole with you. " Miss Eliza "I assumed your were different than the others, though I see now I was a fool for believing it so. " Everyone else "Simply put, I trust most people as far as I can throw them. Considering the most I've ever invested my strength in is a big book and a sword, I cannot even lift them to toss." Family Mother: Astria (Ah-stra- ya) Xolarrin Father: Halken (Hal-kin) Xolarrin Dewlox Valor (Adoptive Siblings: Arriana (Half -sister) Spouse: None Children: None Favorites Colors: Burnt Orange Gold White Least favorite color: Black Red Music: Flute Food & Beverages ~Bread roll, Cooked crab legs, fried fish, and Roast Beef ~Tea and water Literature: ~History, Mathematics (Calculus), Science Mode of transportation: By Foot Most prized possession: The cloak Ravondir made him Habits Hobbies: Reading, cooking, conducting experiments Plays a musical instrument?: Lute, harp, and flute How he/she would spend a rainy day: Sleep and read Spending habits: Spends his money wisely Smokes: No, not yet anyways... Drinks: No Other drugs: None Usual body posture: Relaxed with a straight back Mannerisms: Bowing/ kissing the hand ( ladies only) during meet and greets, folding his hand behind himself