Angeliqz

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.

A lone blue figure rested upon the tavern windowsill. Watching, waiting for a sign. Had he gone on a trip? Some excursion, a mission perhaps? The empty tavern was dull, lacking of life without such a familiar face. Perhaps if they waited a bit longer, they might see him at the gate..

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.

Audition Form: Name: Flick Mc Name: Angeliqz Discord: Angelics#6474

Shards of ceramics cover the Celia'nor tavern, a seething ghost standing in the second floor window. There was so much they didn't know- they had just been looking for him.. The ghost grasps something in their hand, hurling it at the square with as much force as they could muster until the item shatters upon the stone. A gift- though not like he would need it anymore.

Could use an update with emote count requirements on each spell, but I love this! I feel like I've been waiting for years to get to use my rock knowledge irp. +1 all the way!

A peaceful presence watches over the nursery, as le Gardien du Kortrevich swears once more to god that they shall protect these children with every piece of their existence. The figure presses a clenched fist to their chest, unseen by the other inhabitants of the nursery as they place a silent blessing over the sleeping infants.

IGN: Lapidary Rpname: Celeste Activity requirement: head of Hefruum recollector caste; Hefruum Candidate: Levian'Tol Grandaxe

Solus stared down at the missive, a surge of guilt building in her chest. "Something's happening to Elvenesse, and I don't like it.." she muttered.

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Solus curls herself into a ball in bed, her eyes squeezed shut tight. "****.. Now you've done it.."

[ ! ] Due to the sudden disappearance of the Jewelry Merchant in Rosebud Market, the property was cleared out. It seemed she had vanished without bothering to pack, though the woman’s loyal canine was not present either. Through the process, a steward discovered a letter, that of which had been wax-sealed shut and stuck to the wall. This steward, though knowing not to pry, took a moment to read the carefully folded document. The contents have since been transcribed for all to read, a message from the merchant to the populous. A letter to the people of Reza, and all those who have visited, For nearly thirty years I have lived here, in this strange and yet beautiful city. I am but a merchant, but it has been grand to watch time pass by in a place such as this. I have watched a generation and a half grow up, and find themselves at peace. I have seen a great king come and go, and watched brilliant young minds flourish. The people in this city have accepted me as I am, without second thought or judgement, and given me such respect that I can only hope to return. My time in Reza has been wonderful, and I wish to say a thank you to all who have treated me with kindness. To experience what I have seen is a gift, and one I have enjoyed thoroughly. Despite times where I have felt enclosed, I know that the city of Reza is one where all can find friendship. I have found it to be my turn to grow old now, a few fleeting years to still enjoy the comforts of this city. I have loved all the time I have spent here. May the kingdom of Haense continue to thrive as it always has, along with all its lovely people. With much sincerity, Isla. (Though Paisley as many of you know me.) (( 🙂

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