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give azdrazi elytra

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A rotting mass of flesh, gore, and bone twitched; the brimstone and magma flowing around it spluttered as it took a ragged breath, staring at the missive a skeleton had brought it. With a decaying hand, it lunged for the minion, supping what lifeforce it could as its body slowly, slowly slowly regenerated itself. An ISA beret tumbled down from its skull as it crawled toward the massive maw splitting that hellscape in two. "H . . . uuuunt ..."

A sentient cadavre, rotting away in the confines of the hells beneath Lurin, begins making plans to assassinate Windfola.

[Please do not metagame this post’s contents.] Do not read ahead if you’re uncomfortable with the topics of suicide, depictions of schizophrenia/paranoia, substance abuse, domestic abuse, or violence/murder. “. . . Dear GOD, hope you got my letter, and - I pray, you can make it better down here.” A small girl with hair the color of a field of rye and eyes of an overcast sky writhed atop a table, crying and shrieking as her pointed ears were cut to rounded tips. She grew to despise elves, despite being one herself. And she grew up none the wiser. She’d grow up a politician, wedded to a husband who strived for power. She was beaten bloody and escaped to a better marriage; a trap, in the long run. The woman shook hands with a Wight, and over the years became a husk of herself; a murderer. She became none the wiser. Even those bygone Barrowlords found her actions abominable, and deep in the night was she ambushed, two souls of three torn from her body and cast away in an instant. She became none the wiser. History repeated, again and again. Each time she was caught, she weaseled out of it. Hundreds dead; eleven husbands cast astray six feet under, off to sea, or to ash. “All the people that you made in your image, see them fighting in the street – cos’ they can’t get enough to eat from . . . God.” “Where are you headed?” The Dame stood still as she sat beneath one gigantic, beating heart. The ghost of a man she’d known well haunted her – not his real ghost, of course. A mirage, as they always were. She ignored it. “Your direction has been determined … by a past you’ve been outrunning.” She retreated deep into her own mind, where only she could go. Yet it followed. “What are you running from?” Encircled by a coven of necrolytes and undead alike, they broiled a Dragonkin alive; and in their last moments, they looked to her, shrieking: “TRAITOR! AZDROMOTH – HE STILL WATCHES YOU!”. Her past of that worship returned to haunt that hag, and spectres of that man she’d known – who had, too, worshipped Azdromoth – taunted her even in restless slumber. “I won’t believe in Heaven or Hell – no Saints, no Sinners, no Devil as well!” So she drank. And drank. And drank. She became what she had idolized – and then became what she hated. A horrible existence. Undeath, eternal. History repeated and she watched it all continue on again, And again, And again. Until it became too much. With some odd concoction in hand, she tipped it back and gulped it down. No drink was too hard for that woman, yet this one . . . She felt her chest tighten. Foam pooled around her lips, her pupils dilated. And Dame Viktoriya’s heart stopped. “No pearly gates, no thorny crown; you’re always looking us humans down!” Viktoriya’s soul wandered the lifebanks, the wastes, the borders between life and death itself as she rotted away, her true self lost in some other realm. Flesh revealed cracked bone, shards of a crossbow bolt still left within her head from when Ostromir had kept her from dying ages, ages ago. Yet, she wouldn’t remain this way – some day, some where, she’d return from the brink of unlife – her heart would beat again, for that Dame would never be granted the mercy of true death. ”The WARS you bring, the BABES you drown – those lost at SEA and never found! And it’s the same, the whole world round, the hate I see helps to compound. The FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST is just somebody’s unholy hoax!” [Can't spoil on mobile, so pretend this is a spoiler😔] Dame Vik will be gone for a good while, fly low queen you're in hell!! Ty for the baller rp @megavolter @femurlord @antisociety @Yagi_Kamisama]

A NOTICE OF REGENCY 1st of Horen’s Calling, 1930 WITH THE COMING OF A NEW AGE of the Tsecsars, Baroness Viktoriya sees fit to honor the promise of the House’s past rescuing those left behind within their old realm: Skjoldier. Thus, alongside other members of the house and a personal levy, a trip will be made back to the continent in order to bring relatives back to Almaris. Whilst the heads of the Barony are gone, the following are appointed to various positions within the skhodka, semi-permanently or permanently: - Lady Avdotya [Wren] Tsecsar, Mistress of the Menagerie @RotiniTortini - Lord Orion Tsecsar-Komnenos, Master of Festivities @Lapidary - Lord Avsey Tsecsar-DeNurem, Master of Research @Armored_Ghost - Lady Octavia Tsecsar-Pruvia Albarosa, Mistress of the Winery @KaptainScarlet - Lord Brutus Tsecsar, Master of Fortification & Protection @Smiley247365 - Lord Sigismund Tsecsar-DeNurem, Master of Architecture @ElvenHuntress - Lady Katerina Tsecsar, Dubbed ‘Lady Knight’ of Nuremberg @Palastartes - Baron Arthur Komnenos, Silver Lubba Mika Anarion, Princess Scrisa & Juniper Anarion, Baroness Scarlet Kervallen, Please Make Sure my Children Do Not Burn Down Nuremburg! @MailC3p@mika1278@Apotolofo@Cheese1sgrater@KaptainScarlet With this council created, they may do as they see fit to ensure Nuremberg continues running, and practice diplomacy with the Serene State of Lurin & other Noble Houses when necessary. Her Excellency, Dame Viktoriya DeNurem Tsecsar, Chancellor of the Office of Knowledge, Baroness of Nuremberg, Countess of Mordskov and Sigmundarakr, Viscountess of Albarosa, Knight of the Most Ancient & Honorable Order of the Lion, The Silver Drake, Gauntlet of the Empire

A LAMB TO SLAUGHTER “RA’DRAKURZ RAHT ROKNOTH KUUL RA’VAZNAN AMOL TUL!” Gutural chants filled the chasm the party stood within as the beat of wardrums shook the earth to its core. Flesh that clung to the walls beat with the same feral rhythm as skeletal minions and fleshen amalgams alike cawed and hissed in reverence to the ritual in the cavern’s center – a hellish sacrifice. “RAZI A UBYZ BLOTHR, BURZ, UNDERE SERTHEKHUR!” The figure held down by a white uruk screeched and writhed, laughing in all his agony as mists tore flesh in twine, extracting bits of his own soul for those selfish practitioners. They bathed in blood of the sacrilegious, smoke of incense and burning manmeat stinking in the rotten air. “GODAR VOR! GRADNOM! GODAR VOR! GRADNOM!” The sacrificial lamb – a paladin acolyte – was shown mercy yet. As his eyes fluttered shut and visions of that hell plagued his mind, he soon found himself awake and without memory in some field, with the sigil of a draconic bat carved into his throat. A sign of things to come. Those present, and the unfortunate sacrifice himself, would find it difficult to forget what they’d seen. Horrid nightmares would plague the minds of the weak and wallowing.

The first two potions already exist (either via herbs or other potions doing the same thing) - laughing gas is confusing on what it does, but the translucent one is really interesting! Might be better as it's own submission

An old hag polishes a statue of a bronze crow, gnarled hands heaving the idol up to sit beside four others of its kind as salt was poured beneath them.

Continue doubling it for forever

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FULL NAME: Emelia Sofia Enisa Kervallen AGE: Totally old enough (don't listen to what my father and/or mother says) RACE: Human RELIGION: Cannons ((MC name)): TreeSmoothie ((Time Zone)): EST

Most down right atrocious acts I've done was when I was an edgy 13/14 year old on the server, I had no idea what proper villainy was so I just started killing people left and right. I think at some point it got up to ~40 people (there's a full list I kept for Mysticism soul shard purposes somewhere in one of my servers), but then around early-mid Almaris the character finally got disconnected and banished from Oren LOL Initially was a big shock to noob me, but gave me lots of time to think about why murder ≠ good villain. Looking back on it I have no idea how I accomplished any of that (getting dark magic -> murderspree -> not getting caught at all???), but it was def an interesting time

Emelia frowned down at the paper, scratching her head. "Awh . . . ea wasn't included in the hunt section." She paused, then looking over at the aforementioned 'monstrous Knight'. "And I like Invictus!"

Emelia applauds her cousins . . . Half-cousins? for not using 'Union of _ & _'. She's proud.

Little Emelia woke up to a pile of letters and a flock of birds at her balcony overlooking the palms and grasses of Portoregne, her joyous squeal heard throughout the city as she hurriedly wrote back to each! "HOORAY! Yippee!"

I, Emelia Sofia, am looking for a COOL AND STRONG bodyguard to accompany me in my travels! You will get free horchata and other food, free clothes, and maybe a free room (I have to ask my madre). Once I am RICH I can also pay you! Also, I will officially declare you a Ser (or Dame)! If you're AWESOME enough to be MY personal Knight, please inquire. THIS could be TU! Lady of Tuvia, Queen of Cool, Balian's Wild Child (Her Royal Highness gave me this one!)

"Hey! I've seen this one before!" an aged woman gasps, the originator of the HOT Rich Woman in YOUR AREA fliers.

All of this sounds epic- one question, though. If potion making becomes mechanical, what will stop people without Alchemy FAs to create potions?

"FAECHK the Hanseni Conspirators!" old Captain DeNurem howled, looking at the files with wide eyes. "We oughta' . . . we oughta' vassalize t'em again!" She was soon wheeled off to take her meds. "HAIL EMPRESS ANNE!"

Opinions mixed on this - they don't necessarily have a brain/soul to be tricked. If something with sentience counts as having a brain, then Artificer's sentient items can get illusioned, etc. I think for the relative weaknesses they already have, being immune to illusion attacks (which I've never seen happen in 4 years of playing) isn't gamebreaking. then again, it would be funny if they could get tricked by illusions