Callum

As probably one of the oldest snelves still playing I have to say its about time honestly. Put the nail in the coffin. I can see why a lot of people causing a massive fuss over this but the race was dying and should have been disbanded when buff left. Probably is bias considering it came from joel as everyone knows he is against the snelves but this was a long time coming. There was never anything defining them as something different which sucks because no one can deny that there was opportunity there for an actual thing to come of this Think of this change as a good thing – We are now even more rare among the mass groups of elves. Build on that grow on that and develop from here!

How have you gotten away with Blatant abuse on the World team over multiple months and then got on the Tech team somehow with all that abuse?

Should only be used in events.

Let Fenn die

Varan Atmorice would shake his head after hearing what has been said, the seemingly blind Fenn moving down the streets of Helena muttering for plenty to hear “Idiots better have a better plan then last... they will keep dying if they don’t listen. Doubt they even know the true purpose of the Inferi”

Varan slowly walks on his way down to the lands of the Rex....

Varan the Seer snaps awake after being granted the vision – the ‘Fenn seemingly resting in a hut pants out, sweat dripping from his brow he instantly shoots up and wraps his blindfold around his head. Grabbing a staff he quickly makes his way off towards the location of some old friends...

Varan Atmorice sees the notice, giving a few nods in approval before wandering about the beautiful town

SHUT UP KELDRITH STOP INSULTING THE MIGHTY EGIRL ARMY OF THE CT THEY WILL DESTROY U. I HATE U

I could list the reasons why but... I’d probably get banned

Lol pick a good game

((So.... blood magic aha?

Can you make a copy PLEASE

honestly not a bad video

Varan the ‘Fenn hopes he can attend...

The Atmorice dwells within the decrepit halls of his prison. The walls that he had chosen; Those that had peered onto him in reckless abandon yet he saw nothing. He chose to see nothing, to forever be blind onto Truth. His cause was divine and righteous. No will greater than his own. He was chosen for greater things, not those who sought truth. Varan was reborn; Shaped in the image of Vaseek, perfection made manifest. In his waking second, he sought only truth. His truth. With his eyes, secrecy taught with each passing lesson. To know more; He forever craved. Chained in the sight that he had before, until it was taken. Gone. His room was cluttered, empty and ridden in dismay. No preparation made, the man was forever blind to the quarrels about him. The bloodied holes that bore into his scalp, the blue cloth wrapped around his torn and weathered visage. No truth but his own. No GOD but his own. Nothing except for their own; Outlast everything until only his eyes finally opened. He’d stumble upon the floor, an unceremonious action cradling his once-proud form; The jagged teeth dancing upon his own. Form shivering in guilt, the mentality of betrayal upon him. A life was forever ruined due to his ambition, yet he cared not. The advancement of his own path, the benefit of his sight. He lived as his eyes. A brief prayer was offered, his mind soon opened up; The euphoria of the unknown granted to the ‘Fenn. Finally, he could see the truth. His truth. Varan’s sight is soon granted birth, one peering to view of a truth; One that he was previously blind to. A euporhia of emotion, a vision that he had not seen before. Purple hues contrasted with long ribbons of the finest silk, long and jagged stones. Forlorn and broken danced about the aimless air. A bewitching light, one arisen of pure wanting. The ethereal sight before him, made in pure sight. It was unreal, fantastical. Impossible images of the new, old and present. Confusing shreds of colours arisen and curling upon him in pure ecstasy. The ‘Fenn’s lips melted onto one another, no sound nor noises heard from him. Alas it began to melt, to mould. The ethereal sight soon becomes real, far beyond the false fallacy of before. It was unimagaine, no words granted to describe what lay before yet the Seer stood in place. Perhaps kneeling, he did not know. The dreaded visage, the torn features and the monster that stood. It captivated him, drew him onto obsession. In the dreaded hands existed an item; A ring, yet haunting whispers clanged upon it. A signet ring, the curling serpent upon it before it’d devour itself. An Ouroboros. He held out to it, grasping it in reverence. It was cold, venomous and wrong. The viewscapes soon melt, the ethereal sight turned onto black once more. Nothing existed for the ‘Fenn, not the people or the company that left him. Merely the dark clutters of before, existing forever. (OOC: This is a post to show that the Ritual of Bestowment from Seer lore has been completed)

Free my man

IGN : Gored RP NAME : Dodgy Baldy Skills you can bring to the table : 😉

Ivorey more like.... Dummy

Varan would receive the letter alongside his sister Alenia. After being read what the contents said he would turn to her a brow raising. ”I think its time we return... What do you say?” The ‘Fenn questions, his arms folding over his chest – him falling into deep thought

GAMER DOWN

I’m gonna blow you up one day buddy...

Varan would chuckle through his glass of celebratory wine. Raising it to no one in particular as he cheers