TheDragonsRoost

((I do not mind this critique. I just made that when I was incredibly tired.))

Hello! I'm Kevin (otherwise known as TheDragonsRoost) and I read your post, seeing a lot about your roleplay experience here. I hope to talk to you on Discord and be friends with you! I mainly roleplay as Karren Myrsta (High Elf), Kayen (High Elf),and Sorelis Daevear (Dark Elf) on my main acc.

Born of Death, Shaken by Tragedy, Forged by Phoenix Fire, Time had begun. Karren had woken up from his two year slumber and in his disarray, he had found his leather book that he had created long ago to research the magic of Balance and with it, he began to crack down on the mathematical barriers to the Energy Source. While he did so, he had moved out of his house in the High Elf District and moved into the main district of the Dominion of Malin, though Karren had wondered about what that man said about missing Time. Thus began more and more research with very little sleep and eating...

Waking in a strange Realm is always shocking, but to Karren Mrysta, he was met with the complex thing in the world. He woke in a strange field of wheat on an endless plain, stretching from horizon to horizon where Time had little meaning. He was dressed in garb that seemed to be completely white as if it represented his purity of the soul and he felt like these plains had meant a lot to him as if the field of wheat meant the potential he had as a person instead of just a High Elf. With this, he did not understand what has happening until he began to notice someone else in the field of wheat with him. A man walks up to Karren, seemingly around the same age as Karren, wearing robes of a vibrant astral blue color with a golden trim in his cloak. He also has a black tunic with black pants and he also wears hard leather boots, however it seemed to Karren that this man looked like a High Elf, though not really. Karren wasn't sure who this stranger was, but he did have a familiar feel to him as if somewhere in Karren's mind, he knew him. Perhaps he had read about him from someplace? "Hello, Karren Myrsta," the stranger said to Karren. "Welcome to the Far Glade." Karren was speechless, but he would remain speechless for a time as the dream would seemingly take a long time before it would allow him to speak. What seemed like a half-hour of silence, Karren found his voice and spoke up. "Why am I here?" "Because there are mysteries that need solving, Karren. The Primal Schools of magic aren't to be tested, but however, in my Realm, I can tell you the only thing that your missing." the stranger told Karren. "You're missing Time." With that, Karren suddenly woken up and the world took a moment to snap into view as he felt like he slept so hard that he slept for two years...

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Time. It is the endlessly complex force of all of Creation that cannot ever be killed or destroyed. But somehow, it can be manipulated. Karren Myrsta had met his biggest fan of the club called the "Grand Undying," a mysterious club that centers around Karren Mrysta and his research into Balance Magic, a magic that transcends the magics of Voidal, Deity, and Dark, in the Dominion Square. Somehow, this biggest fan of his seemed to be knowledgeable of his past and what Karren would not realize was that this encounter would trigger a loop in Time where his biggest fan and himself were trapped in. Not even Balance Magic could manipulate this loop, but this had prompted Karren to delve back into his research into Balance Magic and keep trying to obtain this magic, but however that alone has come with dark costs. Once Balance Magic was released into Atlas by Karren Mrysta, he would not realize that researching such a powerful force of magic would place a curse upon his bloodline that would last all the way until the End of Time. For every firstborn child of his bloodline, they would slowly become a Balance Elemental and cannot revert back into Descendant form for extended periods of time. The Myrsta Bloodline would be cursed once Balance Magic was released. Starting with Karren Myrsta's own firstborn and the curse would not manifest until the child themselves achieved the highest possible tier in Balance Magic. Balance is Forever. --- "Sir, the boy's timeline has fluctuated!" a strange voice would say out into the depths of the Transcended Realms. A man in black robes and silvery hair with Emerald Green eyes would come walking towards the sound of the voice. He would seem to be extremely powerful, too powerful for the world of Atlas. He'd begin to speak with a neutral tone to the strange voice "How did it fluctuate?" "A strange wood elf spoke to him. It seemed to accelerate his timetable for researching the magic of Balance by at least a few elven weeks." the strange voice would reply. "Should we allow this change?" "Let it stay. If the Prince causes any more damage to Atlas, the boy will need the magic. Especially if it can grant him the ability to forge godslaying weapons." the black-robed man would say and then the scene would fade to black..... ---

Everybody lives. Everybody dies. Stories End. Stories Begin. Karren Myrsta felt the cold and unyielding grasp of the Reaper, living to tell the tale of the Regeneration to those he'd call friends. Feanor, Arwenia, Leolin, Ally moon, and even the Praetor himself were just a few people out of the many who began to hear the tale of the Regeneration and the man who rose from the cold icy grip of Death, wielding knowledge of the powers of the Dark Magics that govern over the dark creatures and users of the magic. He begun to see how death worked to fuel their spells and in many ways, this added to his already accumulating research on the new type of magic he wanted to try and learn. In this magic, the users of the magic are able to understand the balance between all things, living and not. They are able to pull the weaknesses and strengths of the various schools of magic, forging them into powerful spells that can be used to attack multiple enemies or even just one enemy at a time, forge barriers strong enough to keep enemies at bay, and even cast healing spells upon those who the caster deems an ally. Even then, with this magic, dangers come knocking. The question is if Karren can protect the one thing that was given back to him. Can he protect Karren's Ether?

Sadly, this Lord of Creation is my own creation for a book series that isn't even canon to LOTC. I started it before I even joined LOTC lel ?

Some stories have good endings. Some stories have bad endings. Not this story. Picture if you will a lone Druii wandering the forest in a frozen instance of Time. He would wear the formal attire of someone with royal blood coursing through his veins as if his life depended on his body having such royalty in his body. He had died long ago in a bygone age and wandered the forest for eons after his death, but even in this beautiful scene of the morning sun rising and the peaceful atmosphere of the forest, something had felt off. This druid had forgotten his mortal name long ago and nearly all the memories of his mortal life, though it would seem his story had not been over all those years ago. He did not remember his death at all or how he woke up in this strange place all that time ago, but he felt the Song of Nature sing in a soft hum throughout the forest, but in one very specific area the song would slowly dim until it would be completely unheard. "Curious," the druid would speak as he'd walk into a small clearing, hearing the Song start to diminish. "Why would this beautiful place become so silent here?" He would not feel nor hear someone approaching in front of him, though he could see a distortion in the space in front of him. Ripples in the fabric of spacetime and the forest would go silent as the ripples began to expand to reveal a dark Oblivion behind a mystical tunnel that seemed to be ethereal in nature. In this tunnel, a lone man would walk towards the druid. This man seemed to control the tunnel and the tunnel itself seemed to even respond to his commands. The druid was completely taken off-guard of the stranger who seemed to govern the magical tunnel into the forest and was taking a few steps back as if he feared the being. "In the name of the Aspects..." the druid would say as he'd notice the man walking towards him from the tunnel, sounding scared of the man in front of him. "What in the name of the Aspects are you..?" A strange disembodied voice would meet his question with a soft feminine whisper, almost as if the Aspect of Life herself was replying to the druid. "That is the Lord of Creation, a man so powerful that he could slaughter divine beings with his magic and stop wars with his knowledge in swordsplay and experience in the bow and arrow. He is coming for you....." This would make the druid very scared and run for his life in the forest, but little did he know that the Lord of Creation was here for something else entirely. Something that meant he would be changing the course of History forever. He was there to teach the druid Balance Magic, but even with that kind of magic, he knew that the druid would need to spread it as well. The Lord of Creation knew the druid's name. His name was King Abelas of the Dominion of Malin and he wanted to make sure that Abelas knew what had been done in his time inside of the Eternal Forest. However, Abelas did not know the Lord of Creation's name and he would never know while he had resided within the Eternal Forest... OOC: This is meant to be a short story based upon the character that @Will (TauFirewarrior)roleplayed, known as King Abelas. In NO WAY is this meant to be disrespectful or harmful towards the character as I thoroughly enjoyed his character and as such, this story is meant to be NON-CANON. In this story, the "Lord of Creation" character is based off of my character of the same origin from my upcoming Lord of Creation book series and the setting of the story is set 400-500 years after the PK event (IC-time). Note for Will: Loved roleplaying with you as you played as Abelas. Hope to enjoy your child char in roleplay! -Kev

"The boy. How has he progressed?" A strange figure would say. Strange sounds are heard throughout the cavern as if it was ethereal in origin, almost as if it was trapped between instances of time. This strange figure would seem to be extremely powerful, equal to that of a semi-divine as if the figure had ascended to their current position through Regeneration and acquiring the powers they have, though it seems that the rules of the world bind this figure to this ethereal plane, unable to ever interact with the mortal world. "He has been brought back to life, sire. Through the use of a Totem of Undying." A lingering voice would say from deep within the cavern, rough and masculine. "The boy still has no idea of his destiny and how he shall hold the power to unite two warring worlds. He should still be unable to realize this destiny for the time being." "Then he shall remain ignorant until such a time when Fate intervenes," the strange figure replied to the voice in the cavern, sighing a bit. "So, when will he begin his research on the magic?" "His research has already begun, sire. He has started making headway in such things and gathering the information he believes that shall help him learn of the magic." the voice replied. "He will still need to find his own way to knowing the magic." "That is left to the natural course of Time. For the time being, he shall enjoy this time he has because he is starting a new chapter in his life soon enough." the strange figure would say to the voice. "With the events that is to come, he will need to be prepared. There are dark days coming for the boy, even with the Prince spawned in Atlas." "Of course, sire. I shall update you further once the boy stops grieving for the fallen King of the Elvenesse." the lingering voice would say to the strange figure, sounding neutral in the matter. "A pity the King fell to a dwarf whose own power was corrupted and corroding to the Natural Timeline. The powers of messing with the natural balance of Life and Death can do that to anyone who wields its power, regardless of what magic or weapon the person wields..." the strange figure would say as the scene began to fade.... ((OOC Sidenote: These little Transitions between the chapters are meant to be told in this form in a way of personifying the OOC perspective between a mysterious figure and a mysterious voice that will hold no influence on the Realm of Atlas. It's a new concept of creative writing I'm working on to help with the personal story of Karren Myrsta and maybe even all of my characters on Lord of the Craft. I hope you guys enjoy the reading and perhaps I will make more Transitions and add more indepth storytelling...))

((The following takes place a few elven days after the events of "Breaking the Stasis")) Karren had never felt the rush of life being poured into his body before his regeneration with the Totem of Undying. He felt stronger, faster, and better than before, almost as if his whole life had been one of suffocation and pure denial of what he had been birthed to do. Ever since he had regenerated, he had lost his impure interests in the animal humanoid species and gained a more drastic taste for those of Elven descent, both male and female. He also felt his soul, mind, and body become ascended into something much more stronger and more powerful than a High Elf, though that would remain a mystery for a long time. Even without magic, he felt a strange energy surge through his body. This kind of magic would feel like a rush to Karren, like wildfire surging through his veins. Though Karren and all of Atlas would not be able to see or understand such power for a longer time. He began to use this newfound power and newfound life to gain more and more physical strength as well as become more and more agile, sometimes even practicing with his sword and crossbow on the new world of possibilities open to Karren with this newfound energy. Over the course of the elven days and the days following the Regeneration Event, Karren would exhaust himself every day practicing and perfecting his newfound combatant skills like the Event had given him what he lacked the most. The ability to survive. These signs of exhaustion would be him looking like hell as if he walked through the brimstone and fire of Hell itself, seeing the horrors of Iblees himself through his deathly cold gaze and survived to tell the tale. It is as if the Totem granted him what he missed the most, forcing the Regeneration and thus healing him back to life, but even with this Regeneration, it came with its costs. The Regeneration left him with a mark on his psyche that which set off would turn him from a person who is kind to a man who is brutal and murderous, ruthless as the LotC equal of Jack The Ripper. He would be also unable to forget what he had nearly done to himself and that would change him drastically. However, this Regeneration would also grant him more ammunition against mantel magic as well, giving him a more enhanced barrier, though it can still be easy to get through, in the form of a mental game that no mental mage would ever expect. A Game of Infinite Possibilities. A game of Time. For the time being, no one would expect that Karren Myrsta had changed so drastically and in so little time. However, if you were good enough at observation and could read the signs, you could be able to divine that Karren had not returned from near-death alone. He came back with something that in some way could change the course of History forever. Could it be magic? Could it be foreknowledge? Could it be a weapon? Could it be another personality? Or could it be something completely mysterious? Anyway, Karren would continue to serve in the Virarim and ascend the chain of command in his own time, regardless of the secrets of those who wish to see the Dominion fall that reside within his mind. His loyalties will be tested. His mind will be challenged. His will to survive will be forged. The Pure Regeneration has begun.

**(To apply, copy and paste-this format into a 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: 18 Preferred Pronoun(s): He/Him Activity Level: High Main Character or Secondary Character?: New Main char RP Sample As Applying Persona: "A guild all about keeping the natural balance, huh?" Kayen would say to the cameo cloaked ranger. He'd sigh a little bit as he sat in the Haelun'or library and would mutter "Count me in." IC Information Character’s Full Name: Kayen Current and/or Former Titles Held: N/A Race: Elf Sex & Gender: Male Sub-Race: High Elf Birth Year: 1553 Birthplace: Haelun'or Notable Connections Within a Nation or Other Organization: None. Desired Rank: Ranger-Scholar Training Known: Swordsman, Archery, Reading/Writing, Acrobatics Training Desired/Needed: Magical Knowledge, Advanced swordsman skills, Medicine, Alchemy Character's For Wishing to Join the RotW: "Balance of the natural world is always in constant flux. I do not mind the ideals of the Silver City of Progression and health, but I find that keeping the natural world as balanced as possible is of great importance as well." "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, Kayen, Do agree to the by-laws of the guild and do agree to relinqunish my former station if it conflicts with ranger tenets. I also do swear to uphold the balance and peace of the natural world.

Straight up hard pass. Gnomes are a bit too close to Halflings and dwarves and from what I've read from the comments, we really do not need more playable races as-is. Sorry but nope. Goes out to buy himself some Kool-Aid and some headache meds

**(To apply, copy and paste-this format into a 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: 18 Preferred Pronoun(s): He/Him/His Activity Level: High. Main Character or Secondary Character?: Main. RP Sample As Applying Persona: "So then, you must be one of the Balance Rangers, correct?" Karren would say to the stranger with the camo cloak. He would then sigh and with his left hand would take off his right glove to reveal a tattoo of a Scale symbol, which seem to represent Balance. "You and your guild seem to be right up my alley." IC Information Character’s Full Name: Karren Myrsta Current and/or Former Titles Held: N/A Race: Elf Sex & Gender: Male Sub-Race: Mali'thill (Pure High Elf) Birth Year: 1642 Birthplace: Haelun'or Notable Connections Within a Nation or Other Organization: Virarim Recruit within the Dominion of Malin. Desired Rank: Ranger-Scribe Training Known: Archery, Battle Medicine, Reading/Writing, Exploration, Melee Combat. Training Desired/Needed: Further training in the Melee Combatant arts, further training in Archery, Alchemy. Character's For Wishing to Join the RotW: My belief in the Balance of the natural world has led me down the pathways of History and the knowledge of the choices we make is maddening. I wish to join the RotW in order to restore the world back onto the destined path for progression and advancements for the world of Atlas and many of the other continents. "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, Karren Myrsta, do hereby agree to abide by the by-laws of the guild of the Rangers of the Wild and preserve the Balance of the natural world. I do also solemnly agree to relinquish my former station as Recruit for the Virarim of the Dominion of Malin if it conflicts with the tenets of the guild.

Sometimes it takes a mind to understand that everchanging tempest of Time. Other times, they are considered mad and insane. That is what Karren felt like as he continued to delve into the darkest recesses of his own mind and soul. The single moment where his own life had taken a darkened turn was lost to his own memory as he had been claimed by Death and revived by the monks of Cloud Temple over and over again to the point where his own soul felt heavy. He wanted so badly to stop the pain of his own soul from weighing him down that he would've resorted for the blissfulness of the Shades to possess him, but he felt some kind of magical barrier blocking him or even preventing him from gaining such magic as if his destiny was not to fall into the powers of Shade or to fall into the powers of Death and mortality, but of a far more deeper future. One meant to change the world of Atlas forever. Karren was not aware of the cold and hardened fury within his own soul, but a man who had stepped into the Darkness had seen such an unbridled and furious emotional tidal wave of dark emotions within the boy's own soul. He approached the boy many days past in the Dominion and there had begun the lies and deceit, showing Karren the powers of his own soul. His own Fractured Soul. Kindness and humbleness hid away his own darkened emotions and unrestricted coils of anger and wrath, but even the man who approached him was slowly and surely twisting the boy's nature from a kind and humble boy into a hardened warrior of the Shadows. A man whose own destiny was to follow orders and prepare to turn his own emotions and sorrow into powers unrestricted and almost deadly to those he saw as enemies. The future looked promising to the boy as he kept up the dream of Balance and those he had met begun to see a much happier boy who had the time on his hands to learn about the world around him. What everyone did not figure out at all was that this boy harbored what would become the fuel for a spell that would grant him the powers of those tortured and suffered. What would be the Bane of the Shades and used in mind-altering illusions and painful secrets too dark for any one man. Karren Myrsta held in his own soul The Shadowed Fury.

Karren Mrysta, after finally letting his soul become pure once more, has no idea that the corruption of the alternate personality has begun to surge through him like wildfire. Blackouts, sudden fits of weakness, exhaustion, and dreams of a man wielding light to defeat a dark godlike entity fill the young High Elf's dream world. He has felt his heart suddenly lurch back in time to before he was mentally fucked up by Arelion and Filanir, hiding his true soul's colors. His impurity has caused him to suddenly leave the Silver City and seek refuge in the Dominion, hoping that the natural magic of the Dominion can save his aching soul before it turns into a soul that is tainted by a force that can purge the ethereal soul's light and replace it with a cold blackness. Oblivion. Memories of the ancient personality have proven to be difficult for the young High Elf, giving him either strength fit for a warrior or the mindset of a person possessed by a shade. Wielding no magical powers of his own, he is unable to stop the onslaught of the darkness, making his soul blink in and out of existence. He prays that no mental mage descends into his mind and upset the already delicate balance between the light and the dark because if they do, they could teeter him into the pit of the dark Oblivion and risk losing him to his far darker emotions that even a Shade could not ever stop. However, in a singular page, Karren writes down the phrase "From Darkness unto Light" almost as if it is a key to locking away the corruption of Oblivion. The Soul's Ether is always the key....

Karren Mrysta, a pure High Elf of Haelun'or, walks along the docks of the Dominion and starts to speak to himself as he looks out to a beautiful sunset. No soft ticking was produced or any noise as he seemed to have lost his pocket watch some time ago. This was one of the rarest moments that made Karren shed the culture of the High Elves and even his own self to be someone he truly felt without restrictions. The mental Chain of Light started to become the Chain of Shadow as it rebound his anger, his fury, and his wrath into a darkened aura once more, keeping it locked away and far from any mental mages that would attempt to break it. As he gazed out to the sunset, he felt his emotions wash away as if he was purifying himself by bathing in the last lights of the sunset. "It is hard for many things to believe that they can do good," He'd say softly, smiling a small bit. "Even if they themselves were only meant to do evil. It is in their nature, I suppose, but I do owe a great thanks to Ravena and her little trick. Even if given enough time, I'd have a beautiful moment to myself and with its last light, I'd wash away my stress and my grief." He would then take in the warmth of the sunset, which to him, felt all the more refreshing for him mentally. It felt far more relaxing than bathing in the river or even meditating to the sounds of nature to imagine a perfect balance and attempt to understand time. It was this that sent Karren a happy smile as he finally felt like his mind was his own once more. "I cast you away, Kayen. You helped me so long ago that I believe it is time for me to grow up. To let nature take its course with me. I hope the afterlife is as kind to you as I was all this time," He'd say as he let go of his alternate personality, letting his mind fully reforge into his natural state as if it had no other personality inside of it. This had made Karren happy once more and he said softly to the dying embers of the sunset with one last thing before he walked off back into the main square. "Thank you Ravena. I forgive you."

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