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Laerdya peers over these lines as she read the missive brought to her and came into a bout of laughter "If one considers a civilization thriving and in prosperity after single handily spilt the 'Aheral race in half, and having the entire world turn against him outside the Uruks, then ti, Haelun'or certainly thrived and prospered under his tenure." She'd begin to make plans for Celia'nor to be ready for an influx of those seeking refuge from the 'great' minded Braxus Ni'leya as he'll likely drive Haelun'or into the ground once more as he did many years ago should he somehow manage to acquire even a mote of power. Though a shiver runs down his spine for all the larian of Haelun'or, as she recalls the degenerative behavior of those closest to Braxus. "I'm curious, will he be stupid enough to have Mali'ker children in caves again as slaves."

A founding Celia'norian cackles as she read the missive, after all, she did tell Braxus what he needed to do to save Haelun'or, but like many other fools her words were not heeded. "Insanity is repeating oneself and expecting a different result, watch him fracture our people for a second time with his dangerously idiotic inability to listen to anyone but loyal dogs that display degenerative behavior." She comments

I hate the forums killing the formatting : )

Arcane Displacement QoL Amendments & Additions Additions Shunters may use Arcane Displacement as a way to reflavor the Soulstone mechanic Amendments Shunting and Coupling no longer have an emote count and are a free-form ritual to be performed by the players in question, a recommendation of 3 emotes for shunting, and 5 for portal creation will be offered in example emotes, but this allows players to design a ritual in their design and increase the Quality of Life of using the spells, given they can not be used in any combative manner there should be little harm of turning these abilities free form. Disrupting someone’s shunt by destroying their charm requires four emotes before the disrupted charm sends them back Portals no longer have a minimum size or maximum, just so long as the portal frame is considered acceptable by LT, it can be of any size and aesthetic Addition : Menial Displacement Amendment : Shunting Emote Count Old New: Amendment : Portal Changes [Emote Count and Frame Size] Old: New: Amendment : Retraction defined emote count Old: New: Reasoning: Shunting, while a longstanding piece in the LOTC lore, is very abstract and seldom used. It can be a lot for a new FA holder to digest and sees very little use currently in roleplay. With the addition of a new reflavor ability for SS mechanics, some quality of life changes to emote count, and clarifications upon existing rites, we hope to bring a breath of fresh air into Arcane Displacement so that players can not only use it more in day-to-day roleplay but also without so much confusion. Following this being accepted there will be work to push forth a proper Guide for shunting.

A Random Elf comments "Slander is spoken, in print, its libel."

[!] With a task given to her complete, Salt and Chalk were taken to the ground, curiosity got the better of her, that need to see more, that which lies out in the bounds of creation.. ((Music)) Fabul | The Narrator’s Story | Literature There was darkness before Laerdya as she was suspended in limbo. A voice spoke, and each time a voice rang out through Laerdya’s ear, the voice was different though it always remained in monotone. “Laerdya has arrived in a strange place, suspended in a place between the realms.” Laerdya was confused at first, part of her wonder if some of her kindred were attempting to trick her for some reason, or perhaps.. “Laerdya was struck with bewilderment upon what she was hearing, though soon enough.. She’d find herself in another place.” And as the voice spoke, that was what occurred.. “Laerdya’s form was thrown through this limbo, until she found her feet upon the ground, a rushing of colors filled her vision. Before bitter chill set in her form, she was now atop a mountain.” “She decides to push forth..” She held her arms closed to tightly cling her robe to her form for warmth… The snow buckled under her weight Crunch, Crunch, Crunch “Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.” “The snow is crumbling under her feet as she pushes forward.” It was grating, humiliating, as she battled the harsh weather, the exhaustion that left a burning sensation in legs and lungs. “She felt humiliated in this situation, as she carried on with her trek despite the conditions she found herself in.” “SHUT UP!” Both Laerdya and the Narrator voices’ rung out in unison. Her voice filled with rage, but the Narrator remained in the monologue. She fell silent.. Her feet carry her form in the bitter winds that blow.” “She spent hours walking through this treacherous climb, before finding a cave that provided her some shelter from the chilling winds that weave around the mountain, a pool was tucked in the corner.” “Her reflection stared back, she could see how exhausted she was, with those dark bags under her eyes. She worried her thoughts would be repeated back to her, before she let out a sigh. “How wonderfully mad. She thought.” “The reflection would change, shimmering over it, causing Laerdya to shuffle back in fear, unsure what was to come, though it was not what she expected.” “With the Pool’s surface changed, old memories visible in that reflection, twisted, a blessing she’d granted to another re-shown, with her as recipient of the brutality that she’d unleashed.” “She simply stared, trying to suppress her thoughts, in a vain attempt. Her thoughts clouded by the voices she heard, wondering who or what they were, did they judge her, was this a task? She’d ask herself.” “However, The Cave began to extend, and thus she’d step through to go deeper into this place..” “The tunnel changes as she walks through, to different places, warm sands below her feet now, then rolling greens of foothills..” After spending countless hours within this strange Realm, everything she did, repeated, her thoughts, repeated, every sensation, repeated. Each time a different voice speaks, monotone. Laerdya was brought back to a broken fragment of her Library, a copy, where her Charm lay, as she sat down to send herself back, those voices speaking one final time.. “And so Laerdya returned to a place more familiar to her, as she’d dwell upon all that had happened to her.” [!] And she was back in the confines of the Material Plane.. She couldn’t help but think how maddening the situation was, everything repeated back to her as if a book was being read. It felt like an invasion of privacy, though those words were ill fitted to describe what she truly felt. It reinforced her belief that all things are predetermined but it left her with a lingering question.. Is the Voices still talking?

I begin to shunt As I read the pages a single word, no, a name rings out through my head "J3NNY." I undergo a mental barrage.

A woman looked over the missive after reading the last one related, an amused huff at the scampering of Kaethul to appear innocent, she knew much of the on goings of Kaethul prior, waiting and watching, all she'd remark "You can rally for the divine themselves to set foot in an attempt to save Yera's name, to try and sway the opinions of those of the larger world, but no matter what you claim, how willing and cloying they sound.." "A LIE WILL REMAIN A LIE."

@SaviourMemeAlso drop your settings for it.. My world looks whacky sometimes.

[!] A simple missive that reads the following Hearken to me, Descendants. Four must unite. One of the lineage of Horen. One of the lineage of Malin. One of the lineage of Urguan. One of the lineage of Krug. Four untouched, by Tenebrous, by Void, by Aengul, by Daemon. Pure as the Creator fashioned them. Four with hearts unblemished, Four driven by selflessness. Mortal, of Flesh and Blood. I am divinely appointed, sworn to serve as guide. Gifted to ensure our task is complete and you are who I seek. I shall traverse the realms, in search of you, or perhaps you will find me. Together, our purpose will become evident. If you deem yourself worthy, you may endeavour to commune with me, kindle a solitary white candle, clasp together your hands in supplication and speak the words. “Audi verba mea, et attende illis” Once these words have passed your lips, declare your name and where you reside, and I shall come to you. Once met, I will peer into the depths of your soul, to discern if you are pure and worthy of this sacred cause.

There would be a pang of guilt in the stomach of a Wanderer, who wanted to help the Primarch, but every visit she couldn't not find her, nor would fate permit her the time, she'd remark from her own experience of loss, with widen eyes staring at a wall "It is oddly liberating to lose it all. To become utterly unshackled."

Does this mean 1.9 PvP again?