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A Wanderer already struggling to sleep awakens in terror from this vision once it pasts, her breathing quickens as tears stream down her features in cut off sobs, a book finds itself in hand, as she tortures her waking with the drawings she once made, something she found eerily familiar...

Laerdya prepares to find the Tear..

A Wanderer could not help be amused at what she read, her worn mind thinking of all that will unfold, from the chaos invited into the world, and so she sung in private.. "The world of Descendants is etched with silent deceit, Whipsers of forgotten falsehoods sow discord among kin, And yet the Wheel keeps turning~"

A Blackened Orb vanishes from her grasp, as she comes to a stand..

"Penance through Purity.." Muttered a Wanderer when she was struck in catatonic state

Music She couldn’t bear it, all that happened over the last weeks of her life, she was pushed to breaking point. A Demon set out for her, born of an old friend with memories robbed, twisted into a vile beast, determined for whatever suffering it had in store for her. A failed attempt to save Luthien trapped in the Frozen North as she attempted to contend against unnatural forces beyond her. This past Elven week has been naught but running, and running because she was simply cowardly, weak, broken, tired, lost. She wandered between destinations aimlessly, within the Southern Lands, as she stewed in thought. She saw it, didn’t she, or did she? She knows certain revealed in her attempt to determine who or what this Harrower was, and a terrible voice spoke, ringing through her ears “I.. will.. Come.. for all..” Then following was that terrible flurry of Black Hands that reached out, in an attempt to rend the flesh from her face before she awoken from the vision. All she could think about was what she was writing when Aeolus came to her a long time ago.. The amalgamation of voices spoke to me, as a wave of black hands rushed to me in that horrible dark.. You will hear a song so loud, that silence is all you will perceive, You will listen to the sentence already passed upon you, You will see an account of your darkest moments, You will witness the wound that bleeds darkness, You will feel the ruinous dark lay stain on your soul, You will experience the sorrow of those you failed to save. A Stranger Watches all. The Wheel keeps turning. Death will not spare you. YOUR FATE IS SEALED ONE QUESTION REMAINS YOU’VE ONE FUTURE ONE QUESTION REMAINS CAN YOU REALLY SAVE THEM ALL? Her breathing quickens, within the woods of Urguan, she fell to her hands and knees in a panic attack, her eyes well and that right hand of her trembles so terribly, but the fear was overwhelming.. Fear of what was to come.. The banners looked so oddly familiar, to something she tried to draw, her greatest fear of being left alone when everything around her crumbled.. THE END OF ALL The woman cradled herself in her sorrow, as a light rain patters down upon her form, as she prays to the Beyond, prays to whatever might hear her, whatever granted her to be among the Blessed Blind “I submit myself to you again.. Let death overtake this self, and allow me to be reborn once more, with grand revelation so I might fight back this terrible darkness.” And so once more, despite how difficult it was with a trembling hand, she veiled her eyes again with fabric..

A Wanderer took comfort in the South, after a failed attempt of saving the woman in question, teary eyes from her own unfortunate circumstances that had unfolded, but she felt one good action deserved another.. She knelt upon the ground, and out from the thin air, a blacken orb formed.. A dream was sent forth to that unfortunate soul, entrapped in the frozen North.. In that Limbo between dreams a voice echoes as it spoke "Child of the Stars, who is ensnared by vile shadows. Fear not, for I am watchful. I offer this comfort, to set ease to your torment, remain steadfast." Vivid dream was followed by the silencing of the voice.. Luthien then felt herself against a field of grass, their blades comforting and soft against her form, as a gentle breeze rolls over, as a sun rests on the horizon to set, its warm light beams down upon where she found herself, an endless Meadow. Few clouds dotted that sky, as it was painted a warm orange. A peaceful haven in this dreaming, compared to her waking. Clear warm air fills her lungs, as she could dwell in this dream, until she next awoken.. And when that happened, the smell of Embers fill her nostrils, to herald what would come.. Then that Wanderer let that Blacken Orb fade into nothingness as she took heavy breaths like instructed before.. She had to remain steadfast herself, to endure the suffering she would face ahead and pray she was strong enough to save them all..

A Mali's Silver Hair whips in the air as a horse's hooves beat against the ground carrying her off, a hand nursing a wound as she thinks how to free those captured.. If circumstance would permit..

Made the color changes, also leaving the changes bold too. Honestly, I was just reading Sunlit Spear because it is the only spell Paladins exist for :3 (We stan rukio13) One day :)

Seer Compatibility: This is a separate amendment from Operator Bugman’s current submitted Amendment. Existing Lore: Proposed Change One: Proposed Change Two: Proposed Change Three: -=- There are reasons outlining each proposed change below, however, the overall goal of these Amendments is to clarify how Seer functions in terms of Compatibility and make clear the differences between Feat Seer and Slotted Seer compatibility with magics and CAs. The other final reason was simply to update the compatibility list with the new CAs and magics that came after Seer. Reasoning: Proposed Changed One. 1) The Witness is designed to infiltrate the world and other divine realms. With the proposed change, this still fits, as it can infiltrate further realms. 2) A seer must not willingly regain their eyes. Such, this keeps healing magics like Farseer, and Deific Magics from forcing a Seer into losing their magic. This logic should apply over to CA’s that regenerate. If an Azdrazi who is a Seer is killed, they reform at their Drake Shrine. This is the body fully regenerating. Meaning, their eyes returned. But the Azdrazi did not willingly die. This is applied over to Zar’ei, and Frost Witches as well. 3) Looking at this, and speaking to MayRndz. A Treelord is fully able to decide what regenerates for their body. Therefore, if a Tree Lord has the slots, they can remain a Seer as they can simply not have their eyeballs regenerate. Reasoning: Proposed Change Two. All reasoning remains as stated above. With the following added. 1) Klones must have their eyes removed from their body in order to use their MA Seer. CA’s that regenerate could follow the same logic. Azdrazi, Zar’ei, and Frost Witches can not use their magic until they blind themselves again. Reasoning: Proposed Change Three: 1) If a CA can not retain Seer due to its regeneration and is not able to rip out its eyes to retain an MA. Then all other CA’s with similar regeneration and rebirth mechanics can not retain the ability to possess a Seer MA. Overall: These three changes, pick whichever one you believe to fit the server best, are simply to help lore stay consistent. TLDR, 1: they have to be slotted before hand, 2: They have to be slotted before hand and become blind again, 3: Frost Witches, Azdrazi, and Zar'ei can not be Seer due to regeneration mechanics. Change Log: 30/1/2024 Changed Epiphytes under the third proposal to not be compatible as it falls in line with the reasoning of that proposal 26/1/2024 Various Grammar and formatting adjustments. Removed Ologs being listed as being able to be slotted. Removed Epiphtye being inaccessible after rebirth as they no longer do not reset age. Changed wording regarding healing magics, from 'Paladinism' to 'Deific Magics'

Live Laerdya reaction.

If A Wanderer knew more of Aeolus, she might remark "Those that have lost all, have in turn lost fear, having already faced the worst, there is nothing you could do to intimidate them, break them, or control them. His steps will echo the power of his Aengul."

[!] One way or another, you may come across this paper, it reads the following The dark swallows this world, so I make the call to those who would be worthy, to come seek me out, if you can find me and prove that worth. I reside in the city, founded by splintered kin divided over control and freedom. Next to the Shrine, of the second out of the three that burn for her return. I am in the fleeting form of the founder, and eager to hear the answers to the questions I pose. I fly without wings, I weep without eyes. Wherever I go, darkness is in tow. What am I? I can be beautiful, I can be terrifying. I can be real or I can be false, I can come to you every moment, or be pushed away. What am I? I do not live, I have no lungs, nor mouth. I can grow, with the breath of life, and yet drown. What am I? My difference is eleven. AXVWI Should you be satisfied with your answers, speak your name. [!] Behind the missive is a message written in Caecic, for the eyes of the Blessed Blind to read.. [OOC | Only Slotted Seers can read this]

The Wanderer from Afar had taken part of putting the blade to Haelun'or and Krugmar, Cloud Temple would be next if the mine was not granted soon. She would rally all she could to defeat these tyrant monks.

As a Ex-Chi player now, with my view various view points I have to ask, does much get looked into when something like Chi did get a lot of interest at first then fell off? Kimi who was the main force and writer behind Chi left the server because of how she was treated at the time, and I followed suit, I believe two other Chi Teachers also left the server not because they had issues but because they were focusing on IRL matters such as study, is it really a problem with the magic when various other factors determine if a player sticks around with the server or not? Admittedly I think when we were handling grandfathers looking back at it we failed to account for different factors on getting magic up and running without much oversight on our part, frankly we did not spread it out far enough to let other groups foster but at the time we were somewhat paranoid as if the wrong people get ahold of the magic and drop the overall perceived quality of a magic it will be destined for a shelving, so what I ask, is it a problem with the magic when two people relatively new to writing and handling a lore piece for the server didn't really do a great job with the distribution of the magic? I think another problem I suffered when I was attempting to revive Chi at the time I feel like somewhat my quality of RP or entrance requirements dropped for obtaining, and this was what I felt necessity in order to keep Chi alive and active, but despite that, I still had plenty of people who were trying to schedule meetings with Sun Teachers to get connected as I was a Moon Teacher and couldn't do that, and not to mention, I was actively engaging in RP with Non-Monks and outsiders of Yong Ping via traveling to other places or taking part in events trying to drum up interest, not specifically for the magic itself but the fact we had Monk RP going on. The short of it is, it felt really hard to balance the quality that would be expected of a magic when you treated everyday like its last with a magic getting put on the shelf, which leads to the issue where inactive magics can cause more harm than good. The only reason I felt the magic being shelved sucked was purely because I had a lot of fun when I was RPing with it and had some epic moments I wouldn't usually get anywhere else, and given the community's view on Kani being more inactive than Chi, it felt bad that people wouldn't have been able to get those interactions because of OOC mismanagement by inexperience rather than there being a fundamental issue with the magic. I don't know what else to add but I just hope my view point helps in some form, I think my biggest gripe with server is just if you have your own ideas on what type of RP you want to bring or magics you want to introduce is it needs to fall under the requirements of what ST have in mind, and it isn't exactly outlined anywhere, more so in terms of what aesthetics or general archetypes, if I wanted to introduce a Jedi/Sith magic for example, and have 20 people interested for both sides, but it all comes down to the people who determine if it gets introduced or not.

Laerdya could only hope the scum that murdered the Cerusil girl fell to the blades of the Cerusil family, hoping they do to them tenfold the pain they caused.

Nice little tree pun there.

"Ay'Celia'nor, Ay'Illthrak." The Wanderer from Afar comments hearing the announcement

Music Her fingers desperately claw at her own eyes within the undeveloped abode of hers, as a heresy laid stained upon her mind, gnawing at waking and slumbering thoughts.. Why was she returned? Who was she truly? Were those tomes steeped in that bleeding Dark it spoke of? Scrrraaaape Those fingers nails across the skin, tearing it apart much like the conflicting thoughts that battle in her mind, she felt the text conflicted with her own experience, but her recent obsession outweigh what she felt was petty arguments, of the knowledge, of the power from that script Gal Elnath, everything around her seemed to be calling her to that once dormant itching. A stranger from afar being spat out in front of her. A legion that was heralded with burning skies drew her attention, much like a Moth might to flame, whose leader sought out the secrets from beyond. A man who showcased seemingly raw power opting to step in between, in front of the eyes of a small crowd. Then her eyes winced shut at the stinging pain as those digits rip down her closed eyes. She hated herself, of all she could do, all she could see. Why did she feel so incomplete? All those conflicting thoughts and desires that battled in her mind, one could equate them to Light and Dark, how she longed for the days where Ivarielle uplifted the 'Aheral from stagnant state to be more, and wished for another age of enlightenment akin to it. But then the bedlam desires arise, to lie, to misdirect, to hurt, no matter how small or great the deeds might be, recalling the enjoyment she felt during the civil war, the satisfaction when those dissidents met their end, standing alone with all but one of the Nations poised against them. "Am I manifest chaos..?" she asks of herself, in silent whispers, as those nails gnash across her eyes, a defeated question to beyond came soon afterwards "What am I.." Maybe he spoke truth, perhaps there was a fear rooted deep within her that she dared not acknowledge, acting just enough to dismiss its existence but not enough to dispel it. Perhaps this is why she sought audience beyond her, beyond her control, beyond her experience. It did not matter in the end, the path was clear, service must be provided and the reward of knowledge beyond, to wash away the deep fear. Her thoughts returned to those Black Books, and the one truth in them.. The truth that mattered ran across her mind.. She opened her eyes.. The world of Descendants is etched with silent deceit Whispers of forgotten falsehoods sow discord among kin and yet the Wheel keeps turning Her hands loft up fabric, so she might tie it around her eyes once more to cover them, in blessed submission..

That Wanderer stared at a reflection of herself, tired eyes as she felt depleted. Thoughts over the Ordeal she put Ke'makia through, and the mixture of emotions that coursed within herself. She recalled memory of being stuck in an abandoned Yong Ping home, in the slums where none responded to her days of crying and pleads to be saved. Believing the realization, the submission of the fact that death was going to claim her elevated her. To submit is to die, to die is to be reborn. As she looked at her own eyes within the reflection there was a.. Strange jealousy that overcame her. To be so broken like she was so long ago, like Ke'makia is currently, so that she might be graced by that sensation of growing strong from all the weakness that was within her. "Who am I?" she inquired in the empty room..

[!] A note was hastily written, with some stains of blood on the paper and without much thought into any form of presentation, before it was pinned to the notice board of Celia'nor TO CELIA'NOR CITIZENS I ask that of you to check ANY and ALL fabric of your homes, watch it if it moves and coils around DESTROY IT WITH HASTE. If you tear a part of it and it bleeds I asked you again, DESTORY IT WITH HASTE. Report any information you discover regarding these twisted fiber fiends to the Brokerage.