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A certain spectral resident recalls their own transformation into a cat.. Perhaps this will be fun!

A hyper-excited Flick bounds across the roads upon reading the missive! "Hahhaa! I knew they was'n dead! Th'starlight folk rise again!" They rub their hands together. "Jus' you wait!"

Somewhere in a distant land, the earth begins to churn. An ancient wrath, wrought upon years of Kortrevich wrong strikes a hand through to the air, sunken eyes observing upon a desolate location. Perhaps, for some time the spirits of the past have rested peacefully. In good faith, they have cast from this plane in fear- and in satisfaction. No longer A bull stained red: the ancient spirit of Kortrevich walks again. Soon, as the clouds meet the rooftops in anguish, it will arrive to scour the land and make dues done with age-old vengeance.

I've always been in favor of freebuild maps, and building far away from roads feels like eliminating potential for a lot of very interesting rp. (Guilds, caravans etc.) I'm in favor of letting people build on roads full force, as long as they meet build requirements. Seriously, freebuild might not seem as clean but the rp potential is wonderful in my experiences from Atlas and I'd like to see it again.

Oh wow I hate the ocean thanks guh

A cackle rings throughout the fallen city, a voice filled with malice as it sings with the joy upon such a death. "Ohh, starchild.." It snickers, looming beside the throne room. The place of his untimely demise. "You were lucky, to pass on so 'valiantly'.. I ought to have killed you myself."

From the top of an unfamiliar tower, an armored figure pressed a gauntleted hand to their visor with a cackle. "What a turn'a events! I guess the lands of Almaris really are falling apart! As I recall it, I watched the princess and her people risk their lives for you, Amathea." They snicker. "The lands of Almaris grow further divided. Let's see how long they can blame it on us before the world falls to pieces."

From the ruins, a curious spectre watched in silence. Unseen, their gaze passed over the thousands of Mori and their insectoid soldiers as they filed in and ransacked the city. Shops were set alight, a few poor souls taken and the square littered with the bodies of the fallen. Perhaps, they thought, these battles would bring them a new friend? After all, we love meeting new revenants..

Flick! I wanna know what song my ghost seems like :)

I can't wait to go to AAAAAAAA

10/10 service in the Iblees van, would go again

Celia'nor is a pure nation of Mali'thill untouched by dark influences and full of pure of blood high elves. Nothing has ever gone wrong in Celia'nor, and nothing ever will.

Somewhere in the depths of the druidic lands, an elfess leans herself back into the doorway of her home, squinting at the missive as it threatens to whip away in the wind. With a squint, a chuckle- and the faintest of wry smiles she stuffs it into her pocket and hoists up her spear. A visit is now in order.

A ghostly figure watches quietly from the tavern, murmuring to themselves as yet another body is laid upon the Celia'nor doorstep. There it is- another face, another presence so abruptly ripped away from the world. "Maybe.. She will escape the soulstream too?" It theorizes quietly to itself, fingers tapping on the windowsill. Maybe, there was chance for a new friend.. Though, they doubted Rosina would wish to see their face, the idea brought them some calm. Still, a new crack forms along the wall of the tavern, signifying the loss of yet another life.