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  1. A certain spectral resident recalls their own transformation into a cat.. Perhaps this will be fun!
  2. 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!"
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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."
  6. 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."
  7. 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..
  8. 10/10 service in the Iblees van, would go again
  9. 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.
  10. 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.
  11. 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.
  12. 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.
  13. 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!
  14. 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.
  15. IGN: Lapidary Rpname: Celeste Activity requirement: head of Hefruum recollector caste; Hefruum Candidate: Levian'Tol Grandaxe
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  17. hyehhyehheyeyeeheheeh Are you secretly three magenta gremlins in weird robes?
  18. Aldith began to run as fast as he feet could carry her in the direction of Fenn
  19. MC-Name: Angeliqz Character-Name: Fiyem'sapf Ashwood Age: 26 Race: Mali'ker Hometown: Vira'ker Goals: To better myself through skill and dedication. Requested Role: Scout Discord: Angelics#6474
  20. <3 I hope you get accepted my dude
  21. Angeliqz

    Angeliqz

    Ismen has spent the majority of her life in the same place, however many travelers have passed through her residence in Rosenyr. At the age of four, a traveling bard passed through, dazzling the young child with their talents and skills. Ismen fell in love with the art of music, in fact, she wanted nothing more than to learn for herself how to create such beautiful melodies. Each time a musician would pass through, she would beg them to learn their trade, however she was often refused. At the age of eight, her mother died giving birth to her younger sister. She took this hard, spending a year without speaking, silently praying to the creator to protect her family. In her mind she could think of nothing but protecting her family, in the best way she could think of. After the year passed, she discovered blue orchids growing around her home, and took this as a sign of protection. The older Ismen grew, the more she wanted desperately to learn the trade. She found herself with a knack for poetry, which soon became a longing to write music. Most of her poems held grievance within them, missing no one more than her mother. She wanted to find success in the world, and give her family something to be proud of. When Ismen had finally reached the age of 18, tragedy struck. A fire in the middle of a storm, Ismen lost both her father and younger sister in the flames. If she had been inside, she would not have survived. Though before such a tragedy had left her distraught, this only fueled her need to make something of herself. Her only weapons a pen and paper, Ismen now plans to travel to Carolustadt, hoping that maybe she can find a teacher.
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