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((I just opened the forums for the first time in three years)) When contemplating it; the fundamental reasons a lot of people are attracted to LotC makes me think of how mundane and uneventful many of their real-lives can actually turn out to be, purely because modern society is boring, with that in-mind, the server offers alot of things that are either impossible to gain irl, or severely lacking from modern times, rare experiences, emotional moments, accomplishments, camaraderie and so on: That is why I think one of the reasons for the increase of forum roleplay is the gradual realization that once you make posts they are there forever, the things you were apart of, the accomplishments you helped come to fruition, and all the other things you could think of that would have worth- they're all visible on the forum. Compare this to in-character, where we find ourselves witnessing legacy vanish through various ways, map change, settlements deleted, books lost, the few characters that knew of the events/information ending up innactive or PK'd, and what you find yourself with is very little evidence of what came before, or that it ever happened at all. Its very appealing to want your time to be written in stone to last the ages. Reputation is irrelevent in my opinion though, yet forum roleplay is most-definitely very appealing to the larger playerbase for its enduring record.

Akkar Tundrak read over the official recognition with a smile, making his opinion known publically: "I must admit that it is with great joy to which I witness the slow abolition of ongoing Aheral' idiocy; feable acts by this foolish Aheral' Sohaer proves enough for any Mali' to understand the roots of whom these grotesque issues originate. Through Princess Ivarielle I, not just the Aheral' may recover a measure of strength, but also, through her that all Mali' may once again become emboldened in new-found vigour among our kind."

Akkar Tundrak had left the city days prior- his goal was to seek out the monuments continually constructed across the Snowy North by the Frost Witches, in attempt to curve their spread of power. Yet another enemy had returned in his abscence from the remnant; It was the next Elven day that he sat atop a mountainous spire; watching with helpless intent as the by-product of battle for the Fennic' town began to rise far-off in the horizon. Plooms of smoke and embers created a tall beacon stretching up to touch the sky, even through the blizzard did the light of fire carry, the shouting and screaming from the conflict echoed through the valleys. The Fenn' spoke bluntly "Of all the groups attacking us: only those... monsters could be so brave. I do not doubt there will be yet another Fennic' victory in the coming days under the lead of my Mal'onn ( @Monkee) they come and yet once again we send them on their way to meet Wyrvun in the afterlife, laughing to himself he said "The other realms are now full of useless non-combatants, even now a single group of Aheral' are the only ones strong-willed enough to fight these things alongside us..." Closing his eyes he'd speak out into the Cold lands "Wyrvun, ruler of this deep-cold, the Ivae'Fenn need your guidance, watch as they attack your enemies. Watch over the Aheral' who aid us as they are not accustomed to fighting these monstrocities especially in such... conditions as these in the North" He thought of a specific Silver Elfess "She has steeled her resolve, be it that she aids in this battle, then gift upon her your guidance, your strength and your wisdom." ( @Twinny ) Akkar sat alone on the snowy peaks, watching out for the many things would attempt to ambush him. He stood on guard throughout the night with his glaive

Nafec Ireheart sharpens his blades

Nafec wonders to himself, if the Elves of Oren want to be Humans soo much, then the Irehearts are doing them a service by clipping their Elven ears away "They ar humens nou, ay?"

A Mali'Fenn Valkyr spotted the note on his many patrols through Wyrvuns domain- gathering his thoughts he would write a response, then posting it on the same notice board: "You forget to mention the Fenn' though, I do not blame you, a mere mention of the Mali'Fenn is enough to usurp the power balance of any unity, afterall someone must lead, and that is always the strong. If the current Elven states are to stand the measure of competance then is it not the Fennic' Princes to which stand as the best choice. That is to say, in any instance of unity the Mali'Fenn would be the backbone of governance and military, if not immediately made so then eventually, over time through pure ability, inevitably awarded such positions." At the bottom it would be signed: "Akkar Thuln'diraar"

MC Username: ItsIn RP Name: Akkar Tournament : Melee

Almaris is rated PG: parental guidance is advised. Staff are the parental guidance for what is believed to be an entire playerbase of children, incapable of handling conflict//war, incapable of facing any true loss or gain to a war in MEDIEVAL roleplay setting. I don't know about you guys but medieval times in my mind were constant hardships including excessive conflict, famine, disease and extensive war, and i've seen none of that in Almaris. In terms of events; this whole map I've ran into zero staff events, one player-ran eventline which was real good, and one instance where a dragon popped by Elvenesse to help them remove some stuff for their rebuild.

Xander Mareno begins his pre-drinking

An individual stood upright, beating a man with a wooden stick profusely. One single copy of the missive flew towards him carried by the wind and landing at his boot. Reading it a moment, he'd look down at the beaten man saying: "I'm awfully sorry but duty calls, we'll pick up where we left off next time!" waving the missive in the air a moment, then skipping off

Akkar sat in the Tundrak abode, within the Fennic realm, far from the degeneracy of the submissive-Mali' states of the other Mali' races. Browsing the contents of the missive he'd agree wholeheartedly, commenting: "The Silver State has always shown weakness, yet to fall under Valah rule once more... it only serves to place shame upon their people, their reputation and their ancestors once again."

Akkar read his brothers' declaration of intent, thinking upon the state of the other Mali' races one single quote would come to mind from a past family member, seeing its relevence to the current state of things he spoke it verbally: "Of all the atrocities commited; none are soo brutal as those originating of incompetance."

Akkar Tundrak sat in the Fennic' smithy at the back of the town repairing his plate armour, after the many Svarling attacks sizzled out of prominence his mind now set itself on the obligations one normally has against the evils of the realm, and preparing for yet another fanatic purge.

Deafening sounds of clashing-shields and weapons making impact with plate armour, these were the sounds heard from outside the walls of Ikur'fiyem. Akkar returned back to the city only to be welcomed by these heart-sinking sounds. Accompanied by a small hundred-man detachment of Ivae'Fenn, the Fennic' Prince decided to enter through the side entrance rather than the main gate, his force too small to attack the unknown enemy of unknown numbers from the rear. Entering atop the highest plateau of the city, a perfect view was laid out, many thousands of Svarling soldiers besieged a mere two thousand Ivae'Fenn defenders in their Mahnih formation. Without thinking, Akkar joined in with his mere hundred men, replacing those who were injured or tired on the frontlines of the main force. In the center of the formation face-to-face with the enemy, anger fueled the small group of reinforcements, aggression followed, the hundred-man detachment struck the enemy marauders with full force relentlessly for many days. Though the Ivae'Fenn fought for three days prior to their arrival, there was somehow now a second-wind within the defenders, regrouping with his brother Vytrek in the midst of battle, the Ivae'Fenn now stopped giving ground as the flow of the battle shifted, fully on the attack and routing the marauders on the fifth day, back down the hill towards the square. Two-thousand guardians routed equal numbers, then faced down the elite heavy enemy rear guard, the huskarls, yet even they were no match, either slain or routed throughout three more days of clashing. There was now no one stopping the Ivae'Fenn from advancing, looking down the hill it could be seen, the Haense and Norlandic armies clashing with many thousands-more Svarlings, heavy huskarls clashing with the frontline of the human force, Svarling archers atop hills pouring arrows down onto the pinned reinforcements, with the Fenn' victorious on their side of the battle, they found themselves in the perfect position to storm the enemy rear. Slaughter ensued as Ivae'Fenn Guardians charged into the rear of enemy formations. The day fight was won, decisive actions drove the numerically-overwhelming enemy fleeing out of the city. Many days would still yet be spent collecting the dead and treating all the wounded.

Xander Mareno returned home riding atop a white Myrinian-Thoroughbred horse. Learning of the auction through his family he'd immediately return to his room and attempt to reshuffle his own schedule, moving around his personal business ventures to make room for the date. He'd comment as he tries his hardest to reschedule meetings and important dates "I can't miss this event alright?!" exclaimed Xander to himself sifting through his many papers "Jace will have my support aight? Just like I expect his in my own ventures. And we'll hear nothing more about it aight?" he'd confidently say to himself, attempt to assure his self that its about family-first. Later in the day he'd get a raffle ticket from his brother, the entrepreneural side of him moving his words. IGN: ItsIn RP NAME: Xander Mareno