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"Woah it actually happened" comments ghost man

Somewhere- a dead and dastardly reverent ghost which embodies all the feelings of edgy energy in that of the Trade Nation seems to stir for a moment, shaking his head along as he wonders what he missed in his moments transcending and all around shifting in the dark space of nothingness which makes up his eternal afterlife. 

At one point, the little twitchy elf lad looks over, noticing the poster of such seemingly addressed to the old monarchy he once settled over and held with as much of a tyrannical fist as the current overseeing Emperor... The lad bursts out laughing. A baffling guffaw which BELLOWS throughout the moonlights and carries all the way throughout the whispering isles.

A moment of emotion in what had been just a drooling dreary existence for himself, for the man was immensely tickled that the ‘Undead Emperor’, who at one point in time was more dead than his current form, was going out of his way to make fun and poke towards by far the most defenseless and unimportant state of them in terms of Arcas. It almost brought a tear down the dry skin of his rotten eye..

“This is almost as funny as the fact the current Emperor doesn’t have Horen blood in them.”

The then, basic corpse of an elf.. seemingly not caring about the current Monarch’s of Sutica as he finds both side equally unintelligent, merely decides to go back to the eons of nothing- from wherever else in this silence he may be.

Personally I think this spell needs a bit of a nerf. A 3 emote power-boost for up to 3x strength is decently powerful. Sure it has a “strength cooldown period” but whose realistically in these life or death situations super frequently? Afterall most people are only gunna use this if they ABSOLUTELY have too, or if it’d win the fight instantly.


 

This is a personal nitpick at a dark magic trope I see common, but any “Intimidation spell” which is used for the sake of making “people feel scared” is reeeeally lame imo. I’d much rather this just be a passive thing that shades can exude moreso in certain scenarios, since MOST PEOPLE really do not emote the effects of dread, and also dark mages should put more work into making descendants feel intimidated rather than “I got a sPOoKy auRa”.

Using magic for intimidation factor is a cop-out.

 

Lord of Chains? 👀 @BonesOfTheEarth Lmao. Spell itself is fine but just funny to comment on.

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As for my personal other comments not relating to mechanics, im instantly +1ing this rewrite because of the more-so meta problems with the magic that IK are being fixed with this rewrite. The problem of the disconnection knowledge, shade gems, connection, and what not were all massive problems in the last rewrite. It made it to where villiany coming from shades eventually died off very quickly and IMO is what caused the deep stigma around them. Now TBF that wasn’t entirely the fault of those people involved since doing any sort of villainy on this server has been shilled, kicked, and grilled to the bone into basically allowing n0 forms of conflict... but hopefully with the right rolls this version can do something great.

Also Shade being a diety magic is f*cking stupid, I dont care if it technically comes from Arun’asna and if its TECHNICALLY classified as a diety magic, its a god damn dark magic.

^ Authors Clarified that the above was wrong, cheers

The silence of nothingness is interuptted by a thought “Xavis? Awhhhh buddy, you really followed in my footsteps now didn’tcha?” he wonders, the same etheral figure somewhat watching the proceedings as they transpired. “May you find peace my lovely adopted-child. Your existence was one almost as hated and infamous as mine, but that doesn’t mean you lacked emotion, care, family, and humanity within you. At the end of the day, the hounds of war who hated you for nothing are no better then us.” The man then lets out another slight chuckle as he’s around for just another moment. 

“Though, in this silence... in this limbo where I almost feel a new world is upon us, I can’t but feel sad for everything that had to transpire. Maybe I should have been about more... possibly, with just a guiding hand, this could have all been avoided.”

”But, who am I kidding? I ain’t exactleh a saint either..” his snicker carries softly through the winds of Southern Arcas, a small smile “Cya soon buddy.” he says, fading once more back into nothingness.

I do not believe that T4 or T5 spells should be able to be added into enchantments at all tbh. I believe it’s all around unbalanced, especially given the fact that (atleast from what i’ve read, correct me if im wrong) it doesn’t actually take mana, or require one to stand still in order to use that enchantment in combat.

For example- if I just pre-plan and shoot my Conjuration Bear grenade into a mana gem, and then just fiddlef*ck around with it in my hand for 4 emotes I can shoot out an aggressive bear thats all of a sudden killing people. That doesn’t even count the other insane combos you could do with evocations, etc.

Either get rid of grand echanting, or make it to where grand-enchanting forces the participant to stand still while it’s charging up and casting, and uses the mana from their person.

Also- it’d be cool if you included a section about how Unsound Magic works with enchanting since Unsound is basically anti-voidal puffy cloud stuff and I can imagine a cool, funny feedback-loop sorta deal.. but that isn’trequiredandalsoimslightlybiased

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All of that being said though, I do like the way that you’ve written this magic. Personally i’d make it 2 slot if you aren’t gunna make it like other Voidal Users have tried to do and make each section an extra slot given how much of an indepth magic it is. BUT- I love the way that you fixed Transmutation and overall clarified and uplifted Abjuration/Warding. Very impressive and I can imagine most loopholes with this iteration should be fixed. + 1

A figured off ontop of the nearby Asimulei house rooftops looks down towards the burning clinic.. looking through the smoke, almost patiently... Though after a moment, a small chuckle echos throughout the nearby empty landscape around him. A small grin perking underneath the man’s hooded face. Twirling a piece of lapiz between his fingers, he lays back. “So thats where the world has brought yah ey Rhaella?” he wonders, the smile on his face still bright despite being hidden. “May my biggest b*tch of a grand-daughter find peace.. i’ll be waiting.” he notes, eventually fading backwards into nothingness, as the form of the figure seems to condense into ethereal mists to idly float around in the skies.

The winds blow within the golden wheatfields of Knox. A familar yet almost forget face watches as the breeze pulls across the soul of a new traveler. The bright eyed yet ghostly etheral man looks to the new arrival. “ Lo ‘here Micah, yeh did good mah friend, oi’m proud. “ says the lad with a large toothy grin, greeting the O’Connell into the skies above.

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Rolando Applefoot looks towards the missive, his brains frazzled as he looks towards the will and testament left aboard. “It appears ‘hat finalleh, aftah everythin’.. ‘his’ll beh ‘he last person who ‘as tah die.” he notes simply. His form still shaken and withered from the night prior, though the once emotionless strong man of a weefolk finds himself with a smile, looking to the suns above. In a way this end for everyone marked an actual beginning for the man.

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Rollingo the ethnic halfling looks towards the missive, spit-taking as his eyes shoot open. “WHA DAH ‘ELL?! MAH KIDDEH I’SAH ELDAH ‘ERE? Damn ‘his shi’ is’ah much easiah ‘hen oi expected..” the man says, then going to actually tell the news to Kit... since, she can’t actually read the will.

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Finally all that laces the ends of thought is the simple woman. The awful and discipicable halfling b*tch who frankly caused the trail of death in her steps onto the halfling village. Her lifeless body softly dragged into the abyss by the form of Arugula.. the speechless weelass has a moment to speak, her mind almost seemingly trapped in her body. “If onleh maybeh I jus’ decided tah beh a ‘ousewoife, possibleh.. jus’ possibleh.. ‘his would all ‘ave gone so much mer differen’.” says the girl, her mind beginning to reconsider all of what had just transpired. Though everyone knows that true evil actually knows no bounds. She found enjoyment in it all, and even in the decrypted and broken apart state the woman is in.. her mind’s eye seems to smile. “Per’aps oi’ll see yeh again someday meh lil Micah.” she says, her mind pulled further in the ocean’s dark blue...

i appreciate this lore +1

The piercing shriek of the eldritch uncle to Anne could be heard flying throughout the entire landscape of Brandybrook. As he walks the distorted mana within his form subverts the ground below him, and within his path he lets out screams within the abyssal moonspeech of the void. His figure turned and morphed into something that could be seen as more of a monster than descendant-like by this point. The last shred of his heart shattered, the man known as Rolando lives only for one simple purpose by this point, to tear the ground asunder and bring the person whom murdered Anne asunder into the void to get ripped apart.

ᛁ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᚱᛁᛈ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛏᚺᚱᛟᚨᛏ ᛟᚠᚠ ᛟᚠ ᚹᚺᛟᛗᛖᚹᛖᚱ ᛞᛁᛞ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ. ᛗᛃ ᛋᛗᚨᛚᛚ ᚹᛟᛗᚨᚾ, ᛃᛟᚢ ᚹᛖᚱᛖ ᛗᛃ ᛟᚾᛚᛃ ᚲᚨᚱᛖ ᛁᚾ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᚹᛟᚱᛚᛞ.
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The familiar dainty form of a peach-colored woman looks about. Her form shaking as she coughs up. Limping a bit the woman seems to seeth with anger at the notice of Anne’s death. “’he untintellegen’ garbage cabbage-patch babeh deserved i’.. onleh a mattah o’ toime before ‘he trash o’ Brandehbrook are all refined.. soon, we’ll ‘ave a propah village once more..” the woman says, laying within a bath... Dark red beginning to fill up the waters.
 

A slick-tongued weefolk looks towards the missive. Long locks covering her eyes as she lets out a soft, fainted whimper of disappointment. Softly within the silence of her own home, the woman takes off a glove whilst looking over the missive, a stony palm resting upon the chair of her burrow as she lets out a deep relaxed sigh, accompanied by a snicker.

”I’ beh hilarious ‘hat fellahs realleh try an’ slandah ‘he weefolk oh Brandehbrook.. biggun’ drama beh too unimportan’ fer wah we’re tryna do in ‘his world. We’re just all lil Benardis’ Aos-spawn, fer all o’ our toimes in Knox’s wheatfields.”

The girl begins to chuckle, eventually pulling the locks of hair out of her face, opening her eyes as two dead pupils stare off into the world. 

”I suppose i’ beh toime tah make a move. Aftahall- ain’t loike the dwedmar would foigh’ agains’ dah pure small-people o’ Arcas. We’re basically dwarven-kin.”

Justice for Anna

5/5 Depwessy dropped unsound.

A tainted wee-folk keeps an eye upon the posted document. His skin tainted a dark black corrupted color. Occasionally- his unmoving and expressionless facade would twitch with a hint of curiousity.

"If the descendants of Arcas already have this eye upon us, it appears that moving forward will do nothing more but amplify our presence..." 

The halfling then simply closes his one good eye.. resting criss crossed on a burnt up section of earth just outside the Trade City. Waiting..

Draw Mr Wonderful, Myst, and Hiren trying to steal a boat.

5 minutes ago, TheAlphaMoist said:

Did unsound get accepted because Mystery was manager

yes

Nice IGN uwu - 5/5

Hidden Admins part 2 coming soon...

Rolando hears a dark elf casually screeching her f*cking lungs out as she barrels through Sutica flinging out a cascade of letters. A “Missing Person” poster actually smashing against his face, before then the overwhelming nasally screech actually causes him to fall over.

After a moment- the wee-halfling, struken by his plague of Unsound simply bites into the paper, and swallows it after a moment.

It’s good lore, though its effect on the server is dependent on the people whom will use it on the platform. Hopefully with the way this rewrite is directed- it’ll have a nice imprint on the dynamic of roleplay. 

That being i’ll support this much more balanced rewrite +1

Rollo rolls in his grave

I f*cking hate vampires so much as a concept. They are a most stereotypical, broken, edgy things anyone can play and that's coming from me. I'd rather have simp uwu Naz tiefling shade girls than any form of stupid ******* bloodsuckers in this completely overused fantasy trope...

That being said ill give this the benefit of the doubt since Archi wrote it, +1

5/5 woop

Myst would stand within the Sutican clinic, hunched over a counter as he began to cough wildly. A flurry of deep, wet hacking shooting out of the man… as flakes of what seems to be congealed red blood litter the countertop of the medical building. Commotion could be heard outside in the square just adjacent. The elf sighs, moving outside only to be met with a long series of back and forth talking. Face to face with an ironclad man in front of him… though all the elf man hears is noise.

Noise… noise… noise. It echoes in and out, and frankly sometimes it doesn’t seem to even fully register. The man speaks on autopilot, as all that's in his head is the thought of what he wishes to accomplish. Avenging the long list of people he has to see through. Memories fling in and out of his mind, landing on the moments of peace and prosperity he had on the Atlasian landmass… and the power he received on the early eras of Arcas.

His family had grown, his moments of silence and solitude were fixed, he found his love, yet he still intended on assuring the last thing he wanted fixed would be seen through. Looking at the armored man in front of him, he knew that it was the Lord of Chains. He didn’t need to wait for a long winded explanation, it was evident to him. These scenarios had played out tens, no hundreds of times for the elf lad. He was very aware that he’d be walking into a trap.. Though, the mali’s feet still brought him forward. He had one plan that he knew he could see through.

Upon resting within the bottom of the Sutican lair which he had found himself in… the Lord of Chains did indeed reveal himself to the man. The elven Trade Father just laughed and snickered amid the words of the simple petty and stereotypical dark art squabble. Far too well versed in the disgusting, overinflated motivations and goals of those aligned to that morally grey side of personal fulfillment.

At one point though, he eventually tuned into the words that were being spoken to him. Just after finding himself slammed in the gut by the gauntlet of the man himself… he simply fell to the ground. Despite the relatively light tap of the Chain-man… Myst’s stomach had undergone a deep and excruciating level of pain as his innards were nearly ripped out of his gut nearly days before. He looked up and watched, his hands bound as he made a final play amid the crimson blood spewing from his mouth like baby drool…

He knew very well what these people were aligned with, and via informing those outside subtly just before his sudden appearance in the lair below… he had a one up. Not a one up that would per say ensure that he would survive, no, he was already dead.

But, he wanted to ensure that no matter what… even in death, those who had ripped his best friend from him would be brought to the earths below. By being able to escape that darkened lair, all that would be accomplished is him possibly meeting his wife before merely falling asunder to poor health moments later… and even if the idea of dying within the arms of his beloved crossed his mind multiple times, he wanted to assure that a symphony of catastrophe would rain down on those whom had wronged who he protected.

As such he had a long list of slurs and insults which he flung straight towards the Lord of Chains. A cruel and sickening flair of disgusting taunts and threats.. which Myst knew would only leave him with the option of certain death. The mali stood tall… sneering a wicked smile towards the Lord, as crimson hue dyed his jagged ivory teeth. Within his mind, he knew that even in death his plan would come to fruition… he was way too well versed in knowing that those who fight against the grains get what they deserve.

“Slit his throat, you needed only to lie to me to escape the grasp of the Lord of Chains… your unrelenting will is honorable.”

Moments after that line, one of the Lord’s lackeys simply gripped the weakened elf by his hair.. pulling him to a straightened stand. A nearly mutant and cannibalistic henchmen flung forth its teeth and bit into Myst’s throat… ripping out the esophagus of the elf in one sheer pull. Myst would stumble, blood gushing down his throat at the magnitude of the wound just thrown against him… seemingly unable to talk, yet having completed his goal.

The elf’s world seems to quickly decelerate, as everything goes suddenly in slow motion. The man’s maw gagging blood as he looks to his left. Upon doing so he notices the simple silhouette of a woman he recognizes from centuries prior.. nearly half a millennium passed since the redhead had laid his eyes upon the girl in her even remotely recognizable ethereal form. His lips curl into a smile, as the last words the usually frantic and talkative elf come out in a gurgled yet still clear tone..

“My Harmony..”

He twists away from the ghostly visage of the girl for a moment to lay his eyes upon the Lord of Chains and his lackeys… nearly all of them unmasked as his smile lays upon his face even seconds from death. His hand reaches its way up towards his throat, and while the wretched elf continues to try and stop his momentum thrown backwards as a result of his skewered center of weight… his clenched fist reels up one simple finger, to give the group before him a sneering bird before the elf loses his balance and lands upon the harsh ground behind him.

The man notices his one eyed vision beginning to swirl and turn into a blur… As he looks down at his palm he sees a simple slice of lapis, which seems to almost glitter for the man. Within his mind, he simply thinks to himself whilst twirling around the slice of blue.

“To those whom I loved, there is always someplace where we all go. Someplace where I could possibly see you all again… and even if I possibly never see you again… may I hopefully live in your memories as someone who was possibly loved.”

And in the next moment… the elf’s vision begins to turn a dark black. His mind slowly numb and his body turned limp as he kept the slice of blue held within his grasp….

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For those who looked into it, the body of Terr’hi Uialben would be found just momentarily near the front door of the Uialben Manor… just before vanishing without a trace. The death of the Trade Father would be accompanied by a long series of words written on his front door in a fresh crimson red blood.

A second has been claimed by the Lord of Chains. A third in his name.
So the Order promised begins to be born. Death brings it so.
Death, of those who would claim the influences of old.
Death, of those who would defy the Fiend born onto this world.
Another follows. Order prevails.

There would be a rather newly updated will left by the mali-man, though it seems to be rather quick and to the point.

“I do not like making depressing letters, that isn’t exactly my style. I don't feel like making a series of cute, sorted letters to send out orderly to each of my multiple children so let me make this simple and brief.

If you hated me, that’s fine. I most likely deserved it.

If you loved me, you’re in the minority… but I appreciate your love nonetheless.

If I loved you, I want you to know that death does not separate that belief from my mind.

Each of you most likely knows the thoughts I wished to pass down to you… so take it and move forward in life without feeling entirely lost. Life is about fulfilling yourself, not about just mindlessly surviving.

The Head of the Uialben Bloodline is left to Mika Uialben. The Manor is to be owned by all Uialbens together as one. Goodbye, and may you all make a life for yourselves without needing my hand.”

- Myst

46 minutes ago, LotsOfMuffins said:

The amount given is extraordinary compared to previous mina rewards, ranging from 2k to 60k+.

60k was for someone who put in 100hours into building. I stand by that this is a fair reward to people putting work into this server to make it less boring.
 

46 minutes ago, LotsOfMuffins said:

The Athera eventline was a good display as to how too much autonomy actually hurts the event. On the surface/ to the players, a lot of the event went well, but there were a lot of bumps. A number of actors expressed interest in having the eventline postponed for a bit longer as they wanted more time to prepare. Many of the issues with things like regioning and the nexus items could have been prevented had Mystery followed the proper channels and not rushed things the way he did with his admin-level perms.

I already spoke about the region issue in my large post that i’m still waiting on a response for.. Maybe something official possibly? Or no response, cmon give me something fellahs.

As for the argument involving “alot” of ET needing extra time. I actually MADE a google form! Out of the required poll in which 16 people responded (I have the form in my possession) only TWO people said they required extra time to get the event out, this extra timing being NO LONGER than a few days. One of those replies, I ensured had their builds finished (which I helped them with to ensure it met the deadline), and the other was a lad who was just whining. Wanted the event delayed despite the fact his event was literally finished being set up.

A reformed elf walks about the back alleys of Sutica. Slowly shuffling along the tattered roads in a large coat with his head hung low... the elf man whistles a merry tune. Quickly opening the door into a nearby home as to look about, as if in search of something he may have forgotten. He swivels around the wooden floors.. deep in thought, before then noticing it out the corner of his eye. A tiny glimmering lapis slice, which he quickly bends over to swipe up from the floors.

”Must have dropped it in here... f*ck. Thank god I didn’t lose this..” he says between a quick exhale.. his smile pulled into a soft and content smirk as he looks over the blue rock. While looking over the engraved message, he’d eventually look up, noticing the Sutican lighthouse just north of him. The man, pocketing the lapis, slowly walks on over. 

Reminiscing on some form of old encounter, the elf stands at alert just a few feet away from the base of the large fixture. Sighing as he seems to remember a better time. A content snicker leaving the man as he pulls out the blue stone, and walks about in a complete daze. Seemingly his feet dragging him around idly into some back cave whilst he just muses about in his own thoughts. Though eventually, the man notices that he seems to have stepped in something wet.

Looking up, the elf’s eye goes dull. His fingers slip- dropping the pristine blue slice into the pool of crimson blood below him.. as the red begins to swirl about and stain the priceless commemorative rock. A blank expression, yet wide eye on the elf man as he looks towards the young adult infront of him. Choked to death in a brutal fashion. The elf’s eyelid seems to twitch, jerking about as his fingers clench in on themselves... 

”H-Hir..”

The man’s mouth finally opens, only to show an array of white teeth clenched down on one another. The peaceful farmer finally thrown from his years of self-control and inner peace in a moment as he slams his fist into the rock behind him. The bones with his hand creak and snap, leaving a deep black and blue bruise about his hand- and leaving him a ear shrieking “FUUUUCKKKKK,” before he collapses to his knees.

Blood begins to drip down the torn skin in the elf’s hand as he staggers forward towards the lifeless body infront of him. Gripping the kid’s torso and trying to shake him awake “Who did this to you..? W-Who.. WHO F*CKING DID THIS.” he whines, his eye going a starry color.. and in the next moment the enraged elf staggers off out of the cave. Gripping the lapis slice and holding it against his chest as he yells out into the moonlight.

”I’LL FIND YOU MOTHERFUCKER, AND I’LL RIP YOUR F*CKING THROAT OUT AND FEED IT TO THE DOGS.”

I'm still waiting for my official blacklist message...

In other news, mod team seems to be doing well. I think its in a good spot rn, much better than most other iterations