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No, seriously, where is Telos?

where's telos?

Lup'Zagbal

[The Eastern Jungle, Circa 63 SA.]

Darkness encapsulated the Eastern Jungle, faint corsucations of light danced wildly across marred bark and rotten soil; The Bear looked out from beneath her cowl, forged to resemble the countenance of an Orc, muttering incantations in a language thought long lost to the annals of history. Thick mists coiled around the Bear’s masque, rising up from a small censer in her lap, embers spanning a strange herbal concoction.

 “Zagbal: dâg ob Freyguuth, Ilzgûl ob ghaamp agh gazog - horn agh isl.”

The Bear rasped again and again, inhaling the wafts of vapor with each breath.

Thin columns of light shined down, illuminating portions of the site; The tell-tale reds and oranges of fires dance against a great monument, verdant hides dangle from its length. The remaining leaves rustled with the breeze, and the distant call of birdsong echoed throughout the jungle.

“Zagbal, dâg ob Freyguuth: lat blûg grazadh, lab tau iz darûkûrz. Kinul, Goth ob baga, darg-tab snagas n’u’lab tau.”

The Bear bellowed, chalky fumes amalgamating about their worldly facade. A solemn pause, seizing a moment to reflect. The voices of the Ilzgûl had all but been null for the former Uluamirzgai, shunned for their past transgressions; Having damned plenty of Zagbal’s ilk into her Ismuth Anchor, the Bear grasped that her efforts could be in vain, a wasted effort.
 

     “Brus’izg sharr-lab rulum uzg, skûm’lab grazadh - krailab nûl. Izg golm izubu naakh, Zagbal; Ilzgûl ob ghaamp agh gazog - horn agh isl, dâg ob Freyguuth. Amirz'ub ghûlb’lab uzg? Amirz'ub atish’lab ghaamp roz? Lab ghaam gull? Amirz'ub ghûlbtau'slaiûrz?"

She’d begun stoking the embers within her censer, guiding the miasma beneath her cowl. Expulsed with each exhale, plumes of smoke ran down her physique, spewing forth from behind her masque.

"Lab uzg kulthagûrz agh asht, amol much tik kramp lat nargzab u af'kraat ik lat mauk'krut?"

She had cracked, a thunderous tone sent rolling across the jungle floor, reverberating off of sullied timber and moss-stricken stone.

"Lab matûrz naakh kramp'nar snagh, agh zatal izg zaug’golm izubu tabz. Izg golm lat za bûth."

She'd return the censer to its rightful place, filling her figure as she rose. Silence. This revelation was not foreign to the Bear, having sought absolution in the past, only to be left wanting. Perhaps, this time, things would be different; a weak Spirit requires all the allies it can muster, and Zagbal's influence is fleeting at best.

A breeze weaves its way through vine and branch, carrying with it a faint echo of unknown origin - "...Lup'Zagbal..."

It is so that our Brothers in Bronze have fallen to the wicked hand of a Skygod -- a rite of passage that nearly all beneath the War-Nation's banner know well. They will carry this weight, as they carry the legacy of their ancestors, honorably into the battles ahead.

#FreeTheBronzeBros

MC Name:

         DarkShamanism

Character's Name:

         Bel'ra'Ruk

Character's Age:

         162

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Haruspexy

Teacher's MC Name:

         Self-Taught

Teacher's RP Name:

         Dlimbok of Balgrak

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes.

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No.

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes.

A message has been left upon various loose sheafs of bark, drafted in the blood of a jungle creature. "This Jungle will not die. You may distort it, your works may bring change to it, but you will never kill it. You require its resources to sate your needs, much like the bee requires sustenance from the mountain-laurel. You wrought a fungus that has already begun to spread, an expanse of fungal wilds from which a new forest will grow."

MC Name:

         TheEarthAndWilds

Character's Name:

         Bel'ra'Ruk

Character's Age:

         160s

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         Bvrzvm

Teacher's RP Name:

     (Out Of Character Oversight)

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         When applicable, yes.

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No.

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Indeed.

"Who remains for you to be heard?" Questioned a figure of yore, draped in age-old fabrics. They scanned the missive for a few moments longer, ultimately ripping it from the very bark it was pinned to. The figure crumpled up the missive, stuck it in their satchel, and continued on into the twilight.

15 minutes ago, Lhindir_ said:

Void magic gay haha

but why?

No. Sorry, but it’s already been sullied by the previous community.

Riklaumeth, a blind prophet of yore awakens from the caress of his of slumber, sweat painting his visage. That which was painted across his subconscious workings had, oddly, disturbed this rather calm and uncaring half-blood. He rises from the comforts of his leafy spread, and equips himself for the journey ahead. It took only moments before his den was empty once more, the moonlight guiding his way.

Bel’ra, a once fallen shaman of yore, appeared rather preoccupied with her prayer to an undisclosed Spirit, however, fleeting imagery and gnarled sounds made waves across her senses. She stared off at the center-mass of the gargantuan totem of which she found herself regularly, the entirety of her being frozen as she watched the events play out before her. This vision, it came about suddenly, and fled without notice – She sat idle for a time, even after the prophetic vision faded from her cerebral workings, no verbal response was ushered forth from her core. She remained in a state of deep thought, hoping that this was the work of a Spirit of Knowledge that she had been in service to.

Bel’ra looks to Varan, “Called it.”

【❂~❂】

Bel’ra, former Snagagoth, and  last of the Uluamirzgai shakes her head. “It iz digustin’ daht a ‘ker zhomo iz tryin’ tuh further dah instability ub’ ‘uur delicate power-structure.” “Peeps lyke likkul twiggeh juzt gettin’ fusseh’ daht zhe nub get to bi’ Rex, zoh zhe guttah sew dah zeedz ub’ discord tuh’ get wub she wants.” Spat she and, without any hesitation, she planted the banner of her kin alongside that of the Raguks and Lur, supporting Ugrad’Lur’s claim to the Rexdom.

〔✺〕
Urumuk’Raguk, an ancient wanderer that had only returned the Goi after a hundred years of Exile, too supports the claim of Ugrad’Lur, for within his one has he too peeped the instability of his homeland, and wishes not for another shaman, elf, or even kin to perpetuate it. He stands proudly alongside his brothers, rallied behind the banner of the Raguk. “Zkahin’ waghmongererz.”
 

1 minute ago, Whimsycal said:

 

“Do I have to remind that lat lied about being honorary? Do I need to remind everyash about the rest of wub lat were hiding? Gruk lats place, runt.”

“Gu’ ahead, thikkhunt.”

1 hour ago, Whimsycal said:

Shanka’Yar would listen to this announcement of sorts with a furrowed brow. She decides it is time to make an announcement of her own.

 

“I have had enough of this. For too long have our ways been ignored agh cast aside. Just peep at us bruddas, we have spent our tik in Arcas scrabbling agh wallowing in weakness. At every turn we have been put back down into the mud like bubs. How can we peep up at Krug like this? If things are to change, then we must bring about that change. I will nub stand agh wait anymore, it is tik to act. Agh I believe the first step is to respect the old ways once more. Ash needs the support of the Wargoths to challenge for Rex, anyash trying to claim it for themselves is nub hosher than Korgahk. I will gather the support of the Wargoths agh rise to the challenge if I must.”

“Lat didn’t even klomp mi’ for Snagagoth, juzt took it for personal agenda, agh now lat pizzes it away.” Grumbled Bel’ra.

“You have seen how it turned out for any who did not want to hear...” Spoke Donovich, shaking his head in disappointment. “...How many more of my brother’s and sister’s must die, fighting your war, Emperor? Anyone with half a brain, even if he has no faith, understands what I preached before is true, but those who do not believe it, if you look carefully, either they are utterly lacking in refined reason, or they are obstinate and entirely blinded by evildoing. Recall how many lives were lost. A war the Demon, the self-proclaimed Emperor of Man has thrust upon our peoples, and not even God can free us from the dangers that plague he, and if I were to recount them all to you, you would be stupefied. I would like you to know, truly, that all my repeated saying and crying out to you, my brethren, seems to have fallen upon deaf ears and, as a result, the blood of our kinsmen seeps into the soil this day. I asked of you all, ‘’Is our Emperor just?’’, and it seems only few have recognized the answer. Those who have light have come to realize it, and those to whom GOD has given the light of the most Holy Grace have shown signs of knowledge, denouncing this Imperial campaign. War has come, and fear is rampant in the hearts of my brethren, though the Emperor spews the venom: ‘’Let death come as it may, for I am prepared; that death which is preceded by a good life is not evil.’’ But, I do not see the Emperor taking the place of the thousands of lives lost, but of course, I knew he wouldn’t – No Man of God would ever sacrifice his peoples like this, and as I told of you, our Emperor knows naught of God, for he praises the Demons below. ‘What will it matter?’ Is what he asks himself, whilst growing obese on the potatoes and meat served to him as he lingers about his throne. I can answer his pondering, for I know the sin of Man and, a Man that would cast his peoples into slaughter is a Man of Sin: War, it is momentary, but for whom? It is momentary for those who have been given the Grace of God; he can support it because he is strong. But, this war is not momentary for our peoples – Our Emperor knows no God, and he hasn’t his Grace-One without the Grace of God cannot bear it because he has no strength. The infirm cannot bear it. Thus, the tribulations will seem heavy to the sheep of the shepherd without the Grace of God, when compared to those who do.” Preached he, once more, though he knew nobody listened, and those that would have already fled the Empire, knowing all too well that this war would damn each soldier who fought for a Godless Emperor. “Take sight of the war-torn field, notice the rotting corpses of our kinsmen. It is a strong mental image: that time is short, and the tribulations we endure for this Emperor are not worth it.”

good god

can we just play No Man’s Sky?

Honestly, the way I see it is this: This seems like a play from the Community Team to further eradicate a player-made guild and its lore. As Dingo said, “The Wilven Monks were inevitably hijacked by 501 to be utilized as a ‘proper’ staff run mentoring guild”. While that happened a long time ago, I think it’s clear that the Community Team, since taking hold of it, has done very little to disassociate with the original Wilven Monks that were, of course, a player run group – In fact, it seems as if the Lead, LotsOfMuffins, is bent on making the current Temple-Monks something they’re not, Wilven Monks. I don’t think that’s very cool, in fact, I saw something similar with the whole Dragur-Library debacle which, is under the supervision of the World Team as a ‘staff-project’ and has been since the beginning of this map, if you haven’t noticed (you can debate me on that, but I still have screenshots of Luka, the former Dragur lead, stating exactly that Dragur is now a staff-project). I’m honestly not a fan of any staff-team taking control of player-run guilds and factions, for a lot of reasons and, especially without the permission of said players that were involved in the past. It just seems like a scummy move to do something like that, which, perhaps might just be my opinion, but I certainly wouldn’t want any staff team on this server walking in and taking control of any faction or guild I’m involved with. I don’t think it’d be too much to ask for @LotsOfMuffins to change the name of the current iteration, since she had literally 0 involvement in the original guild and, as we can tell, there’s little reason for the temple-monks to be taking up the ruse of a once formerly player-run group. Though, I am doubtful she will do such, especially with the current state of things, namely her freaking out at any criticism for the most part because it’s deemed some form of affront to her very existence on here.
tl;dr: change the name, don’t steal the lore, don’t retcon already pre-established groups without permission and for a personal agenda.

“Look, see the women and children who rally at the stall of confession with their lukewarm Emperor in mind: they do nothing but speak ill; they are full of hatred and envy, and they are naught but lukewarm like he. Keep the company, then, of those of the good, and put your trust in God, not an Emperor lacking God.”
“Your Emperor, your sovereign Lord- His affections have become the most disgusting of them all. His feet, they are not nailed to the Earth, more-so that of meaningless titles and coin; likewise, the peoples are nailed to the Earth, that which God blessed us with, but governed by a Man that knows absolutely naught of God, nor of his Earth - and this is a cause for why you are all hindered from the good of this world. His hands, they are frozen; full of hatred, envy, and ungoverned pride in himself, filled with his debilitating vices. He has a maw, but does not speak; no prayer to God, no prayer for his peoples, and that which he does is not heard, for the words of evil and repugnant men are heard not by God but by the Daemon below.”
“Ask of you, do I, kindred of the most Holy Father – Do not encumber yourselves; do not confess to or with him, because you will be bound to become lukewarm and malignant like he. Those who do what he does and confide in him, those who follow the false-shepherd, are bound to be like him. And, as we have seen, this false-shepherd has led our peoples only to death and damnation. Is this truly what God wanted for our kind? Ask yourself this, kindred of the most Holy Father, ‘is our Emperor just?’.” Preached Donovich, a Man of God, within the capital city of the once great Empire.
 

15 hours ago, 1_Language_1 said:

At this point I think I’d move to a different server 😞 I did

essentially

3 hours ago, _Twi said:

What was yours is now mine

Flambo, is that you?

Hasn’t the uwu-squad locked this post yet?