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Chitin Material Lore Rewrite. [Player Signed Material] A favored material of the ancient Maehr’uhier of Magara’lin. Practices of its use barely begin to resurface. Crafting Component Hemolymph Glue: The concept is foreign to many beyond the depths. Everything must be utilized down here. Hemolymph is a fluid found inside insects, when mixed and boiled with flour and water, the results is a strong resin the Maehr’uhier used to bind together their chitin weapons, homes, chairs and beyond. Where most mortal races found use in nails in straps. Those ancients of Magara’lin found Hemolymph Glue. Harvesting Chitin Chitin is the terminology used to describe the outer layer of an insect's exoskeleton. Nothing in life is free, to gain Chitin you must hunt it and pry it from the dead husks of bugs. Chitin harvested is categorized into Four types. Soft Chitin: Bears the quality of leather before soaked in distilled ethanol for an extended time and cured in the sun or bioluminescence. Smaller insects bear this, such as Dwarven Riding Beetles, Tarraskan Beetles. Once refined, it bears the quality of bronze. Making it the poormans choice underground. Redlines Hard Chitin: Hard Chitin bears the quality of steel, to be used in item fabrication it requires the chitin be soaked in distilled ethanol for an extended time. During its curing process it may be exposed to heat to help warp it to their liking and carve pieces away. Taken from more dangerous beasts, such as Prismatic Spiders, and the Lurker. Redlines Infused Soft Chitin: Soft Chitin, before it is cured may be infused with other minerals. Though its creators decided to use bones or one genus worth of blood for their first flux, metallic powder may be used as well. This is added during the soaking of the chitin, Infused Soft Chitin is considered a Medium Armor when used for equipment, bearing the qualities and sturdiness of iron. Making it a prized possession among those that live beneath the surface. Redlines Infused Hard Chitin: A trademark gift held close by the Noble Houses of any lords that brave just the edge of the Underdark. Enough blood to drain a mortal of two genus, soaked within the distilled ethanol. Infused Hard Chitin is considered Heavy Armor when used for equipment, bearing the qualities and sturdiness of Daemonsteel. Making it a prized possession among Noble Houses of the depths. Redlines Chitin Weapons: Tech Lock Redlines Chitin weapons bear strange designs and looks. Often serving several uses with a deceptive appearance. Such a hammer made of overlapping plates of chitin. Honed to a sharp edge along the spine of each plate and warped into a hook. Chitin Weapons and Armor follow all redlines of The Techlock - Armorments. Strider Chitin [Building Material] Though able to withstand cannons, as the striders age those that beloved these creatures find that it will die before them. Often when caravans of striders find suitable grounds, their riders use the bodies of the striders to create what they can. As its dead shell provides a last gift, bearing the qualities of stone. Can not be used to make armor or weapons. Any item made of Strider Chitin can not be used in CRP. It is a lore building material. Have fun.

Mol Tunu Vou? [!] A moving depiction of the fall of Magara’lin. Fires burn from within a vast mountain, with caravans slowly moving away upon this page. Farms towards the coastline burn. Large towers reaching towards heaven crumble. [Haruspex: Pages Alive [Non-Combat; 2 charges] Dark Elf Mali’ker Maehr Maehr’uhier. We have had many names throughout history, but it all begins with the Maehr’uhier. Velulaeis guild of her soldiers, scholars and craftsmen. It is time for those who others have dubbed Mali’ker reclaim the titles given to us by OUR Ancestors. My wayward and distant kin. Some of you have heard of me, others only met. Most do not know me. I am Daichia Jusmia, the father of Gusiam Jusmia. I have seen the rise and fall of our people countless times since the days of Atlas. Yet this curse lingered long before I was ever born. I have seen their mistakes, my own mistakes. Our understanding of our history has been warped. For this, I apologize for the part I played in this. For history is written by the victors. Our ties to Luara have never been false. The fear and doctrine of older Shamanic Ker will no longer restrain us. It is unlikely, for those that were around for the rise of Renelia to the fall of Nor’veylth, that the curse that drove our ancestors to madness lies within us. Our lives are our own to live. I am a Shaman, I am Maehr’uhier. I have seen you gather with Elves, gather with Orcs, Dwarves, Humans. Scattered across cities. Some of you, until recently, still rule nations. Yet the Maehr remain scattered. Lost to the corrupting touches of this world. I had spoken to many, many that wish to see something bear fruit. Though the same curse still lingers. Our people are not ones for silver cutlery and imposing castles. Before the Era of Magara’lin our ancestors roamed the lands in search of information. I come to you with an offer. In the past two centuries our knowledge of the past has deepened with the appearance of House Thyone and their documents. We can begin to piece together a picture of life for Magara’lin. I believe it was once the information capital of the world. The Maehr’uhier studied all magics, all Aneguls and Daemons they could. We can not fix this alone, nor can the unspoken ever shape history if they do not rise to the chance. I offer this, join me in this journey to find home, either be it people, or lands to call our own once more. The Maehr’uhier need little, grab your tents and a sleeping roll. Smoke jerky, boil water. My Acolyte Rangôth Nava'toul, tells me he is within Celia’nor. So I depart to make my way to continue his education. Bring ideas and plans. For our task from the beginning has always been clear. To learn all we can of Mundas. Politics can wait. Bundle well, for winter is harsh in the north of Aevos. Where we travel from here, I do not know. To those I have spoken with already, the dreams we have spoken of, have not changed. Consider this a shove to get the ball rolling down the hill. [!] Members of the Shamanic Lodge receive the following letter.

An elf reads excitedly. Then realizes, this is not the missive he was expecting it to be. "Oh. More, work." "No, laws." The elf rubs at his eyes. Pocketing this for now.

A demon bellows out a scream into the airs of Aevos. Spewing bouts of malflame as it strode forward. Staring ahead. Then came the shrieking laughter. "I told you, I would out last you. Master. Though none, will ever be able to give the joy of this putrid existence as you did. Farewell, Book Bearer. My gaze will pierce the heavens and hells." Kiel Vuakdah retires for now. Looking at high sails with a content sigh. As it adorns, most prized relics. The Hammer of the Underloc, and a simple pirate hat. "He left his treasure, in one piece..." Somewhere, far deeper in the warp soul is the tormented fragmented existence of what was Ke'makia Qua'Req. For truly, you never know what you have until you have lost it.

Kiel, the demon, sits in infernal customs with a low growl. Blissfully unware but for one thing. It was no longer book bound. A high elf stares at empty marble floors. An old shaman allows himself tears for the lost of Shugo Kato, before preparing a new candle for the shrine. A soulless beast lays in the ruins of a gods playgrounds. Knowing nothing of these events. Traveling with brave Oyashiman warriors across a new world. The Bug Man would make sure they returned. Atleast, their bodies if not alive.

Ra’kuzk Dark walls stood firm, save for a small breach in the towering walls. Nothing pleasant awaited any but for those that sought the thrill of battle. Dark caverns beckon with the horrid drums of war. [OOC DISCLAIMER: These are events detailed below are not public knowledge. If you where not there, you do not know.] Undead, the Infernal. Whatever had led them to fight for Shinji's banner was eclipsed at this moment. The Red Lich was ascending, everything was coming to its peak. For the gaze of Kiel Vuakudah, this glorious fight was all there was to this existence. Fight, fight more. Keep fighting. Paint the seas red, watch the oceans boil to sand wastes. Magi plotted their routes, narrow passageways spelled horror for the encroaching vanguard. This was what they signed up for. Victory always came at a price. Ichor coated the walls, entrails mixed upon a single stone bridge, down into the depths below. Walls adorned with the scent of copper and skulls both new and old impaled on rusting spikes. “Column one!” A cry from a man. “Column Two, stay back!” Hailed another into the fray for the onset of demons pouring in. The walls lashed out, masses of flesh battering down the invaders as they attempted their first push. “You have entered the closest place to hell.” Bellowed the cry of what was arguably the most powerful Voidal mage in the known Mundas. Below them came the stench of rot. Then rose the stitched corpses, crawling forward to the command of their lord. Overwhelmed, the attackers braved this horrid horde collected over time. A man gave the cry to retreat. They began to use their bare hands, they had to if they wished to survive the push down into depths. Their screams, of pain and calling to continue the fight bounced off the walls of the tunnels dripping with their blood. Forward, move back! Back here! Forward! The chaos was a delight to the ears. Then came the last horrid one. A skeleton of unknown age brandishing horrid daemonsteel weapons. Like a bat out of hell, swinging a bloody path forward through the masses. Battered, bloody and bruised they rise again to push forward. A fourth had been routed or slain in this push into the murky depths. Where the band of putrid souls Shinji had collected gathered. Welcoming their guests with wicked smiles. Down from the bridge into a narrow tunnel. The first throne room of the Liches upon this world. Perhaps it dawned on many, this was a dungeon of yore. Filled with darkspawn, ready to kill and maim a bloody path across Aevos. Upon that throne sat a horrid Inferi. One that had evolved past its climb in the material world and fought in the grand expanses of the cosmos. Gartr-the Hell Master rose. “To pass you must claim my key.” Swing after swing, punch after punch. Gartr ripped those that invaded apart into messes of gore that filled the room with the rank scent of death. There was never any glory to be found down here. They had to press on. Down further into that hell, it came forth. Those invaders were met with demented souls of Shinjis collection. Ready to give them the fight of their life. While many fell into a dark trap. The rest had to push forward for the end. A great ball of voidal fire washed over those that climbed to the depths of the well. Magi gathered their spells, as undead and an inferi pressed in to meet them head on. Horrid fumes dances from potions. Boots sloshes with frigid bloody waters. Two oracles clashes, but the clever demon was ready. Into the side it slammed its weapon. Causing another body to be added onto the piles. Fueled by revenge they pushed on, and rendered the beast apart to ash, but not before it struck blows to those that came close. For it loved the thrill of the fight.

An actual little feedback thing. Something I'm guilty of is hearing things on this server and allowing it to effect views on said group before I myself can make a judgement for myself. I think it's a marketing thing for Ferrymen, these comments alone show people don't know that this group helps go out and fund and start other groups. And the ones mentioned aren't even the full extent of it. Idk if anyone else remembers Mickaelhz rule as Rex in Krugmar but I do. This is already a huge boost on the forums for the group. Sure theirs little hang ups, new people.come into groups and have to get vetted to the server. For those still reading this, and have not, interacted with any of these people yourself. I'd take anything you hear in a nation discord with a huge heap of salt. Guards and military people in cities are going to naturally be aggressive with Ferrymen. Now. The juicy stuff. The allegations of racism etc. Do the Ferrymen say unhinged shit? Yes. However, are any what we see actually racists? Extremely doubtful. I imagine if they were they'd all have a lot of trouble living in different countries and forming a community for themselves. I can say as well sense maining a darkspawn, most people can get instantly stand offish from conflict which just ruins my mood and makes me wanna boop em with boomsteel.

And helped with Nor'asath

An Inferi reads the missive once over. Glancing back up with a wide grin on its putrid maw. "We clearly weren't at the same fight."

Some dark elf gives a read, and a little thumbs up. "Beats doinin nothin when I got free time."

Adrianus Cerusil, already baptized long ago packs his things. And sets off.

Mfw we talk to each other in a constructive way to get something done and improve our collective hobby. 10/10

An Inferi gets ready for the next fight.

OLD: [S] Ritual of Identity - Non-combative- T5 - 4 Emotes NEW: [S] Ritual of Identity - Non-combative- T5 - 4 Emotes That's alot of words. Not reading that? What was changed? Added Redline: -Accepted Zar'ei CA's with an Seer MA lose the ability to perform this spell. Reasoning: I asked about disguises for demons like alchemy and the general agreement was it's not something LT want to see on the server, frankly I agree. However, currently if a Zar'ei reached T5 and got the second Seer Slot. They could fully transform if the Zar'ei hasn't been incontact with staff about this matter. Thus, the above is presented to slap on a band-aid and keep that from happening to avoid confusion for others.

Id say see ya but I'll be chatting with you after my ninja afk bathroom trip.

@ColonelKuehl1@Pallodium@Aehkaj

Im a simple man. I see Werewolf CA I read and upvote

That was my biggest gripe with the current Inferi CA. It's all combative abilities. This should let us do a lot more as a demon Iffy on this. If we open the door for Inferi looking like people we open the door to a mess of stuff. I'll give an example as one of the seer demons. I can transform and just stay that way and larp as a good guy with Malflame if my memory gets fucked. A lot of loop holes

An Inferi whistles as they leave the jungles. Swinging the keys to the Pínghéngs cage. It didn't know which Panda it had to take before. So it took all of them and dropped them off near Vikelia