EnderMaiashiro

Happy 10 years.... but also can we just get Tythus a pepsi to celebrate? :)

Would love to be a race again but this is culture post :) Join Sylrics is yall know what's good for you. Much better than those gross Drakons. @ItsIn @Sygnus_

Dame Marie Vyronov smiled as she heard news of her uncle's ascension. She could not be prouder of Alfred and his achievement. Perhaps it was an act of Godan, that her patron saint and now uncle shared a common name, a bond never to be broken! Her smile was unyielding as she began preparations to welcome him home in celebration of his success.

Marie Barclay, now Vyronov, stood to the side as the Lord Marshal Friedrich Barclay carried Jackson Porter past the tavern, a feeling of unease settled upon her as they passed. Her eyes set on his face, a well knowing stare at the face of death. While the yound Dame had not known him well, Marie highly respected the man both in life and death. Never once had she a bad interraction with him. Never once did she hear negative utterance of his name. She was sad to see him go so soon, however relieved that knowing the man, he would have rathered die fighting than sitting at home idle. A common notion among Haensemen. Her lips formed a faint frown as the Marshal continued his tread. Her fist clenched as she soon followed with a salute to the fallen man. "May he rest in peace within the Seven Skies, and welcomed with open arms as he deserves."

Marie Barclay glanced over the missive, frowning as she discussed its contents with Patriarch Alfred. Did her stature really matter that much? Perhaps it means more strength, to seek a woman that can do more than sit idle and knit. To Marie it meant much more to be of use to her partner rather than sit and look pretty. As a true Haense woman should be strong and capable, rather than sit and gossip!

Marie had carried the body of the now late Ser Brandt Barclay up the steps to the clinic, laying him down on one of the clinic beds in silence. She removed the red wolf pelt from herself, laying it over his body before one last hug. "Ich will miss vu, Uncle Brandt... Rest well. Ich will see vu in the seven skies, ich am sure." Awaiting up in the seven skies is Marcella Avern-Barclay, who opens her arms to take Brandt into a tight and long awaited hug. "I am sad to see you so soon... liebe. But welcome. You've worked so hard in your life. Rest now, you are with family still and the others will join when the time is right." At this, Marcella beckoned her grandchild through the gates and among the throng of other Barclays that waited to greet their kin.

Marie sat alone on the hillside, clutching a letter notifying her of Mariya's death. Tears dripped down her normally cheerful face as she stared off, seemingly at nothing yet everything at the same time. Her breaths were ragged as she merely sat and existed. While this went on, things seems to be at a standstill for her. It was not something she hadn't thought of, however it was not something she expected to occur so soon. The loss of a dear friend, the one that very literally changed the course of her entire life. Marie wished that she could have helped her. Many... many times she wanted to pull Mariya from the cruelty she faced daily. To pull her from reality so that she could achieve the dreams that she gave up. They were ripped from Mariya. Not a slow let down but the pull of a cord by those who did not care for what Mariya wanted in life. The pull towards one's 'fate', or at least the one perceived by the matchmakers. The ones that signed the dotted line of Mariya's betrothal. Marie hated every moment of it. Watching her once goal driven friend decay to one merely trying to survive through one heartbreak after another. One more wish destroyed. They were endless. For this, Marie had only ever truly disliked one man. It was hard, getting on Marie's bad side. But he.... he held her one token of distent fully in his grasp without knowing it. The one, whether direct or indirect, caused Mariya's death. The single man who could have protected her and cherished her for all that he did. But no. He had not. Would not. And never will. It was this that had driven Marie at this point in life, to help those who could not help themselves. But not for the sake of goodwill... no, not anymore... to stop those who would do onto them which could not happen but by one that does not care. One that was by Marie's definitions, cruel. What true man would cause harm to his wife. To turn his back when she needed him. Yet turn around and expect the world of her? To hand over all that she held dear? No. There is no respect for them, and perhaps against all of Marie's belief, no saving them. Maybe some ways, all can be saved. Not him. Not ever. Not after all that had been done, has been done. Marie now stood, letter clenched in her hand as she descended the hill once more. She lost one of the few she swore to protect. Not again and not ever. Not to the likes of them.

Sitting in the halls of Reinmar, Marie Barclay reads the missive with a neutral expression, "Ich wish you well, Ser. The path to redemption is nicht an easy one. While Ich doubt you will return what you have withdrawn from myself and Stefan, I hope you can show the future squires the kindness you speak of. May you learn something of this, as perhaps I had judged you harshly but nicht of a distaste for you, but in a desire that you would put forward only the best for the kingdom. This effort, I had not seen, but perhaps... that is something on you can change. Keep to your word. May Godan guide you true, for it is something that we all need, some more than others." Marie then set the letter into a pile of notes, things to consider for the future as she went on to training on her own within the fields of Reinmar.

[!] Unknowing that her confiding in Ser Aleks had made it into the memoir, Marie Barclay ends the week like she normally does, speaking with her parents. While worry has plagued her mind for a while now of concern for Koenas Mariya, Katerina, and her own trials... she seems happy as of the moment. Happy that she had been assigned to perhaps the best knight there is, one that looks out for others even if against the regulations. In her mind, it is one thing to follow obediently, and it is another to act absolutely for what is right, even if it means rules must be bent. It says more to look out for one, than to ignore just for the sake of doing as one is told. Of course, this did not ease every worry, however it came close knowing that there are still some out who wish to make a change for the better.

I can see how it would be though if it is, I would imagine things would get hairy for GMs trying to enforce pvp raids and the like if people try to warp in to either start, join, or escape one?

Nice, though makes me wonder... will these be moderated to prevent things like ss pillars in houses?

IGN: EnderMaiashiro RP NAME: Bianca Ireheart CANDIDATE: Durorn Ireheart

Her Last Feather PK of Marcella Avern-Barclay Born in 1688, Marcella Baruch was the daughter of Richard Baruch and an unnamed woman from Curon. Her father was a known necromancer in his past and the woman was unknown but to a select few. However, under the custody of her father, he aimed to improve upon his ways and took up an alchemist stand within the city of Sutica. When Marcella was just shy of one her father was arrested and executed for his past crimes, abandoning her in the basement of Richard’s shop. Her adoptive brother Hiren had found her some time later and brought her to her first mother, Serenity Avern, who took her in to raise her in her youth. While Serenity was not present most of her life, her sister Mayan was and would later adopt Marcella as her own. Marcella’s childhood was rather uneventful upon relocation to Carouldstadt of Renatus. While there many Averns took part in the clinic affairs as surgeons and practitioners. While there Marcella had begun to learn some basic medical skills however not proceed further than that. Some time later, the family returned to Sutica for the remainder of her childhood into her early adult years. While living there Marcella met the man that would later become her husband, Wilheim Barclay. The Averns did not approve of the Haenseman, but Marcella took this as her strike towards independence and began to spend more and more time in Haenseti-Ruska. This later proved to be fruitful to serve as the starting point for the soon to become Barony of Freising. As the house was founded, Wilheim grew in the ranks of the army and received his knighthood as the Stallion. Both Marcella and her husband became Aldermen and later had two children, Klara and Erwin. While Klara and Erwin were young they were able to spend time with Mayan, though as they grew up, Klara went on her own travels and Erwin stayed close to home to follow his father’s footsteps. All the while, Marcella did her best to support Erwin in his ventures, which proved fruitful as he later became a Duke and Lord Marshal to set the tone for many generations to come. Soon after Wilheim’s passing, Marcella’s life began to slow, taken by an alcohol and smoking addiction, she retired from being an Alderman to spend the next decade with Wilheim until his death. At this point she moved to improve her health to spend as much of her time as she could with her son and his children, Manfred and Brandt. It has been up to this point that Marcella was able to meet her life goal, a happy family that is successful. It has been at this point that Marcella spent her final moments in Oren with Mayan… After she decided to pay a last visit with her, the journey proved to be too much as not long after she had a heart attack. Her final breaths were in Mayan’s home after a long day. With Mayan she left her final will and testament for her family and close friends. Belongings will be distributed upon arrival of the vault supplies of Arcas. Marcella passed at 1736 on the 13th of Sun’s Smile at the age of 114. Marcella’s Final letter: To my dearest children, I am sad that I have not been able to see either of you in my final moments, but I cannot say how proud I am in the two of you. Take your time and enjoy life, it is not for forever. I will be waiting for you up in Godan’s skies so enjoy life while you have it. I will wait with your father until you are ready. To Manfred, I wish to leave you my staff. It was acquired by my father long ago and has served me well over the years. Take good care of it sweetheart, for it contains the soul of another and you may learn how best to speak with him. He brought much joy to your father in hitting people with it, and I hope you are able to keep it in the family for the foreseeable future. To Brandt, I wish to leave you my Karin, Idred. She can be a bit of a grump, but she has been a wonderful companion since Wilheim passed. If you ever have any questions on caring for her reach out to Mayan. She can provide guidance better than any. To Luisa, Dear, I wish I could have spent more time with you and your brothers but you have grown up well and have a family of your own. Cherish them. To you I leave my wedding rings. They were made by Hekkaes Goldhand for Wilheim and I. They were once magic with a blood bond though it has long since faded. Keep them close because even the smallest things in life can matter most. To the Barclay Family, It has been truly a dream of mine to have such a wonderful family. Thank you all for the laughs and smiles over the years and I hope I was able to give you just as many as you gave me. I love you all dearly. Finally, Mayan, I can’t express how much you mean to me, haleun. I know soon I will visit and it likely will be my last, but I know you gave me nothing but the best. I wish I could have done more for you over my life and we had our issues. If nothing else, I hope I was able to bring pride to you. Look after my grandchildren please. I know my passing will be hard on them but more so on you. You can talk to them, I know they would want to and see you just as much as family as I do. I love you so very much and don’t ever forget that. With love, Marcella Avern-Barclay [OOC] It has been wonderful rping with everyone on this persona and I’ve taken up her grandchild Marie so things won’t come to a halt regarding that. Thank you all so much for being part of Marcy and her legacy.

Just do it! We need them!

Let's give this a shot and see. I have two I've been really wanting to get art of and things fall through all the time. Thank you for doing this! ❤️ Velatha Sylric: Really old snelf lady (second to none) known as either a grandma, fried chicken, or an emotionless sack of bones. Uh... commander person. Ref (Prior to scarring): https://imgur.com/d5ZtI29 Armour: https://imgur.com/rUHOghf Sword at her hip: https://imgur.com/slyR9cL Casual: https://imgur.com/Y8iJ3Q7 Marcella Avern-Barclay: Daughter of a necromancer and undead (Don't ask me how that works), sweetheart old lady that's 109 as of now last I knew. Casual 1: https://imgur.com/MCua4OD Casual 2: https://imgur.com/eXXckAY

Overall (I do plan to follow in dms as encouraged prior) the big issue isn’t our removal as a subrace. The issue is the utter lack of communication while the presence of our group was known. We are gathering screenshots however we had tried to reach out on multiple occasions to no response on any of it or what responses there were, nothing serious hinting at a listening ear. Our community, culture, etc. will go on. The big issue here is the outright lack of communication, even if all it was is someone dming a snelf player on the server and being like “Hey, who’s leadership right now” and most snelves or even Norland especially could’ve pointed staff in the right direction. Not just sending it to yeet ‘Fenn as a subrace out of existence.

As of this current development, my disappointment in staff is immeasurable. As the current head of the Mali’Fenn within the Fennic Conclave, myself and the two other leads have tried to reach out to do reform. To prevent the fall of the nation, and ultimately our chance of recovering it. Regardless, this is not a decision that should have been made without any conversation with our people. We have been working on a reform and to suddenly pull a plug without any conversation. It is not unknown that we were reforming and getting more members, as well as in the process of making this presence known on the forums that was due to launch tomorrow. While this is the staff’s choice ultimately, I would be thrilled to be able to have an actual conversation regarding this with whomever I may need. I understand what is being gone for, however the lack of communication regarding this prior to now is not at all ok.

[!] A muffled crying is heard from the office above Fenn's clinic. Inside Velatha sat at her desk, staring at a now tear stained letter. Her one good eye turned away from the content of the note but rather moved to stare at the door. "Love... what happened to you? We were to have forever but now... only a memory. I hope you are happy wherever you are. For now even I can say... 'My lover... he wanders the tundra'." She then set the letter in the drawer of her desk, retrieving her helm before striding out to yet another dreary day of silence.

+1 Wow. Being nice? HEINOUS

[!] Tultelkos Tsisha signs the document with a squinted gaze.... she forgot her glasses so her expression bore the epitome of seriousness. As well as minute blindness.

Definitely, though I'm not totally up to date on how all that went down. If we were to add that in the revision, could you help with that?

Yeah... the art is inadequate. I was very limited in time for picking it out. If I can I'll find/make better art but it was rushed. If you have suggestions please let me know though ?

Was there a typo on that? I'll have to take a look once I am on my pc again. Essentially the intent is not to outpower an orc ot olog, though a tigrasi comes closest of the other races to them.

Do you have thought on how they should be mentioned more? This is a draft for the lore games so it is something that can be expanded upon.

Metztli The Daemon of Time “What was time? Before seconds or minutes came to be, how could they have defined When? Simply not. There was no when or past, present or future. Not even sure if it even went forward or in reverse. Did any time even pass before my existence?” A tall, slim feminine figure pondered as she watched the silver glow of her everlasting creation. As she touched the water of the endless stream with her gloved fingers, the water began to display a series of various events. The woman in white was entirely covered so no physical attribute was to be shown of her. A pure white dress with gloves that reaching her upper arms. She wore a hood to hide her physical face in her own realm. Similar to how her river flows, she shift her appearance at will, depending on whom she visited. The race representing the container she would form herself to fill. Here in her own realm, there is no form to take. Here, however, her true form cannot be hidden. Her actual form represented the physical and sentient passing of time. A feature that when mortals laid eyes upon, would drive their minds to insanity. Her attire, beautifully decorated by the white fur of animals, what a diva she was. From behind the darkness she watched the image sequence play out. She watched how the Descendants were at war, how some lived in peace, how some gained magic or accomplished heroic deeds, it gave her a sense of satisfaction as well as fear. . She watched as Descendants had families. Brothers and sisters playing, wives caring for their babies, men working hard on the fields. Slowly, a more negative feeling came to stir within her. She watched how the Descendants worshipped their gods and brought them their sacrifices. The feeling was jealousy. It rose within her akin to a tsunami when she watched the worshipping beings. The descendants worshipped the ones who created them, gave them life, but not worship the one who maintains their world to move forward. As time is not a stable phenomenon, she was envious towards the Descendants. Her work went unnoticed, how she prevented time from going in any direction. She watched the Descendants live their lives in their world… Sigil Origin Metztli is believed to be born when the first second was able to be registered. When time began to move so did Metztli. Metztli is the one who maintains the timeline of the mortal realm. It is her passion to take care of it however watching scenery that has happened in the past with the Descendant races can frighten, make her pity or angry as she cannot fully comprehend the actions or actions enforced by the Descendant’s curses. Regardless of those emotions towards the Descendants, she becomes jealous quickly of not being worshipped as others are for her work. This is in combination with their actions gave her motivation to create a better race that would follow her and repair the world alongside her. They would be the better race without a curse to influence them, they would worship her and satisfy her desire, they would help her maintain the timeline and hopefully help in maintaining the mortal realm itself. Her task As for time, time is definitely not a stable something as it can go in any direction it can choose. It is a wobbly concept and if not maintained, has the potential to stir the world into chaos. Time as we know it goes forward and has special measurements to indicate when what happened. Time is unstable and so it is possible for time on certain places to stop, move forward or backward. Here, time no longer follows the standard laws that we know. The Daemon of Time is what makes it go forward at a constant pace and who fixes it when a time anomaly shows up. However, the endless river that is the timeline she creates is sometimes hard to fully oversee. Especially when it is possible to be easily manipulated. As to why the gift of her magic will also bestow helping her with the maintenance of the timeline. Realm of Desa The home and realm of the Deamon of time. The realm of Desa. The realm is an eternal jungle. When her followers and children die, they have the option to live with her in their afterlife. They form the stars on the eternal night sky in the realm. they can come down from those stars to interact with Metztli, interact with each other or tend the river with her. The realm possess one important element. Through the realm, an endless silver-colored river flows. The river has no subtle waves, a peaceful stream that moves forth calmly with an almost flat surface. The stars giving the river its glow as the river is the representation of the mortal realm’s timeline. It came to be when Metztli and the concept of time were born and clocks were able to tick. The birth of time is represented at the beginning of the river as it also the source of all the water in the river. A waterfall that drops from a cloud of mist surrounding the beginning of the stream. Metztli takes care and sails on this river. With every second that passes in the concept of time, the river grows another inch. Metztli resides on an ominous, ship made out of birch and named Meva. Her ship is slowly pushed by the calm current. On the edge of where the river still grows and the bow of the ship sails is where the vessel itself carves a path which the river shall follow. Metztli is able to steer the instrument and uses it to carve the future. This way, Metztli weaves the timeline of the mortals through her own realm where she can tend to it. With a simple touch on the surface, she can let the water show any past events she wishes to see since all history is stored within the stream. The river’s current should move at the same speed at all time so it is equal to one second passing by. It can occur that somewhere on the river these currents can change as time begins to diverge. This means that in the mortal realm time anomalies pop up. On the river in Desa, these are also represented. The time anomaly can be identified by for example on how fast the current on the spot moves, stands still, reverses, splits off, or suddenly drop down all have an effect on how the anomaly works in the mortal realm. Creation of Kharajyr Those later known as her children. The Kharajyr who she saw fit for the position. She wished to create a better race who would value the beauty of nature and and see the importance of the world in balance but also possess emotions and devotion to her and others. So said, the Daemon entered the mortal realm to create her new master race. Her ability of taking the physical shape of a race helped her greatly. This way, she deceived many Descendants. For she would take on the form of a female variation of the individual focused on. At first, she searched the land for worthy candidates to give conscience to. She found a pack of primates within the jungle. She unlocked the mind of Hou-shen and made the creature sentient. She gave him a crown of jade and the ability to give sentience to all the other primates within the jungle of Asul. However it was Hou-shen who got worshipped and not Metztli for her deed. They began to detest her and in return, any memory of their creation by her was wiped from their memories. Leaving the race with an unending anger for their creator. As the Hou turned their backs to Metztli and left, Metztli continued to experiment. She began to walk among mortals as she gathered intel where to gain her subjects. From that, she kidnapped elven children from their cribs and conducted experiments with the cubs of the ocelot, resulting in hundreds of failed creatures. Then one, of the thousand failures, stood out to her as her perfect being. A humanoid and feline creature with spotless white fur. From this, she wanted more however could not recreate this creature. As a result, she created 4 subraces that could bring forth new generations. However, she was not yet ready to let the world of Descendants see her creation. She did truly treasure the race she had created. She also feared as they were so different from the descendants and were meant for a greater purpose, to which the rest of the mortals that roamed the realm were not ready for, yet. She kept her creations on an island far away where they grew, prospered and through Metztli’s signs, came to know for what they were destined to become. The sign of white fur was nothing but a mere coincidence but such rarity of fur color was praised by the Kha which more or less led to a misunderstanding that those born with white fur, were actually a messenger from Metztli. This was not the case however. The race that she had created satisfied her desires and became something she did not wish to leave this world. She became attached to them giving her the worship she always wanted and as return guided them for the possibility of having a better purpose, assisting her maintaining time and her own creation. However one day, the ego of her creations’ led to their paradise’s demise. She hurled them from their paradise and threw them in the harsh world. As both punishment for neglecting her and showing a frowned upon behaviour. Following Metztli is tasked with the important duty of maintaining the flow of time, for which she does not get the recognition she desires. This makes her more jealous of the fact that other ethereal beings get worshipped instead of her, even though she believes that her task is one of the most important ones. This jealousy is furthered as she has watched countless wars and catastrophic events caused by the Descendants, along with the suffering of their curses. This is what gives her the motivation to create a better race to her own design and a potential group following her ways. To earn her gift to be bestowed upon you, you are not required to be a Kharajyr yourself. The followers who have her magic bestowed upon them are also given the duties of helping her maintain time. However, Metztli becomes jealous quickly due to her desire of being worshipped. As a result, her followers have strict rules of giving sacrifices and only are allowed to worship and follow her religion. Those who break these rules would be stripped of their power as well as not given a place in her realm to accompany her. This goes for all worshipers of Metztli. Present day To this day, Metztli spends her time on the river and giving guidance to her followers as se bathes in the praise she has wished for so long. She is stuck with her eternal duties of tending to the timeline. She is sometimes obligated to enter the mortal realm to handle time anomalies as they are too far out of control to contain in her own realm.