MeteorDragon

Sadly I cant buy, but the art is amazing

I want to commission 3 things if you’re up for it, and depending on the cost. Mina is preferred for me since I dont got the money to spend, if not then that’s fine and I wish you luck. Good drawings

Xavis sweats ”Sorry I ****ed your child, but I loved her and still do, in my heart”

Xavis bows his head with a sigh ”A pain in my a**, but a pain I’ll miss none the less. I’ll look forward to seeing you in the afterlife so I can say ‘I told you so’” The elf relaxes back in the chair he was sitting in, resting his hands on his chest.

Villains are fun when you dont get /countdowed

Xavis places his hand on his face, grumbling to himself for a good while ”I assume it doesn’t mean me..”

A creature of the Void, Caltro, would grin as he remembers the old man’s death. His body echoed with an image of him that was created from the same mana he was. ”A SACRIFICE THAT WAS NEEDED. EACH OF MY WINS WILL BRING MY MASTER CLOSER TO SUCCESS. THE MORTALS DO NOT THINK I AM POWERFUL.. I WILL SHOW THEM” Caltro’s mechanical voice would rumble in his  own strange realm.. it wasnt long before he would make another move

A strange elf would look at this, squinting through his mask. ”I didnt know.. I dealt business.. with someone so.. important” Irlioz, Son of Malin, states to himself in a slow and broken voice

Xavis Ashwood curses to himself ”Damn old man!”

40 minutes ago, TheAlphaMoist said:

“None of these people are shadow mothers or shade fathers what the ****,” Vas idly comments, very confused at all the publicly displayed letters and notices being strewn about everywhere. 

An Xavis Ashwood would look out his window and comment "And you are hardly a father"

An elf with blood red skin and no eyes would pump his fist in the air "Finally!"

Xavis Ashwood would have received news about this death from a man in Aegrothond. His knees grew weak and sweat started to pour down his forehead. The elf was far too weak to be able to stand or breath correctly as hyperventilating was soon to arrive. Tears flooded his empty sockets, staining his blindfold and his face equally. A shout of anguish rolled off his tongue. ”I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! DAMNED LORD OF CHAINS!” Xavis started to let off violent coughs as he fell on the ground, eventually coming to find his daughter Rhaella where he would tell her of the news and then pass out in her arms.

Xavis was clearly having a bad day as his daughter had made an idiotic pact and his friend had died, now THIS. The ex-High Prince of Vira’ker would shake his head and speak with disgust lacing his voice ”Gods, Renalia you make me ever so pissed off at the dark elves of this world. You claim that my old council member is the rightful heir to the throne of that dead nation. LET IT DIE. I don’t care that my grandson is ruling, but I do wish him well. Now, shut up you worthless piece of garbage and know your place as scum” He lashes out in anger, getting more and more sick of the day as his body grows ever sicker. The blood elf would rip apart bits of his house before sitting down on his couch to calm himself.

Xavis, upon hearing the news, would gain a rapid breath and bring his hand up to grip his chest "I thought I was dead, but this just makes it worse"

Xavis was seated nicely in his home, sipping out of a glass of ale to cover the taste of the tea he had gotten from the druids to make sure he doesnt die. The letter from Rhaella would make it's way to outside his front door, forcing the tired elf to stant up and get it. After taking the letter, he would make his way back in his house and flick it open. Reading it with the gaze of a seer, Xavis laughs for a solid minute and says: "No"

Mcname: ThaMeteorMan

Talent: Singing

Might come, might not

Can we keep this one?

Or we name it Tha_Mystery_Mina since it just spawns in a lot

Xavis’ worn body would run around his house, throwing everything around as he let off a scream into the air of his home. ”NEXT IT’LL BE ME! I KNOW IT! THEY’RE COMING FOR ME NEXT!” Several curses roll off Xavis’ tongue as he slams his body into the furniture around his hand, collapsing on the ground. Heard breaths escape his mouth as he lies on the ground, starting to softly cry ”Hiren.. f***.. I swear I’ll find who did this to you. I’ll see you again.. one day” 

Ex-High Prince Xavis nods to himself as he hears this. For once in a long, long time, he’d make his way over to Vira’ker, standing on it’s old sands. A soft breeze flows through his hair as he breaths in. The elf, wishing he could see it all within his limited sight lets off a sigh of relief ”You will lay in good hands, my dear Vira’ker. Long have you needed someone to take care of you. Your walls have started to crumble and your plants have over grown you. The grave of my Loved one lies on your peaks, and I know you’ve done well to take care of her. It is time for you to rise once more and be free, let your power be known through the lands as you stand true to yourself. A blessing I send your way.” With that, Xavis walks to the edge of the sands just before the city. His flesh left hand runs across the sands, feeling the grains roll across the tips of his fingers before letting them bathe in the sea waters next to the city. Finally, Xavis would take his last look and start to walk off- away from the city as he hums out ”Fair well, my beloved city. May you rise to glory once more”

Hakorakov, Patron of Garumdir

Origin/Background

Hakorakov started as a mortal human in the world known as Athera. His family was one of Smith's and he had a small foundry in Salvus, which he took control of once his parents passed on due to their mortal age. Young Hakorakov was an expert at craft, forging anything that came to his mind in the moment of its creation. He was quite different from most Smith's as he required strange items from the world in order for him to make anything of value, but when it was done, the item was masterfully crafted and fit exactly what the buyer wanted. Though this forging wasn't magical in nature, Hakorakov was truly an expert. During his later days, while he was forging a magnificent blade from black ferrum, a strange man jumped into his foundry. The man's eyes had a purple glow to them and before Hakorakov could blink, a shard of arcanism had pierced his heart. Dead, Hakorakov lie on the ground. His body remained there for a month before someone found him. A funeral was soon held and Hakorakov was buried under the center of the foundry he loved so much. His soul would come to possess the foundry, but it was far too late. That was the day that everyone left the loved land of Athera for a new one. Years.. decades.. and a century passed over the lands before a group of the new world came to Salvus- a trip that started at Arcas. Hakorakov, still wanting to forge showed his ghost self to a group in the foundry and with new found powers, he forged weapon after weapon for those who came. Rhymes twisted out of his throat, bending words to make people collect a list. A Sickle-Staff that grew trees, a Drum that created a wall of air, a Scythe that glowed with electricity, a leather bound Book that created strange happenings in the world, a Bow that shot arrows of flame, a Sword that let's its owner's hand at will, an Axe that flooded creatures with water, and finally, Rendheart, a blade crafted to kill one monster. Each one was set to lose the enchantment upon leaving Athera. But it was the last creation that brought light to the eyes of Hakorakov. His final creation would be a gift for the Suticans of Salvus, a portal made from red flames that would bring them back to their home. It seemed like this ghost would never be able to forge another item again. His hands would remain empty, without meaning. He had completely lost his foundry and all of his tools in his passion for helping Sutica. Finally, he realized he’d be left in a state of never ending suffering, unable to leave and unable to help, nor create. Empty was his soul and body. One day, during his slumber, a vision filled his mind of a Daemon, the Daemon of Craftsmanship and Innovation. Upon waking from his slumber, the ghost looked at his arms. Massive cuffs of gold lie on his forearms, starting at the wrist. Each cuff was masterfully crafted and each held beautiful gems across them. This was the signs of his Patronage to his new master. Hakorakov stepped out of his old foundry and flew off into the night to test what he could create.

Personality

Hakorakov is a strange being, and thus holds a personality to match such. He is generally emotionless- or seemingly emotionless whenever he speaks, though when he gets angry, he's not afraid to show it. His anger leads to pushing his magic to the max and ripping things apart at the seams. Now, this doesn't happen all too much because of his emotionless state. It also helps keep him from wanting to kill people as he simply doesn't care that much about mortals. When the being finds something he enjoys, then he may also go all out and abuse his magical powers to fit whatever it was he enjoyed. Hakorakov holds a strong enjoyment for both creating and destroying, though it isn't above his growing ate of the void, which is a product of a mage leading to his death as a mortal. He will refuse to light up his foundry or even consider helping a voidal mage- in most cases. This also means that he refuses to help put a voidal mage when he tries to reach his goal as he considers them unfit for his arts. If he does choose to help someone of non-void, then, he will appear to them inside of a forgotten forge and speak through twisted rhymes. They aren't really riddles as much as just rhymes that he speaks for fun. Along with this love for rhyming, he refuses to speak in any other way but rhyming.

Goals

Hakorakov has one major goal as a Patron. All he wants to do is forge. When it comes down to it, he will forge almost anything and he can forge almost anything. His neverending want to forge translates into how he interacts with mortals. The way he goes about this is by traveling into a forgotten forge and sitting there in wait for someone to stumble into it. As long as they aren't a voidal mage, Hakorakov will explode out of the rocks when they start to look around the forge. Next, he will order a random assortment of items from the person of people walking around and the first to gather them and toss them into his fires will gain an item. Hakorakov will look into their mind and the item that was first on their mind and turn it into reality. The created item's strength will be directly related to how difficult it was to gather the materials. After the creation of 5 items happens in his possessed forge, Hakorakov will take his leave and repeat the process over again.

Abilities

Hakorakov's Patronage gifted him much more magical power than when he was a simple ghost roaming the world. He holds complete control over his abilities, though in fits of rage of joy, he will let them explode outwards and almost reach the barrier of his abilities.

First, Hakorakov kept his magical form of fire and that is what brings him most of his strength. He is unable to interact with the physical world as a normal person could, so he opts to use telekinetic forces to control what he wants- also making him a powerful enemy should one make him willing to kill. This is also useful when he gets to forging as he can lift the tools and materials to make them move on their own.

To go with his flames, Hakorakov will sometimes turn from a bright red fire to a darker one. These flames burn black in color and bring a feeling of calm to its victims as it burns them away. Most of Hakorakov's terrifying abilities deal with these jet black flames. With them, he can create barriers or even warp people by making them sink into his fire and then having them unburn in another location.

Hakorakov's magical powers don't stop there as he also has some abilities that let him reach his magical goal. Upon possessing a forge, he gains complete control of it and is able to smith a maximum of 5 magical items from it before having to leave the forge behind. He does this through getting a list of 4 or 5 items brought to him and tossed into his blaze. A magical item will last for an elven week in most cases and will never be available for a voidal mage's use, because he hates them so much. Depending on the enchantment, the item could last years but only have one or two uses until the blessing disappears.

Making magic items is his creative side, though he is also known to create complexes, both massive and small, to fit what exactly he needs. Mostly he does this in his free time and destroys it soon after. That brings forth his other ability, destruction. As a being who loves to create, there is always a price to what he makes. That price is shown in him breaking apart the world around him to fit the size of his creations. This is why he requires a list of items be brought in order for him to make a magical item.

His power is limited, but not all that much. This is partly why Hakorakov doesn't decide to fight unless he is angered to the extreme. All of his abilities were gifted to him so he can complete his goal.

Current Location

Hakorakov's current location is unknown. He travels so much that it makes it almost impossible to track him. All that is known is that he has left the world of Athera.

Purpose

Hakorakov is a creature that I made during the Athera event and it seemed a lot of people had fun dealing with him as well as fighting him in the end of Athera. He is a being willing to make magical items for mortals to use, though they are event only items. For this reason, it helps ET come up with better and more powerful creatures for players to fight since they will have things to actually deal with them. This also helps make it so non-mages can get a spotlight during events instead of magical people taking it all up. You wanna spread the love.

Citation

I personally wrote all the lore in here, but I'd also like to thank the people who participated in Hakorakov's events as well as the lore team members who give me criticism on the first lore post I made about him. For kicks, I'll throw in screenshots of the event items handed out by Hakorakov

Hakorakov 2: Electric Boogaloo 

Xavis Ashwood would leave a new sword burred, blade down, in the sands around Sutica. A small ribbon tied around the handle of the sword. 

Hakorakov, Daemon of Creation and Destruction

Origin/Background

Unlike most Daemons, Hakorakov was not created during the creation. He started as a mortal human in the world known as Athera. His family was one of Smith's and he had a small foundry in Salvus, which he took control of once his parents passed on due to their mortal age. Young Hakorakov was an expert at craft, forging anything that came to his mind in the moment of its creation. He was quite different from most Smith's as he required strange items from the world in order for him to make anything of value, but when it was done, the item was masterfully crafted and fit exactly what the buyer wanted. Though this forging wasn't magical in nature, Hakorakov was truly an expert. During his later days, while he was forging a magnificent blade from black ferrum, a strange man jumped into his foundry. The man's eyes had a purple glow to them and before Hakorakov could blink, a shard of arcanism had pierced his heart. Dead, Hakorakov lie on the ground. His body remained there for a month before someone found him. A funeral was soon held and Hakorakov was buried under the center of the foundry he loved so much. His soul would come to possess the foundry, but it was far too late. That was the day that everyone left the loved land of Athera for a new one. Years.. decades.. and a century passed over the lands before a group of the new world came to Salvus- a trip that started at Arcas. Hakorakov, still wanting to forge showed his ghost self to a group in the foundry and with new found powers, he forged weapon after weapon for those who came. Rhymes twisted out of his throat, bending words to make people collect a list. A Sickle-Staff that grew trees, a Drum that created a wall of air, a Scythe that glowed with electricity, a leather bound Book that created strange happenings in the world, a Bow that shot arrows of flame, a Sword that let's its owner's hand at will, an Axe that flooded creatures with water, and finally, Rendheart, a blade crafted to kill one monster. Each one was set to lose the enchantment upon leaving Athera. But it was the last creation that brought light to the eyes of Hakorakov. His final creation would be a gift for the Suticans of Salvus, a portal made from red flames that would bring them back to their home. A hum of words left his emotionless mouth: "Destruction Breeds Creation." It was this moment that the Creator finally took notice of this being, who, even after death, was dedicated to his art. Though never again would he forge a weapon if nothing was done. He'd be a ghost bound to the walls of a broken foundry. Upon the Suticans taking their leave, so would Hakorakov, taking the hand of the Creator and ascending to become an Daemon. The Destruction of his life and foundry, lead to the Creation of his Daemonic form. The Destruction of the materials people brought to him, lead to the Creation of powerful weapons. The Destruction of some Sutican and other lives, lead to the Creation of his portal.

Realm

Hakorakov's want for creation is what gave way to a new realm when he became an Daemon. This magnificent world, known only by the name "The Foundry," is never ending and very dangerous. At the center of the infinite world, Hakorakov sits with his forge and tools. When a Creation of his is finished, it gets sent to a random location in The Foundry. Though he is unable to create something out of nothing, so he looks around his world and breaks things down to just their materials to remake something new. This single fact makes the realm a dangerous one. At any point in time, the ground below could simply give way, crumbling into dust so a new mountain could be crafted. Other strange phenomena also happen in this world because of his never ending urges. Entrance into this realm can be quite simple, yet difficult at the same time. When a smith dies and is buried under their forge, it is said that a portal will open during that night to let the smith escape into The Foundry. Only during this time may others enter the Foundry, but to escape, one must either wait for a new portal to open, or for Hakorakov to let them through to the mortal realm.

Following

Hakorakov's followers usually don't know that they are followers of him. Those who he considers followers are all who create or destroy. As long as something is created or destroyed by someone, then Hakorakov will gaze down upon them. Only his most devout followers, those who perform major creation, artisans, those who perform major destruction, murders, or those who actually know and praise Hakorakov. Only his greatest followers will ever receive gifts from Hakorakov, though they usually come with a cost. It is quite rare to even receive one of Hakorakov's gifts. His voice, emotionless, will speak in the mind of whoever is to receive one of his gifts and give them a list of no less than 4 items. The difficulty of the items he asks for directly related to how powerful the item will be once created. The way he speaks his list is through rhyming his words and twisting their meaning.

Present Day

In the present day, Hakorakov remains up in his realm. He sees through a mirror he magically created in his realm and views those who destroy and create and when they do so. From time to time, he will show himself in random forges, appearing as a figure made from flames, standing within a blaze. Generally, he shows up as red flames, but on occasion he will burn a midnight colored fire and his eyes will be bright red. Silently, he judges who to give his gifts to. When he is not watching, his hands are busy creating and destroying his realm.

OOC Purpose

The main purpose of this was to give LOTC something from one of my events, and to show off a new Faemon that can possibly be used in different events. It would be nice to see a truly "neutral" kind of Daemon in the realm that will make beautiful creations and destroy once beautiful things. This being can give way to amazing ideas, and interesting rp with people because of his two big wants. I had played this character in an event and people seemed to have good fun talking with him and interacting with his brilliant foundry, so something more from him could come from this.

Citations

The Lore was made completely by Meteor Dragon, aka me, but I’d also like to thank everyone who participated in the events with Hakorakov. Just for the kicks, I’ll throw in some items that the being made, in a spoiler:

The creature known as Televor starts laughing to himself, driving dagger after dagger into his own flesh, letting blood stream across the ground below him. Where he was- no one knew. His dark voice, one that shook the air and filled it with his natural aura of dread, spoke out to himself ”Oh look how they fail to notice the true me, AGAIN. Even after the pain I caused them, they do not listen. Alecath.. your gifts will make he force them to feel pain.” His head would nod a few times as he listens to the voices in his head. ”Leave? Why must we leave Arcas?” A frown crosses the man’s face, under his mask, as he stands up. ”Well then.. they will never know the truth. Perhaps we will return.. Master Alecath” With that, Televor was gone from Arcas.

Guidance is more than just bringing new players around. Most of mine comes from taking people's tickets. I am by far not the one who does the most player guidance- which is sad. Though when I guide people, I go to the racial nations first(unless they name something in their bio), then of no one is there I try to take them to a place that I know a lot of their race hangs around. Also, some of the actual guidance logs are shown twice on the data for nations because we may take someone to more than one place. Thank you for coming to my TED talk

Edit: I checked the data and there are 109 Guidance Logs and 19 Settlement Visits. Also, not every new player gets guidance because they don't make a ticket, or we miss when they log on

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