Lapidary

Orion scanned the letter, and grit his teeth glowering down at what he had just read. She couldn't be serious, had they really killed Scrisa? It was pinched tight between two fingers as the centurion came to mutter, "You don't **** with the Lurinite family. Something must be done."

The era of prosperity on LOTC has ended

A lone Centurion salutes the work of the Lurinite forces in removing darkspawn from the underground.

The Lurin lighthouse is occupied, now.. As the warning has been passed along by those who bore witness to this tragedy, a figure keeps watch over the ocean. Waiting should the tide suddenly turn.

Lapidary Orion 71655

How long do you think you'll continue to play on LOTC? Has the addiction taken hold yet?

Things like the SS pillar system, the vanishing?? CRP thing and all sorts of other items might be really confusing to new players.

CLOSED

Hello! I am looking for someone who'd like to play a new character but doesn't want to start as a small child. Need a player for a female dark elven teenager. Preferably someone who thinks they'll play them a decent amount. Comes with a skin, estranged family connections and a semi-traumatic backstory if you're feeling fresh. Send me a message on discord if you're interested! Character should be between ages 14-18, wherever suits your fancy. Again, COMES WITH A SKIN Discord: angelics

Signatory of Region: Gotrek Union User: Lapidary Persona name: Naltanarie Persona ID: #83724

"Perhaps if I had more time..." A painting of Hans' loyal canine, Cardinal It is not often that life in Almaris is taken by illness nor by age, though it seems for the lineage of Alstreim one is so lucky to die a more peaceful death. His things set aside in his now abandoned room, left for his remaining family along with a more private letter. After surviving thanium poisoning and shamanic curses for much of his life, the now grown-old Hans Lorenz von Alstreim was taken without warning. Succumbing to his ailments at last, the elder Alstreim left behind the copies of a letter that upon reading seem to have been written in frustration. Perhaps, this letter is important? It sits quietly upon the ground just outside your home, drifting in the wind across the road- all reaches of the continent with scattered copies of a final message. Whether this letter was written just before his passing or some time ago remains unclear, though his signature is left emblazoned upon the bottom, signed in clarity. ((I ask now that, out of character, you do not use the contents of this letter to start any sort of villainous roleplay nor against me oocly. I have reached a point where I do not think I could stand it, and I do not want to make life any more difficult for Meleutherius. I cannot stop you, but take my request as you will.)) If you read on, it begins: Amor etiam in morte, virtus etiam in ignavia Hans Lorenz von Alstreim @Tigergiri @Ramon @LithiumSedai @Fireheart @ScoutTheWitch

Celeste'Tol Blackroot scans over the missive from beside Mao. "Ah can onleh wish teh bes' ef luck. Teh future ef Hefrumm looks good."

Luana gazes at the painting with a light smile, a sleeping Esfir still held in her arms. "I will be on babysitting duty even more then, I see." She hummed, cradling the snoozing Kortrevich.

Celeste'Tol began her work again in the fields, tending to the cattle and the lands. Though not as tough as iron, a forest dwarf has leather to get made, and hungry bellies to fill. She hooked her till into the ground with a grunt, dragging it back along the soil to split it open. With a light smile, the dwed took care to imagine that said dirt was Philip III's face. "Bloodstained grounds grow teh best wheat.." The dwedess chuckled, hooking her till into another section of soil.

Not many things had ever caused the dwarfess grief. Her mother's disappearance had brought some amount of tears, but this felt different. Something was different here, a friend she had made just more than a century ago. In dwarven terms it was hardly that long, but Gildroc's praise was one she had to earn, and as such the loss was altogether more painful. A solemn Celeste'Tol Blackroot knelt beside the shrine of Dungrimm, a small collection of incense sticks set into a jar of gold dust. The dwarfess lit them with a small flicker on her fingertips, grey heavy smoke slowly billowing down to cover the stone below. "Yeh di'nae have teh do this, yeh knowh..." A soft, though strained voice pulled itself from the grieving dwed. "But ahm sure et's teh way yeh would rather go, makin a grand display ef et all. A showmaster tae teh end..." A small plunk of water upon stone as a tear dripped from her cheek. "May Dungrimm's halls treat yeh well, Gildroc.."

The High Chief could only hope it hadn't been her fault. She knew, of course, the most likely cause for leave- the fateful time, in the depths of malflame and chaos. "May Anbella guide yeh, Boreh.." The dwed planted her offering above Anbella's shrine, muttering a prayer. Perhaps Bori would come back someday, she was unsure if he still lived, but maybe there was still a chance. With a hint of druidic energy, a small sapling took root above the path of the gods, soon to offer shade to dwarves making the mountain journey.

Unaware of Dorumnir's fate, Celeste found herself knelt once more at Anbella's shrine, gazing up in silent sorrow. It seemed all too often that friends and family would just.. Disappear... Drawing a bottle and some wooden sticks from her side, she placed them within and flickered to light the wooden ends, a small offering in hopes that this lost soul might one day come home.

A young boy, hardly six scanned across the letter his father had left on his desk. Hans von Alstreim mumbled to himself, a hand moving to grip the collar of his ever-present canine as he recalled the penance walk. "Cardinal," he spoke to the dog beside him. "We muzt never do wrong lyke that, ja?" Another thought crossed him, the boy caught for a moment in a vision of his own. What if he had done wrong? It caused a mild shake to think of himself ragged and walking like Otto. "We zhould study the zcript more.. I think I might be Gott-fearing and man-fearing."

Man I would love a cursed diadem going around +1 this would start awesome rp

Celeste'Tol Snorted "Loike ah brother es gonneh get 'urt.. Nae, t'is bounteh es bullshoite. Ah 'ope teh Archdrui see teh same.."

A dwarven woman offered a snort to the letter, swiping it to the side in her pile of paperwork. "Focken 'ell.. T'ere's ah conflict an teh umreh cannae wait teh claim et 'eretical an shoite.. Ohh nae, ah nae follow yer shoite 'ttempt at fait'.." Celeste shifted a hand to the lightning bolt charm that hung around her neck, clasping it for a few moments tight. "..Ah 'ope tey nae star'ed ah war alreadeh wit'out meh.. T'is es gonnae beh wun 'ell ef ah grudge.."

A small boy watched from his bedroom window, wrapped tightly in one of his father's spare robes. It was difficult to see quite clearly, though a flickering lantern passing over the hill brought his attention from his toys. Josef Rohan gazed on from within the barony as the light moved slowly by, scurrying to the balcony of his bedroom. He could see only the faintest glow of the figure's face, though it caused the child to scurry back in a rush..! Josef raced back off the balcony and into the barony, shouting. "Mamej! Ea saw the boogieman!

Celeste'Tol Blackroot scanned through the missive, a small frown crossing her face, though it was not in any distaste. "Urguan an et's people are soh scattered, weh need teh bring our kin back teh prepare.. Ahll need teh discuss our standin' in teh next meetin'." The high chief set the missive aside, adding another scribbled note for the next Hefrumm meeting.

[!] Upon the 18th of The Amber Cold, a letter is delivered to each of those dwelling within Hefruum, though many lay scattered about The Election of Hefrumm's 10th High Chief, SA-45 ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᛁᛚᛞᚱᛖᚾ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᚨᚾᛒᛖᛚᛚᚨ Da dwedmar eron Hefruth, upon the stepping-down of last High Chief Qrue Grasswhistle, present an election for the new High Chief of Hefrumm. All those that reside in Hefrumm are requested to vote for the start of the new forest dwarf age. The following Candidates are listed below. -=X=- - Celeste'Tol Blackroot - - Buske Silvervein - [!] The name has been crossed out ((Buske is no longer a Candidate)) - Mao Blackroot - -=X=- Please submit your vote soon, the election will end in Two Stone days. We wish luck to all of our candidates. Hefruth nûf aina’haritz ((OOC: Submit your votes Here! https://forms.gle/8D7qsmmzEK2ade9U6))

𝓓𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 '𝓷 𝓣𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 Tira othok'koss anarmar, yno'ka'az rullok, yoth korth ath yno'yemka yoth tira'geron Use your hands, he said, for they are meant for working -=- The dwed of Urguan have long been known for their craftsmanship, though even between ourselves we may not know all. Just as Yemekar once did, our mortal bones were forged and fingers sewn to follow in our creator’s footsteps. It is in our blood to craft and create, though perhaps just as much as to drown in hearty drink. With such said, I invite all those who follow to join us in Hefruum for drinking and tinkering, an event to fill the tavern with laughter and enjoyment. Bring your friends and your kin to enjoy a lesson in craftsmanship. A secret Hefruum specialty brew will be served, and a lesson will be given in a craft, be it Hefruum’s wooden works, or Urguan’s skill in metal, come and join us for a grand time. The gathering will be held in the Sugary *** Tavern within Dol’Anym (Hefruum). This year’s lesson will be taught by Celeste’Tol Blackroot on the art of woodcarving, specifically detailing for your craftsmanship. Supplies will be provided at the event, so just make sure to bring your working hands! Dinner will be served for those in attendance after the lesson, at the Wooden Mountain Inn below the tavern. All food will be provided, though extra drinks are available for purchase. Stays at the inn will be discounted for the event, only two minas per person per night. OOC: The event will be held in Hefruum’s tavern on Sunday, September 26th. It will start at 2:00PM EST. Bring your friends!