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From the now challenged woods surrounding Viru, the trees bristle and groan violently. Their keeper the Woodsman Aeriolaneth returns home in time for the account to reach him without more than a scratch to prove his experience that fated day. Gathered 'round his feet stand his congregation, of fur and fang of differing taste and creed. "Our blood answered this fateful night, my children. Honour restored to alliances of my younger years. The Ivae'fenn - brothers yore, still prove worthy to be called equal to their forefathers! Light the fires, dig up the staches! For in the morrow - They'll be met with my tattered banner!" A vow sealed in cacaphonic screams and screeches. A chaotic song guided by the sound of an old hunting horn, its echo heard all across Idunia - its message HOPE!

It Stirs As the people in Viru rest at last, war and conflict now in the past- there musters and clutters in their street a secret coven dares to meet. For in the darkness utters fall of shadows gathering- wide and tall, chittering, groaning and gnashing… disgruntled by the bloody clashing. Cats and dogs stay inside at night, The cows are dry- their udders tight. The bulls of Viru- once seen as sport, stand lame in their pens as they grumble and snort. In the morrow when farmers head for their coop, harvesting from their feathered troupe- they find the nests strangely light, not an egg remains in sight. Not a soul knows how it came, nor how it set the peace aflame. Painted across houses- like some wicked curse, a warning is written… “It Stirs” OOC: New Viru eventline unlocked! Strange sites are left around town for people to investigate, a prelude for DOOM to come!

Sat upon the rooftops of a quant and distant shore town it seems a pest of birds has claimed the red shingles painting them black and white. The flock caws and croaks in a bothersome band, barking bafflingly baritone ballads as they bolster a band. “Yes my friends… the time has come.” A suit of armour hums within, clouded by feathers and bird excrement as he ties the last letter to the last rook. The birds grow anxious, having been terrorising the neighbourhood for the better part of a day until suddenly the hermit arises, hand pointing land inwards as he speaks to his messengers. “Onwards my boys and girls! Fly and find my brethren in every tavern, inn and theatre! Bring them word of new tidings, an era to be born!” The already chaotic flock turns into a cacophony on screeches, avians flying in a whirring blaze of feathers through the air as they disperse into the evening sky. Days later pamphlets are dispersed around the continent addressed to those daring enough to read them. “Men and women of song I beckon thee! The tide of art must be changed! Step forth into the light with me- During the time I have arranged. Many years I’ve ached for a festival for our kin, So high time it be for us to feast, barter and sin. Are you an artist of your people and bring happiness where you can? Are you a rambling rover or perhaps Vailu Valmiran? Come to the Hyspian bullring and wear thy finest dress, Masters bring thy pupils- art is for everyone to express. Can you sing, dance, write, paint or sew? Become part of the committee and set up a show!” The lower part of the pamphlet holds a less artistic piece of writing, handing the needed information to those interested. “I summon all willing artists from any and all vocations to a council so that we may erect a custom that could span across all nations. We can build a day for us all to enjoy our wondrous gifts and extend them to those willing to join us. In two elven days at central nightfall shall we muster. I would like to extend my personal invitations to all, especially the artistic academy aforementioned in the poem. Let me plead with you a story, a dream of an old man that you may now finally get to live. Fealty to the fallen, Liquor for the living. -Un Ami de la Fontaine” OOC Information: Date: 1/3/2023 (First of march) Time: 11 PM GMT Place: Bullring in Hyspia

Aerilith was drawn to the encampment a final time, he had spent days looking for his bard brother though when he found the lad it was already too late. With tears in his eyes the Mali would set himself next to the tent and look at the shell of Timothee’s undying spirit. He wept and groaned while grasping onto the grass around him. For the one man that changed his life had departed from his side. “Timo.. ami….merde I-I’ll miss you…” Several moments passed him weeping before in a shaking tone he’d sing for the golden bard. “In a time long forgotten, we were scared and alone. With beasts cold and rotten, made of magic and bone. There was one man amongst many who I’d never forget, The bard of Adreo… sang without pain or regret. Now the path is dark and I must let you go. Though you did leave your mark, and I hope that you know. When the time will come for a new age of song. We’ll never forget you, your memory stays strong.” And so the hunter continued to cry over his lost friend, clutching on his own bottle of wine as soft reminder of this legendary man.

Aerilith Oakenarrow blows his family’s hunting horn for his fallen brother when he heard the news, looking out for the sea he’d mutter “You found your peace llir.... and it was well worth it... goodbye mal’onn.”

(( MC name: Phoenixshot3)) Name: Kaelindir Vote for Sohaer: ( XX ) Nelgauth Maehr'tehral ( ) Anethra Uradir ( ) Abstain

(( MC name: Phoenixshot3 )) Name: Kaelindir Vote for Okarir’tir: ( ) Kaelan Aldin ( XX ) Alluin Miravaris Vote for Okarir’hiylun: ( ) Silvyr Uradir ( XX ) Dele Seregon ( ) Farandil Aldin

gud songs honestly!

-=Roleplay=- Name: Aerilith Oakenarrow Race: Wood Elf Age: 175 Are you a citizen of Elvenesse: Yes Previous military experience (Not necessary): Alibaba guard, Curonian guard, Oakenarrow Sentinels -=OOC=- MCname: Phoenixshot3 Discord (Required): Phoenixshot3#8669

You’ve got a valid point there, I always saw LoTC magic like something that could be countered by being smart, using different types of weapons or just smacking a mage before they did cast something. My general question now is how do you counter a rifle regardless of what type it is? How can a non-magical or non-rifleman oppose it?

My question for this is how is LoTC going to keep that from happening, sure we dont have to spend years training ourselves because its just rp but what WILL keep us from going down that same path? having the knowledge or useage of it for a select group of people like some magics circlejerked before?

Of course I knew there was a period where they coexisted, my concern is merely that if we let guns come through now it might evolve into the era where they do go extinct. Once the step is taken some people will just continue to fight over it until it will become like the colonial ages.

I personally am not a big fan of the idea of gunpowder or handheld firearms in LoTC due to the fact that it could be exploited so easily. Imagine someone walking around with ten flintlock pistols strapped onto their body and just starting to fire in any direction. Of course the debate here is what types of firearms would be allowed and how they’d work. Firearms are cool and I get that but they are the exact reason why plate armour became useless in history. So yes we would be able to make new characters based on gunpowder but at the same time you’d make people such as knights useless. I am not that big of a history person so I don’t know how strong the weapons exactly were but the concern is still there.

Aerilith Oakenarrow looks at the open letter with surprise, reading every word with more and more interest in the situation, he’d write a note to his ancient brother in arms soon after finishing the reading. “You continue to be the wisest of the pack llir, this is why you are one of few Mali’Fenn to be able to call themselves worthy for a Sentinel trial. you bring me in awe and inspire me, thank you for being my brother.”

Aerilith Oakenarrow, former Grand Huntmaster and Grand Advisor took the note in his hands with a sigh. gazing upon the royal bullshit that was bestowed upon his friend “Why do royalty always have to do stupid things only for more experienced people to react as furiously.... Well it seems like picking sides will once again result in hate.... If only one of them was Oakenarrow....” He grunts before heading back to his tavern, putting on his smiling mask once more to make his customers feel like nothing is wrong.