TheDragonsRoost

How does it feel? Dreycon asked himself that question as he went home towards Sutica. It wasn’t much of a question, but when he set those crops on fire, something felt off about him. This feeling seemed to persist as the walk back to Sutica continued through the forests and the beautiful landscape. He was a firm believer in fate and the balance of the world, but after the encounter with the sprite and the whole arson, nothing felt familiar. It was almost like he had done something to himself that had yet to be revealed. How does it feel? It lingered in his mind. The only question he was unsure of on how to answer properly. His feelings were complicated at the beginning when he lost his family to elven warriors, making him an orphan. He guessed that it felt good? How does it feel? It didn’t go away. It was maddening to ask himself the same question in his mind over and over again, almost like a broken record. He sought out the forces of September as a way to figure out what was wrong with him and see if they had healers that could heal him, but all he found was a maddening feeling that consumed his mind. How does it feel? He prayed to GOD in the hopes that he’d find redemption, but his prayers were left unanswered. That question still left a mark in his mind that seemed to never go, searing itself into his very core. How does it feel? Dreycon smiled with a dark grin. It felt nice to get it out of its cage. The pent-up rage and fury that had been building over his life finally turned into a bonfire that had plenty of fuel to burn. The flame was a cold one, but his cold embers would wear away his sanity and turn him into a clear psychopath. He felt like some of his constraints had been shaken off of him, the ones that made him weak and insufferable. It would grant him power, but not the magical kind. Power, the type he had his eye on, was physical alone. He didn’t wish to give away control to anything but himself. The dream he had the night before last finally started to make sense. It was a dream of fire that burned cold, but it would consume the world. Dreycon dreamed of a world without nature or descendants, but a world ravaged by the flames of war. How does it feel to finally let me free, Dreycon? To finally let your inner demon burn through your mind and fill your veins with fire and fury?

Thank you! I’m hoping to make the Oblivion Magic submission when I can, but right now, it’s a WIP and will need a lot of revising and such. I hope to make it good for all ?

Sometimes you don’t want to believe it. That magic exists and that it is dangerous for all people. With this kind of magic, it couldn’t be any more true. Beasts made from the corpses of those who are long since dead and Oblivion Energy exist, but there are those who fight these beasts to save the world. I don’t know where or how this magic first began, but its power is astronomical at the very least. It allows for self-regeneration and the murder of the caster’s very soul, unable to be revived by any magic that needs a soul. This magic turns the casters into pure psychopaths, even sociopathic in some cases, but strangely enough, not me. I’m the only exception to the rules and even I do not know why that I am. Maybe it’s because I was once human? Or maybe because I died and was brought back with it? Regardless, this magic is dangerous to all people. Across the Multiverse, Oblivion Magic has spread and destroyed many lives in the process. Now, it has its sights on a strange world in the farthest corner of the Multiverse. This world has no technological progression outside of the Middle Ages and relies heavily on magic. Strange versions of Necromancy, Pyromancy, Thergist, and quite a few other schools exist on this world, but none that I recognize. Schools of three types exist in this world: -Voidal: Magic that draws energy from a separate plane of reality and leaves the caster physically weakened once a spell is casted. -Deity: Magic that is either given freely or blessed upon the followers of specific deities, given dominion over certain parts of Creation. It just seems to leave the caster exhausted from what I’ve read. -Dark: Magic that replies upon the soul of caster and is a force to be reckoned with. Not too hard to face against these creatures, but they better pray that Oblivion Magic doesn’t spread here... I hope that someone reads this because if you do, prepare your blades and magical weapons. Oblivion Magic is a hard magical force that cannot be stopped completely and all it wants is the complete destruction of all life in the Multiverse. Barely anything can slow it down, so I hope you are all ready to fight this force head-on. As far as I’m aware, only one thing stands in the way of your world being taken over by Oblivion: Me. I’m the third Lord of Creation. A GodSlayer and the second most powerful being in all of Creation. But even I don’t have infinite power. It’s coming, residents of Atlas.... and it’s hungry. -(+)=(+)- DISCLAIMER: This story is NOT CANON to LotC universe at all. Just a fun story to read.

In this Alternate Timeline, Chronomancy exists. Dunno why, but it does. Maybe because it is a completely different timeline than our own?

Actually, the Lord of Creation character isn’t going to come to LotC and its an open event therefore no protagonists. I’m not involving overpowered characters in this universe as I don’t want that for this server. The lore for this universe is complicated at the very least without the OP characters. The whole premise of this backstory is to give an exciting perspective of how the tear came to be and to prevent normal characters from entering this alternate timeline. I certainly don’t want people able to shift into it and “accidentally” pop into a god-war scenario. Besides, the only characters that cross from that alternate timeline are normal wizard characters (Voidal primarily) and any innocent people caught in the crossfire of this war-torn world. Besides, anything’s possible with magic xD right? Might as well as mess with Alternate Timeline storylines ?

The bell began to toll loudly across the small town of Dalrak. It was a church bell that rang loudly, however, but it did not ring out in joyous ding-dong as it normally did. It rang out in solemn tones as if someone had just passed away, attracting the townspeople to the church and gathering all to the funeral procession. It was a special kind of funeral where a magician of great renown had passed away, his body now spilling all of its powerful magic into the church. The funeral of this great wizard was one of many that were all lined up to be set throughout the day, though the funeral processors cleared the whole two hours for this wizard out of sheer respect for him. He fought in the war that was being fought all over the world, one of the last great generals of the gods that ruled over this fragile world, and his army was beginning to lose with his passing. No one knew how he died, save for one being who coincidentally attended his funeral. The name of this wizard would have been etched into the history books of the multiverse forever, but there was a sinister plan in motion to kill all who attended this great wizard-general’s funeral. No magic in the multiverse could protect these innocent funeralgoers, save for one. The one magic that this war began over. Oblivion Magic. The magic of Creation and Destruction on a massive scale. In the whole room where the funeral was taking place, there was only two wizards that could do such magic. One of them laid in a coffin, dead, and the other was very much alive. This other wizard had been alive for countless millennia, but he looked so much younger than that. He couldn’t have been much older than nineteen years old, but he had been fighting in the same war as the wizard-general though for much longer. The wizard knew of the sinister plot ahead of time, but how he knew was not easily known to the people inside of the church. They did not know what forces he commanded or just how powerful he truly was, but he and the wizard-general both knew just how dangerously powerful he was. This powerful wizard had told the wizard-general what he was capable of doing as the war raged on. Even saved his life on multiple occasions, this wizard did. But he did not predict that the wizard-general was not a proper vessel for Oblivion Magic. That would prove to be this great general’s downfall as the forces that governed this magical school tore through his soul like a massive tsunami hitting the coast of a very small island. Though this wizard was capable enough to slay any creature he came across, he knew that he could not outright attack them. There were rules he certainly had to follow. Rules that if broken or violated would spell the downfall of many more people than this war had taken. There were explosions outside and they were getting ever-so-closer to the church where the funeral had began. The wizard had retrieved a small pocket watch and opened it, checking the time. He’d mutter something unintelligible as he closed the pocket watch, placing it back inside of his pocket. This was mere moments before the room had exploded into wooden fragments, killing some of the funeralgoers. The war had reached the funeral and this event was known to pass to a certain wizard. He pulled out his wand amidst the smoke cloud of the explosion, igniting it with a small purple glow. The magic used in the explosion, he recognized, was pyromancy. Specifically, it was a fire spell of firebomb, but it was an attack nonetheless. The wizard muttered something in a strange and ancient language and a spell was cast nearly seconds later. The spell had been a teleportation spell for the rest of the survivors, save for the caster himself. He did not flee, but this was when he began to change quite rapidly. To those who were innocent, he made himself look human completely and flawlessly. He loved that form, but he knew that he had to discard it for now. The smoke began to clear and those who instigated the attack were horrified at the sight of the man. To them, they saw what he reconstructed himself to be. They saw his true form, a man who had skin of the astral plane and eyes that glew emerald green. He looked powerful and he was powerful. Powerful enough to destroy the whole multiverse if he so wanted. They saw what the third Lord of Creation looked like and the fear they felt was astronomical. The attackers had no idea that they faced real certain death at the hands of the second most powerful wizard in all of Creation and it had certainly terrified them to the core. Men, women, and children alike in the attacking party didn’t even notice it, but their bodies began to drop to the ground. There was nothing to do when you face the third Lord of Creation in all history and when he starts dropping bodies en masse. Not one of the attackers survived, physically and spiritually. The third Lord of Creation had slaughtered them all and destroyed their souls in the process as he was full of rage that burned through the Oblivion Realm and fanned with the foreknowledge of the attack. He was a time traveler and he knew that this war was going to make noise around the multiverse. He just didn’t know how it would, but he had to figure out how to stop the war from spreading to other worlds. It was his job throughout the war and it was still his job now. For gods shall fall when he is enraged. ((The Shifting Tear event is a continuation of this story, though it does not involve the Lord of Creation. If you wish to help act this out, PM me over discord. Thanks, -TheDragonsRoost))

I’m completely new to Dryad lore so please understand that I’m genuinely curious about this race. Wow, I read over that and I’m quite impressed with how well it was written! I honestly think that Dryads are pretty awesome already, but I have a few questions that are on my mind. As a male-oriented roleplayer, would the Dryad transformation affect male characters in any way? How would Dryads even be created in the first place? (like being a druid at one point then transforming into them or is it just something else entirely?) What can Dryads do in the varying biomes? Can Dryads protect soul trees of some druids that they grow fond of or something? I’m honestly hyped to see this new lore revision and I want to see how it works.

I think my MA may have been denied I dunno I may need a LT to look it over first ?

Ya welcome. +1 to you friend

MC Name: TheDragonsRoost Character's Name: Fudgit Character's Age: 1337 Character's Race: Elf What magic will you be learning?: Noob Magic Teacher's MC Name: TheMasterNoob Teacher's RP Name: Cray On Do you have a magic you are dropping due to this app?: Yes -Druidism -Shade -Skygod Magic -Fire Evo -Necromancy (Lich) Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yep Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?: Of course Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied?: Nope ~(+)=(+)~ OOC: This is clearly a joke Magic App and should not be taken seriously. LT does not endorse this and this is meant to be a comedic joke ONLY. Anyways, I hope you got a laugh from this!

A NOTE TO THE LT This deity lore has been self-denied as the content of this entity has character bias towards a PK’d character and results in a protagonist syndrome to occur, however this deity will be later revised and re-submitted alongside with the Oblivion Magic re-submission. I do ask for this thread to be locked to prevent any more editing or commenting so that this lore can be sorted into appropriate channels due to my decision to self-deny the lore presented here. Thank you.

EVENT REQUEST FORMAT Players/Group Requesting: TheDragonsRoost What kind of Event are you looking for?: Low Fantasy, mainly a short event. This event is related to Voidal Shifting and is mostly roleplay. If needed, I can discuss this event with the ET who claims this. Approximately, what time/date you want the Event to take place?: (I’m in Pacific Stand Time, so it’ll be in PST) 11/12/18 at 2:00pm Organizer's Discord: TheDragonsRoost#0516

This will be a definite and I’m thankful for your constructive criticism so I shall take this to heart. Thank you!

Everything burnt to ash in a matter of seconds. The blade was dripping crimson blood as the black robed figure burned brightly with a fire in his eyes. It was slaughter of many rogue elves that had consorted with the humans and the orcs to engage in a war that was never to pass and the fire consumed the bodies of those that fell. He did not want any evidence of what transpired here to exist so that the evidence would be transported back to Okarn’thilln and exile him and his family from the silver city. He began to wipe his blade of the blood that once pumped through the veins of the elves and humans he slaughtered. Ironically, he wouldn’t even partake in the flesh of those he had considered impure so that he could not be tainted before setting the bodies alight. Once the job was done, the figure sat down and watched the place be consumed by the flames that escalated into a bonfire. He sighed as he felt pleased from this sight and began to mutter softly. “My job here is done.” He softly muttered, sheathing his blade. “May their gods look over them and send them to Iblees himself for their deception and betrayal. Now then, I must make my way to Atlas. I have business there to attend to...” OOC: Due to some things that are best not mentioned, I’m making this edit to say that this story is non-canon and is not endorsed by the LT. This story is only meant to be a entertaining piece, nothing more. Thank you.

Yes, we are still active.

**(To apply, copy and paste-this format into a reply on this thread. An example of a filled-out application is below the form)** APPLICATION for RANGERS of the WILD OOC Information Minecraft Username: TheDragonsRoost Discord Username: TheDragonsRoost#0516 Skype Username: (Optional) Nickname Preferred: Kevin Real-Life Age: 19 Preferred Pronoun(s): He/Him Activity Level: Medium Main Character or Secondary Character?: Main RP Sample As Applying Persona: “I heard about you folk. People that are just like my own clan ideals that I’ve tried so desperately to teach to others and yet fail to do. Don’t expect me to always be around as I have plenty of work to do so that my grandson’s name is cleared between his enemies and his allies.” Jarsek says to the Ranger standing in front of him, sounding a little irked. “Though I will try and make my way to your base wherever it may be.” IC Information Character’s Full Name: Jarsek Myrsta Current and/or Former Titles Held: None Race: Elf Sex & Gender: Male Sub-Race: High Elf Birth Year: 1530 Birthplace: Haelun’or Notable Connections Within a Nation or Other Organization: Kadarsi Caliphate, Academic Union. Desired Rank: Ranger-Sentinel Training Known: Swordsmanship, Smithing, (Basic) Alchemy, Carpentry. Training Desired/Needed: Alchemy, diplomacy. Character's For Wishing to Join the RotW: To promote peace and to teach the ideals of my bloodline to the new generation. "By signing this document, you agree to the by-laws above and any the Ranger-Master and Ranger-Captains deem worthy of adding. You agree to relinquish your former station if it conflicts with Ranger tenets, and swear to uphold to balance of peace and nature in our world." I, Jarsek Myrsta, do hereby agree to abide by the by-laws and the tents of the guild. I, by signing my name, also agree to uphold the delicate balance of peace and nature of the world. [!] Jarsek hands the Ranger the document and without delay, promptly leaves the area and heads to the Kadarsi, awaiting the reply of the guild registrar.

~Application~ OOC Username: TheDragonsRoost Discord: TheDragonsRoost#0516 RP Name: Jarsek Myrsta Age: 153 Race: High Elf Place of Residence: Kadarsi Caliphate Department: Keepers of Scientia: Keeper Other Guilds: None

Oh believe me, I’m deciding to take another stance on the disdain/hatred rather than just allowing it to consume my common sense. Not to mention that it is one that I’ve used in the real world often. Addressing the problem with a cool head and approaching it with a balanced mindset.