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A hand lofted to rest across her chest as it tightened, lips pressing into a slow frown. "No-one else should have to die, no not this year of all times" the druids head dipped down, simply finding a place where she was alone to listen.. having little knowledge of who it was that passed on.

“The wilds know no honor and yet I find myself among them walking the dark unlit path that one has not walked before me. Let me light the way for others to follow and I shall devote myself to this lifestyle. Take that how you will. I will return when nature has spoken when the wild gods have challenged me, and when I feel I have proven myself worthy.” The Riptide druid had always been keen on exploration, taking on many journeys to find herself lost within thoughts of one's own mind. She had grown up as an angry child, watching family tear themselves apart, starting fights that were not hers, something about that had been all so wrong. H'r feet hitteth the ground running the moment she hath left high-lone and when she had finally shown her bloodied scared face; she had been hath changed by the course of nature . Noone quite had the chance to see past the guarded pine swirling visage, the roughened ‘ame determined, often lacking a smileth till h'r heart hadst been did melt. She became someone who would not go down without being stricken by a real challenge, and thus she knew where she'd be setting out to hunt… The stature of the ‘ame stood towering tall, her shoulders rolled back as a cloak draped about armored shoulders. Burgundy paint streaked across her battlestriken face, rolling downward into spikes that looked like the fangs of a wildcat. Something about h'r lack of gear spake most wondrous means of adventure, and challenges to each their own… giving the idea that she was near prepared for whatever she was to come across. Not afraid of what may be to come. “I promise I'll be safe,” her gentle tone rang out as arms outstretched to wrap about her lovers, holding them in a tight embrace. Head lowered to rest upon one of their shoulders, “I'll be back soon.” As she turned she didn't dare look behind her to see who had come to watch the departure. Feeling eyes upon her armored back, persistent to keep composure. Her gaze lifted to the arching gates of the vale scanning over the grooves in the wooden structure the appearance of it all too comforting to her, this place becoming so much more than a quaint home. “The blood that boils within my veins and guides me forward is that of the sanguine fire,” she softly rang out.. Roots parted and lifted, revealing the trail ahead before she stepped forward gravel crunching below her. As her journey set off she heaved, chest rising and falling until she had nothing left in her. Aching from the long strained hike, the straggling huntress slowed her movements until she fell into a groove. Stretching to reach her backside, streaking across it as limbs were tugged into a stretch. It was around noon with the sun beating down upon her when she finally settled on the edge of a fallen log, taking a break for the time being. No one knew where she had been going, but she didn't need to tell anyone where anyone who knew her already knew how much of a danger fiend she was. The druidess' personality living up to her totem, the riptide druid as she persisted through rough conditions with endurance, and could be rather violent in means. Less because of how she had been raised and more because of a fear of being left alone. Everyday thoughts raced through her mind in which she had to respond to her own mind ‘im not afraid’ people having turned their backs multiple times over leaving her in a self-conscious state. She wasnt ever trying to be reckless wandering off like that, no.. she was simply broken too many times over. Her feet carried her onward and she traveled for the remainder of the day the continual sound of nature meeting her leithe pointed ears, birds singing from branches swaying above and flowers that had just begun to bud swimming through the grasses as zephyrs blew throughout the maze of trees. By this time tomorrow she knew she'd be off in the mountains, her breath heaving through the thick air of. As she settled heightened elevation. Laying upon a pine blanket, her mind shifted imagining the whole world back home sleeping soundly undisturbed by the dangers living around them even if they had been facing problems prior to departure. The image haunted her through the night as she lay, a lovely one gazing at the stars, and the subtle sparkle of stars who gazed back. A softened sigh escaped the druid's lips looking back to the shelter created from sticks and logs, leaned up on an angle to look like a teepee. It had been her shelter the previous night, and though she didn't ever truly sleep she had stopped to rest. Her feet felt tired from walking miles of unsteady terrain, shoulders sagging a bit forward as she began to sling gear over her shoulder. “Right here we go again,” a muted rumble escaped the woman's lips. It had been her 7th day out in the bitter winds and endless climb up mountains, down through the valleys below, something about the cold hard ground was just not comforting… “Out of all the places, course the mountains,” she chuckled to herself as she smothered the firepit burying its ashes, sifting to lay the logs that had been her shelter to the ground, an unusually weary distance was kept as she thought to herself of what was to come as she did such. It didn't take long before the elfess had been off again walking along the slowly blooming ground, coming to a halt as her eyes panned up the mountainside. A rough hand reaching to grapple the steep rocky slope, heaving herself upwards. She had become accustomed to the cold, after all adventure was the cost of a wild cat's freedom. Her weight shifted from edge to edge as small rocks fell below her, clucking with echoed crackles when they hit the ground below. A fall from here down to the jagged terrain below would be deadly. As she reached the peak of the cliff her gaze set out before looking at her journal and starting to map the surroundings. Cool air blew upon her face, and the air seemed thick, hard to truly catch your breath when not used to it. Below her the signs of a tricking river presented themselves and her lips tugged into a bit of a smile, “finally found you.” Between the valley of each mountain the creek slowly dribbled downwards towards a forming pool, one supplied by a natural spring. The stream was cold and small bits of waterfalls fell down over fallen logs and built up sediment. Truly a beautiful sight to gaze upon the clear water. She slid down the side, gravel loosening and eroding away under the newly found weight, her feet carrying her close to the waterside as the druides leaned to begin loosening the leather straps of her boots. The brown material plagued by weeks of dirt and journeying she left them on the softened rock deposit, before she slid her feet into the water, toes sinking into the sand. Her hands stretched out to reach under the dripple of what was a small waterfall, cupping them together and lifting it to her lips. An appreciation for what she found always seemed to linger, she may have been reckless but she knew there was more to living this life than she ever let off. Later that day there she sat on the roots of a willow looming over the water, hands running over a branch she had picked up and a jagged stone dragging down the bark, clearing it; slowly whittling to a point for use. The tool eventually took the appearance of a simple wooden tipped spear. Her wooden feet wading back into the water sinking down as she wandered along the swerving windy stream widening as it trickled deeper down the mountainside before it opened up into a pool of lively fish, and creatures. She wanted to dive into the depths of the water, having missed the cool feeling of the ocean beach, and sand below her back home. To head back and run to the arms of those she cared about most and let them know she was alive and alright. She knew she couldn't and had a task to complete, her lips pressing to a thin line as pine green eyes scanned to the water, watching the ripples and reflection of the sun as she rose the spear up over her head and struck down into the water below with one swift, bear-like movement. Head swiveled as she brought a fish up from the waters on the tip of her spear, the red scales flamboyant against the clear blue of the waters. It squirmed back and forth like a feral beast escaping its imminent demise meeting face to face with civilization. She dug the spear into her shoulder, leaning and swiftly snapping its neck. Her gaze was content as she watched it fall still. The druid lived up to her word of being fond of water, having settled with a ring of rocks and sticks creating a fire that was small.. Only big enough to roast the fish she had now skinned and she sat a great distance from it. The feelings of being a live bonfire lingering in the back of her mind… and because of that she never seemed to get close to the heat less she was cooking or forging. She had been on the road for roughly more than a month living off the lands, a nomad that never loomed in one place too long. If someone had wanted to track her she would be quite the challenge to find the ‘ame she may have been reckless but she was ne’ stupid and knew what to tell and what not to. Her gaze constantly scanned the peaks and cliffs that loomed above having spent her weeks primarily weaving about the maze of valleys between each of the uruguani mountains. She stood pausing each day as a large shadow passed over her gaze with swift and speedy movements. Each day this shadow passed over she became a day closer to locating the den of the beast itself. One that was located high up in the mountains where the air was thin and unbreathable, beastly talons and wings defending his home. She knelt on the carpeted blanket of leaves and pine needles, her gaze scanning and watching from the silence and protection of the canopies splayed above with colors of green and gold -a void of sunlight blockage for all that lingered below- not all too worried about her surroundings, the prey about knowing as well as her this beast not leaving one's chance to escape once it had been spotted. “Dunnae let this take me to the grave, Ti? That is not how I intend to return, from the roots,” she mused quietly cackling like the clicking of a deceptive wildcat. As the beast landed and drew itself within the grounds of a cave hidden well behind foliage and bushes she pulled her cloak close around her - the camoflash allowing her to blend in - albeit it did not prevent worry from creeping through her body as she pressed her hands together offering a prayer to the spirit of a great polar bear. She saw the floor first as she pulled herself up peaking over the bushes covering the entrance, cracked and scathed from massive protruding claws calling out and telling trespassers to leave. Her gaze darting from one side of the chamber to the other, falling upon the settled being as his chest rose and fell, curled up in a peaceful slumber, a pang of guilt running through her “Sorry my friend.” The mutter of those words became the elfess’s mistake as a head rose, a specific head. The sole head of an eagle, followed by a body strong and powerful as a lions. Her gaze scammed over it as aggressive dark rounded eyes met hers, its warnings having become too late to head. There were no openings, no windows, not a single way free except to fight her way out as its body rose to block the path which she came. The idea that this was a den and there was something to be protected inside became clear as another layer of foliage covered a cave that was deeper, more crowded. Zaelyn tried not to stare at the creature as a hand rested upon the satchel she had created and the point of a jagged spear, drawing it fourth as feet spread apart. She gazed down first monstrous shaped claws stuck out in a wild sickening curve that could hook and pierce into one's armor.. No armor was there to protect her even if she had wanted it. She released a puff of air, the two seemingly locked in place before she placed her right foot forward and sprung forward with a blade angled to hit before she could. She flew with speed and precision, her movements well calculated as she swung the blade twords its neck chor dripping before a lion-like paw lifted and claws slapped hard across her chest sending her flying to the back of the cave. They brawled back and forth for what had seemed to be a long drawn while, covered in red blood from the creature as small amounts of sap dripped from cuts and wounds she was gradually receiving. The persistence of a face to face battle she had subjected herself to. A leg swinging as she moved to sift herself over the uncommon beings back and mount atop of it, the beast rearing up and thrashing about with her atop as the tip of her spear found its way through one wing… ripping acrossed and rendering the bird like wings flightless. The druidess tried to prevent it as it began to make its descending flee upwards, The cry of a great eagle ringing out through the clearing, seeming to echo after a few moments as it met the rocky mountianside. A plummet to the ground that not she nor the beast could have prevented, and one would imagine it was the quickest form of solace the creature could have been offered as she slid herself down beside it staying frozen in her own momentary shock. Eyes eventually came to a close as the beast curled into itself, breathing rugged and uneven as a light died out from the hostile look it had given her when they first began this brawl. She had not intended to drag it out so long but the words she had spoken a little too close had become her demise in that. As it did she herself fell back and laid there, heaving as the cuts across her body began to close, leaving her a temporary solution to savor her time on the way back. She zoned there for a long while as if unable to entirely comprehend that she had indeed completed what she came here to do. A moderately tousled and dirtied druidess had made her way home, a makeshift bark based sled dragging behind her as she moved about with the body of the beastly creature following behind. A hunt that would forever live within her mind and stories of gore, and courage. Her cuts for the most part had begun to heal on her way back, but there was no denying their presence upon her surface visible for anyone who witnessed her return. “Home” she rumbled, seeming to wander and take in the same arches she admired, leaving to venture past the forest and into the mountain ranges. Before anyone had the chance to halt or even speak to her she wove throughout the upward slope and made her way to her humbled underground house, halting outside as she leaned herself close to the towering maple tree, gently sliding a hand along the bark. Taking advantage of the moment alone she left the beast laying outside for an elven day retreating to the silence and solitude where no one could quite reach her mind, where she could finally get a day of proper rest. It would be the day after that she finally came out to seek Nenar. “When the time comes to venture we all ask ourselves, Where can the answer to the everlasting darkness plaguing this world be found? The loss and pain we carry, evidently is our own, The tugging of a stream in which we must wade across. I have braved the claws of a beast which is not often seen. I Heard the suffering and cries of a specimen past helping. Something we have not caused, and yet to an extent can't fix. Somehow, someway, I have witnessed the destruction and fall of a past world, the plague of natural disaster which to be believed the aspects brought upon us. A battle in which we did not draw our blades, yet accepted this fall and moved on. Let this new world, if nothing else to us, say that these words I write are true, and should carry your soul forward even as we feel the next end is near. Even as I have grieved, I have grown and changed. Even as we have suffered and been faced with pain of battle, we supported each other, and because of that let us bask in the feeling of having emerged victorious, strong, and making a change which most feel is not plausable. We do not need unity when a nation should not be fighting for land, but instead to protect what they already have not from each other but from the monsters and plagues emerging from the spiritual realms. Knowing that, and only that I say these words so that everyone may hear me, I devote myself to the cause, till my ichor has run dry and I cannot run on these feet any longer, until a final breath leaves my body, to allow myself to fight and grieve for what is right. To the world I say, here I stand, judge me as you will.”

Leilatha nodded upon seeing this officialized, a humm of content escaping the golden haired elfess's lips. Her skygod has PTSD from being apart of a multi hour meeting.

Eyes lingered, those pine eyes rested upon the skies. Stars twinkled like a dance of day and night, forever intertwined as gray clouds rolled across the basin above. There the red haired ‘ame stood watching them depart towering as a sentient guard where she was able, it was there that she stood until they were to return with the task accomplished. The wildcat could not follow, her tousled appearance instead watching over their very home. That was the sanguine way, when one passed on their brothers and sisters stood vigilant in a solem silence until they had passed to the next realm. That feeling washed throughout her as a light flashed within the distant sky towards Ando, night turned to day if not for only a moment, and she knew knew what had been done that day.

[!] ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴍᴀɴɪᴄ ꜰᴀʀꜱᴇᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴅ. ╔═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╗ The Weald was quiet this night - if one could even call it a weald, these days. The ground was caked in ash, mighty arbor rent asunder in fire’s wrath, the woodland critters long since vanished from this forsaken waste. The rain fell like teardrops upon the salted earth, disturbing the layer of soot that had shrouded the once-verdant fields of grass like a blanket of woe and despair. But the silence soon was broken - ashen trunks groaning, roots squirming, the earth quaking beneath one’s feet as something was awoken. A singular leaf, solitary, fell upon the ground… and like a wave, green surged forth from it. Vines and tendrils of vegetation consumed the ash and smoke, like geysers did trees of leviathan scope surge forth from the earth, and the salted earth drank greedily of the rainwater, soon finding itself hale and hearty as it was in elder days before it was cast aside by those who once paid it proper tribute. It would take its toll, in blood, gold, or faith. In the distant volcanoes, lava and smoke poured onto the volcanic rock like sludge, pipes of metal tearing themselves free of the earth as furnaces were molded from the stone. Dead and forlorn arbor was tossed into the flames, rivers of steel forming the foundations of an age that could soon be - an age not of faith and tribute, but an age of steel and fire. Mighty testaments of industry clove through the land and towered high above all, matching the height of the great trees of the Weald. For though it brought ruin upon the land, this city of steel and silver brought with it progress. The old tossed aside, and the new made ironclad in its professed superiority. Deafening roars of groaning metal broke the skies above, sundering cloud and star alike. Beauty was needless. Nature, primitive. Machination, artificery, and the profaning of that which came before was at hand. All in the name of progress, for better or for worse. There would be no balance. Only Steel. A voice like earthen tremor spoke unto they who were woven into the fate of Krug’s kind, beholden to the intangible masters of domains innumerable; “ÂꜱʜÛʀᴢ-ꜱʟᴀɪÛʀᴢ-ᴜʟᴜʙ, ɢᴏʟɴᴀᴜᴋ ʙʀᴏꜱʜᴀɴ ɢʜᴀᴀꜱʜ-ᴋʜᴀɴ ɴᴀᴀɴ, ᴛʜʀᴀᴀᴋ-ʙʜʀᴀꜰ ᴋʀᴀɴᴋʟᴏʙ-ꜱᴀᴀᴋᴀꜰ ʙʀᴏꜱʜᴀɴ ɴÛʀᴢᴜᴍ: ᴛᴀᴜ ᴛʜʀᴀᴋᴜᴍ. ꜰʀÛᴍ ᴀɢʜ ɢʜᴀᴀꜱʜ, ᴜꜰᴜʀ-ʜÛɴ ɴᴀɴᴜʟɢ-ᴜʀᴜᴋɪᴍ ᴜꜱʜᴅÛɴ” ╚═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╝

Liturgy & Rites of the Sanguine Fire “Narnsae ito iyl” Sanguine Callout When members of the sanguine fire are to call upon their brothers in arms during a time of need they can call out these exact words letting them know they are to gather. It is also used as a means to speak about the sanguine fire in terms of what can be considered a prayer. “The heat of passion burns hot in crimson blood. Through this passion, we devote ourselves, Through this devotion, we honor our ancestors, And through this honor, we grow strong. Our passion is the Sanguine Fire that our veins bleed.” Promise of the Flame When a sanguine Fledgling completes their trials under the light of the moon below the red sanguine trees, they are to recite this before the Heralds and other members of the creed before they can officially become a brother or sister as a show of their devotion to the cause. “Through the ichor that burns and boils, and strength in the sanguine fire that our veins bleed, I find my passion leading me forward. In even the darkness of the night I am one with the natural cycle of balance, and will protect it as it comes and goes. O’ great spirits protect me as you will and in turn I will devote myself to the cause. Through this devotion I honor those who have come before me, and find strength in this path.” Rites of the Fledgling Every follower of the creed walks the path of a Fledgling before they are truly granted the blessing of adorning the armory and name as a hunter of the wild flame. He or she has to overcome a series of trials given as a challenge to attest to how they are to face the wrath of the mani and wild gods. Heralds of the sanguine fire overseeing these trials and watching. The Path Less Walked This trial is rather one of the most simplistic of them all, if one does not learn about the creed prior to offering their commitment to the trials they must first learn about the different traditions and points to follow, having the chance to get to know active and past members as well as founders. Trial of the Blade Sanguine weaponry by tradition are made by each warrior to suit their own liking and conditions, the baldes always having kuila infused into the design representing the path ahead that they will soon lite for others. The task is to collect their own kuila and create a unique weapon of any sort which will then follow them along the path. No Way Back To show their devotion while stepping into the lifestyle of this rigorous and dangerous following, the fledgling is offered a hallucogenic to breathe in before their carried through the woods having to make their own way home. Trial of the Warrior The trial of the warrior is one that is a challenge in hand to hand combat with the guide of said follower. They must beat or show a great deal of improvement in this challenge, following along with honesty and never show means of deceit when a challenge is called upon, it is our sacred tradition. A herald can declare this trial to be completed even without the fledgling having one if they feel they have been tested well enough. Trial of Honor The trial of honor is for those in the creed to show humility and respect. To hunt and kill a natural beast for food or material, never sport, must be followed by proper thanks given to the fallen creature for its death and its bounty used to the fullest possible capacity. To always offer proper offering and care when taking from the flora of the wild. They must either plan and go on a hunt of some sort, or heal nature where it is suffering. Heraldry The sanguine flame holds itself and their members to the utmost respect for this skill and teaching method, letting your passion lead you forward while not letting your emotions overwhelm you. Becoming the vindication and protectors of the balance they shape something that no one before them has. Thus when the time comes to choose another a vote is first held among the creed to ensure who is chosen is worthy of the title, and a show of faith is demonstrated. For warriors this show of faith often spar with their teacher or a current Herald, medics a show of their immense skill and knowledge, for archers how many arrows can strike the hearts of their fellow warriors by hitting the targets with ease. Anything along these lines can be accepted so long as all members of the creed deem this worthy during the vote. Ilmyumier Tattoos The markings of the sanguine warriors tend to be some of the most intricate and interesting out their, the top of their neck marked with a design much like the winding roots and branches of a newly grown sapling, representing the birth of a new warrior. Many choose to expand the tattoo along their backsides and arms to map out their experiences, traumas, and what sort of things they believe to be important milesones. Experiences, age, and achievements are often marked into this beautiful tapestry of time. Funeral Rites Death is an acknowledged part of the cycle for most sects of the Druidic Order with the Orriran'taliiyna being no exception to this occasion. While it is a somber moment, with many followers being closely knitted in the pursuit of balance, feeling and knowing of the passing of a brother or sister, it is also a cherished passing. When these brave individuals, druid or not, fall on the creed’s path, they are given an honorable, respected, and grateful funeral in the hopes of ushering their spirits faster into the Eternal Forest. This rite begins with a hunt in which the participants remain silent and utter not a single word and in full, traditional armor until their return to the site of the feast and burial. Once returned with their prey, the feast is held where the fallen are remembered with cheer as well as with sadness until the time comes to burn the body of the fallen warrior. The fire remains lit until the body is burned to nothing but ash in a natural stone basin where the burned remains may be gathered up. Once gathered, the ash will be used to fertilize one of the surrounding Miruel’ame trees that make up the burial forest of the Orriran'taliiyna. This forest, hauntingly beautiful with the fog produced from the Miruel’ame that make up its woods and the bright red leaves that fill the canopy, serves as one of the most sacred sites to the Orriran'taliiyna. Wedding Rites The wedding rites of the sanguine fire often follow closely with the rites of the green priesthood, those following the flame often well versed in their tradition as well. in order to join two together they would need the approval of either their seed chieftain or the closest immediate family. Often for the location of this event choosing somewhere sacred to the Aspects and Mani. Something unique to those of the sanguine fire being that they join in the red forest where all are welcome. Much like traditions of other priesthood, creeds, and elven seeds, those who are joining together must make a gift for their significant other showing both their craftsman skill, and a symbolic way of the two joining together through a journey of hardships and faith. After which when a location has been made out clearly, invitations are sent out, and people have shown the ceremony can begin. Often Heralds of the creed lead the elves to the alter, although on occasion it's also welcomed for chieftains of seeds they come from to do so and present them to the priest. After the ceremony a celebration is had on which the sanguine warriors often celebrate in a show is their skills, adorning their sanguine ink for others to see while doing something that leads their passion forward, sharing a craft, baking, a spar, the ideals for this being rather limitless. The Redwood Forest Sanguine warriors revere the redwood forest with much respect to the Miruel’ame that make up its woods and the bright red leaves that fill the canopy, fog following about the rim so that one could not see into it. The trees serving as one of the most sacred locations for the Orriran'taliiyna, often where the dead are buried, and more somber serious rituals are held.

Ayleth O'Hara the long lingering ghostly figure who had prowled along these plains for many years had not found peace... more unrest settled across this family and she has found who she must haunt next...

I will express this here for what others have expressed to me : what's happening to the current world team applications?

As of right now any animal bigger than a golden retriever isn't used in combat

Thundering waves crashed upon the shore, weathering away at the rocks as they shifted back and forth. A softened white foam floated atop the waves. Within all of it a small body was washed upon the shore, soaked and disoriented from the flow, and a strangled breath left her body. She had been dragged through some of the harshest, and most rugged conditions plunging from a ship during a dark storm old enough to know better but young enough to have a lack of skill when it came to swimming. “Haelun!” a shriek escaped as the small body plunged into the icy water below, head ducking down below the waves. Noone had come for her… The ending of one path is the beginning of another, like the closing of one book before flipping to a page in the next; a story doesn't end, it simply continues. Thus as the elfess landed herself upon the shore of a place known to the wood elves and druii as a peaceful lone standing city, roots wrapped about her body as a druid lifted her to the safety of dry ground.. A place of wonder in which she never quite came to understand or see before that day had come. And yet though these lands were new to her its existence was short lived, waves crashed and churned violently, the ground shook and druids gathered to protect and carry on the legacy of the mother tree. She watched this happen with a lack of understanding before being loaded onto a ship… everyone traveled for many days and nights crammed together on large pirate and nation ships alike. . . and one only could wonder if this is where her parents had been heading- in search of a new land. And yet though these lands were new to her its existence was short lived, waves crashed and churned violently, the ground shook and druids gathered to protect and carry on the legacy of the mother tree. She watched this happen with a lack of understanding before being loaded onto a ship… everyone traveled for many days and nights crammed together on large pirate and nation ships alike. . . and one only could wonder if this is where her parents had been heading- in search of a new land. “What shall we call you sister?” her eyes peaked open from the deep slumber she had been plunged into, looking at the Caracal druid with a bit of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Riptide” she brought herself up on the pride of being a druid with such a totem of both strength and struggle. Showing how she had overcome whatever was thrown her way and that her lifestyle was in fact one of chaos. “Sister Riptide,” she echoed her own words with a nod. A Riptide… that had been her totem, a strong current that flows across another, unpredictable in its wake of movement. When you think of a riptide you think of the dangerous, unpredictable, wild currents near the shore of the ocean. It was fitting for her at the time, but now it seemed almost wrong… she wasn’t such an unpredictable person, but rather she knew what she wanted, and was willing to work towards it. The hardest thing about her was being able to let go. Turning she listened to those chant her totem and the sound of the chorus drowned out her thoughts with the wonder of what would come before her moving forward. That chance seemed to have torn itself away from her just as her family had been because of their actions and choices. Her own future being dragged out not really seeming to traverse as if she were halted in time. The young druidess turned her back to those who had helped her along the way, her shoulders slumped and seeming as if she were left in the darkness alone. Resent plagued her mind and she ran to let the forest overtake her, to learn from the cycle of balance rather than others. Eventually it drove her crazy, being left alone and after putting in a lot of thought she began her descent home, shoulders slumped forward out of tired energy. Her movements became more of a stammer… it wasn’t a surprise to find that the adventure had drained her but at the same time after so much thought she found herself at peace within her own mind. Upon all of her journey she never expected to find herself returning to someone she had turned her back on, and yet she did. That same day she staggered back to the center of the mother grove, her gaze meeting with Miven before offering a bit of an embrace. She was more than willing to defend her family no matter what had gone through her head. With time comes change, Change is a part of the life's cycle, apparent in just about everything. If you don’t like something, change it, and if you can't change it.. well change the way you yourself view that thing. One would find because of this Zaelyns ideal for reality had turned false on itself. A vision isn't always something you comprehend so easily, maybe it’s trying to tell you something but almost never in simple words, never in a way you can think of and realize without thought being put to it. For that same reason you’re endlessly looped through it until you see something you didn't notice at first. For Zaelyn, it was the fear of letting go of that final breath, keeping her from moving onward. It took her a while to figure out what it was telling her, but this she knew for sure. Getting dragged into that vision one final time she closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the water and the tides that ripped and turned around her. She didn’t offer any struggle or objection, ‘Let go’ she thought to herself as she let the water fill her lungs, everything around her being consumed with a dark void of black. Her mind was blank, nothing to see or hear. . . ‘How did I end up here? Why did I end up here’ ‘It will all become clear oem'ii, just give it time’ Before long the subtle glow of a light seemed to spark in the distance filling the void, becoming brighter with each moment until it was nothing but blinding forcing her to close her eyes. When they were to open again she saw the night sky before her, littered with stars of all sorts, and she remained there until finding herself waking up again under the same tree she fell asleep beneath. Her totem had become something else, shifted just as the tide had done. ‘Sister Starlight’ The new totem had been fitting when her life began to settle, for once she had a home and a goal to work towards, one that allowed her to finally get a chance to know not only those around her but the person she wanted to be. However, as one does, that did not last long for her… Pirates found their way to the vale with bombs and fire, taking the city with unexpected force while they were trying to have a rather peaceful tavern night. The city began to crumble and fall as they armored up and stampeded down to the shores of the city to face the foes who had dared themselves upon the druids. Blades met Spears, and trees began to grumble and creak as the ground below was loosened and started to erode away. Many were crushed and injured, and evidently leading to the elves retreating from their own city. It didn't come without consequence, the starlight druidess herself taking a spear to her chest.. One that exploded in her chestpiece and allowed shrapnel into her lungs. She lay there hanging on to what would have been her inevitable end as she began to hack up blood. How horrible it must have been drowning from the inside out.. Though she had not met her end that night her world had been turned upside down, something about her completely changed whether it had been for the better or for the worse. Some may say the stars above had been calm before the evident return of the storm… as she found herself standing below one of the sanguine trees resting near the shoreline. It was as if the druid had returned to where she truly belonged the entire time. “I am the Riptide”

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[!] The starlight clad druidess stood within the walls of the Vale as her dedicant headed out, her ears flicked back as she bowed her head muttering a silent prayer for the safety of the other elfess. There she sat below her tree for the time in which she had been gone, awaiting the evident return.

NO :<< friends not pets

Ethuil Summary The Ethuil are agile fox-deer hybrid-like creatures known for their cunning intelligence and agility in the forests of Almaris. These forest dwelling creatures have inhabited the land of the titans for hundreds of years, their nocturnal habits making them stay hidden to the eyes of the public for the longest time. Sneaky and unseen they do not like the idea of interacting with Valhalla, perhaps having a rather developed mind of their own. These creatures are adapted diversely to many conditions, though prefer to stick to a variety of rustic wooded conditions because of the shelter of trees, and mountainous burrows offered. Characteristics: They are known for their sleek and guarded fox-like pelts with a variety of colors resembling different vulpine species. Upon their backs and tail they are spotted with lighter patches of fur resembling similarities to a young white-tail deer. Specific to the males upon their heads they have beautiful shaped antlers that branch out in many directions. The females have small antlers that point out on an angle, only growing till they reach about three inches in length. If one were to take a closer look they almost had a woodland like appearance, akin to the bark on the wood of an oak tree. These bestiary creatures perhaps emerged from something much deeper than the world present, as flowers and vines grow about from their antlers changing based on the seasons of the year. Flowers blooming and emerging during the spring, bright colorful leaves in the summer, and an array of autumnal bits slowly shedding and falling when the fall season came around. Their antlers remained rather barren through the winter until the cycle began again and they were to bud. They seemed to sprout with heavy concentration of Druidic Energy, perhaps the species having originated from the Fae realm having become lost and adapted to said mortal plane much like their floral sprite counterparts during the dawning of a full moon. The legs of the Ethuil tend to be longer than that of a fox, their standing height up to their shoulders being about 50 cm on average. The base of their legs resemble the keratin hooves of a deer in shape though are instead split into four sharp toes. The long legs allowed them to jump and pounce about, while the sharper claw like toes following their adaptive tendencies to the terrain around. Temperament: The creature is not commonly found within civilization as partners due to their finicky personality, however through more recent events in the vale of Nevaehlen druids have found and began to communicate with these beautiful creatures. They would rather flee than befriend someone else tending to be a species that quite enjoys solitude. The only known reports of descendants being attacked by these creatures are defending a nearby burrow in which people reported witnessing strange antlered creatures rather than any real documentation of what they were. The Ethuil is able to be tame and friendly towards people, however their likeness towards another is likely to be because they were raised by descendants, or because of an association with positive likings. Just like any other creature when being raised up they can be trained and develop both negative and positive habits. Dietary Habits: The Vespidae species is known to be herbivores with a diet that consists of wild fruits, and nuts that can be found within the forests and cities such as berries. They occasionally will eat the buds of flowers off of low bushes and trees in the spring and summer seasons. Just like plant growth they need the nutrients of the plant life, water, and sunlight to grow and prosper. Perhaps allowing the antlers of the creature to go through a photosynthesis-like process. Something observed from their habits is that they begin to store foods during the autumn and winter seaons, and create burrows deep within the ground producing warmth and a source of energy even throughout the cold seasons. Housing Habits: The housing habits of these creatures commonly include ones similar to the vulpine family, burrowing down partially into the ground with a bed lined with leaves, mosses, feathers, and other comfortable factors. They sleep in these burrows during the day and commonly emerge in late afternoon as the sun goes down and night hours, returning back to the den shortly after the sun begins to rise. They will specifically create their dens that usually provide some sort of predatory advantage for example finding areas at the edge of a rigid point. This keeps them safer. They can commonly be found in any of the habitats listed below. Life Cycle: The life cycle of an Ethuil never quite ends on its own, living in a strange cycle of regrowth as if a plant that withered away leaving a seed planted in the soil to regrow. About every 100-150 years this cycle happens in which the Ethuil will begin to shed the plant life on its antlers, and the bark-like surface would begin to crack and wither. Eventually passing as a newborn emerges from the withering of the past creature. The new borns are referred to as Fawns, their bodies fragile and small having to go through the process of growing and prospering. Gradually the antlers grow in, their pelts becoming thicker, and once again living in their new young life. However, should the creature be killed, or pass away to other causes this cycle would not take place, and its soul returned to the realm in which it originated, a lifeless corpse of its body having been left behind. Aswell as the process in which they are reborn can only repeat roughly three times before having fully passed, unable to continue. Cleaning Habits: Much like many mammals they will clean themselves, tending to constantly groom their own pelts keeping themselves very tidy and scent based. They groom themselves by licking their own pelts. When they bed for the day they will clean themselves for hours on end before slumbering. Besides their own pelts they are generalized clean creatures, and will keep their dens and burrows very organized and tidy, nothing ever seems out of place around their homes. Besides perhaps a curious clutter of objects collected through their lifetime. Weaknesses The creatures, much like mundane plant life, are vulnerable to flames and fire, tending to avoiding close contact with it at almost all costs. Ethuil are vulnerable to any blight that would otherwise affect nature, slowly withering and passing from the effects should it take place within their own form, only druids with the ability to blight heal can then save them from passing on. During the time in which their life cycle is being reborn and they are still smaller in form they are extremely vulnerable to the elements around them, as well as to descendant races easily able to be found and killed without slipping away. Communion Much like plant life, animals, and other creatures of the Fae they possess the ability to be communied with and actively express thoughts and feelings of sadness, happiness, pain, ect.. Perhaps one finds these creatures to be more intelligent than one may think. - The creatures can find themselves speaking with single mundane and simple words through communion though never full sentences. - Their communication range is passively 15 blocks Trivia: Ethuil Are known to be very cunning and smart creatures, and have a habit of being tricksters. They will bark, scream, and howl much like wild red foxes do. [https://youtu.be/iPFTEuT3d4I] Affection can be expressed through a series of yips and barks. These beasts are known to hoard objects and when living with others they will often cause clusters in their homes. The flora in which grows on the antlers of the Ethuil can range in variety and unique to each one, no one creature ever having something quite the same. Redlines: An Ethuil cannot be used to metagame location or anything similar, nor to powergame hiding or stealth. They follow all general server redlines, and rules for companions. They are not willing to fight other beings for you on command. They Are able to fight in an event setting against creatures, but not used against players unless absolutely in a life threatening position. (Aka. Hunts or battles against other entities.) Never can one necessarily be regarded as a pet, however could decided to be a loyal companion and follow along with the life of a descendent, still in terms of how it lives having a mind of its own not to be trained. Unique features of these creatures are primarily for aesthetic purposes. Credits: - Art used within this post does not belong to me! I do not take credit for it and simply use them here for aesthetic pusposes. - Alot of the information Fae wise was helped by Sprite and Epifite lore - @MayRndzfor the writing - @SquakHawkfor the Fae change idea Changelog Document: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mLbH6bvgRV7x7FYmGydn0bY-6d5ndkGLWMCJOf7g3_Q/edit?usp=sharing

- From my opinion the formatting can use a bit of an improvement, for lore its less on how bold and flashy the text is and more on making it easy to read and understand, especially when it comes to magic of any sort. I've seen enough posts time after time where its like you don't understand any of it, and that's how it ends poorly, and or powergamed. Take a look at some of the current voidal posts to get a good feel for formating. - The fact of being able to cast spells through tattoos will be a bit iffy when it comes to the transfiguration lore considering you need certain materials to make enchants of higher tier which would be quite complex to implement into a liquid, that being said you will be suggesting that this is entirely written into transfiguration to make it possible. Although its a bit controversial considering that was implemented to prevent power gaming and it being common so you'd either need to require only low level spells in the tattoos or you would be suggesting that this is extremely hard to obtain and learn. - I also think that if one has the tattoos they now need to make a FA, and or specific lore signed item to indicate someone has it to allow ST to keep track of who actually inked them. Feel free to elaborate if you have any system ideals for that in mind already.

Hmm I like the concept, but there is a lot I feel could be added or better fleshed out in the writing.

Okay let me just lay this down, a lot of you keep asking why not just do a field war with no plugins and just straight pvp, but as someone who is a student from numerous technical fields for you let me lay the facts that I'm self aware of. Minecraft all in itself is not built to have so many people in one field fighting on one chunk, that's the biggest issue with not using plugins to regulate such issues and why its so hard for tech and staff to find a solution for these sort've things. Even servers like Hypixel who handle hundreds of people at one time regulate by using smaller sub-servers off of the main hub there are never that many people in one lobby at once. I see the most viable solution instead of being an open field being a warclaim that is done in waves of smaller groups but I can see the controversy with that. When that many players are within a few chunks of each other, the amount of player entities that the server has to send to each player increases exponentially. For example, 50 players all have to see each other so all 49 of those other people are being sent to each player through the servers system.

In the beginning of knowing you things may have been a bit rough, but up to the point of me leaving moderation you were a great help to the moderation team. We shared a vision on the likings of combats future and though I have no knowledge of where its gone, part of me is here to say I hope Squak is willing to continue with those CRP changes. Thank you for the service you put forward, and enjoy things as they are without the weight of a server on your shoulders.

IGN: MayRndz BOTA or COTC: Crusade of the Creative Category: Poetry Artwork: Dance of the Night By: MayRndz Consider how many nights, Sitting under those twinkling lights. Feet ice cold in the snow, A box tied down tight, topped with a bow. It only comes about once a year, But it always shows with a bang and a cheer. Decorating and swirling around, Surrounding trees and lining homes. Its special this season, It really is without much reason. I was never one about commotion, There's something magical The way the town shines. When winter season comes it has a devotion To the snow and the cold that doesn't resign. Though it has beauty, Compared to the stars that sparkle and dance, There is no competition, lights never had a chance. When the night once again rises, And the city goes quiet without a peep, Through every season when you can't fall asleep The stars always shine, always there for you, They come in all shapes and sizes, One for each.

The carful writing of a sorceress found its way onto a paper, inked in black and red, carried by a bird of magnificence. It was penned to Madame Onfroi.

Gonna have to call copyright on a king first

Don't worry my singing outbursts will simply move to the LoTC discord :))

━━━━━━━━┛ ✠ ┗━━━━━━━━ MODERATION TEAM UPDATE July, August & September 2021 ━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━ INTRODUCTION G’evening to you all! The moderation management team wanted to reach out with a fill in on everything the moderation team has been up to at the moment. We understand there are alot of questions and suggestions present around for the team moving forward in the future, and want to do what is most beneficial for the server overall. That being said, never hesitate to reach out with questions or apply for moderation if you're interested! Over the past few months the team itself has seemed to have undergone quite a bit of change as members of the team have come and gone, projects have been set in motion, and as always the pool of workings is filled to the brim. Our current goal for this month will be to work through anything we may have currently ongoing or anything we may be behind on. With time comes change, that being said as I'm sure you all have noticed, but our moderation admin has recently stepped away from the role of moderation. We extend the biggest thanks possible to everything he took on and helped us accomplish during his time on our team. PROJECTS Moderation Team Guides [COMPLETE] We have been working hard on a compilation of separate modules and guides to better define our current rules, in regards to different procedures which can require moderation aid, at times. Our guides will focus on instructions for viable actions in-game, which are useful in the cases of companions, bird-messages, petty-theft, heists, wars and procedures outside of the server, such as reports and appeals. This will assist both internal and external team matters, and help to disperse potential arguments. Project Lead: MayRndz Moderation Training Updates [COMPLETE] Project Lead(s): EnderShadow, & MayRndz Over time and consideration of previous training sets we developed a new set of internal team workings to help organize and train new moderators so they are familiar with our systems, and procedures. [!] SPECIAL THANKS TO SOME MEMBERS OF THE WORLD TEAM FOR THE HELP [!] Combat Rules Review [Admin-Review] Combat Rules are being reviewed and altered whenever required, for the betterment of conflict on the server. We want to provide different avenues for members to pursue adequate conflict that can aid the natural progression of the server. At that, we’re also looking to all those unwritten rules and adding them to our rule-sets for better clarification. Project Lead(s): MayRndz Community Outreach [In Progress] Community outreach encompasses a community and moderation oriented project that will be worked on to better the communication of the moderation team among peers as partners, and members of the community/other staff teams. Its primary focus is to find ways to bring player bases together. Project Lead: Managament Skirmish Updates [In-Progress] A project with the aim to decrease randomized raids and attacks and put more goal orientation and “gamemodes” towards generalized conflict. Project Lead: TigerGiri Almaris War Workings [In Progress] Though it's been a long time waiting and has gone through a multitude of variations, we are continuing forward with the war amendments and writings where they had been left off. It will definitely take time and effort to complete however we want to get this done as best as possible while creating fair guidelines and going through collaboration with anyone interested. Project Lead: itdontmatta STATISTICS The Moderation Team received 1,692 tickets during the month of July, 1,520 during the month of August, and 1,479 during the month of September. All quota is based on 3% of total tickets, but does not include additional activity requirements involving reports, appeals, projects and interviews. CURRENT ROSTER https://www.lordofthecraft.net/staff/ ROSTER CHANGES ImCookie has stepped away from administration Itdontmatta has rejoined management MayRndz has stepped down from Mod Management Tigergiri has been Promoted to Mod-Trainer Disheartened has been Promoted to Mod-Trainer HogoBojo has been Promoted to Mod-Trainer ZachoSnacko has Joined Modetration Tigergiri has Joined Moderation DixieDemolisher has joined Moderation Arashiha has joined Moderation Fionn__TWG has joined Moderation _Pan has joined Moderation Mirvam has joined Moderation Grnappa has joined Moderation Wolfdwg has joined Moderation Devvy has resigned from Moderation Total has resigned from Moderation MCVDK has resigned from Moderation CONCLUSION Thank you for being patient with us as we´ve worked along these past few months and don't hesitate to reach out if you're looking for help.