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This is actually cool wtf.

[!] A Prophecy would be unveiled to all descendants prone to receiving prophetic visions such as Seer, Vivification, Naztherak, and so on, detailing a future that lay in wait. Visions would warp, adjusting the prophecy’s audience to instead hover beside legions of shimmering silver troops draped in red cloth. Banners of crimson silk featuring a silver sigil of conjoined branches crossing at their peak fluttered in the wind, detailing the troops’ loyalty. Through voidal taint and corruption, they strode, crossing a stone bridge of grand proportions and halting before gates that steadily rose following a command from within the city. A silver blade was thus risen, pointed upwards, and then turned and lowered to aim at the city before them, with a voice calling forth, “With this blade, I offer the heads of flame-stricken deceivers. Through scaled flesh and boiled blood, they will be unveiled, and unity restored to those pure of silver.” Confusion and panic swept the citadel in the form of the cries of citizens and frozen guards as the silver legions flooded the square and began their search. Fear wove into the hearts of loyal citizenry, furthered only by an immense sensation of complete and utter dread. Slitted eyes glared down upon their invading foe, watching. Waiting. A warning.

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Pain

I don't know what's going with the humans. I meant in general as it doesn't affect only one community, since I have seen being done by elves too, my comment wasn't aimed at anyone mainly. If you felt attacked by an example, which was also said from other people here; perhaps you should ask yourself how true that's it.

What.

"I believe in this person. It takes guts to proclaim truth and seek conflict with leadership who cannot even bring respect to one's allies." Said a elder within her manor amused and surprised to see that someone finally understood and peered beyond the facade of selflessness that Seth had. "I bet that snakes and backstabbers are defending the problem as it doesn't affect them at all. Alas, the blind will see the light only when it's too late." She grumbled slightly, before grabbing any missive to store them somewhere in her large office: Secured, and safe if she would ever need them one day. "I already miss their former Sohaer... the only one who respected her allies and showed great leadership. Nevertheless, may the moon bless you in your quest... oh fierce writer."

This is fair. I honestly always hated the test salt thingy, for while it's rather cool and makes sense theme-wise; people abuse it to mess with others and continue their needless witchhunt without any huge narratice behind it, or people who salt test anyone within their gate process, which limites the place where x corc may go. Therefore, killing roleplay in general as it would offer no interaction or no good-faith roleplay to anyone. If it was me, i'd completely remove the salt part and add another "hint" that's less prominent and requires more work to avoid the random dude coming into your direction asking for a test; it could always be something linked to the salt theme as a whole though, get creative! We have sadly people who also metagames these procedures or says rply that aurum doesn't work anymore. So, in my opinion, it needs a huge overhaul. Jade said it better than me tho, what ahe said and her ideas aren't bad! I would suggest to take inspiration to em.

"Oyako has to learn the meaning of subtlety. It is no surprise that she's the one who got caught in that family." An elder exhaled a tired sigh from within her manor. Curious to see what Oyako would do now. However, she would for sure send a letter to Akemi in order to learn more about what happened!

"She's got what she deserved." An Elder cared not about this Amador's death or her child, for it was all foresaw in her vision. "It is a fair trade for her betrayal. Death to the snake, and shall her future generation be forever cursed, my prince Otton may rest in peace now." She trailed over, collecting the missive into her hands to store it somewhere within her office as she awaited the events and conflict to unfold as she shall remain only a witness for what had to come. Finally, she could rest with the thought that those who betrayed her prince had been punished by fate itself

Man.

A Cleric of stars and moons smiled and offered her nod of respect towards such a company. She'd look forward to interact with them eventually.

The Horned knight is amazed that her stupid suggestion for a pact's name was accepted. She wondered whether it was a good suggestion or if the diplomatic group was desperate.

Yeah, I don't why is it temporary solution as problems will come also once the system would be online. It doesn’t make sense for someome to initiate mechanical running if they have no escape route or are deadly wounded; it’s like a subtle pvp default. Why taking the vague and complicated route when you can just say "You can't mechanically run if it’s combat rp default" or amidst an ongoing fight.

[!] Igarashi Akio preparing a precise lunge of his blade onto the dragon’s skull. The Prologue いち: ✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲ The story of the young spider began with an ancient warrior whose blood flowed in her. It was her father, Igarashi Akio. The latter was a powerful samurai known by many to have slain a dragon among the restless oceans. Although it isn’t confirmed, the renown that he earned was real through and through. Withal, gaining influence and hierarchy within the land of the Igarashi, a noble clan of zealous humans. Although Akio clipped his ears to hide among the other humans, there was something he never admitted to anyone: his true elven blood. However, he lived with honesty and honor like a proper samurai! It wasn't long before he found another elven who was a servant of the Igarashi whose emotions were linked to his own. After a few years, they had two children, which led to the death of the mother later on perhaps due to some plague; it was not explained to the young spider and her brother, and as a result, Akio’s lost his mind, leading his nature to be finally revealed to the other members of the Igarashi: He was seen of as a heretic and as a bastard elf. The children; the young spider and her brother witnessed the death of their father as he was brutally executed. ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ However, out of respect for Akio’s past heroic deeds- the children were left alive but treated as lowly beings, as slaves, as tools for the humans and the other overlords of their homeland. Needless to say, both the young spider and the brother stood together through any obstacle with the brother swearing to protect her sister, no matter what; it was due to the young spider being born with a sickened build that rendered her form fragile and ‘ill, consequently leading her to be the main target for the other nobles as her brother was strong and defiant unlike her. Their stay did not last long for the young spider’s true nature eventually was seen by a noble who continued to mock her; the previously mentioned noble found that the little spider’s poison could kill anyone taller than her regardless of strength and size, she was deadly. With the death of a noble, both had to run! So, they ventured forth to unknown lands to find refugees and a new place to call home. Henceforth, the young spider’s mind completely shifted from there, she had feared what she could become, what chaos she could cause; her anger and revenge would be repressed into the depths of her mind as she continued her path onward. Albeit, her ambition, her pride, and her anger soon or later shall return to awaken a dream that she tried to forget. Whilst her brother saw sorrow and fear in her eyes, he tried to remain at her side- even if it meant for the entire world to burn: As their wake guided them to the Kami temples of Nokumi and Izakuno, where they were trained to control their emotions and ambitions and use them efficiently, that helped them to keep dearly their humanity and righteousness. ✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲ Despite this, She foregoes her training, and her memories… “Let your misfortune be taken. Let your real self come out from the shadows of your mind.” -Brother Minas The Aftermath に : ✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲ Subsequently, after retreating away from her homeland and teachings, she found a druid of greed and gold who accompanied her on a different journey; a journey of her mind, into the deeps of the abyss dwelling of her cranium, that shrouded any emotions that would show who she truly was, and any truth she didn’t want to listen to or witness. Through the guidance of the greed druid, her inner thoughts were dragged outward with extreme force and brutality as an ever-felt pain burned her like acid and poison, but for once amidst the chaos, her mind and soul felt order and peace. Invisible to the druid, such a self-truth being dragged out made the young spider behold her and past and those who wronged her as they were all tied and impaled within a sharp tide of webs and strings alike akin to a dreaful moutan of corpses and webs, a cave-like hell. One was something she recognized the most; e web-tied amalgamation that represented the first person she had killed, her father, and her mother, which was what still kept her clinging to her human side: Her human memories, her emotive attachments, and her name. Thus, she had a choice at hand, and with the orderly chaos dwelling in her mind, she stepped forward. A clawed hand rose to hover upon the amalgamation of her humanity. “Finally, I know what my dream is… what my Kami wants.” Thereafter, the hand descended like an execution maneuver to pierce through the amalgamation of her humanity as blood poured from the flash and bones that were being torn off piece by piece without any or respect by her dagger-like nails; for once, she mustered a smile that bore no lies but its twisted corruption was seen, for the young spider finally showed her fangs in plain sight, unleashing forth the poison of her vividnature. Her humanity was shredded and her memories became blurred as the expression of those she loved became a blank board that lacked of any emotions or humanity. The deed was done as the amalgamation was rendered nothing but a puddle of blood and bones; she turned around to face the other victims who were twisted around the webs and strings that lingered about. She dramatically lifted her hands, consequently calling forth for several spiders that began to devour and tear anyone trapped within the strings, only to be raised afterward in a new appearance that completely forgoes their descendant and mortal nature, a perfect race of undeath and immortality, as her vision of this dream would darken soon after. Her vision was soon to be finished, and in her last moments, before passing out, before waking up into reality. She uttered what that dream was, her new purpose. “The world will be reborn into perfection; everyone will burn only to be raised into a new flawless existence, and those who have wronged us will find themselves consumed by the light!” And so, she collapsed as her story had just begun, and she shall be guided by the greed druid in this new pursuit. ✲꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏✲

An Elder in her wandering about took notice of the missive as she sought to retrieve one; she'd head towards her household away from the lands of her allies. "The ignorant will always blame someone else for one's wrongdoings." She muttered in the presence of her most trustable advisor ( @Orphvius) before pinning the aforementioned missive against a wall of her manor as a memento. "Put this individual on THE list, my friend. No voidal mage is good and honest; if they do use Ivarielle has an excuse to increase the influence of the void. It doesn’t matter who'd learn it, for it remains poison." Thus, another was added into the eternal and hypocrit grudge book of an infamous family, perhaps unknown to any voidal mage.

❖ "Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that idea...This is the way to success" ❖ ┍━☽【❖】☾━┑ There sat, an elder of ascension whose mind and body seemed to have reached their highest heights of power and enlightenment; with her body twisted and mixed with holy blessings and constant resolution, she was truly the peak of any mortal. Being more than just a walking shell. Although she found herself in this state of absolution, once she was immersed in the environment around her, she heard nothing. How could she hear nothing? How could she hold onto the nothingness in her ears when she grasped the heights of ascension in her long elf? A conundrum that crooked her focus for a brief moment. These doubts unfold, and subtle inquiries emerge. A voice arose in the deeps of her cranium: “You must hear the world’s song." ❖ "You must learn how to hear and listen.” And so she remembered such words; for throughout her life, she learned only to behold, witness, and see the unsung songs and environment around her. She never heard what must have been heeded. Her ascension, her old age mattered not, for much still she needed to learn. So, she focused, for a moment, daring to challenge the silence around her. Thus, her true training began; she challenged her anxieties and doubts throughout this ordeal. Soon, her ears caught a glimpse of a tune, a healing tune of a waterfall, before she also heard the chirping birds, then rocks and stones alike that were being pushed along the current of the water. Through this world's song, she gradually gained a deeper understanding of what plagued her. Yet, the training was not completed for she had much to hear still, the world's song was not completed. Nevertheless, not an impossible challenge for her long life bestowed her ancient wisdom to progress without turning back. ┕━☽【❖】☾━┙ However, nature and animals would not be the only ones witnessing her training, for in the deeps of one’s slumber; an Oyashiman teacher, who could see in a dream a soft golden land that was displayed like a majestic forest surrounded by a pure waterfall. Through this vision, she beheld the elder attempting her best to hear the world’s song, deeply meditating! What’s more, The Oyashiman teacher may see the elder differently, for the aforementioned Elder was twisted in a bright and damaged aura, that slowly was healing through the tune that sang among the dream she was experiencing! Alas, the Oyashiman could not partake in the dream in a physical manner, for she could only witness the journey that her old friend was taking. Only time will tell if the elder would succeed in her endless venture of hearing and learning; without a guide, but only with her mind and heart.

Hol' up

Memories wtf

"FOR AMATHINE, FOR THE CROWN!" Cheered did, a royal guard of the elven nation.

A Elder smiled upon one of the first Ranaleth shamans! She looked forward to see where this young smith's path will take her to.

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I'm pretty sure these potions are made for those people who don't want to have any involvement with magic or spirits. It's quite redundant saying "Use this ability to do x aesthetic thing"

A student dwelled somewhere, continuing to craft tools for the spirits. One must wonder how her teacher's death shall influence her. Nevertheless, she mourned his death; another one who leaves her as the curse continued to course in such a sorrowful cycle.