winterblessing

Thank you for all the hard work squak. Good luck reviewing all the vaults!! We appreciate you

Some of the tables make this piece very hard to read on mobile. Additionally, the use of the ‘special’ fonts make it hard to ctrl+f things on the piece, which may cause issues when someone needs to look something up quickly for clarification.

the way this is formatted makes it incredibly challenging to read on mobile, just a heads up.

These are some really great updates. Thank you Daisy!

favourite moment you have experienced on the server so far?

[!] This is a private document to be found IN ROLEPLAY. Only those in possession of said document are privy to the contents. ✦ ———————————————— ✦ TO MY PUPIL, Decades ago, you first ventured up the Peak of Enlightenment. You may have not known it then, but this was the first step of your journey to ascension. Every stride that followed has brought you closer to this moment; you have clutched fate in your palms and weaved it to your liking. Years ago, you vowed to snuff out any corruption that may slither its way into Mul’naar. Do not forget your promise to strike me down should it be necessary. The journey towards purity is an unending one, all of us upon the cliffs seek to uphold it with every passing moment and you are no exception. Even an inkling of taint is to be purged with the highest degree, burnt to nothing but ashes and blood. Weeks ago, you proved your worth as my greatest pupil, a flame nurtured that I believe surpasses my own. Of all those who visit our cliffside monastery, you are one that shines brightest. From that first meeting I could see it within you – a spark that, if given time to burn, would grow into a blazing fury capable of whatever she sets out to do. Days ago, we set our eyes upon Hyspia. A nation I saw rise from the sands and promptly be ushered back into them. You will come to learn how fickle time can be, how something as certain as an entire settlement can even fall into the clutches of stagnancy. You may already know this better than most, given how restless you always are. It will be a challenge for you to toe the line between burning so bright that you snuff out your flame, and remaining moving so as not to fall dim by inaction. These final trials will be a testament to all you have learned, each a hurdle I have the utmost confidence you can pass. Moments ago, you took the final step. There is no turning back now. No matter what you do, it should all be in service of completing these three tasks. You will show your knowledge of our faith and scribe a work fit for publishing. Whether this is kept for our private library or displayed to the literary minds of Aevos is up to you – but it will be read by those at the mountain, bare minimum. You will prove your fortitude in even the most isolated of environments. As you already know, true learning comes at the most remote of places. Only when you are alone will you finally understand. Create a piece of jewelry befitting of royalty. Whether this is a pendant, a necklace, a ring, or a crown is up to you; any matter of regality will do. Upon its completion you will venture north, bury your work within the tundra, and retrieve your prized possession no less than a year later. The order of these trials is irrelevant, but lastly, you are to prove your worth in combat. If you truly wish to stave out corruption, you must be as deft with a blade as you are with a pen. I have heard you slay any matter of beasts, yet one lays missing – us. You are to challenge one of Mul’naar’s to combat and be victorious. The rules are to be decided by whoever you decide to fight. Then, and only then, will you truly feel the warmth of your inner flame. May the wind guide your path, ████████. Fate lies within your palm once more.

You can run the </realms activity> command to see where the active hubs are, like people have mentioned above, but it can be a little hard to nail down exactly where the roleplay is happening within those regions. Are you looking to integrate with a certain race like elves or humans? I can try to help point you in the right direction if so.

We rushing Aiglos or should we pivot? Any tips for an up and coming Orphiant player?

A battered, injured nephilim sat brooding within a cliffside monastery. The corners of her lips curled into the beginnings of a frown, radiating disappointment for her fallen sister. Mora's smoldering gaze lay upon Ysivryn, offering little more than a single bob of her head. This was not a decision to take lightly; she was prepared for the worst.

Cliffside meditation was disturbed by a low stirring deep within the monastery. Though she had cast out rage a long time ago, Myleres could feel an inkling brew within her core. A gritting of teeth was met alongside hushed conversation -- a promise soon vowed. Purification was inevitable.

Emika could see the smoke billowing in the distance. She watched on in horror as her home was turned into nothing but ruins. Without Rezalisa and without Kovgrad, Emika felt lost. The quiet bleating of a goat that clung to her side was not enough to snap her out of her daze. As a hand ran through the goat’s fur, the servant woman was left with more questions than answers. What would she say? What would she do? Where would she go now?

Upon reading the missive, Emika was overcome with nothing but melancholy. A letter was hastily penned to the dear ex-Baroness, wishing not to be forgotten amidst the solitude that fell over Kovgrad's walls. For a few moments, it seemed as if even the goats bleated in sorrow as this chapter was closed upon the quaint, cozy keep. Now, if any, would be a suitable time for Emika to finally indulge in the famous Kovgrad cider. "Please be well, Lady Rezalisa," she spoke with sorrow to the empty throne.

To Liri, the line between elder and novice was never concrete. Some days she still felt the same as when she was first attuned – as if she was naught but a single snowflake amidst a raging blizzard. It was only when the aches of old age began to nip at her heels that she accepted her fate. She may have been an elder, a mentor, or just any other old, deranged druid, but she refused to become like her predecessors. Every step was a burden and every breath a struggle. She desperately leant upon her mother for support, hardly able to stand on her own. Sister Snow had made up her mind a long time ago as the seventh tenant of the Sage Way echoed in her mind. She could still hear her grandmother’s voice firmly lecturing. “Where life goes, so too should you.” The Lynx was Liri’s everything, one of the last things that still bound her to this tattered mortal coil. It mattered not if the Great Stag humored their request. If she couldn’t follow her partner right now, she would find a way to pass to the eternal forest on her own terms. To forsake the natural cycle was a failure of a druid’s duties. She could only ever delay the inevitable, so why bother to run any longer? “If we wish to welcome the new, we first must accept the death of the old.” She gave one final glance over her shoulder, tears only now beginning to gather in her eyes. One final lingering, observant gaze cast about all of those that bore witness to her death. There was a cruel irony to it, watching snow melt in the dead of winter. Turning back to the Lynx, she gave the faintest dip of her head. Their fingers intertwined, Liri keeping a tight hold for support as she hobbled forth. She had never thought herself capable of walking so willingly to her end. Death scared the elder more than anything else. There was no screaming, crying, or lashing out in refusal of her fate – only a resolute acceptance that this was not the end, but rather a new beginning. As she stared down the blinding light of the fae realm, she couldn’t help but murmur a final few words to her partner. Voice laden with an eerie sense of calm, kept it quiet enough that only Tailesin and the deities above could hear. “I sure hope you’re willing to spend another eternity with me, leyuan.” Amidst the ethereal portal she could see the familiar faces of old brothers and sisters peering out. Finally, alongside Lynx, Sister Snow was welcomed home. No longer did she have to bear the persistent ache of her transience. Winter ending only meant that flowers would soon bloom.

kill the minmaxer.

damn too real

Liri fell to her knees and wept, inconsolable as she clutched the note close to her chest. No words or comfort could break her out of her miserable state as she began to incessantly mutter. The voices in her head were growing louder, the dreaded call of nature becoming nigh insurmountable.