Astrophysical

Lectors (Very good)

Skin Name - Claymore Bid - $25 USD Discord - cosmiverse

As it was written...

As a co-writer of animism, I am not biased at all. I will admit that animism has its flaws. For the main issue, we wanted a ritual heavy magic for shamanism that unfortunately forces players to get multiple animists in one place. This however became the biggest hurt for the magic as the amount of player animists needed to gather in one place is almost impossible. On the other side, I have heard plenty and plenty enough that animism has no combat capacity and its useless as a magic. To be frank Im tired of hearing it. This only compiles the main issue of the lack of players despite its easy to learn process (even if the lore is somewhat difficult to read). If Elementalism could come back without all the powergaming capabilities we wanted to avoid with animism, that would be great. However as it stands people seem to want old elementalism as I have seen, which is not possible in this current state of the server.

Lector

no, god no.

So true, bestie.

“Nuh-uh!” a foul smelling chef known as Broth states as he reads over the missive, getting grease all over the page. He takes a moment to think “Do we?!” He turns to his brother in arms @_NotChris and shows the missive, practically forcing it on his face.

A Chef’s Plight [!] The following is posted across the lands of Aevos along taverns and Restaurants. I cannot stand silent any longer about my sorrowful tale after catching word of our former King’s rejection of humanity. The man you know as Aleksander II is a cruel, evil, and no-good villain, as you all are aware. However, I plead for any fellow men and women of the taverns and restaurants of the Kingdom Hanseti-Ruska and Aevos to heed my warning! Under no circumstance should Aleksander II be allowed within your fine establishments! It was a cold and stormy night in the Kingdom. A blizzard has taken hold of the region, burying everything in a blanket on powdery snow. After a slow day, I was about to close my restaurant, sweeping the floors, cleaning the dirty dishes, my fellow workers should know. Just as I turned the sign to close, I heard a loud and forceful knock on my front door. I jumped with fear as if GOD had taken my soul! As I was about to announce we were closed, the door burst open, letting a cold wind blow through the foyer! Within the portal stood none other than Aleksander II and two guards who oozed a smell of rotten eggs and meat. The king demanded that I serve him, which I should have refused given the time, but it was an honor that royalty himself has asked for my food! Of course, I sat him down at the largest table in my establishment and asked what he desired. Aleksander II then turned to me, and gave a malicious grin that would send a shiver down any good man’s spine. He then snapped his fingers as the guards put a bloodied sack on the table, opening it to reveal two little babes! I was shocked and almost released my stomach upon the floor. The evil customer saw my displeasure and let out a cackle which echoed through my restaurant. I wanted to deny his request, but his guards looked menacingly at me, threatening my life. I had no choice. I went to the kitchen with the two children and came up with a plan. I would give the children a rightful burial, but to do so I needed a replacement. I frantically searched the kitchen until I found a rotten shank of lamb. I hid the poor corpses within my storage, saying my prayers to GOD for not only those poor children in front of me, but for my own life. I cooked the rotten lamb upon the stove, spicing it as if it were any other meal. I served the replacement before the crown, he observed it carefully for a second before taking his utensils into hand, cutting into the flesh. I was sweating heavily, as if a raincloud was over my head. Then he took one bite. He chewed and chewed before spitting it out at my face! “Vy call this a meal? the royal monster barks as he slams his fist upon the table, “I shall close your restaurant so that you never cook again!” I was ruined! The guards then grappled onto me and tossed me out of my own establishment and home into the unforgiving blizzard. I thank GOD to this day that I have lived to see another day, yet I cannot say the same for the children… For those who have read this, I thank you for listening and heeding. May he never step foot within a tavern or restaurant again! By, A Concerned Chef

“Nub wae. Thiz cannub be real!” a shambling corpse chef, known as Broth, comments as he chews upon the sinewed bones of a random descendant. “How putrid! Zehahaha!”

Name: Zabub "The Fisherking" of Clan Lur Race: Uruk Shaman Class: Animist and Farseer Teacher: Kybal of Clan Azog

A demon of purple slime catches wind of the notice, and by catching wind, the wind blew the flier in front of his face. Perhaps from the fliers @ThatFunkyBunch was handing out. He pulls the now sticky missive from his visage peers over it for a moment before simply saying, "Bah! Too many lines and fancy words!"