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Taking up the quill, an envelope baring the crest of Edenia soon found Mink Vuiller's presence via one exhausted courier. To Mink Vuiller, Greetings and salutations, young maiden. I've partaken in some interest to your request and have a proper solution that will solve both of our problems. I've a friend, you see, one who'll fail to reach out to you due to his default aversion to bold women such as yourself - one Crumena of Kamees - a follower of the Cannonist faith and a proper man if I've ever seen one. While he may not be the human you've asked for, and he may be a tad older than one such as yourself would like, is a man's faith not worth it to make up for that? Seek Crumena of Kamees if you wish to be given a worthy spouse, but hark; for this trial does not come without consequence. Crumena of Kamees is a proud 'aheral, and will settle for no less than a woman of his image. Seek me out for a pair of fake elven ears and a snow white wig, so that you may present yourself to him in your purest form. Until the day you make the right decision, The Dark Lord of Edenia, Dark Dael ((OOC Note: Contact @Heero if you wish to settle an appointment with Crumena! P.S: He is an admin, so staff bias comes with the package))

me and the boys using holocrons to metagame the weaknesses and strengths of every magic on the server

who is the main character this who is the lord of the craft that we are all just side characters in the main character's prequel backstory. we are the world build. the main character has not appeared yet.

"Ser Dael." A bright grin soon appeared over his face, the young boy jumping up and down in excitement causing his scarlet cape to flop over his ginger perm. "Ser Dael! Yes! Uh, what my title?" ".. Urgh.." Cyrene's eyes blinked to the side as she thought, and only after a second she spoke once more. "The Great." She'd utter without much care, really only entertaining this annoyance so that he'd go away. "Ser Dael the Great!" He'd quickly salute the 'ame, his fingers slapping against his forehead, causing a red mark. "I'm Ser Dael! I go on patrol now, thanks Grandma!" Soon after, the boy moved his wooden sword away from his belt - running off with a skip in his step. "Stop calling me that! I'm not your grandmother!" She'd yell after the child as he left, moving back to lean against the bench. A happier time - a simpler time for the now Dark Lord. Another face. Another phase. Another loss.

[✗] Archons; The Void Touched

A sudden chill emerged over the Dark Lord's spine; and he truly knew - the Crimson King had fallen. "This.. was not in my 'premonitions'.." With a widened gaze, he fell back upon his throne, a palm concealing his left eye while those crooked teeth of his clenched. "You've no parting words for me, then? No.. your message is loud and clear, Oliver! I know what I must do now." The Lord soon stood, hobbling outside in that heavy limp of his.. leaving where he had remained this whole time - a frozen land burdened by its own machinations, freakishly huge spikes of ice concealing his figure as silver wisps followed his wake.

there cannot be a solution where no bad thing happens imo the current system of birds, in my opinion, are especially flawed however its good because its convenient to everyone and doesnt cost anything (sending an irp missive shouldnt be exclusive to a nation's aviary or should cost anything nor should it have a limit - this idea is exactly the type of thing vortex brought on that stagnated rp for so long) i think entirely relying on a plugin would be bad too bc if the plugin breaks there'd be no way to send birds i think? but a plugin with controlled limitations would be a lot better than the system would be bad too so i think a good middle ground needs to be found but really no matter what decision or solution administration comes up with there will always be metagamers

Dark Dael offered no rebuttal, no words, not even a hint of delight or despair at the news as his seers brought him news of this current event. For he already knew. Everything was going to lead up to this. Yet, a tired gaze wandered off to the side, silver wisps trailing off of his figure. "About any day now," He'd tell them, looking far out the window. "That time is coming. The final piece is in place."

fr thanks a lot for the hard work u guys put into this

-1, think it can be used in tangent with things to come in the future or already-present niches that will lead to incredibly cheesy combos

A hand reached into a dirtied turban, a young boy perking up at his larger friend's missive. "Again!" He'd only repeat, not really seeming to understand what he meant.

Wandering back into his home after watching the aforementioned deed, the Dark Lord sat upon his throne, a shrill cackle emanating from his figure. "One less prophecy to worry about."

Dark Dael crossed his arms as he viewed over Kairn, his interest piqued. In truth, he found it curious to watch the man who had lost his son - the Dark Lord's ally - let the pregnant Mali away just short of her own demise. "A child bears no sin." He'd echo. "Good, Lord Kairn. If that is what you want to do, then continue with pride. I will soon join you, once this curse is expelled from my body." The man muttered beneath his breath, glancing behind him as two figures approached.

A single Dark Lord looms over the palace, his verdant gaze reflecting the fires engulfing the docks.

Keep in touch man, the memories of us running around back in Ves will always be special

Sitting alone upon one crimson throne, one's verdant eyes did widen upon viewing the missive - then, a wicked grin. The Dark Lord did spread his hands across his wingspan, his vicious cackle echoing throughout the chambers of his accursed halls. "Yes! Yes!! It is all coming together now!"

Hi! Story Team here. See, Voidal lore (lore about a realm with nothing in it) is already implemented on the server. Please edit this lore accordingly and repost it when you are finished. Cheers !

while freebuild had its quirks, it really didn't provide a good look for the server, since half of arcas looked like 2b2t with the amount of griefed builds and makeshift hideouts

+1'd

"So this was the clan destined to defeat me, my seers?" The Dark Lord's voice echoed out throughout obsidian halls, a wry scowl dominating any expression he held prior. Lifting the paper before the emotionless constructs of moss and straw in front of him, who bowed down before his eminence. "This is naught but a cruel reminder. I ask that you avoid mixing such pointless things in my papers in the future." Suddenly dominating the room's aura, the man was halted in his words by the pulsating of twin suns - shining their guiding light behind him. "Ah, that's right.." Rolling up the missive within his palms, he'd set it off to the side. "It is almost time.." "It was about time they figured out what was wrong with that place. I'm happy that you've clung true to your ideals, Evar'tir. Making you the inheritor of His Courage was not a mistake after all it seems." The Lord then cupped a hand beneath his chin, glancing off to the side with the slightest smirk upon his cracked lips. "I'll be seeing you soon."

Red Realm was a realm I didn't know existed so I changed the name, but I forgot to fix the spoilers - thanks for the heads-up

A new plane entirely, the 'red realm' bit was fixed shortly after I posted it