Diogen

cries in soft pk on death and having to gather a whole community to manually revive after being forced to murder hobo

take care, 10/10 would pass by you on the road again

"Speremus minus homines obruendo saccharo placentas destruere." Icarus says, letting out a sigh.

[!] A missive would be shared throughout Almaris, advertising what seems to be a cake recipe. Receptum: Torta Antica, habet basis adbutyrata sparsa cum melle et superposita cum mulsa semi dulcis ricotta impletio, iterum tegitur cum eadem fragilis butyracea crusta, tum coquebatur usque ad aureum. Divide et servi polvus cum saccharo. Ita bonum. Agitare simul farina, saccharum pulvis coquendus et sal addere adbutyrata mollis et miscere ad formare granula aspera. Addere ova et miscere ad non penitus combinare. Movere testa ad superficiem leviter farinata et knead lene ad combinare ad formare globum testa compacta. Involvere in plastic et refrigerare pro 30 minuta. Dividere testa in dimidium et extendere ad 1/8 pollices crassitudo, ponere in patina preparata, punctura fundo testa cum forcipem, spargere cum stratum melle, tenuis vel crassior sicut tu optare, refrigerare. Dum basis in refrigerando, in parva catillo miscere ricotta et saccharum pulvis usque ad cremosum. Removere testa a frigidarium, et spargere mixtura ricotta super melle. Refrigerare. Extendere reliqua testa ad circulum paulo crassior quam 1/8 pollices, tegere ricotta cum testa, sigilare margines, brossa cum lac et coquere. Permitte torta frigescere tum polvere saccharo antequam servire. P.S: Plures interrogationes quam placentam tuam ornatis, roga Icarum Leonidam Sol'Acal ab ave.

any more alien invasion books to recommend?

Application OOC ((MC Name: Itz_Diogen)) ((Discord: Diogen#5338)) ((Timezone: EST & GMT + 1, depends on the month)) IN-CHARACTER What is your name? Icarus Leonida Sol'Acal Which position best suits you? Wings When should you be contacted for an interview? When I'm done skinning the persona

i love you and capn for having read these series as well

naele goes o.o

[!] Missives were spread across all of Almaris. With a big URGENT. READ. on the top The Demon We Shall Not Name People of Almaris, Halfway through my day, after the unleashed creature was done harassing nations and settlements, it has made its way to me, threatening me for writing these missives. But I will not stop. How long I have to live is irrelevant. So long as it remains, I will spread everything I have uncovered about it like wildfire. It is alone, but we are many. Our time on this continent is short, and while everyone is too busy fighting with themselves, a creature much, much stronger than Iblees herself is threatening conquest upon not only Almaris, but our entire realm. And so, it is about time I inform everyone on the recent discoveries -That creature is threatening to assault Haense tomorrow. (11 PM GMT+1 | Please do not attend if not affiliated with Haense, as it is run by a single newer ST member, and will be extremely hard to coordinate with more than just the nation's members. The rest are free to spectate) Its one and only goal is to acquire the King's crown. It is gathering a collection of crowns from people who are of power, to increase its own power. -It is not just a demon. It is an otherworldly spirit, one unlike the Shamanistic spirits. Its power is far, far too great, and battling it is exceedingly hard. It will have to be dealt with in an extremely smart fashion. A single mistake, and it is capable of wiping entire armies. -Ash is a mere vessel. While his normal, Descendant side remains, the demon has been controlling him too frequently. Yet, its power is limited by him. It gains power by having corpses offered to it as sacrifices, but most importantly: It grows in power by deceiving people into accepting deals with it. Causing it to control their vessel and have a link from its realm to Almaris. Through him, it has power on Almaris. Do not accept any deals with it. It trapped us in a room underground, and almost begged us to accept its deal. We refused, and refused, and found our own way out. If we had accepted, he would've had an army of two nations controlled by it. -Its powers are severely limited due to it having to walk on Almaris through a Descendant it deceived. Yet, when I once began repeatedly speaking its name while Ash was unconscious, it did not wake up. It remained dormant. This means, if anyone is capable of cleansing it (Shamans), knock him out. -To all leaders. Do not give it your crown, as it will gain power from it. Destroy your crowns. Do not let it get its hands on any. -If you manage to make it to Karkosa, do not linger. Magic is not functional, and the creatures there are powerful. You will be like a rat in a lion's den. Yet, the Hexers are trapped within, somewhere. If you ever get stuck, look for them. They are your allies. -Unrelated: We are not fighting Iblees. It is the Red Prince we have been fighting this entire time. The one that posed as Widukind. And now posing as Iblees. Its right hand man. It was not slain in Hense. Iblees is still weak. If you have any questions, seek my in the Basilica in Haense. I work in the Church. To who I shall not name: Recover well from the concussion I've given you. -Sister Helena

"ug" said momo

[!] Missives were spread throughout Almaris, with a big red URGENT. READ. at the very top of it I write this with haste- My name is Sister Helena of Haense. During a meeting with His Holiness the Pontiff, and Kazimir, leader of the Inquisition, we were approached by a curious Dark Elf. He presented himself as Ash. Claimed to be hosting an otherworldly demon within his body, after being deceived and forced into a pact with it. Begged us to exorcise him- and so we did. I was ordered to host it, with the Inquisition and any volunteers to guard me as I performed it. But, halfway throughout the exorcism, the demon that we have been attempting to sever off the man ended up twisting, contorting his body in... Horrifying ways. It took full control of him, climbed on walls, sprouted wings, absorbed all forms of Voidal magic and redirected them to people, shrugged off arrows and attacks, only to fly away through the Basilica. I chased it towards the South alongside Dame Tavisha, Sister Justina, and Vulnikru. Towards the ruins of Luciensburg. Where a cult named after Chelka worship that demon. Vampiric, horrific beasts. There, were many depictions of the demon called Bezaleel. We have found an altar with many corpses used as sacrifice, organs harvested off their bodies. Many traps, remains of people, and abandoned abodes, until finally, we have found a pit. A deep pit that led us into a wide network of caves. There was a depiction of a massive, horned beast dwelling within these tunnels, with many claw marks. Living areas, recently used, and cells. This demon claimed to dwarf Iblees in power, yet it is of another realm. Its power on this realm is not as strong, and rather it manipulates people and tricks them into accepting its control over their body, where it can be allowed to roam on Almaris through them. I urge everyone to be careful with demons- do not accept any pact, regardless of how tempting they seem. Do not try to beat it with voidal magic. It will absorb it all and use it back on you. Do not go near the ruins of Luciensburg. It resides there. It saw us. Do not interact with any male dark elf with glasses and white hair who goes by the name of Ash A new, extremely dangerous threat is on the loose. And we do not know where it will go next. -Sister Helena

AI can already do that Here is me generating a combat sequence using RP emotes between 2 knights in a duel And here is me generating a roleplay emote of a bandit stopping a merchant on the road You can also ask it for advice when it comes to combat scenarios. Can be more detailed with it but here's a preview

LOL yeah, i didn't pay too much mind to it, but it also has the possibility of re-writing it all in any tense you'd like. come to think of it maybe i shouldve posted it in another tense i appreciate it

all this work i put since the past year experimenting with multiple AI and training them to do shit like this has nothing to do with laziness. it is very fascinating

Read spoiler! The Weeping Mother Kaya had been consumed by despair ever since her daughter had been taken away from her. The grief and overwhelming sadness that had overcome her had been unbearable, and it felt like an insurmountable loss. The pain of losing a child was something she could never have imagined, and it had left her feeling empty and hopeless. She had been broken, and had been struggling to find the strength to move on, but the darkness that had taken over her life seemed all-consuming. That was until a frosted hag had come into her life. Naele. The Dark Elf had seen her suffering and had taken pity on her. She had offered her a way out of the darkness, a way to take back what had been taken from her. A way to avenge her daughter's death. It was an offer that had come with a price, however. Naele had offered her the curse of the Fjarriagua, the power of the Fjarriagua. She was hesitant at first, but she had eventually accepted Naele's offer. She had given her life to the curse of the Fjarriagua, and in return, Naele had promised her a way to get revenge on the man who had taken her daughter. Something was off, but she had believed that this was the only way to bring justice to her daughter. The transformation was painful and agonizing, as Kaya's body had been wracked with pain and her flesh had frozen solid, becoming hard and brittle like ice. Her heart had slowed and her blood had turned to slush, while her soul had become heavy with grief and despair. Yet despite the agony, Kaya had endured the transformation, emerging at the end as a sight to behold - her body encased in a thick layer of ice, her hair white and wispy, and her eyes hollow and cold. She had become a creature of pure frost, a living embodiment of her sorrow and pain. A creature of despair. With her newfound power, the new witch had set out to confront the man who had taken her daughter. She had tracked him to a small village in the north, and as she had approached, the villagers had become fearful. They had seen her, and had known what she was. They had known what she was capable of. Kaya had unleashed a furious series of spells alongside the coven upon the village, and had frozen the man who had taken her daughter. In a matter of moments, the village had been brought to its knees, and the man who had taken her daughter had been reduced to a frozen statue. Her frost-like powers had spread through the village like wildfire, leaving no stone unturned and no soul untouched. The chill of the Fjarriagua had been felt by everyone, and their terror had been palpable. She had been satisfied. She had finally gotten her revenge. But her victory had come with a price. As she had stood in the ruins of the village, she had realized that her transformation had taken away a part of her. She had been a woman of emotion and compassion before, and now she was a creature of ice and hatred. Kaya had been a victim of the curse of the Fjarriagua, and she had paid for it with her own humanity. She had been a woman who had been broken by grief and despair, and had been given a way out. But in the end, all she had gotten was a hollow victory, and a broken soul. She had been given a second chance at life, and she had taken it. She had risen from the ashes of her despair, and had forged a new path for herself. She had embraced her curse, and had become a powerful warrior, a wicked champion of justice- or so she believed.

"At last." Said Naele, sitting alongside her sisters and daughters as they dine. "War."

This is a prophetic vision accessible to seers, naztherak, farseer shamans, vivification clairvoyants, and mystics with hexing per Prophecy lore. — Song of Endings Nights of restless sleep and harrowing visions, those adept in the occultism felt the energy of an incoming vision. Primal queens gathered at the lead of a young, newly-crowned witch. Her nefarious ambition drove this squabble to plot and scheme - she was Naele, born of hatred, and her determination became manifest in a cacophonous song. In her wake, the world cried. The skies converged with the gelid breath of the north, raining down cyclones of ice and frost to extinguish all life in the realm. — The static resonance of silence rings in your ears, preventing your sleep as in between weary blinks, your eyes blurry in and out from clarity. At the final fluttering of lids, the devastating vision of a world consumed by a song of ice and cold becomes your only sight and thought. A whisper is heard in a tongue of dark: Al'zubguglar zu'Blovak-ka ag'satchar tavi a'sek zepatu-ka Villages and towns, peasantry and nobility, all have failed to resist the cold. In your field of view, there is little to be seen other than frozen corpses, colonized settlements, and hordes of icy banshees prosecuting every lifeform in sight. The whisper grows into a haunting hum: E vireundzord e, blovak undere ag'ewquor You pass unnoticed, for a little while at least. These ravenous spirits rampage the battlefield, and you see as though even more innocents are consumed by their thirst for blood. It is impossible to look away, to respond or react and put a stop to this salvage act. The hum is now a shout, declaring what shall unfold: Al'Yatl-Bhrun ag'maku al'Adalm-ka zu'al'zubguglar undere y'sek-khut Your throat is grasped, your body therein suspended in the air by a hefty, lengthy arm of ice. The Mother gazes into your soul, at which you are thrown across the frozen snow. Cold fingers tear into flesh and warmth leaks away just the same as blood, drained and consumed by Naele. The shout converts into a song, exposing the end of the world: Teputra al'buratza zu'yatl, teputra al'bhrun zu'yatl BLINK! Once more, the vastless white once seen and felt as a firsthand experience dissipated, returning your mind back to reality.

no goodbye from me because we're already in regular contact but glad ur out of this hell <3

The issue isn't 'what hasn't been done' its what can't happen. The YouTube is entirely run by admins, the managers are capable yet hit brick walls on every turn. The team itself has incompetence but that doesn't excuse how much shit talking the team as a whole faces by others regardless of accomplishments. Since after muffins was removed the reputation was destroyed resulting in the issue where no one supports community team. No one wants to say "here's the problem let's fix it." This would've gone so much better if the people who wrote this post reached out to the managers about it to hear out their side of the story and why they're currently struggling to change things the way they want them to On that note CT members never take initiative, it's constantly the same things I would like to see more people applying themselves than just defending something they've no right to defend

naele cries tears of joy