Demonica

@Unwillinglymy twin fr 🤞cannot imagine this place without you and your characters @Nectoristwill forever appreciate that we share a love for reading (fast food menus) and our twitter screenshots 🫶 @world@Holylandgreat convos and ideas come with you two naturally, always fond of it @milkyi@clonkymy sisters in fierceness @Milenkhov@sam33497@Orlanthwho woulda thought... 💯🤝 🤞 seven flags california

Rúmil stood at the edge of the glade, where the spires of Cauróst rose like spears against the night sky. Below, the reflection of houses shimmered faintly, silvered by moonlight and softened by the lake, a city built twice, once of stone, and again of water. It was undeniably beautiful, he thought, and for the first time in a long while, he felt something other than despair. Bittersweet. He thought of the day he left Celia'nor, of the quiet in the halls after their mother vanished, and the arguments that followed in her absence. That morning, when he boarded the ship, he hadn't planned to return at all. Part of him hoped the sea would swallow him whole, that the waves might carry him to some far-off shore where he could be anyone but a young Prince. Yet duty weighed heavier than the deepest of waters. He owed his family closure, for their mother, and the wounds left between them. Not for honor, nor for some ideal of justice, but for them. His loyalty had never belonged to kings, gods, or lords and ladies. It was his family's alone. Cauróst had become a home for his family and he found peace with that. His father Húrin would cross his mind in the quiet of the night, his teachings never forgotten. Galahad was here, his ever-loyal brother, stubborn and noble hearted, who had fought battles Rúmil never could. And there was Carys, his confidant, the one who had seen all his sharp edges and chosen to stay anyway. He loved them all deeply, fiercely, and that love brought a sense of peace. Still, their mother, Seraena, was the missing piece. A shadow he would carry forever, her absence with him, heavy as the sea. Perhaps some pieces were meant to stay missing, their absence a reminder of what once was, and the love that still remained.

Well no I've actually said the opposite There were definitely disagreements on how exactly feedback and writing should be received, mostly because of the IC conflict we were in but even then, this was almost a year ago and we consulted several people after the convo in the screenshot asking for their input on the rewrite. At the end of the day what's done is done it's fine and not that big of a deal, I hope something comes out of this because I do agree Zar'akal has been neglected

Respectfully Leyd, this is just not true at all lol. I wasn't going to reply mainly because Jade said everything that needed to be said, but I have not been that mia, in fact I have been coordinating Naztherak player-events within other communities and players, it's just been separate from you guys. As far as I knew, you’ve been inactive and on hiatus for a while, which is completely understandable and fine. However, neither Jade nor I were contacted about any of this which kind of sucks because this is essentially a reworded version of our rewrite.

The Ones with Glowing Purpose “Reborn and Risen.” TABLE OF CONTENTS ______________________ HISTORY The Origins of Ílumrin The Present CUSTOMS & CULTURE Precepts Blazon Appearance TRADITION Rites House Relics ______________________ ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ HISTORY ORIGINS OF ÍLUMRIN Born from the lines of Nullivari and Ibarellan, the former a vaunted lineage of secrecy stooped upon high towers, and the latter a name of revolution and genius, power and merit, was the legendary mali’aheral Húrin. In his noble mannerisms Húrin exhibited all of the qualities of his progenitors, but as he surpassed his youth he distanced himself from the facsimile of these traits and sought to be his own man. Gifted armaments of legend by an errant mentor, the mali traversed the world as a blade of justice, embodying a virtue which could only be described by his actions. Though he held in his heart the pride of the Nullivari and the cunning of the Ibarellan, his sights became set on the dark, and with his carbarum blade marked the heart of evil, embodying justice itself. Thus he was turned against many adversaries of the light, towards mori’quessir and undead and devil and great dragons, and he slew many and razed many sources of evil alongside his crusading companions, cementing himself as a figure of high repute and song, his form framed by the great dragon-armor Ved Maar. Then along came an elfess with a supposed unknown heritage. Her story was unwritten, yet the wealth in her mind was vast. She kept her knowledge and theories to herself for many years, showing humility in her teachings until she could become a mentor. The elfess was named Seraena, a mali’ of unknown heritage. Once she met Húrin, it was not long before she began to spout her teachings to her children and her spouse. With her mentor, Anordal, she traversed through rigorous magic and familial history. Seraena did not speak openly upon her heritage for many years, until she felt ready to debut to her children her name and lineage. Duty eventually overcame her, and she found herself fiercely succumbing to the necessities and safety of her children and spouse. When the great mali found his wife Seraena, he was faced with a choice. Deciding it time to perpetrate his progeny, he found that he had surpassed the ideals of each of his legendary bloodlines, and thus he saw that the vision he wished to create in the world was separate from either. Thus it was decreed that a new house would be formed with himself as head, Ílumrin, those with glowing purpose. Forged under the chivalry and ideals of him and the sons of Húrin, Galahad, and Rúmil, the house would grow to embody these features, to exist as elven crusaders against the dark. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ PRESENT WHERE HOUSE ÍLUMRIN STANDS NOW Within the Princedom of Cauróst did the house officially raise its banner and Castle, a bastion of its own cause. Its future would now be written by His Highness, Galahad the Prince and his younger brother, the honorable young Prince, Rúmil. Galahad and Rúmil, the two brothers who once bore the noble names of their former houses, cast aside their old identities to embrace the title of Ílumrin. As Galahad gazed upon the empty forests of the Silent Valley, he envisioned a grand city rising from the soil, a home by which his dreams may be realized. Rúmil, on the other hand, turned his eyes to the vast and uncharted sea with wanderlust, envisioning a newfound family to call his own. Rúmil, the younger, possessed a free spirit, though his kind heart often weighed heavily upon him. When their mother, Seraena, vanished without a trace, he dedicated his youth to the journey of her whereabouts and sought to honor her memory in the name of his family. Galahad, the elder, chose to remain by their father’s side. Unlike his younger brother, he was guided by a sense of duty and a stalwart heart. Rumors swirled that he might have been the unseen force behind their mother’s disappearance, and that he was the first to forsake the Nullivari name altogether, while other whispers claim that Rúmil was the first to abandon the name of Nullivari-Ibarellan after his father, Húrin, trailblazing a path for the coming generation. Yet despite their diverging paths, both brothers labored towards the Ílumrin legacy in their own rights. Galahad transformed the desolate forest that once towered over him into a magnificent kingdom, his hands melding stone, wood and fire into a city that stood as a beacon for all Elvenkind–and most notably, for his family. Rúmil, meanwhile, set forth on the sea aboard the vessel gifted by his father, ‘The Soaring Siren’. In his quest for their mother, he encountered the family who had once raised her. Through them, he discovered that he possessed not only the Nullivari-Ibarellan's birthright, but also a bloodline of Seraena's own royal ancestry—an inheritance kept secret by his family, who had chosen long ago to let that legacy fade into obscurity. With this revelation, he uncovered a vast trove of hidden knowledge, ranging from forgotten cultures and names to long-lost relics and more. Armed with this newfound knowledge, the young Prince sailed towards Cauróst, clutching scrolls and tomes that would aid in unraveling the mysteries of their parental lineage. On the other side of the sea, Galahad had often gazed beyond the gates of his city, awaiting his brother’s return. Both brothers sharing the goal to reunite, and together once more, fortify the foundation of their father’s legacy. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Children of Húrin Rúmil, Carys, and Galahad Ílumrin CUSTOMS AND CULTURE TRADITIONS AND PRACTICES Though the Ílumrin are still a young house, lacking the deep-rooted traditions of centuries past, their principles are no less significant or strictly adhered to. To bear the name Ílumrin is to uphold justice and family above all else. PRECEPTS Courage, justice and wisdom. All central to the identity of a member of the Ílumrin House, and regarded as the highest of virtues. The House strives to uphold its name with integrity and respect, oftentimes to a fault, as it may be perceived as an extreme. They are guided by fierce hearts and sharp wits, facing their challenges head-on and standing firm in their beliefs. Bravery that is etched into their very bones, acting as an echo of the principles possessed by Húrin the Hero, whose life was a testament to such. His sons, molded by his example, learned to lead with the same formidable spirit. As Húrin had battled the coming darkness, so too did his descendants vow to honor his legacy, pledging to uphold the same tenets. Unlike their forebears, the Ílumrin have little regard for the scheming and slithering plotting that comes with the pursuit of power. Instead, they are known for their trailblazing and stalwart spirits, standing out distinctly amidst the crowds. You will know an Ílumrin is in your presence when they are faced with two choices to make, and instead craft a third path entirely. BLAZON And FASHION Although the appearance of an Ílumrin can be varying and vast due to their broad lineage, the house favors cold-toned or muted color palettes, with their attire and insignias often draped in dark navy, silver, blacks, deep reds and pale blues. Alternatively, dark shades of green, though not as common, violet and dark orange are also welcome within their attire. These rich tones mirror the house’s complex nature–an interplay of warmth and coldness, tradition and evolution. The men of Ílumrin are seldom seen without their armor, even when merely lounging about city streets. If not clad in a full suit of steel, they adorn themselves with relative pieces–breastplates, gauntlets, boots, pauldrons and helmets. To them, modesty is as rigid as their armor, revealing little to no skin save for their faces, a stark contrast to their Elven cousins. Cloaks, long shirts, and gambesons are their preferred garb. This is said to be a reflection of canonist ideologies, thought to be instilled by Húrin. The women of the House Ílumrin, however, do not entirely adhere to the same stern mindset as their male counterparts. Carys-Athil, the firstborn daughter of Húrin and the first acknowledged Lady of House Ílumrin, adorns herself in shades of autumn, a warm palette similar to the leaves of fall. Her garments glow with light and deep reds, blood orange, as well as bright yellows and gold. Carys, much like her mother Seraena, expresses herself through her choice of dress. The flowing and expressive gowns they wear are a testament to their cunning minds. A subtle declaration that strength lies not only in hard armor, but in the ways you present yourself, too. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ RITES RITUALS AND CEREMONIES I. RITE OF MATURITY II. RITE OF MARRIAGE III. RITE OF DEATH ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ HOUSE RELICS In place of the final page, there lies an absence, as if some hand tore it free. What relics of the House once lay recorded here have, it seems, been struck from memory. In their stead, a single note remains, inscribed; The weaponry and treasure of old shall be left in the past. By our own hands shall a new future be wrought. We seek not the spoils of our forebears, yet we, in turn, shall leave our own marks for those who follow. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The Witch sat on her bed, kicking her feet and smiling as she studied the poster held between her fingers. They’d drawn her as she’d hoped they would: fierce eyes, wild hair. But they’d missed the fire—she dipped her quill in ink, adding a wickedly curved tail and a spiraled mustache to her portrait.

Rúmil raises his cup to the fair looking and powerful couple. @Fie @Halt

Rùmil packs his bags, joining his brother Galahad, to live a happy life in the majestic, wealthy and beautiful city of Cauróst.

Cordelia reached for the necklace wrapped around her neck. It had never left her since the day she put it there, a bittersweet reminder of the man who had gifted it to her. She knew him best from a simpler time, when she was no Witch and he was no Pontiff, but simply Cordelia and Brandt.

Cordelia cackled loudly and uncontrollably, poring over the word 'Cockroach'. She grabbed anyone close enough by their arms and forced them to read that title, every time it appeared.

What is Castiel's biggest weakness that could lead to his death and potential PK? Optional question ig; what do you miss most about your first time RPing, and what changes are you glad have happened since then?