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Amazing tracks, good luck

As the Keong was laid to rest, there was a single figure running about in the forests behind Haense. A young, stout figure frolicked alone, sending a kick into a ball an old friend had given him. It was sent up into the air, and the boy broke into a sprint, turning upon a heel and catching it within a sudden backpedal. They cheered silently, a crowd of carved lumber that were neatly set down in a long line on a moss-ridden log. He'd continue his part, until he was called. As was promised.

+1 yeah dude !!!!!

harmless way to make characters feel cooler but i think the rarity should be upped from 90-100 to 98-100 while an ST is watching (the ROLL not the FTB) i dont like the fact that they can still connect to dark magics though

mug moment

So, that time has come. This too, I have foreseen. With clipping of Her wings, my blood shall clash with another's. Do you, too, think about me? Perhaps not. The Dark Lord rests within his seat, a chilling air curling around his pale, frail body. The only sound accompanying the forest around him was the subtle creak of his wheelchair as it slumped against the slanted stone platform. Wait a little longer. I am coming for you.

The Dark Lord jams out.

Elimar glanced around within that forgotten shack, a few miles off of Haense - a hovel that had been covered in snow, were it not for the ice clinging the stone together it would have fallen a long time ago. His head quickly whipped around as a pool of snow fell out from the roof. Then, the sound of some sort of primate. The young boy quickly stood up, swallowing as he drew closer to the doorway, looking around. "H-Hello?" A loud rumbling came from the back of the shack as a small black collection of soot rolled out from the chimney, causing Elimar to fall back in a yelp. "AAIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!" He screeched, holding up his arms to cover his face. After a long moment, he'd peek over his arms, watching two glowing orbs form upon the figure, who quickly stood to approach him. "I can't give you a book! My grandmother will fire me!" She told the boy, who tilted his head in response. Moliana quickly glanced over her shoulder, chewing the inside of her cheek. "You can stay so long as you look around." The young girl told him, bringing herself down into the storage. Hearing a thud upon that trapdoor, she'd quickly move back up the ladder - only to find it locked. "H-Hey! Open up!" She quickly slammed her fist upon the door, which had served to be a new seat for the mischievous Qard. - "You need a name? I'll call you.. Trout! A fine name." Elimar said. "You can't remember your name? Well.. you like books, right? Booker's a good name." Moliana said. - A loud crunch sounded from the apple as Elimar bit into the fruit, looking off towards the sky. "Listen, Trout.. I need to figure out what I need to do. I've been trying to get Karosgrad II going, but my family just says it's an immature dream. Do you think you can help me become a knight?" He asked, offering his pinky to the Qard. "Make me a pinky-promise." She stated, grasping Qard's head and forcing him to turn head to her. The boy quickly nodded. "M'kay! M'kay!" "You can't remember a thing.. but promise to never forget me.. okay?" Moliana lifted her pinky finger to him, to which he quickly wrapped around his own. "Promise, I do!" Qard met her concern with a bout of laughter, swinging around upon a heel thereafter. - "M-Moliana?" Elimar widened his eyes as Qard spoke his mind, beads of sweat travelling down his brow. "You really think she likes me?" "Elimar?" Moliana's cheeks quickly flushed, nearly dropping the bag of flour as she prepared a cake for Qard. "W-Well..." - Elimar lifted Qard up into the air. "I was chosen. Trout!" He erupted into laughter, spinning around with the boy in his arms. "I did it!" The spirit lifted his hands up into the air, laughing with Elimar. Moliana hummed a soft lullaby for Qard as he slept nearby, patting his head. "Don't worry, Booker. I'll care for you until you get better." - "Grown up, you are. Need me anymore, you don't." Qard told Elimar as he watched him forge that plain, dented ring. He swung his legs back and forth, watching Elimar grow silent. "We need some time away. To think about this decision." The tall demon told Moliana, ichor dripping from his emerald hands. - ₪ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩? 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘹. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵... 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. In the present, a young spirit's tears echoed through the forest. He cried louder than any that day, dropping the newsletter in his hands. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

ofc my bro

I liked the read but I have a few questions/concerns Are STs able to give you the full layout of any item, including player-signed? If that's the case for player-signed, Story Team shouldn't be handling whether or not you find out (for example) who an assassin is, only the player in question. Ofc I may have just misread The redline in this one is appreciated but a Charade should be explicitly given a size/height limit. Not talking about the AOE either, just the general look of your aesthetic. The freeform and versatile aspect of this write up for seers is great but it really seems easily abusable by people who know what they're doing. I genuinely think in one way or another some abuse is gonna slip under your nose with this one. I think aesthetics should be given general redlines such as the fact that you can't have them be something super complex, since I can see someone justifying that their aesthetic as a glorified voidal illusion spell, but again I could be wrong. Versatility is a boon and a curse in lore because you always have to take a risk in whether or not you'll allow it, and the more available the lore the higher the risk IMO. This should be in line with the seer's aesthetic rather than just a general thing. To give you a suggestion on this as the lore writer of Djinn; the Djinn should choose whether they can choose from a translucent image of their Third Phase, Second Phase, or past incarnations (the mortal form of their past personas) would be neat. I genuinely don't see the rare opportunity of a djinn and seer coming together for a reading of all things LOL Personally don't see the need for the ST sign. Seems like easy auction house bait. You can easily say in the description what it does and that it falls in line with everything in that specific spell of Seers of Vaasek lore. Don't know if I'm reading this wrong but i think it's weird for them to be able to turn someone else invisible too I'm not sure how scrying used to be but my personal experiences with it were just limited to 'Can I metagame you or no? I have a lore approved camera' so it's a really good improvement from what it used to be imo I'm probably misinterpreting the purpose of this spell but I genuinely can't see this spell being used in good faith even if given OOC consent. That just might be my paranoia though. I'd add a redline saying that if a person is being guarded, you can't try to scry and object on them such as the sword they wield or a hat they wear to try and loophole the guard/kidnapper's right to OOC consent. Suggestion: An altar can't be directly near another altar made by the same seer. Would just loophole its POV. I think this spell is incredibly broken and overpowered. Just because something isn't combative doesn't mean it can't be completely busted. The amount of output necessary to forge an illusion over an entire continent is insane, not to mention the fact that because it's so freeform any group (so long as they are allied to seers) can use this to their advantage. The timing is also important as well, so long as you get ST approval you can basically do whatever you want whenever you want on the map in a grandiose illusion that's the size of a celestial body so long as you complete the aforementioned prerequisite with no semblance of consequence? This isn't a spell used to 'craft a miracle', it's a spell that can be abused by cliques to get what they want out of people that have no choice to believe it or else they're metagaming. The prophetic branch of this spell is just as bad. Don't forget that players will always have a choice in this, and if they know OOCly that they aren't obligated to follow this, they won't - it'll give your group's ideals a good mention but it's basically suggestive brainwashing (with again, little to no limitations so long as you have the numbers and approval). The main thing about this spell that bothers me is the fact that unlike most if not all of the abilities in here, due to its confrontational nature you can't actively fight against it. I mean, it's even a redline that a prophecy HAS to perceived as real or you're breaking lore. I cannot see this being used to further RP for the benefit of both parties in any sort of situation whatsoever. I'm genuinely not pointing any fingers but speaking as a Story Team member, the fact that this also depends on a single ST's decision regardless if they're Lore Team or Event Team ((from what I'm guessing)) is also insane. You're basically giving any member of the team whether or not they're directly a part of a seer's clique (again, not pointing fingers, just giving a hypothetical) the power to enable this without any sort of limitation. If it were me, I'd flat out remove the existence of this spell. In my genuine opinion it's a far cry from the master class quality of spells and RP opportunities this lore offers. Fantastic spell, especially love the emphasis on the possibility of losing yourself to your mask. I'd personally suggest limiting the number of active guises to one, and if a guise is destroyed/cast away it cannot be created again. All in all an amazing post, Zarsies. You're an awesome writer and your creativity (and of course that of everyone else involved) really shines here. Please don't take my gripes personally, I don't mean it to be. Please hit me up if I've made any mistakes in my criticisms, and apologies in advance if I have made a mistake.

TO YOU, MY FORLORN DREAM ━━━━━━━━━┛ ๑ ┗━━━━━━━━━ 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦 𝘈 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 Dark Dael quietly sat straight after admiring his own words, resting his pen far from the papyrus he had just scribed upon. He looked up across the isles of Elvenesse, the place where had he remained for many years, and surveyed the seafoam climbing across the pale green waters that covered her beaches. Taking the scent of salt and seashells into his nostrils, a hand lofted forth to reach for his drink, but to his surprise there were two. He had not remembered taking two, and they were both in identical glasses; the first held a clear liquid, most likely water, and the second was further away from him. A muddled and bubbly concoction, which held the scent of freshly brewed liquor that had just escaped the confines of its oak barrel. He opted to press his stomach against the stout table, reaching for the drink farthest to him. The man quietly drank, until the glass had been emptied. Retrieving himself from the velvet pillow he was sitting on, he'd take up a coat that was further down the table. A coat of woven of hickory-colored elven silks with a golden floral pattern. Underneath were black robes, and further beneath those were thin red ones, tied together with white cloth around his waist. His large, baggy leggings were azure, leggings that sometimes dragged against the bottom of his sandals. Everytime that happened, he'd think to himself of cutting the fabric but could never remember to do so until the next time it had happened again. Then, he'd reach down for his katana, carrying it by the sheathe as he began to walk. The path of dirt he followed was splotched with leaf-shaped shadows from the trees above, a blur here and there as something avian passed overhead. The Lord looked about as he walked as if he expected something to come out of the nearby undergrowth, blinking rapidly whenever the sun would hit his eyes. "It is a good day for a walk." He uttered to himself, craving the sound of his own voice over the repeated chimes of a bird and the cracking of twigs. A few minutes later, a half-eaten fruit would drop in his path. He'd reach over with his cane and prod at it, examining the small bite marks before looking up, seeing a crowd of primates clinging to the branches above. Three of them, each looking to span across different stages in their lives. Watching them start to leave his presence after he sent them a glare, for whatever reason, brought upon passing memories. The boy wiped away the peach's juice from his cheeks as he watched the guards prepare their helms and lining up in front of their superior, sitting upon the rooftop of the tavern he lived in. He was no more than five, bandages wrapped around his head that caused his overgrown curls to flock up in a pillar of orange hair. A nest of dirt that matched the grime covering the left side of his nose. A loud yell that echoed throughout the city square almost made him fall over the railings. "Dael'ran Reed Morgaine!" A woman called out, glaring up at him from below. The guards turned head, talking amongst themselves as the boy grasped onto the nearby flagpole, his mother watching him slide down without much concern. At the moment his worn shoes hit the ground, he felt her tugging at his ear, yelping out in pain and dropping the fruit in his hand. Her words did not last long, but they got the message across, eventually walking down the road with her so that they could enter her workplace, the clinic. The boy glanced over his shoulder with curiosity lining his bright eyes, watching the knights cross blades in their training. "Mhm. He's a lot of trouble, this one.." Due to her lack of a right, the boy had to always keep to his mother's left so that he could hold her hand whilst she conversed with her mentor, the head doctor. "I swear, those hands of his were made for climbing." She said with some irritance in her tone, but she thoughtfully squeezed his hand. By the time the sun had travelled a quarter's way down the horizon the Lord of Edenia had made his way to the city of Elvenesse. The sky had turned a dim orange, its light causing the wheat fields to glow, or so it seemed. Taking a right and off through those fields, strands of stray grass and petals blew past him. He had made it, to a pile of forgotten rubble. A mass of stone that had eroded due to circumstance and a lack of care, not a single feature of what was once there still present. Nevertheless, he looked up as if the statue's gaze was still down upon him, gripping upon their falchion of cobble with both hands. The man remained like this, hunched and leaning over his ebony walking stick. A few minutes that felt like a good hour had passed, and the man took a seat. "I'm going to die soon, my friend. My era has long since passed, if you could call it mine." Dael said, grasping his legs with his hand and forcing them to cross. "Where did it go wrong? I've begun to reminisce. From the days of old I spent with my mother to the time I donned this accursed blade." Taking his katana by the sheathe, he'd allow it to rest in-between him and the debris. "I know well of a blade's burden now.. heavy, it is. But merely a fraction of the courage you held in your sheathe. For me, it's only darkness." The man fell silent, and so did the life around him. The wilds became serene and clear, even the winds having softened their whistling. His fingers reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, hunching forward. "Before I passed, I at least wanted to amend the wrongs I have committed. I search, but there still be no sign of the Ring's presence within this land." Dael returned his attention forward, his hand falling to his knee. "They say they can extend my life. My seers. My council. Tubes of blood and muck, filling this body with horror to turn me into what I should've been, they say. Should I take this opportunity?" "I'm always like this. Pondering over graves. To think I've become the very people I used to mock in my youth, bumbling old fools who cannot shake their specters from their heads." Dael said. "I have had dreams." He spared not a moment in-between his sentences. "I see a new world, a new era, from a youthful view. I wish to continue in this path. Will you watch over me, Vu-..?" Dark Dael had not the energy to stand up at such a quick pace anymore, merely turning his head as a figure soon arrived. He had not heard him coming, it was if the man had materialized a few paces behind him. Slowly, Dael reached for the hilt of his weapon, the very blade he cursed a few moments prior. Yet, as his fingers grazed the hilt, the stranger sat down next to him. His legs crossed as well, and the Lord looked to him in silence, his hand turning away from the handle. It was a young elf, ordained with many forms of jewelry and a curved circlet of gold around his head. Beads lined his black hair, and his body was thin and barely toned. Black paint mark his lower-eyelids, similar to Dael's red markings. He stared for a moment longer before looking forward, and the two sat in silence for a while before the stranger let himself be the first to speak. "I know you." He said. What was he talking about? Dael thought. He was usually the first to know someone. "Do you?" Dael returned, neither of them turning their heads to look at each other. "Of course. You are the one that tends to this place. You polish each rock, making sure none leave their place. An undisturbed, broken thing." The stranger uttered in a swift, kind tone. Dael could not sense a hint of malice in it. "You knew him, then?" Dael asked. "I did." Answered the stranger. "How did you know him?" The stranger asked in return to Dael's own query, to which he responded with; "We were friends." He kept it short, now just wondering if this odd elf had heard the words he spoke aloud to the broken statue. The elf lowered his head. "My condolences. Losing a friend is hard." Dael sighed at the stranger's words. "It's fine. It was a long time ago. How did you know him..?" The Lord trailed off as he looked to the elf, his brow raising in curiosity as he met face-to-face with a specter of gold, those eyes staring back at him tenfold. With a tilt of his head, he asked. ".. Don't I.. who are you?" "You can't dream forever." AND TO YOU, MY ACCURSED DREAMER ━━━━━━━━━┛ ₪ ┗━━━━━━━━━ "He won't dream forever." The aged figure stated, watching as Dark Dael stirred within the trunk of the tree his body had fused within - plates of prismarine steel binded to his frame like armor, tattered red cloth around his head. The leaves were almost spent, a tree that bore no fruit, not even a single flower or bud. Its wood curved and stretched in the shape of agitated corpses wrought of maple and oak, old wood and new, twisting and turning until their hands grasped at the Dark Lord, keeping him bound to this prison. "I am quite aware." Said another figure bound within his own tree, but he did not stir. The elf seemed to embrace it, being held in the shape of wooden shells and curving roots. The realm that they were in was a realm unlike any other. A world of mountains, tall and strong. Small spirits travelled upon clouds, passing by pegasi and dragons. The stars that began to show as night fell held multiple hues, an array of color that reflected off of the clear waters offering to the flowers and fruit trees that grew all around. Upon the tallest spire were where those twin trees sat, binding Dael and that elf in each. in-between them that figure paced, deep in thought and troubled by such. "If I have to stay like this for much longer.. we will all surely be ruined. I shall rectify it with time." Said the beast, opting to soon fix a faceless helm over Dael's head. His long, orange hair shrunk back within its metal, sprouting out in a single tail of white hue. "The day is coming. This Lord's death. He does not belong here. He too, shall fade with the end of a new era."

how can you say that when you used to own one

Thoughts on me bro? How was your day? What is your favorite source of inspiration for your RP, if you have any? What is one of your funniest moments of RP? Favorite Qard and Molia moment? If there's one thing about the server that you'd change, can be ANYTHING and let's say it works efficiently, what would you change?

I read the sign. I just chose to ignore it.

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This event is no longer open, but the post will stay here in case someone would like to go back and read it. [!] One might've seen a slithering shadow against the moon's light, or perhaps a hard breeze against a calm morning. Nonetheless, rumors had begun to spread across Almaris, to those willing to listen in. ━━━━━━━━┛ 回 ┗━━━━━━━━ "Karin'ayla," An elf brings up her quiver, practicing archery with the rest of her kin. "Did you hear? There are rumors going around that people are making some pilgrimage." After hitting a target dead-center, their brother offers her a glance. "A pilgrimage? Of what sorts, llir?" They asked, nocking an arrow upon their bowstring. Sparks illuminated the boiling forge as the dwarf slammed his hammer against glowing iron, looking to his apprentice who held it in place with worn tongs. "T'ey say t'ey be goin' t'a a forest full o' t'ese statues an' gates an' t'like, see?" The barrel of oil nearby soon exhausted a plume of scorching steam as a newly forged blade found its place within. "Enlighten'en-ment. Seems like an' ol' scam t'me, hmph!" "Enlightenment?" A man placed his mug onto the table, leaning in closer as he heard his fellow gatekeeper speak of these strange rumors. "Aye." The gatekeeper nodded. "I heard that it was treasure you win! If you're chosen by the spirits, they'll come to you during the night and sneak it underneath your curtains, aye? That's why there were so many men riding off to that Yong Ping place yesterday." "Riddlez, hrm?" The orc released a bout of laughter before ripping his tusks into the drumstick he held. "Me nub need riddlez tu win power. Be fer weak lil' twiggiez. Hrm.. but what be teez riddlez?" He said this quietly, spitting out bits of charred meat. (Leave your discord within your message so I can contact you if you are chosen for the event) Write a forum post responding to this roleplaying your character making their journey to one of the statues within a forest nearby Yong Ping and offering your answers to the following riddles, whether it be written on slabs, leaves or parchment. If you like magic, this is the event for you. No OOC hints will be given, so if you message me I won't be responding. Do your best to answer the riddles, even if you don't think you can, good luck! It seems that the original riddles have been malformed in their travels, now just sounding like lines of gibberish. ₪ You see the rainbow bridge after it rains cats and dogs. How much sugar do you need to survive the winter? ₪ Your neighbor is working on his farm. It caught him off guard, that space that smelled of seared steak. Why did he bleed? ₪ It took me too long to realize that the ceiling hadn't been painted to look like the sky. The clouds offered the cool scent of mint. What do they whisper? ₪ Cotton is often used in a noble's clothes, but they forget to close the door. Memory, memory, memory. What's green and slid through? ₪ On the morrow come the four horsemen, forlorn and depressed, they each bring barrels stained with a rose petal's hue. Why did they arrive at dawn?

-I actually wanna try orc rp before anything else really, problem is I only like playing one character at a time. I like it better because I don't like meeting and learning the same things over and over again - five years - My fav roblox game to play back in the day when i was really young was this game where you could create armor, weapons or creatures and use them to fight other players it was great - out of all the panels in one piece thats really hard to choose but this one goes hard favorite thing ive cooked is probably steak 1. the time we stole the daemon kidney stone, but my favorite part was that spoon and i later used it to further rp for other ppl 2. risk of rain sometime? just @ me 3. probably the same thing i was doing before LOL 4. @chained manis evil but hes got a heart of gold YES!!

1. friend 2. ok 3. shower thoughts and sugar highs 4. @Zachousing my head like a battering ram against a window 5. thats really hard honestly, but id say probably the time we skulked around adventuring in places 6. id press the delete button 1. jason 2. the server doesnt need to be fixed, its the people that need to fix themselves, the server is already fun 3. actually yeah but i wasnt crazy about it, i was a really picky eater back then so i only got a simple rice and chicken plate but it tasted like fever food and the chips were too salty 1. the dark lord will return id rather make my own skins than spend mina on them LOL ill send you the next skin i make when i get started on it, skin-sensei..

- what's a question you hope someone asks? - more kind-hearted people and players that protect the sanctity of roleplay

-lightsaber duels is pretty fun still https://www.roblox.com/games/850917308/Star-Wars-Lightsaber-Battles-II -ive only played a handful of sonic games but my favorite when i was a kid was sonic and the secret rings - dark.. daell..... - ive been roleplaying for 14 years of my life which is insane so after i stopped dming my own groups i was curious to see if minecraft rp was a thing bc i really enjoyed wynncraft at the time, in another alternate reality i could've been in another rp server if google offered me that - my exploits with @Zacho in thievery definitely, we used to get up to so much wacky stuff we would lose air in our lungs laughing - i really like horror rp because out of anything it envokes a deep emotion not only in the character but the player as well (i jumpscare people) - i dont like flower crown rp, it creeps me out < --------- guy who plays a child saying this rn - never really had one but ive been very fond of yellow recently YUB!! - No comment. - i only have like three characters but ive definitely had a fun time on all of them for different reasons except for my sugarfoot - daeltonium - ur mums house

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