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“T’ank **** m’ contracts are safe...wait paperwork? Fer a dragon?” Hareven mutters before bowling over laughing over the mental image

A less tolerant man watches the beavers before considering some actions. Some golem with a hammer actions.

Hareven glances as his aura, as a druid, then back to the paper, then back to his aura, before opting to go back to mashing metal things to life.

“What” Uttered Hareven from atop a particularly shitty mountain

A lumberjack of a man walking the paths of the forest casts his eyes in the direction of the roar, clay man and metal creatures aligned behind him as he traveled with a long smithing hammer slung over his shoulder. He’d flip a strange token in his offhand, one that never leaves. He merely keeps walking. There would be work to do and it will not be stopped. Not by dragon above or demons below. The work must be done.

cause admins go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

This is fairly simple. This is a proposal to implement Azhl/Blighted Steel as a weakness to all Fae-Beings. I’ve been in the process of getting a Dungeon set up based on Fae Lore and other such things, such as balancing Treelords and such, during which me and ScreamingDingo had a conversation regarding irl mythos with Fae and Cold Iron. Now, reasonably it would be a bit weird if suddenly mundane iron in Lotc took on the effects that cold iron do. So instead I present this. For Fae, be it ET Fae or things like Epiphytes, Azhl and it’s products cause discomfort when exposed within five or six meters of it, like a intense dislike. Think someone pointing a firecracker at your face discomfort. As for it’s effects, they’re intensified. A few cuts, two or three, leading to Azhl Anemia effecting a human-sized average Fae. More being needed for increasingly different and strange Fae. For now the baseline is Descendant Style Fae, such as Epiphytes and what not. The effects against ET Fae are to the ETs discretion but will open up a more easily obtained and mundane weakness. All and all. Proposed Changes. -Fae and their derivative creatures such as Epiphytes suffer the effects of Azhl far more than mundane folk. -Extended exposure to Azhl is intensely uncomfortable. Mining it would be torturous even. -Azhl Anemia onsets far faster to them. -Azhl Steel being an effective counter in Fae Themed Events in assorted way.

Qualms about formatting aside, the lore here should be adjusted to Lotc standard. Fae Realm is correct, but we've no Pan to speak of in our pantheon. Check the Mani-Posts for the Snake Mani for a good replacement. Also of note some of the aesthetic here are already held by Epiphytes. Would change the phrasing on the FTB to no FTB There's no precedent for Iron hurting Fae either, that's a weakness from cultures in reality that didn't quite make it. Maybe Ahzs steel hurting them more instead? I'll go over it again when I'm not on mobile, but there's that for now.

Hareven sticks his head out of a small hole in the side of a mountain and looks at the sky for a moment “Nope” He goes back into the hole

While Kiaus has a point...it’s a puffin so yes.

((changed the title cause goddamnit **** ****))

God ******* damnit

Return the nature to the barren mountains. The task had it’s risks but not so soon, Hareven thought, as the bear honed in on him rapidly. Ciliren, her prosthetic smashed, diving off behind a patchwork of the larger trees to wait for orders or hide. By Eedenartwork No amount of Druid prowess was going to deter the bear, a thought determined as it began barreling towards Hareven. The quarrel in it’s side staining fur with blood, but the crossbow brought was tuned for Cili, and made for deer. But it’s attention was off the child. At least for now. It lunged, claws ripping through Harevens shoulder as he narrowly made his way out of immediate death, a smaller tree crushed under the weight. With a quick motion, Hare would pull his coat off and roll himself onto the bears back, wrapping the leather overcoat around its neck and holding for dear life, the bear thrashing and fighting, slamming Hareven back into more trees and the ground as the Druids waited for his opportunity. And it came. A pause for rest for the bear led to a sharpened knife dug deep into it’s eye, held firm even moments after it dropped to the ground. The worst had not passed however, as the mountain rumbled.. Artwork by Thomas Moran Was it the sound of it’s thrashing, or the roar? Cilirens scream? The reasons came and went, as it mattered not. Violet sap running down Harevens arm, the wound not given a chance to seal as he drug his coat from out beneath the bear, as he ran towards Ciliren. They were too far from the shelter, the trees around them hardly grown enough to survive the oncoming avalanche. And then it came to him. Ciliren thrown further down the mountain, Hareven would rip out a notebook from within his coat. A knife into the bark, runes laid upon runes, with maddened speed. And a knife to pry his wound open more, the mans bizarre ichor laid onto the runes. The mountain side would explode in a flurry of heat and steam, the avalanche hitting the radius of the strange phenomenon, but this would hold. Snow melting and contributing to the steam for several minutes, until it began to cool. Trees scorched by the steam, exposed dirt, rocks, and moss now revealed from under the snow. Hareven himself, burned and missing the faux skin that concealed his form, crumpled on the ground as the wounds sealed up. Staring at what had been done. He was one of them now.

Hareven would sit atop an archway within Aegrethond, looking out at the city after catching word of Rickards passing. A small sigh escapes him “All those around me are starting to fade. When will my time come, I wonder...Perish the thought, may you rest well with the others.” And with that, he was gone, a flock of birds overhead crying loudly and dropping small grass wreaths on the city for a time...

A old druid alchemist pours over the piece in equal awe “Holy ****” being his only comment

(gamer pro tip, animii isn’t known as animii in character by anyone)

Hareven would start gathering things and preparing his tools, turning his eyes onto the deactivated combat golem Ursus, before penning Jorvin a letter, offering his full support and knowledge for the coming siege “It’s time. Let us hope we can save what knowledge we can, for all of us” He’d mutter to himself Hareven Lorenthus, Clanless, pledges his full support to the Dwarven Legion in this endeavor.

A panicked by-standard runs through nearby cities in a tizzy, putting up notices! “To the inhabitants of our lovely lands across Arcas, please beware! I’ve been thrice nearly eaten by large snakes since that confounded meteor hit the woods and apparently stirred up some massive critters! I don’t know where they came from, but please be cautious! I have to find a new cow for my milk needs now! Them biggun snakes got Bessy!”

“What” Hareven squints at the letter

+1 cool trees

Hareven went to comment about the nice birds before just flattening his lips out “Hmmmm”

"Huh they specified not from my kin. How polite" Hareven would remark with a tone of pleasant surprise

“GODS DAMNIT” Comments Hareven, sighing as he headbutts paperwork

Hareven sat himself on the island, peering at the Graves. The Grave of the Falx. The Grave of the Meldamiriel. And at the cup that started it. Small Sorvians would be tending to the fallen Wargoths grave. A simple, unassuming Marker would be balanced in Harevens hand, before he’d sit it down. A metal eagle would await it’s orders. It was given a rolled parchment, put in a tube of steel, and it was whispered hushed commands. And so it would fly. From the strange island in the middle, to the misty island where they laid in wait. Passing above a great many cities, it would falter and crash near Them, the tube marked with the same Runestone they marked him with. It laid there, outside the grasp of normal men, and barely within their lands. The automaton would sound out every so often until it was picked up, simply repeating a name. “Ydriel” “Ydriel” “Ydriel” @Xarkly (OOC: Xarklys busy with Athera events so to keep some RP rolling, here we go)

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