ThatFunkyBunch

Victory.... Glory... There was no glory to be had upon this field of battle. High over Helious dark clouds rumble forth. Necrotic plagues slowly sweep across gardens. Life drained from the very trees. Soon warped after by the infernal touch of putrid warlocks. Darkstalker and ghoul, skeleton and imp. Those Luara forsaking Maehr, the Azulytes had placed the flag of Iblees atop their new keep. Cranes already moved payloads of stone. The smell of sulfur stains the once holy lands of the city. The Odurex stood atop their new fort. As a fellow commander left, to pursue their own goals. Looking down at the city without any expression upon her face. They had struck swiftly, rising from beneath their foes. Their resources, far better than she had expected. She had came here, to lay claim to this city. To further spread chaos, and invoke hatred for those that utter the name Gashadokuro in contempt. She had done just that. The scattered forces of Helious seeking to set fire to bridges over their delta channels. She had won without so much as even swinging a blade. It had proven more brutal than she had expected. The Odurex shifts her gaze to the front of the keep now. Where the Jusmian shaman had turned the land to a muck. A tool, she would utilize to her advantage as the foundations are laid for the new fort. Towers being dragged to life. Trees, burnt and toppled in the name of the industrial march of war. There had been no souls to bleed this day. So the Odurex, one of the many fingers upon the Hand, turns to their desk. Rolling out the map, studying this city. Planning for what could come next. A culture's teachings, and most importantly, the nature of its people, achieve definition in conflict. They find themselves… or find themselves lacking.

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[!] A missive is left in Cloud Temple. Dear Cloud Temple Landlords. As I sit and reflect, snow falling down upon my window. I look forth at the lands I call home. At the minerals that are promised far beneath the surface. It's been well over a decade since we put in our work request to establish a mine on our lands. The morning suns rise, and we get ready. Hoping today, is the day. The day we finally get a mine. You see, fair landlords. We pay our rent; we pay for the utilities too. I was hoping to implore you, for the services expressed in our lease. Yet as our lands expand and discovered its high iron ore count. We rejoiced, yet daily. As our councilors step forth to feed wheat to cows, we sigh. Knowing full well we will need to travel far from our lands. To gather the ores which help strive a community forward. Today, we have sacrificed many goats, and are considering sacrificing our elderly and perhaps even the young next to try and appease you, oh wise monks. Our hallow landlords. If there is a breach in our contract, please, let us know what we have done to violate our lease agreement. Sincerely yours, Celia'nor

A little sad to see greater mutations go to only Homunculi and Klones but it's understandable Now everyone will just need to get a Min max magic

Bro fr made an anti branding potion

Beaches, Blood, and Mayhem. The Invasion of Helious. Darkspawn get beach side property A silent night rests over Helious. Peace, for but one small corner of Braevos. The canopy of the jungles sway and sing in the cool tropical breeze. A lone guard wanders towards the ocean. Listening to the lapping of waves. Then, a sickening gargle. A dark arrow of chitin lodged into the throat. The body falls to the ground. A single row boat lodges into sand. A splash of water, as imps begin to carry boards and spears into the sands. Undead step forth, and in the night, begin to prepare battlements. For a long term occupation. By morning, the denizens of the coastal city are welcome to construction efforts of a small fort on their lands. Dark stone stacked upon wooden support beams. Trenches lines with wooden stakes. Part one: The Beachfront Invasion. Legion troops will attempt to establish a lasting beachfront encampment. Helios Defenders will attempt to push them out to sea. CRP will be divided into groups for a more flowing event. OOC NOTES DATE: TO BE DECIDED BETWEEN HELIOUS AND THE VILLIANY CO.

Me on my way to make an Underrail Realm App RN Rn. Time to Larp

Pls accept my app

A shaman stares down at the missive. Glancing around. "We're gonna need. So many ******* guards to roam around this thing."

I know **** all about Ashwood lore. Treatment is done to keep the following from happening yeah? After dying, the wood will lose its strength after 1 OOC week of decay, at which point it will be vulnerable to being felled by conventional means. For balance reasons, ashwood can only be used as a substitute for metal plates for constructs and similar beings. (i.e no ashwood treants or what have you). Further, Ashwood cannot conduct resonance. I think Animii constructs, and the sort is fine. Moreover, this redline probably aimed at restricting certain CAs like Treants, Epiphytes, and others that utilize nature in their formation. This limitation prevents them from emulating the extreme durability of the tree or using it as an additional layer of protection for their CA mechanics. Your new redline, basically keeps this in effect or undoes it? Confused with the wording there. It seems like it does, because it can only be used for plates. As to keep Epiphytes and etc, from getting free Iron skin.

A commander in the Legion of Iblees pins this letter on a wall of the fort. "Stay based Lizard Boy."

Wants to Annex a tile, fully destroy the player base. Not even conquest. Full Annex. Complains the people don't want to get Annexed

A Maehr Shaman stands at the end of the Walk To Final rest. The dark elf, offers a hand out towards the dwarf with a wide smile. Qudlia Jusmia, welcomes her former Lutaumancy student. "It's been a while."

Damn, man. That, hurts man. Fr fr though, may you have the best of fun! Look forward to see more road stops for the alchemy node runs to the north.

A shaman nearly spits out his coffee when he see's the mention of Paladins. Recalling, the sacrifice at the shamanic lodge meeting. "Well that's just fuckin awkward."

I love these. However

A Maehr stands by the grave she had constructed. Turning her head towards the moon far above. Watching it, pale, pitying, mocking. Her lips purse for but a moment. She tosses down, some Faerie Truffles by the grave. Departing soon after.

A member of palace staff looks at the invites. Confusion unsure

An Azulyte is currently using a small platform and a staff to guide her way around the workings of the fort. Wondering how to get underground now

"Glory to Shugo!!" Yells a random man