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Fire of Ushnish quest walkthrough

2025-06-21T02:08:32Z

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Given by: Esuin

===Requirements===
To obtain this spell you need the following:
* Two empty spell slots
* A hefty requirement of ''around'' 250 "blended" or "average" of your Holy Magic and Targeted Magic.
:(''213 TM and 329 holy magic failed, may have a minimum TM rank as well as the blended average.'')
:(''230 TM (with align) and 340 holy magic succeeded.'')
:(''216 TM and 293 holy magic succeeded. I did have targeted mastery, and TM alignment.'')
:(''200 TM and 361 holy magic succeeded. I did have targeted mastery, and TM aligned to Ushnish.'')
:(''214 TM and 314 holy magic succeeded. I did have targeted mastery, and TM aligned to Ushnish.'')
:(''200 TM and 310 holy magic succeeded. I did have targeted mastery, and TM aligned to Botolf. [target & util])''
:''(235 TM and 275 holy magic succeeded. I did have targeted mastery, and TM aligned to Ushnish)''
* The [[Fists of Faenella]] or [[Horn of the Black Unicorn]] spell.
* Several [[Item:Mobar blood|Mobar blood]] I'd bring at least a few of these. You can cut down on the number needed by making sure you're using the crevasse with the correct coloring (see below) but there's still a bit of a random component.

Note: I was able to learn the spell as soon as I could get 30 mana on discern for FF at 214TM/310PM
:The Fists of Faenella spell creates globes of holy energy that are then hurled at a single foe. An ethereal candle burns within each globe, blessing it with the divine fire of the goddess.

:The spell requires at minimum 2 mana streams and you think you can reinforce it with 28 more, for a total of 30 streams.

Note: When Magic 3.0 appeared the requirement was still around 250 "average" of Holy Magic and Targeted Magic but you had to have at least 200 in Targeted Magic. Sometime during the Magic 3.1 changes this changed to needing 250 TM and 300 "average" of your Holy Magic and Targeted Magic. In addition, you must account for the Immortal you align to. I have taken 5 clerics through this quest since Magic 3.0. The last one had 234 TM and 398 Holy magic. When she went through it she failed. The problem is she was aligned to Peri'el which boosts Augmenation and Warding skills but not TM, Debilitation, or Utility. According to the alignment information the Immortal you align to boosts two skills by 15% and lowers the other three by 15%. So in essence she had a 15% lowering of her TM skill to 199 (234 - (234 x .15)). This basically lowered her average to 597/2 = 298. To confirm this she picked up Targeted Mastery which is supposed to boost your targeted skill (Provides a bonus to Targeted Magic skill thereby raising personal mana cap for Targeted Magic spells.), this bonus is probably anywhere from 10% to 15%, so it should bring it back up over 200 to around 228 or close to it. This would fix the average but still have TM below 250. Doing this she failed again. Then we changed the alignment to a TM immortal. This should boost the basic TM of 234 by 15% to around 269 and get some more boost from the Target Mastery feat. Doing this she completed the quest as this got her over 250 TM and 300 "Average". So alignment makes a huge difference here.

Note: You need to bring a number of Mobar Blood's for this quest. It appears you can no longer identify what the color of the lava in the crevasse is so you just have to try it. In every case we tend to see this:
In the crevasse you see vortices of boiling polychromous lava, containing streaks of reds and yellows as well as whites and blacks. The streaks do not appear to mix; instead they wheel about each other ceaselessly like liquid snakes.
The lava appears shimmering and nearly translucent.
You must PUT BLOOD IN CREVASSE to view the colors on the magma viper, now.

===Walkthrough===
NOTE: THIS QUEST IS DANGEROUS, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE ATTEMPTING AS SOON AS IT'S AVAILABLE. (Creatures range between the 140 - 350 mark for combative skills)
# Start out by asking any of the cleric guildleaders about the Fire of Ushnish spell (ASK LEADER ABOUT FOU SPELL)
# So head up to the Gate of Souls, just south of the ferry to Riverhaven (see [[RanikMap14]])
# Go to the area marked 'to Gate of Souls' and PUSH the BOULDER. In order to completely push the boulder, you cannot move or perform any action, or even retreat or you will stop pushing the boulder.
#:There's a strength check for the boulder so if you can't completely move it out of the way, cast [[Benediction]].
#:KNEEL and GO TUNNEL will take you to [[RanikMap14a]]
# Make your way to the room labeled the Oracle Chamber where you will find a mysterious, glowing cone.
#: STUDY CONE to learn a prayer. NOTE: Doing this starts a hidden timer for you to do the following steps. Upon your return to this room, if you cannot PRAY USHNISH in step 8, STUDY CONE again and proceed). You are memorizing the ushnish spell here when studying the cone. The memorization lasts a short while, and you will receive the message: The oracular prayer to Ushnish slips from your grasp., when you can no longer remember it.
# Now we have to find a place for our offering. So head further into the southern Temple, and CLIMB CLIFF into the Fangs of Ushnish.
# Search around the Fangs of Ushnish for a volcanic crevasse. The crevasse moves around from time to time, so search every room in there until you find it.
#:NOTE: The entire area here will shift periodically, changing all the rooms.
# Once you find the crevasse, you'll need to PUT BLOOD IN CREVASSE and wait for the Magma viper to appear. The color of the viper in the crevasse you're looking for depends on your last favor. You'll need either Black (dark aspect), silver-grey (neutral aspect), blue-white (positive aspect), or white (if your last favor was from the non-39). If it's the wrong color wait for it to change rooms. NOTE: if you leave the room, the crevasse will change locations faster than when you stand in the room and wait.
# I haven't noticed this to actually be the case. It appears to take the same time regardless of staying in the room or leaving it. One benefit of staying in the room is that creatures will not enter there, it's a safe-room of sorts until it respawns.
#: You'll also see other colors, such as plain white, translucent, etc.
# A magma viper should appear. If it doesn't appear after a few seconds try again. Once it does STUDY CREVASSE. If you're getting a message that it's too convoluted you don't have enough skill in Holy Magic (PM skill). Try again when you have more. If you're getting a message saying it's too dark/light/vague for your eyes it's the wrong color. Wait for it to move and try again.
# Head back to the Oracle's Chamber, KNEEL, and PRAY USHNISH - if you get the message "A sudden, eerie trepidation freezes the words of the prayer in your mouth." then you need more [[Devotion|devotion]] to finish. There's an altar to the se of this room. You need at least 8/16 devotion to succeed.
#: NOTE: If you get the standard PRAY USHNISH messaging, with the standard 5-10 second roundtime, you'll need to STUDY CONE again first before proceeding.
# Congratulations, you now know the [[Fire of Ushnish]] spell!

Guardian Spirit

2024-11-12T05:37:31Z

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{{Spell
|abbrev=gs
|minprep=5
|castcap=25
|minskill=250
|maxskill=1000
|minduration=999
|validtarget=Special
|guild=Empath
|magic=Life Magic
|spellbook=Protection
|prereqs=Circle 20, [[Innocence]], and [[Compel]] or [[Paralysis]]
|slot=2
|pulse=10
|illegal=no
|corrupt=no
|desc=The Guardian Spirit spell summons a warrior of the [[:Category:Fae|Fae]] -- an [[alfar]] -- to keep you safe from hostility and be your champion in combat. In some ways, the creature mirrors the caster, as Empaths with greater skill at targeting magic summon more powerful warriors. This spell requires constant upkeep and vigilance on the part of the caster. An Empath who fails to maintain the pattern will lose his hold on this creature of Fae, and it will abandon him to return whence it came.

[Can be cast CUSTOM if you wish to establish a special relationship with a specific Fae or simply CAST to get a random alfar.]

While this spell is available to Empaths 20th circle and above, the majority will find that they must be magical adepts before they can successfully form the pattern.
|buffs=No buffs
|debuffs=No debuffs
|dtype=No damage
|htype=No heal
|poststring=No
|effect=summons combat "pet"
|messaging=Your heart skips a beat as your spell sends a subtle jingling call outward from you in all directions.
|sig=Yes
|diff=advanced
|source=standard
|type=utility
|ctype=cyclic
}}
{{RTOC}}
==Casting==
* Successfully cast with 150 utility, +20 buff from SAP, +30 PM buff from link, and a level 1 astrolabe (+1 luck).
* Successfully cast with 182 utility and utility mastery spell feat. Had two failures then succeeded.
* Cannot be cast when completely insensitive to empathy ("perma-[[Empathic_Shock|shock]]"), but if it is case before complete insensitivity is reached, the spell can be maintained. As with other Empathy-dependent spells, shock increases the difficulty of casting.
* It is highly recommended that Empaths learn the [[Magical feats|magical feat]] of Raw Channeling (allows the powering of cyclic spells from raw attunement) and Efficient Channeling (mana cost of channeling cyclic spells is reduced). These feats are recommended for anyone who routinely uses cyclic spells.
* Guardian Spirit does train the [[Targeted Magic skill]]. However, the creature being fought must be of appropriate level to otherwise teach the Empath TM. TM will not go up out of combat. TM will train a small amount with each hit, and a larger amount if the warrior kills creatures or uses special attacks (throwing star).
* {{com|Look}} or {{com|describe}} will tell you who summoned a Guardian Spirit.

==Combat==
* The strength of the Guardian varies with the amount of mana used per cyclic pulse (what you prep the spell at). The warrior's defensive skills can be between 110-125% Empath's TM and its offense 95-105%.
* It is possible to give "mundane" (non-verby, non-gore, non-swappable, non-bonded) one-handed edged weapons (light, medium, or heavy) to a warrior (see commands below). A common reason for doing this is to give the warrior a blessed weapon for hunting undead. Precious weapons should not be given to a warrior as item loss may occur when a warrior despawns or is killed and it drops the weapon.
* Special attack (stun) - ''A(n) <adjective> alfar warrior reaches into a small pouch at its belt, drawing forth a small, light-drinking star of unusual design. Pirouetting balletically, it throws the star with astonishing force directly at <target>!''
* It's advised that you set your Guardian to defensive or passive stance while in crowded areas or in town, as they will attack other players, Guardian Spirits, etc. (Note that attacking another player's summoned or owned creature may grant them consent on you.)
* Having a Guardian Spirit set to aggressive behavior will cause it to attack any creature in the room, including other warriors, and enable a special attack.
* Guardians are considered holy beings. However, their attacks do not deal holy damage. They will perform their special attack (throwing star for stun), but do not other attacks against an Undead creature until/unless you give them a blessed weapon.
* Guardian Spirit now leave bodies or drop ammo and lodged items, whereas as in 2.0 any lodged items could disappear with them.
* You cannot heal a Guardian Spirit, but if you release and then recast they will return with full health.
* The Guardian Spirits taunt ability is a charm vs. will contest. It does not move them directly to melee, but moves them to pole and sets them to be advancing on the spirit. If they are sitting or standing, it will make them stand up. If they are hiding/invis it will bring them out of hiding/invis (assuming the Empath can see them).

==Recall==
Bards can use [[recall]] to see the following information:

Fair and pale, the alfar are tall and willowy creatures that greatly resemble nyads and dryads. The alfar can be mischevious as the rest of the fae, and alternately aid and hurt mortals, as pleases their current mood. A few alfar are servants to the gods, although these are few and far between. Some alfar are willing to aid Empaths these individuals tend to be more serious and warlike, protecting their charges with single-minded ferocity.

Alfar have long been associated with Empaths, though the exact relationship between the guild and the fae remains murky. Whatever their reasons, alfar continue to heed the call, serving Empaths as guardians in times of peril and avengers when all else seems lost. Some stories say that long ago a great Empath rendered the fae a service that could never be repaid. Though time seems to have forgotten the tale, the fae apparently have not.

==Commands==
* {{com|command}} {{tt|warrior to name}}: The Warrior will whisper you it's name and make a statement about the weather. Names are always tied to the adjective of the Guardian that is summoned.
* {{com|command}} {{tt|warrior to stance}} <defense/balanced/offense>: Change the Warriors combat stance.
* {{com|command}} {{tt|warrior to behavior}} <defensive/passive/aggressive>: Change the Warriors behavior. By default, they are summoned in passive mode and will not attack anyone or anything unless told to.
* {{com|command}} {{tt|warrior to attack}} <creature/name/stop>: Direct your warrior to attack something or someone specifically, or to stop combat completely.
* {{com|command}} {{tt|warrior to taunt}} <creature>: An opposed ability that forces something engaged with you to turn to instead face your Guardian. This can be resisted. If you do not specify a creature, it will target everything facing you.
* {{com|command}} {{tt|warrior to}} <take/drop>: Command your Guardian to take a weapon from your left hand, or drop a weapon they are holding.

==Verbs==
Some of the RP verbs have an "Easter Egg" version where they do something other than what is listed here. These have a very small chance of occurring on any use of the verbs that have the "Easter Eggs".

*{{com|Bow}}: The <adjective> alfar warrior gravely returns your gesture with a respectful bow of equal depth.
*{{com|Curtsy}}: The <adjective> alfar warrior gravely returns your gesture with a respectful bow of equal depth.
*{{com|Dance}}: A <adjective> alfar warrior frees its hands for a moment, grasping yours with the tips of its long, slender fingers. Nodding solemnly at you, the <adjective> alfar warrior takes you through a few sedate turns of a stately waltz. The warrior smiles gravely, then bows over your hand, taking up a guard position at your side once more.
*{{com|Describe}} (third parties see who summoned it): An <adjective> alfar warrior is tall and fair of face, with clear eyes and white skin that gleams like ceramic. Its features are all sharp angles, with oblique cat-slitted eyes that survey its surroundings with an untouchable serenity. Its pointed ears sweep upward, accentuating the eagle-like hauteur of its mien. Its lips are tinted blue, the color of a bruise, and are set in a grim line. Flat black clasps gather its colorless hair, binding it into a severe, warlike queue that brushes its waist. Thin and attenuated, though with a wiry strength, this warrior of the alfar is not obviously male or female.
:The warrior hovers near you protectively, smiling briefly at you when it notices you looking its way.
*{{com|Hug}}: The warrior returns your hug gingerly, being careful not to hurt you with its weapons or armor.
*{{com|Kiss}}: As you move toward a <adjective> alfar warrior, it gathers you close, crushing you uncomfortably against its lacquered armor. It grins at you fiercely, then taking your hands firmly, dips you low to the ground and hoists you high into the air in an exhilarating whirling lift. The world spins around you, then it lowers you carefully to the ground, adjusting its armor nonchalantly as if nothing had happened.
*{{com|Lick}}: A <adjective> alfar warrior frees its hands for a moment, grasping yours with the tips of its long, slender fingers. It steps through a few spritely turns of an exuberant gavotte, giving you a fey smile before releasing your hand and taking up a guard position at your side once more.
*{{com|Smooch}}: As you move toward a <adjective> alfar warrior, it gravely takes you by the hand and leads you through a few turns of a delicate minuet. As you dance, the air seems to grow crisper around you, with a sharp, cool scent of autumn. The warrior smiles at you as it releases your hand, the tips of its ears coloring slightly.
*{{com|Touch}}: You reach out and lay your hand on the <adjective> alfar warrior's arm. 
:You sense a successful empathic link has been forged between you and a <adjective> alfar warrior. 
:You feel the burning fire of pain and suffering slowly building as you begin to draw out the truth of the warrior's injuries. 
:The creature's life force is alien to you. Though you can empathize with a <adjective> alfar warrior in a sense, peculiar sensations begin to overwhelm you and you feel your control of the empathic link slip away.

==Equipment==
The quality of equipment is determined by the caster's skill (which seems to be purely [[Targeted Magic]]) and the amount of mana channeled into the spell. Here are some possibilities:

===Weapons===
*{{sloot|w|unusual black blade}} (medium edged weapon)

===Shields===
*{{sloot|s|spiked black shield}} (large shield)

===Armor===

{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
!Armor!!Type!!Effective TM Requirement*
|-
|{{sloot|a|lacquered black leathers}}||light armor||minimum casting skill
|-
|{{sloot|a|lacquered black chainmail}}||chain armor||300 ranks
|-
|{{sloot|a|lacquered black light plate}}||brigandine||500 ranks
|-
|{{sloot|a|lacquered black heavy plate}}||plate armor||600 ranks
|}
<nowiki>*</nowiki>Effective TM means your spell stance and spell mana will influence your results.

==List of Possible Warriors==
Prior to 3.0 there were several types of fae that could be summoned (avengers, colepexies, dirnels, guardians, narmobreths, and woodwisps). However, only warriors can be summoned now.

Casting the spell normally will summon a random warrior from the list below. If you CAST CUSTOM, you will summon the same warrior every time. The IC justification for this is that the Empath has established a special relationship with a particular warrior.

{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
!Name!!Adjective!!Notes
|-
|Al||gracile||
|-
|Amyigi||ethereal||
|-
|Apreekdin||tall||
|-
|Arnalde||lean||
|-
|Arturae||slim||
|-
|Blink||graceful||
|-
|Bluemoon||trim||
|-
|Cordy||alert||
|-
|Dillka||serene||
|-
|Fred||delicate||
|-
|Furle||trim||
|-
|Grimley||slender||
|-
|Hornet||stoic||
|-
|Igley||athletic||
|-
|Kar||lithe||
|-
|Lecibre, Anthari||lissome||
|-
|Paloorna||solemn||
|-
|Rolth||sedate||
|-
|Soone||tranquil||
|-
|Yovzaz||wiry||
|-
|ZerraZap||svelte||
|-
|Genvi||imposing||only gets chosen if an error happens
|-
|Ashpool||savage||from {{ilink|i|tarnished silver spike (1)}}
|-
|Cayce||savage||from {{ilink|i|tarnished silver spike (1)}}
|-
|Ell-Lee||savage||from {{ilink|i|tarnished silver spike (1)}}
|-
|Kolodny||savage||from {{ilink|i|tarnished silver spike (1)}}
|-
|Rivett||savage||from {{ilink|i|tarnished silver spike (1)}}
|-
|Steppen||savage||from {{ilink|i|tarnished silver spike (1)}}
|-
|Steppen||savage||from {{ilink|i|tarnished silver spike (1)}}
|-
|Unknown||rugged||from {{ilink|i|tarnished silver spike (2)}}
|-
|Vingussi||vigilant||from {{ilink|i|tarnished gold badge}}
|}

===Altered Warriors===

The following Empaths have established special relationships with these warriors (aka, they have custom altered descriptions). Guidelines for altering your warrior can be found [[Alteration/Guardian Spirit|here]].

{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
!Empath's Name!!Warrior's Name!!Appearance
|-
|[[Dianelle]]||Bannin||imposing alfar warrior with a stern countenance
|-
|[[Sukidesu]]||Ivarichi||immense alfar warrior wearing a blue sapphire icesilk cloak
|-
|[[Kaelie]]||Cathaoir||athletic alfar warrior with an aloof gaze
|-
|[[Morvetan]]||Lucifer||imposing alfar warrior with a tenebrous aura
|-
|[[Sarkranis]]||Muffet||spindly alfar warrior with tenebrous eyes
|-
|[[Zamara]]||R'lyeh||macabre alfar warrior with fierce crimson eyes
|-
|[[Rebecka]]||Hiro||majestic alfar warrior with strange sparkling patterns covering its skin
|-
|[[Kalinandra]]||Charone||cranky alfar warrior with blood-red glittering symbols traced up both forearms
|-
|[[Dantia]]||Ahven||towering alfar warrior with a small pink dahlia tucked behind one ear
|-
|[[Medikaus]]|| Sanguinus || muscular alfar warrior with merciless eyes
|-
|[[Allye]]|| Arna || hulking alfar warrior sporting smears of glittery amethyst war paint
|-
|[[Aislynn]]|| Albriel || childlike alfar warrior with an awe-struck expression
|-
|[[Cote]]|| Ipomoea || harried-looking alfar warrior covered in flowering vines
|-
|[[Nemy]]|| Nilakadi || tenacious alfar warrior with dramatic icesteel piercings
|-
|[[Melindrha]]|| Ismat || imperious alfar warrior overrun with intricate tattoos
|-
|[[Kethrai]]|| Pilaila || spritely alfar warrior wearing a jaunty thornweave scarf
|-
|[[Ameline]]|| Zendil || serene alfar warrior with an imposing demeanor
|-
|[[Seltzer]]|| Agustee || muscular alfar warrior wearing a wreath of Healing Heart orchids
|-
|[[Rizzoli]]|| Glimmersteel || barbaric alfar warrior wearing a pleated war-kilt of ice-veined leather
|-
|[[Salubrie]] ||Sylens ||malefic alfar warrior wearing a frame of electrified goldfyre and electroweave
|-
|[[Kojae]]|| Kasdeya || somber alfar warrior with glacial blue eyes
|-
|[[Kythryn]]|| Li'Shou || confident alfar warrior distinguished by a beaded multi-braid queue
|-
|[[Leilanie]]|| Coliadinae || beautiful alfar warrior shrouded in butterfly vines
|}

{{RefAl}}

Ayrell/Logs/Wild Magic 10252024/Asildu's Return and Transformation

2024-10-29T21:20:18Z

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{|class="wikitable"
|-
| Asildu's Return & Transformation
|-
| Event Date: 10/25/2024
|-
| Event Instance: Prime
|}

== Date ==
It has been 450 years, 312 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. 
It is the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Golden Panther. 
It is currently fall and it is evening.

== Asildu Arrives - Round One ==

[The Crossing, Truffenyi Place] 
Truffenyi Place runs straight along the north-south axis of the Crossing and leads to the Guilds and Academy, vital institutions of town life. A quiet but constant buzz of citizens and adventurers engaged in missions, commerce, debate and worship fills the street. More pronounced are the peals of amiable laughter and snippets of modest songs that come from Taelbert's Inn, perched proudly on the west curb. You also see a squat stone stable with a scarred oak door. 
Obvious paths: north, east, south.

* Breath of the Heralds Asildu joins the adventure.

A limping S'kra Mur man with a dark smile strolls into the area, looking around casually. 
The limping S'kra Mur man wanders off.

[General] Your mind hears Asildu thinking, "I see you mortals still haven't learned."

[General] Your mind hears Darkewolff thinking, "Speak for yourself, boyo."

[General] Your mind hears Cythra thinking, "why you thinks we're capable?"

[General] Your mind hears Zynell thinking, "regarding the mortaldom or the learning darkewolff?"

[General] Your mind hears Darkewolff thinking, "Trying to figure out how that clod keeps thinking the way he does."

[General] Your mind hears Zynell thinking, "because he is not eatting taffelberries at the faire"

[General] Your mind hears Eurynomile thinking, "i learns that i can handle about 5 cheesy sticks.. maybes six.. on a good day"

[General] Your mind hears Tirost thinking, "We've learned that you lied, Asildu, that you've known a lot more than you let on, and that sorcery is not the cause of wild magic so much as the entities that have stolen our stars."

[General] Your mind hears Asildu thinking, "I lied about nothing. What I said was the truth as I knew it at the time. But you all see what you want to see and hear what you want to hear."

[General] Your mind hears Cythra thinking, "including not you"

[General] Your mind hears Belzor thinking, "Asildu, I can appreciate the difference in perspectives. "

[General] Your mind hears Asildu thinking, "You do what you want to do, regardless of the consequences."

[General] Your mind hears Ezathiel thinking, "Well now that we know it's all a lie, an apology would be nice"

[General] Your mind hears Cythra thinking, "is what mortals do"

[General] Your mind hears Asildu thinking, "No one said it was all a lie. Yet again, you put words in my mouth. Or thoughts in my head, as it were."

[General] Your mind hears Eurynomile thinking, "i has done seven regarless of the consequences and regretted it..."

[General] Your mind hears Zynell thinking, "tis what decent mortals do. not all of them are decent though"

[General] Your mind hears Cythra thinking, "oh yes, seven is prolly too much"

[General] Your mind hears Unaka thinking, "Asildu, sounds to me like the people don't care for you much any more."

[General] Your mind hears Belzor thinking, "Asildu, would you care to share any more recent perspectives by chance?"

[General] Your mind hears Anuril thinking, "Some few refuse to assist the immortals in their aggression, but not nearly enough."

[General] Your mind hears Cythra thinking, "I dunno, Anural could maybes have seven"

[General] Your mind hears Asildu thinking, "The people never cared much for me. They never wanted to."

[General] Your mind hears Zynell thinking, "unaka, there are taffelberries to be eaten!"

[General] Your mind hears Tirost thinking, "The Immortals have shown us much, Asildu, including how our faith and action can free our people. You've shown us that you undergoing a transformation that perhaps ever you don't understand. There may still be time for you. Ask the Immortals for help."

[General] Your mind hears Belzor thinking, "Asildu, that is not entirely accurate. "

[General] Your mind hears Asildu thinking, "I'll not be speaking to those weaklings."

Mountain Lord Ezerak just arrived.

Asildu glances at Ezerak.

[General] Your mind hears Vaerek thinking, "That's right, you tell em Asildu!"

[General] Your mind hears Unaka thinking, "I'm usually up for eating, but gotta make sure everything's peaceful first."

Ezerak blinks.

Serial Killer Damiza just arrived.

Ezerak says to Asildu, "You've changed."

[General] Your mind hears Zynell thinking, "the origami anmals are being very unpeaceful here"

Asildu smirks.

[General] Your mind hears Belzor thinking, "Asildu, would you be open to a local conversation, by chance?"

[General] Your mind hears Tirost thinking, "Weaklings? I does not seem to me like the power of the Immortals is waning. The encasements have fallen, and Dantia is free."

[General] Your mind hears Eurynomile thinking, "i saves the eight nine tens sticks for yous nae worries.."

Asildu says to Ezerak, "And here I assumed the blind would not notice."

[General] Your mind hears Cythra thinking, "and she can eat cheesy sticks"

[General] Your mind hears Asildu thinking, "I'm not that difficult to find, if you wish to speak."

You see Primal Memory Keeper Asildu, Avenger of the Spires, a Herald-marked Scholar resembling no known mortal species. 
Asildu has a misshapen crag of a face, twisted with thick vines that cover barely-visible moss-green eyes. His nose is twisted and covered by spindly fibrous roots. A wreath of shoulder-length tangled overgrowth covers his head. His skin is encased in a tangle of twigs, vines, and moss that cling to rough-hewn stone features. 
Asildu is of middle-age for a Human. 
He is in good shape.

He is holding a bloodwood walking stick with a carved dragon's head in his right hand. 
He is wearing a cambrinth dragon charm, a linen tunic layered under a leather vest, a carved jade dragon with gold-inset eyes, a scholar's satchel, some amber linen pants and a pair of distressed leather shoes.

Damiza ponders.

Damiza closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.

Damiza searches around for a moment.

[General] Your mind hears Belzor thinking, "Asildu, I hope to find you shortly."

[General] Your mind hears Saragos thinking, "The Heralds are not compatible with our life here. They kidnapped our missing people, they attacked us, and they lied to us. They said they were protecting us from the dangers of magic, when instead they were a dog growling over its food bowl. They need to be destroyed or driven off."

[General] Your mind hears Zynell thinking, "did Miraena find you before she left then?"

Ezerak says to Asildu, "It could've all gone differently, had they not taken our people, you know."

[General] Your mind hears Asildu thinking, "And, again. You know nothing of what you speak."

[General] Your mind hears Zynell thinking, "she was looking to talk with you before heading to her no-name villiage, so you might have missed her"

Asildu asks Ezerak, "Would it, though?"

You notice as a spotted storm-grey lynx with piercing blue eyes pads into the area.

The storm-grey lynx begins to watch the goings on carefully.

Asildu says, "You all would have done the same."

You notice as a spotted storm-grey lynx with piercing blue eyes sniffs the ground.

You notice as a sand-hued lynx with a tufted black-tipped tail pads into the area.

The sand-hued lynx begins to watch the goings on carefully.

A town guard walks in, glancing about with a false look of boredom on her face.

Ezerak shakes his head.

The sand-hued lynx pads off.

[General] Your mind hears Asildu thinking, "I'm sure I did. Miss her, that is."

Ezerak says to Asildu, "Not all of us."

Damiza asks, "Oh, so they finally admitted to taking them?"

Damiza ponders.

A town guard ambles south.

Asildu says, "Everyone would have believed themselves to know better."

Ezerak says to Damiza, "They haven't admitted to anything. They do not communicate well with us."

Damiza nods to Ezerak.

[General] Your mind hears Zynell thinking, "shame then. she seemed to still almost like you. perhaps you can find her later"

You notice as a sleek bear lumbers into the area.

The sleek bear begins to watch the goings on carefully.

Ezerak says to Damiza, "Dantia made it rather clear, however."

Damiza asks, "Oh?"

Damiza says, "I have yet to talk to her except seeing her in passing. Was great to see her again."

Asildu asks, "Yes, that's one detail that I was wrong about, it seems. Shall I apologize for that?"

Asildu says, "No, I think I won't."

Tempest Knight Saragos just arrived.

Ezerak frowns at Asildu.

Damiza asks, "Did I ask for an apology?"

Saragos asks Asildu, "Hey, I know you. Your bosses planning on giving my wife back?"

Asildu says to Saragos, "No."

Saragos gestures at Asildu. 
Bands of opaque iridescence appear around Asildu in a concentric hexad. Each begins to revolve along a different axis, soon collectively fading into a colored blur that obscures him for several moments. 
The air around Asildu shimmers with a weak yellow light that quickly disperses.

You notice as a grey cat prances into the area.

The grey cat begins to watch the goings on carefully.

Damiza asks, "They all weren't returned?"

Damiza draws forth a braided smokewhorl whip with fire whirl rubies set into a long tapered handle.

A multicolored ward fades from around Asildu.

The grey cat sits down.

The sleek bear sits down.

Damiza whips her smokewhorl whip at Asildu. Asildu deftly sidesteps Damiza's smokewhorl whip.

Saragos gestures at Asildu. 
A sheet of slippery ice forms beneath Asildu! 
Asildu slips and falls forward, slamming his face on the ice.

Damiza clicks her claws together.

Asildu gasps and regains control of his breathing.

Saragos begins to focus intently on Asildu.

Asildu asks Saragos, "Really?"

Damiza whips her smokewhorl whip at Asildu. Asildu deftly sidesteps Damiza's smokewhorl whip.

Saragos sweeps both hands sharply through the air in Asildu's direction. 
Asildu's subdermal keratosis trembles as a gale breaks against it.

Saragos sweeps both hands sharply through the air in Asildu's direction. 
Asildu's subdermal keratosis trembles as a gale breaks against it.

Saragos sweeps both hands sharply through the air in Asildu's direction. 
Asildu's subdermal keratosis trembles as a gale breaks against it.

Saragos sweeps both hands sharply through the air in Asildu's direction. 
A fierce wind blows off to Asildu's side, kicking up a cloud of dirt but leaving him unharmed.

Saragos sweeps both hands sharply through the air in Asildu's direction. 
A fierce wind blows off to Asildu's side, kicking up a cloud of dirt but leaving him unharmed.

Asildu stands up.

Saragos sweeps both hands sharply through the air in Asildu's direction. 
A fierce wind blows off to Asildu's side, kicking up a cloud of dirt but leaving him unharmed.

Saragos sweeps both hands sharply through the air in Asildu's direction. 
A fierce wind blows off to Asildu's side, kicking up a cloud of dirt but leaving him unharmed.

The faint roar emanating from Saragos's forearms suddenly ceases.

Saragos waves to Asildu.

[General] Your mind hears Anuril thinking, "It may be hard for him to respond, he is being assaulted"

Saragos inhales sharply, then violently spits a bolt of churning flame toward Asildu! 
He manages to dodge the blazing spittle!

Saragos gestures at Asildu. 
A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Asildu! 
Asildu's hair stands on end as the lightning bolt strikes nearby!

Ezerak sighs.

Saragos begins to advance on Asildu.

Saragos closes to pole weapon range on Asildu.

A grey cat curls up and takes a nap.

Saragos gestures at Asildu. 
A sheet of slippery ice forms beneath Asildu! 
Asildu slips and falls forward, slamming his face on the ice.

Saragos closes to melee range on Asildu.

Saragos begins to focus intently on Asildu.

Asildu gasps and regains control of his breathing.

Saragos gestures at Asildu. 
A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Asildu! 
The worst of the bolt misses, but tendrils of lightning lash out in passing to scorch his back.

Saragos gestures. 
A muted roar begins to emanate from Saragos's arms.

Damiza gestures at Asildu.

Saragos begins to focus intently on Asildu.

Asildu stands up.

Primal World Ender Anuril just arrived. 
Shifting winds gently blow from behind Anuril.

You notice as a russet lynx pads into the area.

The russet lynx begins to watch the goings on carefully.

Anuril casually observes the area.

Saragos gestures at Asildu. 
A bolt of bluish lightning blazes out of the sky toward Asildu! 
The worst of the bolt misses, but tendrils of lightning lash out in passing to scorch his right hand.

Saragos begins to focus intently on Asildu.

Asildu says, "Well, if this is how you want to play."

Saragos sweeps both hands sharply through the air in Asildu's direction. 
Asildu's subdermal keratosis jerks around as a gale blows past it. 
Asildu is struck by a violent wind that lands a good hit that bakes the sternum and sears the organs within!

The splitting maul lands at Unaka's feet. 
The powerful currents swirling about the immaculate drake cease as her lifeforce fades.

Kethrai asks Anuril, "How can he sleep through this?"

Rileos dusts himself off.

Crobin scans the area briefly.

Anuril smirks at Kethrai.

Vaddon joins Unaka's group.

Kystrk joins Unaka's group.

Divy asks, "See anything left?"

Kethrai closes his eyes for a moment and grows still.

Ezerak scans the area briefly.

Wenwick grins.

Unaka exclaims, "We protected the baker!"

Crobin says, "I don't see anything."

A Human crier steps in and announces, "Guards, the adventurers have it at the toll of Asketi's Hunt! Five roisaen until you report to post." She then rushes off.

Seydin asks, "What about to the right?"

[General] Your mind hears Myrable thinking, "Arthe Dale is safe n sound"

Crobin says, "Lets head towards Empath make sure they are clear there."

Kethrai says, "There's one near the ranger guild, but it looks like it's handled."

Mangor says, "It's clear."

[General] Your mind hears Gwenddolyn thinking, "the sound part is the best at the Inn"

Unaka says, "Yes, boss. Moving in 5 toward the Empath guild."

Rileos puts his axe in his war belt.

Holy Guardian Unaka strides east, leading her group.

You follow Saragos east. 
[The Crossing, Clanthew Boulevard] 
A side entrance to the Academy, in the form of a low, bronze gate, stands here. Students and faculty come and go through it, since it provides convenient access to the inns and eateries clustered to the north and east of Elanthia's most renowned seat of learning and research. Several blocks to the east looms the dome of the Champions' Arena, which also houses the Barbarians' Guild and farther north, both within and without the sheltering walls of town, lie various other Guilds. You also see a sand-hued lynx with a tufted black-tipped tail and a town guard.

[General] Your mind hears Comfrin thinking, "The company by the baker is gone. I see nothing else in this area"

Saragos asks Ezerak, "You seeing anything else?"

Saragos scans the area briefly.

Damiza says, "Not sensing anything."

[General] Your mind hears Darkewolff thinking, "Hengwild still says something is running around."

Ezerak shakes his head.

Ezerak says, "I think we're clear."

[General] Your mind hears Saragos thinking, "Town's looking pretty clear, call them out if you see any others."

You hear the voice of a Human crier from the street nearby, "Two roisaen until we retake the streets. The first patrol will be through the Half Pint. Stragglers, you will be arrested for Dereliction. This is your only warning."

(travel, looking for any straggling drakes)

Ezerak asks, "Well, now what?"

Golameth says, "See what Unaka has to say."

* Unaka returns home from a hard day of adventuring.

Golameth snickers.

Golameth says, "She has nothing to say."

Ezerak chuckles.

(Everyone went to the Empath's Guild/separate ways. Log ended.)

Aylay

2024-10-28T21:00:24Z

RWYCKOFF: font

{{PC
|name=Aylay Meridar
|race=Human
|guild=Ranger
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Thanlon, Zoi, Leilanie
}}
[[File:Aylay.jpg|thumb]]

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 ''"She found her way back to herself, and then a little beyond."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==
You see Woodland Shadow Aylay Meridar, a Human. 
She has slightly pointed ears and sparkling brown eyes. Her golden hair is long and curly, and is worn loose. She has tanned skin. 
She appear to be an adult. 
Her right hip has a tattoo of a wispy white-haired fae with outstretched dragonfly-like wings settled atop a fluffy white dandelion. 

She is holding a kertig straight-edged huntress scimitar with an icesteel hilt and twisted ivy inlay in her right hand. 
She is wearing a dull serpent earcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a clinging doeskin dress trimmed with beaded eagle feathers, an ebonwood shadow huntress' wristcuff inlaid with translucent icesteel vines, some glossy golden zills, a worn fur pouch with a sleek otter-head cover flap inset with cambrinth eyes and some earthen brown boots twined with verdant leafy vines.

==<code>''The Earthquake''</code>==

<big>
Sparkling large brown eyes, not unlike a doe, gazed at the world around her.

</big>


Elanthia had crumpled around her in a moment of chaos. Shaken, she could slowly feel the land calm around her; it was almost as if the wind whispered to her that she need not be afraid, and in the peace of the forest she wasn’t. Alone in moccasin covered feet, she followed the path that lay out before her, and she followed as the trees began to thin and the quiet hum of nature dulled and the bustle of city began to fill her with a quiet anxiety. She inhaled one last breath of fresh air and mustered up all the bravery she could and stepped beyond the comfort she had known. She wandered along the paved streets silently, the ground unforgiving beneath her feet; everything about this place was hard. She stood out- sun kissed skin, leaves in her golden curls, small pointed ears like a pixie’s. The young girl’s heart began to panic, everything was so unnatural. Her feet urged her to run, but something in her heart beckoned her to stay. Her eye caught sight of a familiar face; the sleek black wolf ran up alongside her, nuzzling his head into the young girl’s side. She reached a hand down; nails dirty from a life spent one with the earth, and pet the wild soul. The wolf took a few steps forward and turned around expectedly gazing at her and with a silent exchange she followed.


 
   

<3

Aylay

2024-10-28T20:29:59Z

RWYCKOFF: added photo

{{PC
|name=Aylay Meridar
|race=Human
|guild=Ranger
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Thanlon, Zoi, Leilanie
}}
[[File:Aylay.jpg|thumb]]

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 ''"She found her way back to herself, and then a little beyond."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==
You see Woodland Shadow Aylay Meridar, a Human. 
She has slightly pointed ears and sparkling brown eyes. Her golden hair is long and curly, and is worn loose. She has tanned skin. 
She appear to be an adult. 
Her right hip has a tattoo of a wispy white-haired fae with outstretched dragonfly-like wings settled atop a fluffy white dandelion. 

She is holding a kertig straight-edged huntress scimitar with an icesteel hilt and twisted ivy inlay in her right hand. 
She is wearing a dull serpent earcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a clinging doeskin dress trimmed with beaded eagle feathers, an ebonwood shadow huntress' wristcuff inlaid with translucent icesteel vines, some glossy golden zills, a worn fur pouch with a sleek otter-head cover flap inset with cambrinth eyes and some earthen brown boots twined with verdant leafy vines.

==<code>''The Earthquake''</code>==

Sparkling large brown eyes, not unlike a doe, gazed at the world around her.

Elanthia had crumpled around her in a moment of chaos. Shaken, she could slowly feel the land calm around her; it was almost as if the wind whispered to her that she need not be afraid, and in the peace of the forest she wasn’t. Alone in moccasin covered feet, she followed the path that lay out before her, and she followed as the trees began to thin and the quiet hum of nature dulled and the bustle of city began to fill her with a quiet anxiety. She inhaled one last breath of fresh air and mustered up all the bravery she could and stepped beyond the comfort she had known. She wandered along the paved streets silently, the ground unforgiving beneath her feet; everything about this place was hard. She stood out- sun kissed skin, leaves in her golden curls, small pointed ears like a pixie’s. The young girl’s heart began to panic, everything was so unnatural. Her feet urged her to run, but something in her heart beckoned her to stay. Her eye caught sight of a familiar face; the sleek black wolf ran up alongside her, nuzzling his head into the young girl’s side. She reached a hand down; nails dirty from a life spent one with the earth, and pet the wild soul. The wolf took a few steps forward and turned around expectedly gazing at her and with a silent exchange she followed.

 
   

<3

File:Aylay.jpg

2024-10-28T20:29:36Z

RWYCKOFF:

photo description of aylay

Aylay

2024-10-17T19:08:00Z

RWYCKOFF: removed picture

{{PC
|name=Aylay Meridar
|race=Human
|guild=Ranger
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Thanlon, Zoi, Leilanie
}}

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 ''"She found her way back to herself, and then a little beyond."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==
You see Woodland Shadow Aylay Meridar, a Human. [[File:aylay1.jpg|right|250px]]
She has slightly pointed ears and sparkling brown eyes. Her golden hair is long and curly, and is worn loose. She has tanned skin. 
She appear to be an adult. 
Her right hip has a tattoo of a wispy white-haired fae with outstretched dragonfly-like wings settled atop a fluffy white dandelion. 

She is holding a kertig straight-edged huntress scimitar with an icesteel hilt and twisted ivy inlay in her right hand. 
She is wearing a dull serpent earcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a clinging doeskin dress trimmed with beaded eagle feathers, an ebonwood shadow huntress' wristcuff inlaid with translucent icesteel vines, some glossy golden zills, a worn fur pouch with a sleek otter-head cover flap inset with cambrinth eyes and some earthen brown boots twined with verdant leafy vines.

== <code>''The Earthquake''</code> ==

Sparkling large brown eyes, not unlike a doe, gazed at the world around her.

Elanthia had crumpled around her in a moment of chaos. Shaken, she could slowly feel the land calm around her; it was almost as if the wind whispered to her that she need not be afraid, and in the peace of the forest she wasn’t. Alone in moccasin covered feet, she followed the path that lay out before her, and she followed as the trees began to thin and the quiet hum of nature dulled and the bustle of city began to fill her with a quiet anxiety. She inhaled one last breath of fresh air and mustered up all the bravery she could and stepped beyond the comfort she had known. She wandered along the paved streets silently, the ground unforgiving beneath her feet; everything about this place was hard. She stood out- sun kissed skin, leaves in her golden curls, small pointed ears like a pixie’s. The young girl’s heart began to panic, everything was so unnatural. Her feet urged her to run, but something in her heart beckoned her to stay. Her eye caught sight of a familiar face; the sleek black wolf ran up alongside her, nuzzling his head into the young girl’s side. She reached a hand down; nails dirty from a life spent one with the earth, and pet the wild soul. The wolf took a few steps forward and turned around expectedly gazing at her and with a silent exchange she followed.

   

<3

Klausette

2024-10-01T20:00:00Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Klausette Gnickerbocker
|race=Gnome
|gender=female
|guild=Trader
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Tinkery
}}

<blockquote>[[File:Klausette.webp|thumb]] ''You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.''   
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Klausette Gnickerbocker, Puddle Stomper of Elanthia, a Gnome Trader. 
She has slightly pointed ears, sparkling starry silver eyes and a button nose. Her black hair is long and curly, and is worn in a tousled arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some diamondique raindrops. She has fair skin and a shapely figure. 
She is tiny for a Gnome. 
She appears to be an adult. 

She is wearing a cat-shaped silver locket playfully batting at a round-cut rainbow sapphire, a winsome sunkissed chiffon babydoll dress layered over short ruffled bloomers, a thin silver ring displaying a tiny yellow diamond and a pair of bright yellow rain boots fastened with wide silver buckles.

== <code>''Always a Gnome''</code> ==

The smiling Tog placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, a flitting image flashed into her mind; her bouncy curls changed from the shade of strawberries to the color of the night, her sparkling jade eyes suddenly changed from precious gems to color of practical silvers. She nodded her head to the waiting Tog, in a silent acceptance. Her body braced itself and waited, her mind muddled with thoughts that were not entirely her own, oddly enough it was a comfortable feeling. After a few short moments the towering Gor'Tog collapsed exhausted, causing the earth to vibrate beneath her tiny workboot clad feet. After a moment of panic the little Gnome began to giggle once she saw the green man sit up and collect himself. She noticed then she felt more like herself than she could ever remember. In fact, she realized then that she couldn't remember a lot. She was most certain she had always been a Gnome, but of course that couldn't have ever been changed. "Why would you want to?" She thought to herself proudly. She was quite sure she had always been a Trader, her heart tells her it's all that she ever would want to be, but as far as if her heart ever thought it would be something else she couldn't remember. She scratched her head, hoping to kickstart her brain into remembering. Nibbling her lip she sat down to think, it's much easier for your thinker to work when it doesn't have to worry about reminding you to stand. "Let's see...Gnome, Trader...[[Tinkery]]'s most favoritests cousin. That about covers it!" She smiled brightly, knowing she had covered all the important stuff. "Oh, and yellow is my favorite color!" She rose to her feet feeling much more certain, much more Klausette. She wrapped her arms around the jolly Empath's calf and thanked him for all his help then she spun around on the tips of her toes and pattered away.

   

<3

Klausette

2024-10-01T17:15:43Z

RWYCKOFF: removed old photo

{{PC
|name=Klausette Gnickerbocker
|race=Gnome
|gender=female
|guild=Trader
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Tinkery
}}

<blockquote>[[File:Klausette.webp|thumb]] ''You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.''   
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Klausette Gnickerbocker, Puddle Stomper of Elanthia, a Gnome Trader. 
She has slightly pointed ears, sparkling starry silver eyes and a button nose. Her black hair is long and curly, and is worn in a tousled arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some diamondique raindrops. She has fair skin and a shapely figure. 
She is tiny for a Gnome. 
She appears to be an adult. 

She is wearing a cat-shaped silver locket playfully batting at a round-cut rainbow sapphire, a winsome sunkissed chiffon babydoll dress layered over short ruffled bloomers, a thin silver ring displaying a tiny yellow diamond and a pair of bright yellow rain boots fastened with wide silver buckles.

== <code>''Always a Gnome''</code> ==

The smiling Tog placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, a flitting image flashed into her mind; her bouncy curls changed from the shade of strawberries to the color of the night, her sparkling jade eyes suddenly changed from precious gems to color of practical silvers. She nodded her head to the waiting Tog, in a silent acceptance. Her body braced itself and waited, her mind muddled with thoughts that were not entirely her own, oddly enough it was a comfortable feeling. After a few short moments the towering Gor'Tog collapsed exhausted, causing the earth to vibrate beneath her tiny workboot clad feet. After a moment of panic the little Gnome began to giggle once she saw the green man sit up and collect himself. She noticed then she felt more like herself than she could ever remember. In fact, she realized then that she couldn't remember a lot. She was most certain she had always been a Gnome, but of course that couldn't have ever been changed. "Why would you want to?" She thought to herself proudly. She was quite sure she had always been a Trader, her heart tells her it's all that she ever would want to be, but as far as if her heart ever thought it would be something else she couldn't remember. She scratched her head, hoping to kickstart her brain into remembering. Nibbling her lip she sat down to think, it's much easier for your thinker to work when it doesn't have to worry about reminding you to stand. "Let's see...Gnome, Trader...[[Tinkery]]'s most favoritests cousin. That about covers it!" She smiled brightly, knowing she had covered all the important stuff. "Oh, and yellow is my favorite color!" She rose to her feet feeling much more certain, much more Klausette. She wrapped her arms around the jolly Empath's calf and thanked him for all his help then she spun around on the tips of her toes and pattered away.

   

<3

Klausette

2024-10-01T17:15:11Z

RWYCKOFF: added photo

{{PC
|name=Klausette Gnickerbocker
|race=Gnome
|gender=female
|guild=Trader
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Tinkery
}}
[[File:Klausie.png|thumb]]

<blockquote>[[File:Klausette.webp|thumb]] ''You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.''   
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Klausette Gnickerbocker, Puddle Stomper of Elanthia, a Gnome Trader. 
She has slightly pointed ears, sparkling starry silver eyes and a button nose. Her black hair is long and curly, and is worn in a tousled arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some diamondique raindrops. She has fair skin and a shapely figure. 
She is tiny for a Gnome. 
She appears to be an adult. 

She is wearing a cat-shaped silver locket playfully batting at a round-cut rainbow sapphire, a winsome sunkissed chiffon babydoll dress layered over short ruffled bloomers, a thin silver ring displaying a tiny yellow diamond and a pair of bright yellow rain boots fastened with wide silver buckles.

== <code>''Always a Gnome''</code> ==

The smiling Tog placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, a flitting image flashed into her mind; her bouncy curls changed from the shade of strawberries to the color of the night, her sparkling jade eyes suddenly changed from precious gems to color of practical silvers. She nodded her head to the waiting Tog, in a silent acceptance. Her body braced itself and waited, her mind muddled with thoughts that were not entirely her own, oddly enough it was a comfortable feeling. After a few short moments the towering Gor'Tog collapsed exhausted, causing the earth to vibrate beneath her tiny workboot clad feet. After a moment of panic the little Gnome began to giggle once she saw the green man sit up and collect himself. She noticed then she felt more like herself than she could ever remember. In fact, she realized then that she couldn't remember a lot. She was most certain she had always been a Gnome, but of course that couldn't have ever been changed. "Why would you want to?" She thought to herself proudly. She was quite sure she had always been a Trader, her heart tells her it's all that she ever would want to be, but as far as if her heart ever thought it would be something else she couldn't remember. She scratched her head, hoping to kickstart her brain into remembering. Nibbling her lip she sat down to think, it's much easier for your thinker to work when it doesn't have to worry about reminding you to stand. "Let's see...Gnome, Trader...[[Tinkery]]'s most favoritests cousin. That about covers it!" She smiled brightly, knowing she had covered all the important stuff. "Oh, and yellow is my favorite color!" She rose to her feet feeling much more certain, much more Klausette. She wrapped her arms around the jolly Empath's calf and thanked him for all his help then she spun around on the tips of her toes and pattered away.

   

<3

File:Klausette.webp

2024-10-01T17:14:39Z

RWYCKOFF:

Photo description of Klausette

Riverlynn

2024-09-30T21:33:37Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Riverlynn Razi
|race=Elf
|gender=female
|guild=undisclosed
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Uritel
}}

<blockquote>
<blockquote>[[File:Riverlynn2.png|thumb]]'' "There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I am too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I am not going to let anybody see you."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi-defiqe, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. 

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a thigh-length black silk chemise with a lace trimmed hem, a slender crested ring of twisted silver, a tortuous silversteel bonding ring riven by a dusky grey wraithheart, a mood ring and a pair of black combat boots with tarnished silver buckles.



== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==


A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless. She watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go....she followed.



   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

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Riverlynn

2024-09-30T21:30:14Z

RWYCKOFF: /* Description */

<blockquote>
<blockquote>[[File:Riverlynn2.png|thumb]]'' "There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I am too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I am not going to let anybody see you."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi-defiqe, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. 

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a thigh-length black silk chemise with a lace trimmed hem, a slender crested ring of twisted silver, a tortuous silversteel bonding ring riven by a dusky grey wraithheart, a mood ring and a pair of black combat boots with tarnished silver buckles.



== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==


A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless. She watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go....she followed.



   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

<3

Riverlynn

2024-09-30T21:29:14Z

RWYCKOFF: added photo

<blockquote>
<blockquote>[[File:Riverlynn2.png|thumb]]'' "There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I am too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I am not going to let anybody see you."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi-defiqe, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a thigh-length black silk chemise with a lace trimmed hem, a slender crested ring of twisted silver, a tortuous silversteel bonding ring riven by a dusky grey wraithheart, a mood ring and a pair of black combat boots with tarnished silver buckles.



== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==


A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless. She watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go....she followed.



   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

<3

File:Riverlynn2.png

2024-09-30T21:28:39Z

RWYCKOFF:

photo depiction of Riverlynn

Klausette

2024-09-30T20:57:31Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Klausette Gnickerbocker
|race=Gnome
|gender=female
|guild=Trader
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Tinkery
}}
[[File:Klausie.png|thumb]]

<blockquote>
 ''You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.''   
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Klausette Gnickerbocker, Puddle Stomper of Elanthia, a Gnome Trader. 
She has slightly pointed ears, sparkling starry silver eyes and a button nose. Her black hair is long and curly, and is worn in a tousled arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some diamondique raindrops. She has fair skin and a shapely figure. 
She is tiny for a Gnome. 
She appears to be an adult. 

She is wearing a cat-shaped silver locket playfully batting at a round-cut rainbow sapphire, a winsome sunkissed chiffon babydoll dress layered over short ruffled bloomers, a thin silver ring displaying a tiny yellow diamond and a pair of bright yellow rain boots fastened with wide silver buckles.

== <code>''Always a Gnome''</code> ==

The smiling Tog placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, a flitting image flashed into her mind; her bouncy curls changed from the shade of strawberries to the color of the night, her sparkling jade eyes suddenly changed from precious gems to color of practical silvers. She nodded her head to the waiting Tog, in a silent acceptance. Her body braced itself and waited, her mind muddled with thoughts that were not entirely her own, oddly enough it was a comfortable feeling. After a few short moments the towering Gor'Tog collapsed exhausted, causing the earth to vibrate beneath her tiny workboot clad feet. After a moment of panic the little Gnome began to giggle once she saw the green man sit up and collect himself. She noticed then she felt more like herself than she could ever remember. In fact, she realized then that she couldn't remember a lot. She was most certain she had always been a Gnome, but of course that couldn't have ever been changed. "Why would you want to?" She thought to herself proudly. She was quite sure she had always been a Trader, her heart tells her it's all that she ever would want to be, but as far as if her heart ever thought it would be something else she couldn't remember. She scratched her head, hoping to kickstart her brain into remembering. Nibbling her lip she sat down to think, it's much easier for your thinker to work when it doesn't have to worry about reminding you to stand. "Let's see...Gnome, Trader...[[Tinkery]]'s most favoritests cousin. That about covers it!" She smiled brightly, knowing she had covered all the important stuff. "Oh, and yellow is my favorite color!" She rose to her feet feeling much more certain, much more Klausette. She wrapped her arms around the jolly Empath's calf and thanked him for all his help then she spun around on the tips of her toes and pattered away.

   

<3

Klausette

2024-09-30T20:56:25Z

RWYCKOFF: photo change

{{PC
|name=Klausette Gnickerbocker
|race=Gnome
|gender=female
|guild=Trader
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Tinkery
}}
[[File:Klausie.png|thumb]]

<blockquote>
 ''You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.''   
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Klausette Gnickerbocker, Puddle Stomper of Elanthia, a Gnome Trader. 
She has slightly pointed ears, sparkling starry silver eyes and a button nose. Her black hair is long and curly, and is worn in a tousled arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some diamondique raindrops. She has fair skin and a shapely figure. 
She is tiny for a Gnome. 
She appears to be an adult. 

She is wearing a cat-shaped silver locket playfully batting at a round-cut rainbow sapphire, a winsome sunkissed chiffon babydoll dress layered over short ruffled bloomers, a thin silver ring displaying a tiny yellow diamond and a pair of bright yellow rain boots fastened with wide silver buckles.

== <code>''Always a Gnome''</code> ==

The smiling Tog placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, a flitting image flashed into her mind; her bouncy curls changed from the shade of strawberries to the color of the night, her sparkling jade eyes suddenly changed from precious gems to color of practical silvers. She nodded her head to the waiting Tog, in a silent acceptance. Her body braced itself and waited, her mind muddled with thoughts that were not entirely her own, oddly enough it was a comfortable feeling. After a few short moments the towering Gor'Tog collapsed exhausted, causing the earth to vibrate beneath her tiny workboot clad feet. After a moment of panic the little Gnome began to giggle once she saw the green man sit up and collect himself. She noticed then she felt more like herself than she could ever remember. In fact, she realized then that she couldn't remember a lot. She was most certain she had always been a Gnome, but of course that couldn't have ever been changed. "Why would you want to?" She thought to herself proudly. She was quite sure she had always been a Trader, her heart tells her it's all that she ever would want to be, but as far as if her heart ever thought it would be something else she couldn't remember. She scratched her head, hoping to kickstart her brain into remembering. Nibbling her lip she sat down to think, it's much easier for your thinker to work when it doesn't have to worry about reminding you to stand. "Let's see...Gnome, Trader...[[Tinkery]]'s most favoritests cousin. That about covers it!" She smiled brightly, knowing she had covered all the important stuff. "Oh, and yellow is my favorite color!" She rose to her feet feeling much more certain, much more Klausette. She wrapped her arms around the jolly Empath's calf and thanked him for all his help then she spun around on the tips of her toes and pattered away.

   

<3

File:Klausie.png

2024-09-30T20:55:54Z

RWYCKOFF:

photo description of Klausette

Klausette

2024-09-30T19:08:34Z

RWYCKOFF: /* Description */

{{PC
|name=Klausette Gnickerbocker
|race=Gnome
|gender=female
|guild=Trader
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Tinkery
}}

<blockquote>
 ''You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.''   
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Klausette Gnickerbocker, Puddle Stomper of Elanthia, a Gnome Trader. 
She has slightly pointed ears, sparkling starry silver eyes and a button nose. Her black hair is long and curly, and is worn in a tousled arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some diamondique raindrops. She has fair skin and a shapely figure. 
She is tiny for a Gnome. 
She appears to be an adult. 

She is wearing a cat-shaped silver locket playfully batting at a round-cut rainbow sapphire, a winsome sunkissed chiffon babydoll dress layered over short ruffled bloomers, a thin silver ring displaying a tiny yellow diamond and a pair of bright yellow rain boots fastened with wide silver buckles.

== <code>''Always a Gnome''</code> ==

The smiling Tog placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, a flitting image flashed into her mind; her bouncy curls changed from the shade of strawberries to the color of the night, her sparkling jade eyes suddenly changed from precious gems to color of practical silvers. She nodded her head to the waiting Tog, in a silent acceptance. Her body braced itself and waited, her mind muddled with thoughts that were not entirely her own, oddly enough it was a comfortable feeling. After a few short moments the towering Gor'Tog collapsed exhausted, causing the earth to vibrate beneath her tiny workboot clad feet. After a moment of panic the little Gnome began to giggle once she saw the green man sit up and collect himself. She noticed then she felt more like herself than she could ever remember. In fact, she realized then that she couldn't remember a lot. She was most certain she had always been a Gnome, but of course that couldn't have ever been changed. "Why would you want to?" She thought to herself proudly. She was quite sure she had always been a Trader, her heart tells her it's all that she ever would want to be, but as far as if her heart ever thought it would be something else she couldn't remember. She scratched her head, hoping to kickstart her brain into remembering. Nibbling her lip she sat down to think, it's much easier for your thinker to work when it doesn't have to worry about reminding you to stand. "Let's see...Gnome, Trader...[[Tinkery]]'s most favoritests cousin. That about covers it!" She smiled brightly, knowing she had covered all the important stuff. "Oh, and yellow is my favorite color!" She rose to her feet feeling much more certain, much more Klausette. She wrapped her arms around the jolly Empath's calf and thanked him for all his help then she spun around on the tips of her toes and pattered away.

   

<3

Klausette

2024-09-30T19:05:17Z

RWYCKOFF: removed picture

{{PC
|name=Klausette Gnickerbocker
|race=Gnome
|gender=female
|guild=Trader
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Tinkery
}}

<blockquote>
 ''You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.''   
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Klausette Gnickerbocker, Puddle Stomper of Elanthia, a Gnome Trader. 
She has sparkling silver eyes and a button nose. Her black hair is long and curly, and is worn in a tousled arrangement of upswept locks held in place by some diamondique raindrops. She has rosy skin accented by some rainbow-hued glitter and a plump figure. 
She is tiny for a Gnome. 
She appears to be an adult. 

She is wearing a raincloud grey dress with layered skirts of filmy windstorm gossamer, a targe, a spiraling crystal wristcuff adorned with an array of rainbow sapphires, a trio of thin platinum rings channel-set with rainbow sapphires, a pair of copper zills and a pair of bright yellow boots fastened with wide silver buckles.

== <code>''Always a Gnome''</code> ==

The smiling Tog placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, a flitting image flashed into her mind; her bouncy curls changed from the shade of strawberries to the color of the night, her sparkling jade eyes suddenly changed from precious gems to color of practical silvers. She nodded her head to the waiting Tog, in a silent acceptance. Her body braced itself and waited, her mind muddled with thoughts that were not entirely her own, oddly enough it was a comfortable feeling. After a few short moments the towering Gor'Tog collapsed exhausted, causing the earth to vibrate beneath her tiny workboot clad feet. After a moment of panic the little Gnome began to giggle once she saw the green man sit up and collect himself. She noticed then she felt more like herself than she could ever remember. In fact, she realized then that she couldn't remember a lot. She was most certain she had always been a Gnome, but of course that couldn't have ever been changed. "Why would you want to?" She thought to herself proudly. She was quite sure she had always been a Trader, her heart tells her it's all that she ever would want to be, but as far as if her heart ever thought it would be something else she couldn't remember. She scratched her head, hoping to kickstart her brain into remembering. Nibbling her lip she sat down to think, it's much easier for your thinker to work when it doesn't have to worry about reminding you to stand. "Let's see...Gnome, Trader...[[Tinkery]]'s most favoritests cousin. That about covers it!" She smiled brightly, knowing she had covered all the important stuff. "Oh, and yellow is my favorite color!" She rose to her feet feeling much more certain, much more Klausette. She wrapped her arms around the jolly Empath's calf and thanked him for all his help then she spun around on the tips of her toes and pattered away.

   

<3

Riverlynn

2024-09-20T23:27:04Z

RWYCKOFF:

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
'' "There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I am too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I am not going to let anybody see you."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi-defiqe, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a thigh-length black silk chemise with a lace trimmed hem, a slender crested ring of twisted silver, a tortuous silversteel bonding ring riven by a dusky grey wraithheart, a mood ring and a pair of black combat boots with tarnished silver buckles.



== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==


A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless. She watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go....she followed.



   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

<3

Rangers of renown

2019-06-18T21:08:14Z

RWYCKOFF:

==Crossing==
'''Last updated:''' 8 Moliko 430 (2019-04-19) 
 
Let it be known, the following Rangers are those that have shown skill in all aspects of the Ranger that I have deemed worthy:
:'''Criteria''': {{skill|Evasion}}, {{skill|Locksmithing}}, {{skill|Athletics}}, {{skill|First Aid}}, {{skill|Skinning}} and {{skill|Primary Magic}}.
{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
!Rank!!Name!!Race
|-
|1||[[Aylay]]||Human
|-
|2||[[Brahmer]]||Elf
|-
|3||[[Illumanari]]||Elf
|-
|4||[[Falkonis]]||Elf
|-
|5||[[Fengreve]]||Elf
|-
|6||[[Erlo]]||Kaldar
|-
|7||[[Etreu]]||Human
|-
|8||[[Hanryu]]||Kaldar
|-
|9||[[Etherian]]||Elf
|-
|10||[[Calgakus]]||Human
|-
|11||[[Yuoree]]||Dwarf
|-
|12||[[Rizitel]]||Elf
|-
|13||[[Veela]]||Halfling
|-
|14||[[Tarzin]]||Elf
|-
|15||[[Saracus]]||Elf
|-
|16||[[Maltris]]||Elf
|-
|17||[[Epol]]||Elf
|-
|18||[[Tormosk]]||Gor'Tog
|-
|19||[[Euph]]||Halfling
|-
|20||[[Ziazu]]||Elf
|-
|21||[[Algieon]]||Halfling
|-
|22||[[Sarvatt]]||Halfling
|-
|23||[[Ponni]]||Elf
|-
|24||[[Artilius]]||S'Kra Mur
|-
|25||[[Asterid]]||Elf
|-
|}

==Riverhaven==
'''Last updated:''' 30 Nissa 429 (2019-02-13) 
 
Let it be known, the following Rangers are those that have progressed this season to a point where they should be able to take care of themselves in the wild.
:'''Criteria''': Have to be under 20th [[circle]].
{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
!Rank!!Name!!Race
|-
|1||[[Rhemi]]||Elf
|-
|}

==Langenfirth==
'''Last updated:''' 8 Moliko 430 (2019-04-19) 
 
Let it be known, the following Rangers are those that have shown skill in all aspects of the bow.
:'''Criteria''': {{skill|Bow}} and {{skill|Crossbows}}
{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
!Rank!!Name!!Race
|-
|1||[[Algieon]]||Halfling
|-
|2||[[Rizitel]]||Elf
|-
|3||[[Aylay]]||Human
|-
|4||[[Nefarious]]||Halfling
|-
|5||[[Kenjay]]||Human
|-
|6||[[Etreu]]||Human
|-
|7||[[Hanryu]]||Kaldar
|-
|8||[[Yincoh]]||Elothean
|-
|9||[[Tarzin]]||Elf
|-
|10||[[Erlo]]||Kaldar
|-
|11||[[Veela]]||Halfling
|-
|12||[[Brahmer]]||Elf
|-
|13||[[Aourn]]||Kaldar
|-
|14||[[Falkonis]]||Elf
|-
|15||[[Maelith]]||Elf
|-
|16||[[Kivian]]||Human
|-
|17||[[Theale]]||Elf
|-
|18||[[Yuoree]]||Dwarf
|-
|19||[[Ardale]]||Elf
|-
|20||[[Rejik]]||Prydaen
|-
|21||[[Taljin]]||Elf
|-
|22||[[Kartaan]]||Elf
|-
|23||[[Trexi]]||Halfling
|-
|24||[[Asterid]]||Elf
|-
|25||[[Lileath]]||Elf
|-
|}

==Shard==
'''Last updated:''' 8 Moliko 430 (2019-04-19) 
 
Let it be known, the following Rangers are those that have shown skill in the finer points of flora and fauna.
:'''Criteria''': {{skill|Outdoorsmanship}}
{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
!Rank!!Name!!Race
|-
|1||[[Brahmer]]||Elf
|-
|2||[[Saracus]]||Elf
|-
|3||[[Etherian]]||Elf
|-
|4||[[Tsarenzi]]||S'Kra Mur
|-
|5||[[Veela]]||Halfling
|-
|6||[[Kesava]]||Human
|-
|7||[[Gamalon]]||S'Kra Mur
|-
|8||[[Illumanari]]||Elf
|-
|9||[[Kivian]]||Human
|-
|10||[[Aleyden]]||Prydaen
|-
|11||[[Evetriall]]||Human
|-
|12||[[Nefarious]]||Halfling
|-
|13||[[Etreu]]||Human
|-
|14||[[Nawarr]]||S'Kra Mur
|-
|15||[[Aylay]]||Human
|-
|16||[[Hanryu]]||Kaldar
|-
|17||[[Telrenth]]||Elf
|-
|18||[[Strithas]]||Human
|-
|19||[[Zephyria]]||Elf
|-
|20||[[Artilius]]||S'Kra Mur
|-
|21||[[Apreta]]||Prydaen
|-
|22||[[Mossyoak]]||Halfling
|-
|23||[[Tormosk]]||Gor'Tog
|-
|24||[[Erlo]]||Kaldar
|-
|25||[[Falkonis]]||Elf
|-
|}

==Aesry Surlaenis'a==
'''Last updated:''' It is the 7th month of Moliko the Balance in the year of the Amber Phoenix. (2019-04-27) 
 
Let it be known, the following Rangers are those that have shown skill in the more subtle ways of the Ranger.
:'''Criteria''': {{skill|Stealth}}, {{skill|Scouting}} and {{skill|Perception}}
{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
Name Race
-------------------------------------------------
1 Nefarious Halfling
2 Aleyden Everden Prydaen
3 Halzo Human
4 Hanryu Ves'Shomis Kaldar
5 Aylay Meridar Human
6 Ponni Elf
7 Illumanari Elf
8 Falkonis Rahl Elf
9 Veela Rainwood Halfling
10 Evetriall Skydome Human
11 Taljin D'Niore Elf
12 Rizitel Zydean Elf
13 Moriath D'Arbois Human
14 Yosomono Prydaen
15 Etherian Su'otsu Elf
16 Mossyoak Treehunter Halfling
17 Saracus RoseMerry Elf
18 Caelfind O'Curnean Elf
19 Nilerbone Rish'tidugeno Prydaen
20 Tormosk Reconge Gor'Tog
21 Forgenash Levyman Gor'Tog
22 Kenjay Caemlyn Human
23 Artilius Mehath'hhs'mhhg S'Kra Mur
24 Jalika Tenretni Elf
25 Asterid Majereux Elf
-------------------------------------------------

==Boar Clan==
'''Last updated:''' 8 Moliko 430 (2019-04-19) 
 
Let it be known, the following Rangers are those that have advanced well within the Guild.
:'''Criteria''': [[Circle]]
{|class="wikitable sortable"
|-
!Rank!!Name!!Race
|-
|1||[[Illumanari]]||Elf
|-
|2||[[Nefarious]]||Halfling
|-
|3||[[Aylay]]||Human
|-
|4||[[Brahmer]]||Elf
|-
|5||[[Etreu]]||Human
|-
|6||[[Falkonis]]||Elf
|-
|7||[[Rizitel]]||Elf
|-
|8||[[Yuoree]]||Dwarf
|-
|9||[[Aleyden]]||Prydaen
|-
|10||[[Halzo]]||Human
|-
|11||[[Etherian]]||Elf
|-
|12||[[Hanryu]]||Kaldar
|-
|13||[[Euph]]||Halfling
|-
|14||[[Artilius]]||S'Kra Mur
|-
|15||[[Rascardian]]||Elf
|-
|16||[[Sarvatt]]||Halfling
|-
|17||[[Ziazu]]||Elf
|-
|18||[[Epol]]||Elf
|-
|19||[[Zephyria]]||Elf
|-
|20||[[Saracus]]||Elf
|-
|21||[[Veela]]||Halfling
|-
|22||[[Evetriall]]||Human
|-
|23||[[Jalika]]||Elf
|-
|24||[[Zalan]]||Kaldar
|-
|}

Riverlynn

2018-04-22T05:38:48Z

RWYCKOFF:

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 '' "There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I am too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I am not going to let anybody see you."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi-defiqe, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a thigh-length black silk chemise with a lace trimmed hem, a slender crested ring of twisted silver, a tortuous silversteel bonding ring riven by a dusky grey wraithheart, a mood ring and a pair of black combat boots with tarnished silver buckles.

== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==

A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless. She watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go....she followed.

   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

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Item:Monkey

2018-03-28T03:25:03Z

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{{Item
|name=<article> <adjective> <noun>
|noun=monkey
|look=-
|MTag=-
|type=pet, verby
|wearloc=-
|weight=5
|appcost=0
|lsize=1
|wsize=1
|hsize=1
|sourcetype=-
|fname=No
}}
{{RTOC}}

__NOTOC__
Monkeys are pets that could be found in [[Duskruin Labyrinth]] during [[Drathrok's Duskruin 426]].

As per GM [[Evike]]: "Some verbs are [[Estate Holder|PREMIUM]] only. Monkeys will follow ALL players, however. Even though they will follow you, please be smart and take your monkey with you over water, dangerous terrain etc., pick up your monkey when you go in the vault and when you log out to be safe. Monkeys are similar to {{ilink|i|kitten}}s, but DO NOT HAVE TIERS, they are already smart. [[Item registration|REGISTER]] YOUR MONKEY. '''ONE MONKEY MAY BE OBTAINED PER CHARACTER''' but may be given away (use {{com|give}} twice)."

==Descriptions==
'''Note:''' Article and Adjective list may not be complete.
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! Article
! Adjective
! Noun
|-valign="top"
|
{{columns-list|2|
*albino
*bare-bottomed
*blue-faced
*brassy-haired
*bright-eyed
*chubby
*cream-colored
*dark-masked
*ebon
*fiery red
*fuzzy
*ghostly white
*lanky
*lilac
*lithe
*long-nosed
*long-tailed
*multicolored
*night-hued
*orange
*pale-eyed
*pallid
*pink-bottomed
*pocket-sized
*pure white
*sickly
*slender
*small
*smelly
*snowy
*spiky-haired
*striped
*sunset-hued
*tiny
*violet
*white-masked
*wooly
}}
|
*arsharra
*catacomb
*crypt
*grotto
*Idon's song
*Lost Crossing
*subterranean
*temple
*undercroft
*Undershard
|
*marmoset
*monkey
*paguur
*tamarin
*zari
|}

==Study==
Being quite familiar with the monkey, you believe you could interact with it in a number of ways, including: feed, wave, greet, drop, put*, pet, clean, poke, whisper, hug, kiss, smooch, scratch, tickle, snuggle, get or give**.

==Analyze==
===Verb Clarifications===
<nowiki>*</nowiki> These monkeys ONLY enjoy being placed inside their own special containers. Don't lose yours! 
<nowiki>**</nowiki> These monkeys CAN be given away. Using GIVE clears you as the owner.

===Moods===
The monkeys have moods. Certain verbs can increase their level of agitation or affection. The same verbs can generate MANY potential responses depending on your monkey's current mood!

===Alterations===
Certain alterers may be willing to trim, dye, or add designs to your monkey's fur, or otherwise make descriptive alterations to it. Not all alterers will be willing to work with them. We will not, under any circumstance, allow alterations that imply abuse or cruelty. The alterer has the final say to what she will allow -- please don't argue.

==Verbs==
Verbs marked with an asterisk(*) can cause a random response from the monkey.
*{{com|feed}}* (Along with default responses, your pet may also do one of these random actions to eat the item): You attempt to feed a bright red apple to your [adjective] [noun].
**Your [noun] practically pounces on the red apple in your hand, tears off a big bite, and then chews it up with evident delight.
**Your [noun] deigns to take a bite of a bright red apple.
**Your [noun] takes a bite from the offered red apple and then very deliberately spits it out onto the ground.
**Your [noun] nibbles delicately on the red apple.
*{{com|wave}}: Holding your [adjective] [noun], you grab its tail and tug it around to wave in the little [noun]'s face. With lightning speed, the [noun] jabs you in the eye, looking indignant.
*{{com|greet}}: You draw your [adjective] [noun] up close to your face and touch noses with it.
*{{com|pet}}*: You pet your [adjective] [noun].
*{{com|clean}}: You lick your thumb and try to wipe a bit of ick from your [adjective] [noun]'s face. It leans back and side to side, all the while shaking its head, but you persist until your [noun]'s face is smudge free.
*{{com|poke}}*: You poke your [adjective] [noun]. By the look it just gave you, you are now on its last nerve.
*{{com|whisper}}*: You lean in and whisper all your worries to your [adjective] [noun]. Cupping your face in its little hands, the [noun] places its forehead against yours, holding you there a bit longer than necessary.
*{{com|hug}}*: You wrap your arms around your [adjective] [noun] affectionately, squeezing it so tightly it lets out a little grunt.
*{{com|kiss}}*: You smother your [adjective] [noun] with kisses.
*{{com|smooch}}*: You smooch your [adjective] [noun] on the tip of its adorable little nose.
*{{com|scratch}}*: You scratch your [adjective] [noun]'s back affectionately.
*{{com|tickle}}*: You tickle your [adjective] [noun] on its tummy with the very tips of your fingers, causing it to squeal.
*{{com|snuggle}}*: You craddle your [adjective] [noun] in your arms, rocking it to and fro as you hum a soft tune.

===Random Responses===
*What seems like a smile is soon followed by a loud shriek as your [adjective] [noun] spins in circles, pounding its chest in warning.
*Without warning, your [adjective] [noun] lets out a yowl so loud it makes your eardrums sizzle.
*Your [adjective] [noun] balls up its itty-bitty fist and punches you in the stomach.
*Your [adjective] [noun] begins to gibber for no particular reason.
*Your [adjective] [noun] brings one hand up to its mouth and begins to lick between its fingers.
*Your [adjective] [noun] curls its tail around your waist, babbling happily.
*Your [adjective] [noun] fixes you with a hard, unwavering stare, its hands searching for something to throw.
*Your [adjective] [noun] gazes up at you, puckers up its lips, and begins making kissing noises.
*Your [adjective] [noun] grabs your hand and shakes your arm insistently.
*Your [adjective] [noun] grabs your nose with its tiny hand. It stares up at you and twists and tugs until finally you slip a finger under its hand and pry its fingers free. With a look that very clearly says, "I meant to do that," it returns to staring idly into the distance.
*Your [adjective] [noun] hums softly to itself.
*Your [adjective] [noun] leaps onto your shoulder and smacks you right on the face before sliding back down as if nothing ever happened.
*Your [adjective] [noun] nibbles on your fingers, holding on gently.
*Your [adjective] [noun] shoves a finger up its nose and stares up at you with large, innocent eyes.
*Your [adjective] [noun] twists around to bite your hand. Ouch!

==Monkey Harness==
When found during the [[Drathrok's Duskruin 426]] event, the '''monkey''' would be picked up via a harness. Each thigh-worn harness was designed as a monkey home, and could have the following variations in the pattern of:
* a ''<adjective>'' leather harness with a ''<embellishment>'' clasp
* '''Note:''' Adjective and Embellishment list may not be complete.
{| class="wikitable"
|-
! Adjective
! Embellishment
|-valign="top"
|
*black
*blue-violet
*burnt umber
*deep blue
*garnet-red
*pale flaxen
*pale peach
*somber black
*steel-blue
*vermilion
|
*fancy iron
*pure brass
*scratched bronze
*smooth steel
*smooth tin
*stained brass
*tarnished bronze
*twisted pewter
|}

Locksmith Union

2018-03-06T20:11:29Z

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{{PCOrg}}
The stated purpose of '''The Locksmith Union''' is to provide locations where locksmiths can practice their trade for their fellow adventurers.

[[Image:locksmithavatar.jpg|right|thumb|Locksmith Union Logo designed by Azaal Daak'tor]]

==Current officers==
*Leader: [[Nideaya]]
*Treasurer:[[ Linue]]
*Event Coordinator: [[Tallen]]
*Archivist: [[Aedineus]]

;City Representatives
*Crossing: [[Nebby]]
*Riverhaven/Rossman's: Filled
*Theren, Lang and it's western territories: Filled
*Qi: [[Akudyn]]
*Shard/Forfedhdar: Filled

==Affirmed Members==

[[Ajathaer]], [[Alesea]], [[Alesea]], [[Alisyn]], [[Amaci]], [[Amaci]], [[Annalyse]], [[Annalyse]], [[Arandrowse]], [[Arcticdark]], [[Arianah]], [[Artdel]], [[Aspet]], [[Azillatem]], [[Bedlight]], [[Caale]], [[Caehys]], [[Coulin]], [[Craetos]], [[Cyiarriah]], [[Danoryiel]], [[Darkewolff]], [[Darkgaze]], [[Dartwin]], [[Deaglan]], [[Deassimus]], [[Deeter]], [[Derenth]], [[Deztra]], [[Doarte]], [[Doarte]], [[Drevid]], [[Dronic]], [[Druesyillia]], [[Dyamond]], [[Ehrendyl]], [[Eldrich]], [[Elizondo]], [[Enwah]], [[Evermore]], [[Evyls]], [[Eyrc]], [[Fariden]], [[Firekiller]], [[Fizzicle]], [[Fyrusa]], [[Gags]], [[Gandoft]], [[Gidien]], [[Glynnes]], [[Govahgn]], [[Grisela]], [[Gybrush]], [[Hangren]], [[Ipkin]], [[Ishtok]], [[Izykial]], [[Jaelles]], [[Jalika]], [[Jenealle]], [[Jilette]], [[Jiol]], [[Jobian]], [[Joehaynus]], [[Joshuan]], [[Jostak]], [[Julenne]], [[Kaeta]], [[Kaeta]], [[Kartaan]], [[Kekahuna]], [[Kelyan]], [[Kharansea]], [[Khhriv]], [[Khohan]], [[Kintryn]], [[Kionsun]], [[Kirchov]], [[Kkeno]], [[Korutu]], [[Kraelyst]], [[Kyloin]], [[Kyodan]], [[Lagury]], [[Larhea]], [[Larhea]], [[Linden]], [[Loeth]], [[Lythalar]], [[Maatrim]], [[Mahe]], [[Mahone]], [[Malgore]], [[Mallitek]], [[Mattreem]], [[Meantermel]], [[Meeanda]], [[Mendicant]], [[Miir]], [[Mujaki]], [[Myzteke]], [[Naomee]], [[Nebby]], [[Nideaya]], [[Nitali]], [[Nithaven]], [[Oberom]], [[Osires]], [[Psyanide]], [[Puddy]], [[Purruna]], [[Pythea]], [[Raeyshactos]], [[Ramiyah]], [[Ramiyah]], [[Redheart]], [[Regalorn]], [[Repoh]], [[Reznov]], [[Rgamato]], [[Rhodium]], [[Rickman]], [[Rikimari]], [[Ritsum]], [[Roodie]], [[Rumplefoot]], [[Saiyana]], [[Sameesh]], [[Sandspray]], [[Sanne]], [[Schreck]], [[Schvartzgonif]], [[Scrounger]], [[Serindifity]], [[Shannodoah]], [[Silvanus]], [[Sinestar]], [[Siobhannic]], [[Sissie]], [[Slavis]], [[Slital]], [[Sneak]], [[Sneeky]], [[Squeam]], [[Svennis]], [[Syrreneo]], [[Taliath]], [[Tallen]], [[Tathalus]], [[Tathalus]], [[Teel]], [[Teranavi]], [[Teyl]], [[Thady]], [[Thalamarr]], [[Thallie]], [[Theale]], [[Thinkdark]], [[Tolena]], [[Tolena]], [[Tonaktie]], [[Travisius]], [[Tyrrus]], [[Ungara]], [[Veela]], [[Vylencia]], [[Walcar]], [[Whistling]], [[Wyntia]], [[Wyspe]], [[Xinge]], [[Zamn]], [[Zhunni]], [[Zillk]], and [[Zyyn]]

==Retired & Respected Locksmith Union Members==
These Members are seen in all respect and light of the Union as their time with our Community was valued and enjoyed.

==Union Rules & Government==
* Requirements are 150 ranks in Lockpicking and a confirming vote of a minimum of three yah. Older bylaw required a 100 ranks or to be guilded circle 10.
* LSU offers a minionship for would-be members that do not meet the requirements. They are encouraged to hang around, attending meetings, and attend events.
* Any position can be questioned and a vote can be called for. A tally will be taken and arrangements will be made, to the result.
* Sustaining vote to open the meeting and Sustaining vote to close the meeting.
* This is a Player ran Organization, there in by, laws can be changed and modified.
* Votes are held in a yah or nay, fashion.
* Monthly meetings are held on the '''Third Wednesday''' of every '''month''' at '''9 pm''' eastern time, at the Crossing, Pond.

== History ==

* The Locksmith Union was founded on November 16th, 2001 by [[Kraelyst the Hand]], who remained its leader until Jilette succeeded him on March 1, 2008. The founding was made public through the production of the first ever [[The_Locksmith_Union#Box_Raffle|Box Raffle]] (details below).

* During the summer of 2002 the general public was immersed in a conflict regarding lockpick prices which resulted in blame being misdirected at The Locksmith Union for fixing prices. The confusion arose because one of the Union's few rules was that its ''members'' could not sell lockpicks for less than 4 gold per master or 1 platinum per grandmaster. People hostile to the Union or Thieves or locksmiths in general began intentionally underselling lockpicks by large amounts or giving lockpicks away for free. Many locksmiths (some in the Union and some not) took retribution on people who continued to purposefully undersell lockpicks. The Locksmith Union published a statement that it was not involved with enforcing prices on non-members and did not condone nor condemn the independent acts of its members.

* Lockpick prices have continued to remain stable at approximately 4 gold per master and 1 plat per grandmaster despite the pricing conflict and despite the fact that The Locksmith Union dropped minimum lockpick prices from its member rules in 2005.

* In January 2003 The Locksmith Union became the first non-Official player organization to receive a group badge (a gleaming animite key) and an affiliation post-title "of The Locksmith Union." This was made possible by Product Manager Solomon and Senior GameMaster Jeremael who transferred the badge mechanics over from The Fallen where they were being used for the warring organizations.

* In May 2003 The Locksmith Union was granted its own Simutronics Forums avatar, which was designed by Union member Azaal Daak'tor.

* In January 2004 the first "City Reps" were named. These individuals were to coordinate efforts and act as a leader for members in their region. They included:
** Crossing Rep: Vaetle Loeion
** Riverhaven Rep: Mackes Cultellus
** Langenfirth Rep: Walcar Walcars
** Shard Rep: Silverfly Wasarbus

* In December 2004 Jilette Darkkwidow was selected as the new box raffle chairman to replace [[Kraelyst]] who had done the previous three raffles. Jilette organized the 2006 Box Raffle and the 2007 Box Raffle, which was the first to be held in a wedding area so as to be easily accessible from all major cities.

* On March 1, 2008 Kraelyst announced that Jilette Darkkwidow would succeed him has leader of the Locksmith Union.

* In late 2008 Jilette due to Real Life reasons stopped Playing Dragonrealms, leaving a leadership vacume in the Union, and due to the Union's rules it cannot induct new members until a new leader is chosen.

* October 2010 The Locksmith Union met with the Orders GM to talk about choosing a new leader. Candidates were asked to email the GM and answer questions, the outcome of which, she would choose a new leader. However, no Leader has been selected as of yet, and the Union still remains in a state of stagnation.

* November 2010 [[Shannodoah]] named new leader of the Union. [[Shannodoah]] would somewhat soon there after step down from leadership of the Locksmith Union. Though he would key as his first new member [[Arandrowse]]. [[Druesyllia]] soon thereafter took over Leadership of the Locksmith Union, including returning the popular Box Raffles! She stepped down from leadership handing the leadership over to [[Arandrowse]] in May 2016.
* December 2016 A vote was called for by [[Nebby]] for the removal of [[Arandrowse]] as leader of the Union. A No-faith is leadership vote was taken and concluded that [[Arandrowse]] was to step down from his role. [[Nideaya]] was voted in as Acting-Leader until an official vote could occur.
* January 2017 Nideaya was voted in a Leader of the Locksmith Union.

== Box raffle ==

The Box Raffle is an event hosted by The Locksmith Union every year or two years. Its purpose is to raise awareness and goodwill for The Locksmith Union. To receive entries into the raffle a person brings boxes to a designated location to be open by members of The Locksmith Union. Each box opened is worth one entry in the raffle up to a maximum number of entries. An additional limited number of entries can be obtained by purchasing master or grandmaster lockpicks from Union members at or above the standard price. The entry phase of the raffle typically lasts for 2 to 3 non-stop days. Hundreds of items and thousands of platinums are given away as prizes.

== Other events ==

The Locksmith Union has organized and participated in many other events including regular group raids on the [[Throne City Museum]], an exploration of the [[Penal Colony]] on [[M'riss]], and the Locksmith Union's anniversary party in 2007.
{{Cat|Player organizations,Unofficial organizations,Service organizations,Active organizations}}[[page type is::organization| ]]

Riverlynn

2018-01-29T23:05:44Z

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<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 '' "There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I am too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I am not going to let anybody see you."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi-defiqe, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a thigh-length black silk chemise with a lace trimmed hem, a slender crested ring of twisted silver, a tortuous silversteel bonding ring riven by a dusky grey wraithheart, a mood ring and a pair of black combat boots with tarnished silver buckles.

== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==

A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless. She watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go....she followed.

   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

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Droughtman's Challenge 426/Incidental loot

2018-01-21T20:54:24Z

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{{RTOC}}
'''NOTE:''' Runner packages (rewarded to everyone who participates) and prize boxes (rewarded for winning the challenge) pull rewards from the same pool.

==Weapons==
*{{sloot|w|ebony competition shortbow with animite inlay}}
*{{sloot|w|ebony battle crossbow with a kertig prod}}
*{{sloot|w|felwood forester's bow with animite inlay}}
*{{sloot|w|jagged niniam shiv with one end wrapped in scraps of leather}}
*{{sloot|w|korograth-hide slingbow with dragonwood handles}}
*{{sloot|w|shadowbark reflex bow with a crimson-dyed spidersilk bowstring}}
*{{sloot|w|shadowbark saddle bow inlaid with green gold}}
*{{sloot|w|mariner's arbalest with a diamondwood stock}}
*{{sloot|w|scuffed leather shoe with a bent silver buckle}}
*{{sloot|w|thick book titled ~101 Rational Reasons Why I am Always Right~}}

==Shields==

==Armor==

==Clothing==
*{{sloot|i|ash-grey kau leather cloak with a green gold clasp}}
*{{sloot|i|baggy white shirt painted with the words ~BARB UP!~}}
*{{sloot|i|dark red pants with writhing shadows encircling the hems}}
*{{sloot|i|elaborately wound bone white chestwrap oozing with blood}}
*{{sloot|i|fine grey lambswool scarf}}
*{{sloot|i|full gown of forest green silks wound with resplendent flora}}
*{{sloot|i|length of helei leather}}
*{{sloot|i|long sky blue tunic wrapped in a veil of soft mists}}
*{{sloot|i|low-slung loincloth made from strips of helei leather}}
*{{sloot|i|low-slung loincloth made from strips of smoi leather}}
*{{sloot|i|faesilk ribbon crown wound with preserved phofe flowers}}
*{{sloot|i|floppy bunny ears dusted with pink glitter}}
*{{sloot|i|fuzzy brown bear ears}}
*{{sloot|i|knee-high knarn fur boots bound with strips of leather}}
*{{sloot|i|mismatched argyle socks in shades of blue and pink}}
*{{sloot|i|pair of helei leather slippers tied with shireli lace bows}}
*{{sloot|i|pair of sinfully black horns tipped in shocking carmine red}}
*{{sloot|i|pink form-fitting meditation pants}}
*{{sloot|i|pure white cashmere scarf (2)|pure white cashmere scarf}}
*{{sloot|i|rich brown brushed cashmere scarf}}
*{{sloot|i|sequin edged scarf of fluid sapphire silk}}
*{{sloot|i|shoulder-clasped black knarn fur cloak}}
*{{sloot|i|sleek helei leather corset skirted with overlapping meshor fox pelts}}
*{{sloot|i|tall smoi leather boots with hiro bear fur accents}}
*{{sloot|i|white cat ears dotted with black spots}}
*{{sloot|i|white faesilk cloak edged in Elven snowlace}}

==Containers==
*{{sloot|i|black leather pouch edged with crimson Albarian lace}}
*{{sloot|i|charcoal suede hip pouch with a stylized hematite flame clasp}}
*{{sloot|i|diamond-hide harness with asini buckles}}
*{{sloot|i|helei leather harness with Elven silver buckles}}
*{{sloot|i|hiro bear-pelt leather harness with icesteel buckles}}
*{{sloot|i|miniature diamondwood treasure chest banded in indurium}}
*{{sloot|i|silverweave debt collection bag}}
*{{sloot|i|small ebony wardrobe carved with a whimsical design of dancing fae}}
*{{sloot|i|small pouch embroidered with an intricate maze design}} – contains a random gem

==Jewelry==
*{{sloot|i|covellite band}}
*{{sloot|i|diacan locket}}
*{{sloot|i|diacan ring}}
*{{sloot|i|diadem formed of a summer's heart sapphire on a twisted silver chain}}
*{{sloot|i|fire maiden topaz and silver ring}}
*{{sloot|i|icesteel locket}}
*{{sloot|i|set of lip rings dangling a single chakrel amulet from a series of chains}}
*{{sloot|i|twilight sapphire and platinum pendant}}
*{{sloot|i|twilight sapphire and platinum ring}}
*{{sloot|i|twisted diacan anklet}}
*{{sloot|i|wide sunderstone armband edged in platinum}}
*{{sloot|i|wristlet of tidal lilies intertwined with spiral sapphire-hued glaes links}}

==Magical==
*{{sloot|i|green gold armband inset with a trail of tiny blood rubies}}
*{{sloot|i|delicate platinum bracelet}}
*{{sloot|i|gath mysanda}}
*{{sloot|i|gilt-edged adderwood case inlaid with jade}}
*{{sloot|i|heavy silver-inlaid bracelet}}
*{{sloot|i|heretic black sanowret crystal}}
*{{sloot|i|hexagonal cambrinth prism suspended from a long electrum chain}}
*{{sloot|i|hoarfrost white sanowret crystal}}
*{{sloot|i|simple silversteel ring}}
*{{sloot|i|thealstone-encircled sanowret crystal surmounting a silver crown}}
*{{sloot|i|twisted cambrinth rod resembling a unicorn's horn}}
*{{sloot|i|vine-like silver armband adorned with silk leaves}}

==Toys==
*{{sloot|i|ball painted to resemble a bloated tax collector}}
*{{sloot|i|dice carved to resemble cubic bones}}
*{{sloot|i|delicate crystal globe on a brushed silver base}}
*{{sloot|i|e'erdream spyglass with a rencate cloud design}}
*{{sloot|i|inky black diacan horse dusted in black diamonds}}
*{{sloot|i|preserved cow's eyeball caught within a tight mesh covering}}

==Crafting==
*{{sloot|i|blacksmith's hammer adorned with uthamar spirals along the handle}}
*{{sloot|i|kau leather bellows fitted with a kertig nozzle}}

==Materials==
* {{sloot|n|animite}}
* {{sloot|n|damite}}
* {{sloot|n|dergatine|dergatine fibers}}
* {{sloot|n|farandine|farandine fibers}}
* {{sloot|n|frizzy|frizzy fibers}}
* {{sloot|n|glaes}}
* {{sloot|n|indurium}}
* {{sloot|n|niniam}}
* {{sloot|n|shimmering|shimmering fibers}}
* {{sloot|n|vardite}}
* {{sloot|n|silversteel}}
* {{sloot|n|icesteel}}

==Gems==
*{{sloot|i|bloodmist garnet}}
*{{sloot|i|Dalaeji black sapphire}}
*{{sloot|i|large glacier emerald}}
*{{sloot|i|large dragon's heart ruby}}
*{{sloot|i|large moonspun ruby}}
*{{sloot|i|lightning amethyst}}
*{{sloot|i|piece of dragonfire amber}}
*{{sloot|i|starlight ruby}}
*{{sloot|i|viperscale alexandrite}}
*{{sloot|i|crystalline dragon tear}}
*{{sloot|i|large twilight sapphire}}
*{{sloot|i|small saffron topaz}}
*{{sloot|i|sunset opal}}

==Stackers==
*{{sloot|i|pure white helei leather pouch}}
*{{sloot|i|wide belt covered with clockworked metal boxes}}

==Other==
*{{sloot|i|blue vial}}
*{{sloot|i|dueling slip}}
*{{sloot|i|cherry pozumshi tree}}
*{{sloot|i|e'erdream pozumshi tree}}
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*{{sloot|i|intricate red seal}}
*{{sloot|i|maze runner's pass}}
*{{sloot|i|self-help book entitled "You are okay... maybe, I think?" bound in smoi leather }}
*{{sloot|i|scintillant lazuline elixir}}
*{{sloot|i|Su Helmas contract}}

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Riverlynn

2017-12-20T17:04:36Z

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Riverlynn

2016-11-12T22:42:15Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Riverlynn Razi
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Uritel, Caidie
}}

<blockquote>
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 '' "Love her, but leave her wild."''   
</blockquote>
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== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a three part pendant containing a round diamond set between light and dark amethysts, a short layered ivory bloodlace dress wrapped with a dark leather underbust corset, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a mood ring, a lifesculpted ring of silverwood leaves cradling an Elamiri rose and a pair of combat boots with lace-trimmed stockings peeking out over the top.

== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==

A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless, she watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go…she followed.

== <code>''Sister of My Heart''</code> ==

She was her home.[[File:river&cay.jpg|right|250px]] When the world didn't make sense or the days ran too long, it was her that she would come to to rest her spinning head.
Lost inside her thoughts, so often confused by the winged creature pounding inside her ribs, ''"Don't ever think you are alone here."'' said the girl with storms in her eyes and the wary girl knew she meant it.
They were both so young when they found each other, idealistic and full of wonder but very much alone.
She would collect broken people like abandoned toys, patching them up and loving them in her simple way, it was easy to find peace in her presence.
She was everything that the girl with sea-colored eyes thought a person should be, passionate, strong, protective, and oh so very wise.
If there was ever a question about how the world worked, she knew it and said it in simple words that made everything so clear.
In that clarity they were able to get through anything, all the joys and heartache a life of adventure could offer.

== <code>''Just a Human''</code> ==

[[File:Rivernuri.jpg|left|250px]]There was frenzy about him wherever he was, people wanted him to take notice in them and she was used to being noticed. She was a wild child and a free spirit, never one to shy away from the sun and he was masked in mystery, the strong and silent type.
She watched him for a moment, wondering what the fuss was about… ''“What –was- the fuss about?”'' She nibbled on her lip and gazed at him thoughtfully. ''“He’s just a human, an old one at that.”'' She thought to herself. ''“Always talking about theories…Men and their dreams”''
She rolled her sea-green eyes. ''“And you can almost smell the voodoo clinging to his copper skin.”'' wrinkling her nose. ''“Hrm, his eyes are pretty though…”'' gnawing on her lip some more, ''“almost the color of whiskey.”'' And it wasn’t long until she was drunk on the thought of him.
Soon her mind was spinning with his theories and he had twisted her dreams.
He’d taken the care-free girl and opened her eyes, filled them with purpose and a hunger for justice.
Her gypsy heart made a home in his world and she intended to stay with the fierce stubbornness of child who refuses to go to sleep, and by the time her tired eyes fluttered closed he was used to her being there....

....Like every child eventually grows to learn that life is a twisted and messy thing, the girl with the sea-green eyes eventually woke from her comfortable slumber with a feeling of hangover. Her gypsy heart set free to roam in the aftermath of crumbled dreams and scraps of love letters. She glanced down at her bony fingers, her hands felt so empty for the first time since swimming in those whiskey colored eyes. She squared her slender shoulders and willed her bare feet to cross the barren field of ash in search of a place in herself to call home.

== <code>''A Tale of a Gnome''</code> ==

[[File:riverwrite.jpg|left|250px]] He was like the sun took a living form and roamed the lands on two tiny feet.
Pattering through life, he was a curious mixture of contentment, wisdom, restlessness, and the carefreeness of a child.
Resisting his charm was like trying to breathe under water.
His dark eyes sparkled like fireflies in the night.
She had known him for as long as she could remember, his title maybe different, but his spirit always the same…Soothsayer, Nobleman, or Sneak, but
still always him. And she adored him.
He spent many of his days beside Lord Bazzington, causing mischief and mayhem, pew pew pewing all throughout the realms or devoting his time and effort to the great Eluned, with whom he was her flipper.
There was a buzz of excitement when he reached over and gently clasped your hand.
Where would this journey lead? Usually death, but it didn't seem to hurt as bad when you had tears from laughter rolling down your cheeks.

   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

<3

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2016-11-03T05:22:52Z

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Drunstan

2016-09-06T03:56:52Z

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{{PC
|name=Drunstan Ket'os
|race=Human Kaldar
|gender=Male
|guild=Barbarian
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=
}}

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 ''"Sky Above Me. Earth Below Me. Fire Within Me."''   

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== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Proudheart Drunstan Ket'os, a Human. 
He has a square face with a well-defined Kaldaran jawline, dauntless crystal blue eyes and a straight nose. His golden hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. He has tanned skin and an athletic build. 
He is tall for a Human. 
He is in his prime. 
His shoulder has a tattoo of a rended and fleshy wound exposing battered steel and gears rather than bones and sinew. 

He is wearing a charcoal wool top hat banded with brass goggles on a bronze-studded strap, a dull serpent earcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a sleek chakrel panther amulet hung from a braided platinum chain, an enveloping outrider's cloak crafted from bias-cut burel, a light brown jacquard waistcoat with copper buttons, a silver unicorn ring, a heavy steel ring set with a rough-cut obsidian skull, a pair of copper zills, a dented steel lunch pail crafted from parts of a great helm, a pair of faded brown trousers with braided leather straps and bronze clasps and a pair of low-heeled brown boots adorned with several buckles.

== <code>''Blood''</code> ==

Several lines marred his smooth tan skin, scars from both battles won and lost, like cracks in the desert's earth where the ground had gone parch. His strong square-jaw set in an unreadable expression, while his crystal blue eyes danced around the room, always watching, always aware. His calloused and steady hands absentmindedly found their way to the hilt of his nearest weapon. He didn't like crowds. He was a towering man, made from muscle and bone and sweat, made to feel even larger by the savage Kaldar blood racing through his veins. An aura of mystery surrounded him, the man with golden dreadlocks tied back by an undyed strip of leather and a gentlemen's top hat graced his head, all the while dried blood rested beneath his nails. Whose or what kind of blood, not even he could be sure of. He cautiously observed the area, as loud *snap* emits from a piece of cambrinth nearby while a robed mage chants quietly to themselves, the Barbarian shifts uneasily, casting a warning glance. A surprisingly short Elf with wild curls runs past him, bumping into him as she goes, squinting his eyes he follows her trail until she is seen locked in a tight embrace with the intolerable Elf that talks too loud.

Leilanie

2016-09-05T06:55:31Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Leilanie Meridar
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Empath
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Aylay
}}

<blockquote>
 ''Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over... It became a butterfly" Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ''   
</blockquote>

[[File:leila.png|center|650px]]

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Healer Leilanie Meridar, Hodierna's Hand of Elanthia, an Elf.

Leilanie has a sweet oval face with rosy cheeks, pointed ears, gold-flecked ale-brown eyes and a classical nose. Her honey hair is long and curly, and is worn in an intricate braid threaded with an ornate silversteel chain twined with pale mistglass Elamiri roses and allowed to fall over one shoulder. She has porcelain skin and a curvaceous figure. 
She is average height for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 

She is wearing a shiny Elven silver chain suspending a colorful mountain agate carnation, a beautifully draped Elven wool cloak edged with delicately crafted cream-colored horses, a simple ivory silk corset embroidered with pale blue flowers, a bronze unicorn ring, a tyrium suitor's token ring with a violet aeschelich showcased by a scaled design, a full brown skirt with a wide leather belt and some brown suede riding boots.

== <code>''Daydream''</code> ==

Sitting quietly in the meadow making daisy chains, the protection of her mother never too far off, her ale-colored eyes glinting in the sun and daydreams nestled in her honey curls, she was at peace. Her body had known physical pain while her heart remained unscathed, her healing hands now busy with the task of looping the stems of the dainty flowers together, creating a simple crown. Tying off the ends, she placed the finish product on her lap and leaned back, absorbing the warmth of the day. Her eyelids grew heavy, her eyelashes taking a moment to rest upon her cheeks, she dreamt… 
 
 
He was a strong man. Golden locks softening the obvious strength of his square set jaw. Deep blue eyes, like a crystal clear oasis, piercingly focused at the task before him. Scars traced across the tanned desert of his skin, trophies of battles survived. Gently she placed her hand on his arm, closing her gold-flecked eyes she focused her will to ease his pain, bracing herself while stretching her senses along the link with this warrior, she slowly lost the boundary between him and her, until she felt his body as if it were her own. Her empathic senses stretched out, forming a link so intense that her breathing slowed almost to a stop. Abruptly, the boundary between her and her wounded patient dissolves completely, and for a few dizzying moments they seemed to have occupied the same flesh. As she concentrated, drawing their shared pain and suffering towards herself, attempting to imbue him with her holistic well being. After a blurred moment, the link broke, her nerves singing with pain as his wounds became her own. He smiled at her and nodded his head slightly in gratitude, he muttered thanks and slipped a handful of gold coins into her hand. She glanced down at the shiny coins in her hand and then looked up to protest the tip, only to find him gone. She scanned the area for the man with the crystal blue eyes, "Leilanie..." she heard her named called in the distance. A hand placed on her shoulder, she went to turn her head in hopes to meet those eyes again...only to be awakened...
 
 
"Lei-Lei, it's time to go inside now." Her mother's hand on her shoulder, shook her slightly. It took a moment for her to overcome her disorientation and to remember where she was. Sleepily she nodded, stood up, dusted off bits of grass from pale yellow sundress, and headed in. Images of the Barbarian foggily dancing in her head.

== <code>''Artists' Work''</code> ==

The paper is painted with: A quickly penned sketch of a young woman, her elven braid revealing pointed ears before her hair cascades down the back of her bodice in long curls. She stands with pride, her curvaceous figure adorned in a simple elven attire is worn like a uniform beneath her metal armor. Amongst the numerous pieces of jewelry that she wears, one in particular stands out, a button that reads Beautician "On-duty". -Drawn by Xixist

The paper is painted with: The entire page is covered in a riot of fabulous colors, the scene depicted one of fantastical merriment overloaded with glitter. A honey haired Elven maiden sits astride a sparkling snow white unicorn, the gentle steed standing within a lush garden dominated by flowering rose bushes in a variety of twinkling pastel hues. Butterflies flit happily around the page, the bright insects perched on slender leaves or captured sipping nectar from the glittery blooms. Smiling brightly, the Elf's warm ale-brown eyes shine with flecks of real gold as she gazes at the tiny butterfly resting in the cupped palms of her hands. Scrawled beneath the scene is the title: Leilanie, A Gentle Heart Soaring On Gossamer Wings. Signed below is Sesi Hart's signature dotted with a tiny heart.

The paper is painted with: A peaceful meadow holds the colors of early spring, tufts of pale green peek out from the dried grasses that winter snows once crushed. Near the center, a leafless butterfly bush stands, laden with gold-tinted cocoons. Seated beside it, a fair-skinned Elven woman with braided honey-hued hair sits with one hand just below a newly burst chrysalis. A gown of ebony-trimmed azure duchess satin drapes around her like the tucked wings of a butterfly, providing a perfect backdrop for the intricately enameled wings on her platinum necklace. On the branch, the fragile insect has just opened its violet-tinted wings to the sun's caress. A line of script along the bottom of the page reds, Leilanie offers her healing hand to a new friend.
Along the bottom of the paper, you notice, Author: Vaniotte

   

<3

Leilanie

2016-09-05T06:39:40Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Leilanie Meridar
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Empath
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Aylay
}}

<blockquote>
 ''Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly" Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ''   
</blockquote>

[[File:leila.png|center|650px]]

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Healer Leilanie Meridar, Hodierna's Hand of Elanthia, an Elf.

Leilanie has a sweet oval face with rosy cheeks, pointed ears, gold-flecked ale-brown eyes and a classical nose. Her honey hair is long and curly, and is worn in an intricate braid threaded with an ornate silversteel chain twined with pale mistglass Elamiri roses and allowed to fall over one shoulder. She has porcelain skin and a curvaceous figure. 
She is average height for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her shoulder has a tattoo of silver butterflies perched upon misty blue wildflowers and flora that spread out amongst a sweeping meadow. 

She is wearing a shiny Elven silver chain suspending a colorful mountain agate carnation, a beautifully draped Elven wool cloak edged with delicately crafted cream-colored horses, a simple ivory silk corset embroidered with pale blue flowers, a bronze unicorn ring, a tyrium suitor's token ring with a violet aeschelich showcased by a scaled design, a full brown skirt with a wide leather belt and some brown suede riding boots.

== <code>''Daydream''</code> ==

Sitting quietly in the meadow making daisy chains, the protection of her mother never too far off, her ale-colored eyes glinting in the sun and daydreams nestled in her honey curls, she was at peace. Her body had known physical pain while her heart remained unscathed, her healing hands now busy with the task of looping the stems of the dainty flowers together, creating a simple crown. Tying off the ends, she placed the finish product on her lap and leaned back, absorbing the warmth of the day. Her eyelids grew heavy, her eyelashes taking a moment to rest upon her cheeks, she dreamt… 
 
 
He was a strong man. Golden locks softening the obvious strength of his square set jaw. Deep blue eyes, like a crystal clear oasis, piercingly focused at the task before him. Scars traced across the tanned desert of his skin, trophies of battles survived. Gently she placed her hand on his arm, closing her gold-flecked eyes she focused her will to ease his pain, bracing herself while stretching her senses along the link with this warrior, she slowly lost the boundary between him and her, until she felt his body as if it were her own. Her empathic senses stretched out, forming a link so intense that her breathing slowed almost to a stop. Abruptly, the boundary between her and her wounded patient dissolves completely, and for a few dizzying moments they seemed to have occupied the same flesh. As she concentrated, drawing their shared pain and suffering towards herself, attempting to imbue him with her holistic well being. After a blurred moment, the link broke, her nerves singing with pain as his wounds became her own. He smiled at her and nodded his head slightly in gratitude, he muttered thanks and slipped a handful of gold coins into her hand. She glanced down at the shiny coins in her hand and then looked up to protest the tip, only to find him gone. She scanned the area for the man with the crystal blue eyes, "Leilanie..." she heard her named called in the distance. A hand placed on her shoulder, she went to turn her head in hopes to meet those eyes again...only to be awakened...
 
 
"Lei-Lei, it's time to go inside now." Her mother's hand on her shoulder, shook her slightly. It took a moment for her to overcome her disorientation and to remember where she was. Sleepily she nodded, stood up, dusted off bits of grass from pale yellow sundress, and headed in. Images of the Barbarian foggily dancing in her head.

== <code>''Artists' Work''</code> ==

The paper is painted with: A quickly penned sketch of a young woman, her elven braid revealing pointed ears before her hair cascades down the back of her bodice in long curls. She stands with pride, her curvaceous figure adorned in a simple elven attire is worn like a uniform beneath her metal armor. Amongst the numerous pieces of jewelry that she wears, one in particular stands out, a button that reads Beautician "On-duty". -Drawn by Xixist

The paper is painted with: The entire page is covered in a riot of fabulous colors, the scene depicted one of fantastical merriment overloaded with glitter. A honey haired Elven maiden sits astride a sparkling snow white unicorn, the gentle steed standing within a lush garden dominated by flowering rose bushes in a variety of twinkling pastel hues. Butterflies flit happily around the page, the bright insects perched on slender leaves or captured sipping nectar from the glittery blooms. Smiling brightly, the Elf's warm ale-brown eyes shine with flecks of real gold as she gazes at the tiny butterfly resting in the cupped palms of her hands. Scrawled beneath the scene is the title: Leilanie, A Gentle Heart Soaring On Gossamer Wings. Signed below is Sesi Hart's signature dotted with a tiny heart.

The paper is painted with: A peaceful meadow holds the colors of early spring, tufts of pale green peek out from the dried grasses that winter snows once crushed. Near the center, a leafless butterfly bush stands, laden with gold-tinted cocoons. Seated beside it, a fair-skinned Elven woman with braided honey-hued hair sits with one hand just below a newly burst chrysalis. A gown of ebony-trimmed azure duchess satin drapes around her like the tucked wings of a butterfly, providing a perfect backdrop for the intricately enameled wings on her platinum necklace. On the branch, the fragile insect has just opened its violet-tinted wings to the sun's caress. A line of script along the bottom of the page reds, Leilanie offers her healing hand to a new friend.
Along the bottom of the paper, you notice, Author: Vaniotte

   

<3

Caidie

2016-09-05T05:47:34Z

RWYCKOFF:

[[File:caidiemay2.jpg|right|250px]]
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 ''"I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin."''   

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== '''''Description''''' ==

You see Caidie Dejacque, Shar'Elur of Elanthia, an Elven Barbarian.

She has pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a lightly freckled nose. Her ink black hair is hip-length and a mass of misbehaving curls, and is worn untamed. 
She has a thick pink scar deliberately carved into the shape of the Elven symbol for eternity on the left wrist, marring fair skin. 
She is surprisingly short for an Elf. 

She is wearing a chubby dragon earcuff with glitter-covered wings, a chakrel Elven tear amulet hung from an antiqued steel chain, a pink and white striped togball jersey with three glittery slashes on the front, a dark e'erdream parry stick covered in sparkling crystals, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, some glitter-dotted knickers beautifully embroidered with a bathing Gor'Tog pattern in bright green thread and some white galoshes delicately painted with puddles of pink glitter.

== '''''You Lost?''''' ==

[[File:littlecay.jpg|right|250px]]Finding her way to the sidelines of a Tog-Ball field,
a look of wonder filling her stormy grey eyes, a color so chaotic it felt as though she had a storm alive inside her, the young girl watched as enormous men crashed into each other. She could hear the sound of muscle against muscle, the pounding of flesh upon flesh. Captivated by the sight, she allowed herself to stare. Images began to swirl around inside her mind of herself, clad in a jersey and combat boots, unruly raven colored curls flowing behind her as she ran full force down the field. Lost in a daydream, she didn’t hear as he approached, brought back to the present by a large finger flicking her pointed ears,
''“You lost, Elf?”'' The voice boomed.
Wrinkling her freckled nose she lifted her head to gaze up at the enormous olive-green Barbarian in front of her. She squinted at him as he towered before her, after a pause she said, ''“Maybe...”'' Sooty cheeks flushing with a lovely rose color, was she embarrassed or was it merely cold? She then averted her eyes, gazing off into the distance, although saying nothing the storm inside her eyes began to roll, almost giving away the thoughts stirring inside her mind. Then the storm calmed and decisively she turned on her heels and was off in search of a man named [[Agonar]] Dokona

== '''''Whispers''''' ==

[[File:littlesecret.jpg|right|250px]][[File:bigsecret.jpg|left|250px]]Whirling in a hurricane, they clung to each other.
Physically fragile, delicate in appearance, but their strength was insurmountable.
There was an energy that hummed between them, something secret, something hiding behind their eyes.
It was their eyes, wasn't it?
Causing the very hurricane to which they clung to each other from, or was it for?
That's what happens when a raging storm meets the troubled sea. What fear does the other have of getting wet?
They are able to bend and fold and form to the other's will, all the while remaining exactly themselves.
Sisters by heart.
Two little girls making a home in the shelter of their laughter, their dreams, and unknowingly their fears.
In a world of black and white, they stood beside each other in screaming color, wild hair and sparkling eyes, things would come alive.
Fingers intertwined, inhaling a deep breath they move forward into everything, into nothing, into the unknown.

<3

== '''''The way -I- see it..''''' ==

No matter how you see her:: Insane, Mean, Loving, a Bully, River's friend, Kind, Hateful, Generous or Selfish, someone will always see her slightly different. Some even put it on paper, express it in words or even just give her a handsign or a hi5.

[[File:Caidiefinal (1).jpg|thumb|350px|right|Caidie by [[Finnbar]] ]]

> read paper

The paper is painted with: A rainbow of vibrant glitter liberally coats the paper, transforming an elegant ink and paint portrait into a violent explosion of sparkle and shine. Striking a defiant pose, a slender Elven maiden stands tall upon a mountain of defeated stuffed animals and broken tin soldiers. Clasped in her hand is a giant two-handed sword, its hilt shaped like a pair of slumbering rabbits. Garbed in a shimmering togball jersey of glitter and sunshine, a myriad of dainty flowers are strewn across the fabric. Her midnight black hair coils around her body in a wild disarray, liberal highlights of deep blue glitter shimmering in every inky coil. Surrounding the Elven woman is a border of Elven tears blossoms and slender green leaves. Scrawled beneath the portrait is the title: Caidie, as Fierce as she is Lovely. Signed at the bottom is the name [[Sesi]] Hart dotted with a tiny heart.

[[File:Dejacque_Heraldry_Alternate_Resized.png|thumb|left|Dejacque Heraldry: In Ore Mingentem]]

   

>read other paper

The paper reads: A large crowd stands in a broken circle right in the middle of the infirmary, looking on at two women in the middle. A beautiful Elf, wild and savage-eyed, has just slapped an old, matronly Empath across the face. A Rakash man nearby is ducking his head, trying to avoid a spray of spittle flying from the gaping mouth of the Empath. What appear to be dead songbirds litter the ground.

Along the bottom of the paper, you notice, Author: [[Maxwelinski]]

Riverlynn

2016-08-29T07:35:33Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Riverlynn Razi
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Caidie
}}

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 '' "Love her, but leave her wild."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a three part pendant containing a round diamond set between light and dark amethysts, a short layered ivory bloodlace dress wrapped with a dark leather underbust corset, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a mood ring, a lifesculpted ring of silverwood leaves cradling an Elamiri rose and a pair of combat boots with lace-trimmed stockings peeking out over the top.

== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==

A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless, she watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go…she followed.

== <code>''Sister of My Heart''</code> ==

She was her home.[[File:river&cay.jpg|right|250px]] When the world didn't make sense or the days ran too long, it was her that she would come to to rest her spinning head.
Lost inside her thoughts, so often confused by the winged creature pounding inside her ribs, ''"Don't ever think you are alone here."'' said the girl with storms in her eyes and the wary girl knew she meant it.
They were both so young when they found each other, idealistic and full of wonder but very much alone.
She would collect broken people like abandoned toys, patching them up and loving them in her simple way, it was easy to find peace in her presence.
She was everything that the girl with sea-colored eyes thought a person should be, passionate, strong, protective, and oh so very wise.
If there was ever a question about how the world worked, she knew it and said it in simple words that made everything so clear.
In that clarity they were able to get through anything, all the joys and heartache a life of adventure could offer.

== <code>''Just a Human''</code> ==

[[File:Rivernuri.jpg|left|250px]]There was frenzy about him wherever he was, people wanted him to take notice in them and she was used to being noticed. She was a wild child and a free spirit, never one to shy away from the sun and he was masked in mystery, the strong and silent type.
She watched him for a moment, wondering what the fuss was about… ''“What –was- the fuss about?”'' She nibbled on her lip and gazed at him thoughtfully. ''“He’s just a human, an old one at that.”'' She thought to herself. ''“Always talking about theories…Men and their dreams”''
She rolled her sea-green eyes. ''“And you can almost smell the voodoo clinging to his copper skin.”'' wrinkling her nose. ''“Hrm, his eyes are pretty though…”'' gnawing on her lip some more, ''“almost the color of whiskey.”'' And it wasn’t long until she was drunk on the thought of him.
Soon her mind was spinning with his theories and he had twisted her dreams.
He’d taken the care-free girl and opened her eyes, filled them with purpose and a hunger for justice.
Her gypsy heart made a home in his world and she intended to stay with the fierce stubbornness of child who refuses to go to sleep, and by the time her tired eyes fluttered closed he was used to her being there....

....Like every child eventually grows to learn that life is a twisted and messy thing, the girl with the sea-green eyes eventually woke from her comfortable slumber with a feeling of hangover. Her gypsy heart set free to roam in the aftermath of crumbled dreams and scraps of love letters. She glanced down at her bony fingers, her hands felt so empty for the first time since swimming in those whiskey colored eyes. She squared her slender shoulders and willed her bare feet to cross the barren field of ash in search of a place in herself to call home.

== <code>''A Tale of a Gnome''</code> ==

[[File:riverwrite.jpg|left|250px]] He was like the sun took a living form and roamed the lands on two tiny feet.
Pattering through life, he was a curious mixture of contentment, wisdom, restlessness, and the carefreeness of a child.
Resisting his charm was like trying to breathe under water.
His dark eyes sparkled like fireflies in the night.
She had known him for as long as she could remember, his title maybe different, but his spirit always the same…Soothsayer, Nobleman, or Sneak, but
still always him. And she adored him.
He spent many of his days beside Lord Bazzington, causing mischief and mayhem, pew pew pewing all throughout the realms or devoting his time and effort to the great Eluned, with whom he was her flipper.
There was a buzz of excitement when he reached over and gently clasped your hand.
Where would this journey lead? Usually death, but it didn't seem to hurt as bad when you had tears from laughter rolling down your cheeks.

   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

<3

Drunstan

2016-08-21T06:43:59Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Drunstan Ket'os
|race=Human Kaldar
|gender=Male
|guild=Barbarian
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=
}}

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 ''"Sky Above Me. Earth Below Me. Fire Within Me."''   

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== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Proudheart Drunstan Ket'os, a Human. 
He has a square face with a well-defined Kaldaran jawline, dauntless crystal blue eyes and a straight nose. His golden hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn arranged in tight dreadlocks. He has tanned skin and an athletic build. 
He is tall for a Human. 
He is in his prime. 
His shoulder has a tattoo of a rended and fleshy wound exposing battered steel and gears rather than bones and sinew. 

He is wearing a charcoal wool top hat banded with brass goggles on a bronze-studded strap, a dull serpent earcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a sleek chakrel panther amulet hung from a braided platinum chain, an enveloping outrider's cloak crafted from bias-cut burel, a light brown jacquard waistcoat with copper buttons, a silver unicorn ring, a heavy steel ring set with a rough-cut obsidian skull, a pair of copper zills, a dented steel lunch pail crafted from parts of a great helm, a pair of faded brown trousers with braided leather straps and bronze clasps and a pair of low-heeled brown boots adorned with several buckles.

== <code>''Blood''</code> ==

Several lines marred his smooth tan skin, scars from battles, like cracks in the desert's earth where the ground had gone parched. His square-jaw set in an unreadable expression, while his crystal blue eyes danced around the room, always aware. His strong and steady hands absentmindedly found their way to the hilt of his nearest weapon. He didn't like crowds. He was a towering man, made from muscle and bone and sweat, made to feel even larger by the savage Kaldar blood racing through his veins. An aura of mystery surrounded him, the man with golden dreadlocks tied back by an undyed strip of leather a gentlemen's top hat gracing his head while dried blood rested beneath his nails. Who's or what kind of blood, not even he could be sure of.

Riverlynn

2016-07-28T18:24:42Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Riverlynn Razi
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Caidie,Enef
}}

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 ''"After all, a bird, though far from a lion was still a wild thing. It could not be caged and what’s more, it could not be counted on. Her own heart had been no different. She had set it free long ago, to wander away to places unknown, a bird's heart would always do as it wants."''   
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== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi-Scafft, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a three part pendant containing a round diamond set between light and dark amethysts, a short layered ivory bloodlace dress wrapped with a dark leather underbust corset, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a mood ring, a lifesculpted wedding ring of silverwood leaves cradling an Elamiri rose and a pair of combat boots with lace-trimmed stockings peeking out over the top.

== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==

A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless, she watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go…she followed.

== <code>''Sister of My Heart''</code> ==

She was her home.[[File:river&cay.jpg|right|250px]] When the world didn't make sense or the days ran too long, it was her that she would come to to rest her spinning head.
Lost inside her thoughts, so often confused by the winged creature pounding inside her ribs, ''"Don't ever think you are alone here."'' said the girl with storms in her eyes and the wary girl knew she meant it.
They were both so young when they found each other, idealistic and full of wonder but very much alone.
She would collect broken people like abandoned toys, patching them up and loving them in her simple way, it was easy to find peace in her presence.
She was everything that the girl with sea-colored eyes thought a person should be, passionate, strong, protective, and oh so very wise.
If there was ever a question about how the world worked, she knew it and said it in simple words that made everything so clear.
In that clarity they were able to get through anything, all the joys and heartache a life of adventure could offer.

== <code>''Just a Human''</code> ==

[[File:Rivernuri.jpg|left|250px]]There was frenzy about him wherever he was, people wanted him to take notice in them and she was used to being noticed. She was a wild child and a free spirit, never one to shy away from the sun and he was masked in mystery, the strong and silent type.
She watched him for a moment, wondering what the fuss was about… ''“What –was- the fuss about?”'' She nibbled on her lip and gazed at him thoughtfully. ''“He’s just a human, an old one at that.”'' She thought to herself. ''“Always talking about theories…Men and their dreams”''
She rolled her sea-green eyes. ''“And you can almost smell the voodoo clinging to his copper skin.”'' wrinkling her nose. ''“Hrm, his eyes are pretty though…”'' gnawing on her lip some more, ''“almost the color of whiskey.”'' And it wasn’t long until she was drunk on the thought of him.
Soon her mind was spinning with his theories and he had twisted her dreams.
He’d taken the care-free girl and opened her eyes, filled them with purpose and a hunger for justice.
Her gypsy heart made a home in his world and she intended to stay with the fierce stubbornness of child who refuses to go to sleep, and by the time her tired eyes fluttered closed he was used to her being there....

....Like every child eventually grows to learn that life is a twisted and messy thing, the girl with the sea-green eyes eventually woke from her comfortable slumber with a feeling of hangover. Her gypsy heart set free to roam in the aftermath of crumbled dreams and scraps of love letters. She glanced down at her bony fingers, her hands felt so empty for the first time since swimming in those whiskey colored eyes. She squared her slender shoulders and willed her bare feet to cross the barren field of ash in search of a place in herself to call home.

== <code>''A Tale of a Gnome''</code> ==

[[File:riverwrite.jpg|left|250px]] He was like the sun took a living form and roamed the lands on two tiny feet.
Pattering through life, he was a curious mixture of contentment, wisdom, restlessness, and the carefreeness of a child.
Resisting his charm was like trying to breathe under water.
His dark eyes sparkled like fireflies in the night.
She had known him for as long as she could remember, his title maybe different, but his spirit always the same…Soothsayer, Nobleman, or Sneak, but
still always him. And she adored him.
He spent many of his days beside Lord Bazzington, causing mischief and mayhem, pew pew pewing all throughout the realms or devoting his time and effort to the great Eluned, with whom he was her flipper.
There was a buzz of excitement when he reached over and gently clasped your hand.
Where would this journey lead? Usually death, but it didn't seem to hurt as bad when you had tears from laughter rolling down your cheeks.

   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

<3

Qij

2016-07-03T18:34:49Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Qij
|status=a
|race=Gnome
|gender=Male
|instance=Prime
}}

--This page approved by Qij The Good One, the player of Qij, and all affiliates of Qij, Qurious Enterprises, CirQus Menagerie, and Quality Qompanionship"--
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== <code>''THE LOOK''</code> ==

You see Qij, a Gnome. 
Qij has dark eyes. His dark brown hair is short and thick, and is worn unkempt. He has smooth skin. 
He is tiny for a Gnome. 
He appears to be an adult. 
He is in good shape. 

He is wearing a pink coral medallion, a black mage's robe and a large primrose sack.

== <code>''THE DAY QIJ JOINED THE MOON MAGE GUILD......AGAIN''</code> ==

It has been 419 years, 259 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. 
It is the 7th month of Moliko the Balance in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare. 
It is currently fall and it is sunset. 
You're positive it's 12 roisaen before the Anlas of Phelim's Vigil.... 

You follow Qij southwest.

[Observatory, Third Level]
A soft sitting mat covers the floor entirely, save for a narrow strip of anti-color bordering starkly on all sides. Painted onto the crystal hemisphere, a detailed star diagram spreads over your head, marking the constellations and their positions at various times of the year. 
You also see the Guildleader Kssarh, an elegant silver stand with a guild register on it, a rounded archway and a tricolored scroll. 
Also here: Qij. 
Obvious exits: northeast, west. 

Qij nods to the Guildleader Kssarh.

Qij says, "So we meet again."

Qij says, "I have some conditions."

Kssarh glares at Qij as he stalks about his office.

Qij says, "As I believe I am of the utmost value to this guild."

Qij says, "And should you dare to not meet them."

Kssarh glowers at Qij and waves impatiently.

Qij says, "I shall take my talents back to the sewers."

Qij asks, "Am I understood?"

Qij gazes at the Guildleader Kssarh.

Qij nods to you.

You nod to Qij.

Qij says, "Leilanie, tell him my first condition."

Qij folds his arms across his chest.

You say, "Ummm..."

You fidget nervously.

Qij says, "It's ok."

Qij nods emphatically.

You hesitantly ask, "He, ummm....we wants to cause mayhem?"

Qij nods.

Qij says, "Yup."

Qij says, "And if you try to stop us..."

Qij shakes his head.

Qij says, "We walk."

Qij folds his arms across his chest.

Qij asks, "Ok?"

Qij says, "Second condition, LL."

Qij gestures at you.

Qij gazes at the Guildleader Kssarh.

You slowly ask, "He wants sweet peas to be readily available?"

Qij says, "Yup."

Qij says, "READILY."

Qij says, "Available."

Qij says, "If that's not something you can provide, then I question your guildleaderliness."

You say, "In an organic garden."

You nod emphatically.

Qij says, "Organic."

Qij says, "Or-Gan-Nick."

Qij says, "And tell him about the gidii."

Qij nods to you.

Qij gazes at the Guildleader Kssarh.

Qij folds his arms across his chest.

Qij leans over and whispers, "welcome at all guild affairs"

Qij leans over and whispers, "and moon mage functions"

You loudly exclaim, "The gidii is the new mascot!"

Qij says, "Exactly."

Qij nods emphatically.

You shake your fist!

Qij says, "I'll give you a moment to consider."

Qij says, "This is a serious affair."

Qij says, "Not like the last time."

Qij leans over and whispers, "do you think he gets it or should we head to the sewers"

Qij gazes thoughtfully at you.

You whisper to Qij, "I think he gets it, maybe"

Qij squints.

Qij leans over and whispers, "you're right. he's tough to read"

You smile at the Guildleader Kssarh, revealing the dimples in your cheeks.

Qij squints.

Qij smiles as Kssarh whispers something to him. After a few roisaen of glaring at each other, attempting to appear stern, they exchange a handshake and appear to relax.

Qij says, "Then it's settled."

You hum happily to yourself.

Kssarh bends over and hisses something at Qij.

Kssarh suddenly hauls off and slaps Qij upside the head!

You laugh!

You quickly clasp both hands over your mouth.

Qij dusts himself off.

Kssarh looks up at Qij and says something to him.

Qij adjusts his coral medallion.

Qij removes a pink coral medallion from his neck.

Qij hangs a pink coral medallion around his neck.

Qij snuggles up to the pink gidii, who tucks Qij under one wing.

Shaking in fear, the pink gidii runs in circles before finally figuring which direction to go. Honking loudly, it runs away.

Kssarh jabs Qij sharply in the chest.

Qij nods to the Guildleader Kssarh.

Qij says, "Yea yea."

Qij asks, "Where's my office going to be?"

Qij and Kssarh continue their conversation.

Qij asks, "Is that right?"

Kssarh extends a cupped hand to Qij for a moment.

Qij holds his hand up before his mouth and begins to cough, his shoulders shaking. Hope it's not contagious!

Kssarh whispers a few words in Qij's ear.

Kssarh glowers at Qij.

Kssarh smiles ever-so-slightly as he continues speaking to Qij.

Kssarh glowers at Qij.

Kssarh hisses a few angry words at Qij.

You hum to yourself.

Kssarh drops a book on a table and mutters a few choice words at Qij.

Qij nods emphatically.

Qij dusts himself off.

You follow Qij west.

== <code>''REASONS TO WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW TO REROLL''</code> ==

1. You have just enough strength to mess up someone's crafting script by dragging them to the wrong room. 
2. You have just enough stealth to set Evro on fire. 
3. You have just enough stealing to get a blueberry tart for Nebby. 
4. You have just enough magic to gate groups of people to Ratha against their will. 
5. You have just enough backstabbing to ruin Fahijeck's hunting trip. 
6. You have just enough evasion to hunt near Riverlynn and she's wearing your favorite pants. 
7. You have just enough discipline to machine-gun gweth. 
8. Your scripts work.

== <code> Qapers of The Qij </code> ==

You patter north, leading your group. 
[Orphanage, Playground] 
A large climbing structure juts out of an enormous sandbox that provides a relatively soft landing for any who make a misstep. A teeter-totter has been wedged down on the ground with a large block for safe travel in the dark. You also see a wooden swing. 
Also here: Pathfinder Kintryn and Ruven. 
Obvious paths: south. 
> 
You settle yourself on the wooden swing. 
> 
You push with your feet, causing the swing to sway from the branch with a rhythmic creaking noise. 
> 
You say, "Ok." 
> 
You say, "Tell me your problems." 
> 
You smile sweetly. 
> 
Kintryn quietly says, "Qij." 
> 
Kintryn quietly says, "So help me." 
> 
Ruven glances at you. 
> 
You exclaim, "I will!" 
You turn to face Ruven. 
< Moving in gracefully, you lob a senci spear at Ruven. Ruven completely fails to block with his targe. The spear lands a very heavy hit that barely pierces the skin to nick the chest, lightly stunning him. 
The spear falls to the ground! 
[You're solidly balanced and in superior position.] 
[Roundtime 3 sec.] 
 
Kintryn quietly says, "Grumble." 
 
----
 
You yell, "For Glory!" 
> 
Shenney says, "It is dark here, but you are my light." 
> 
You sling a senci spear off from over your shoulder. 
> 
You trace the Glyph of Light. 
 
A brief burst of pain wracks your body and your soul feels somewhat diminished. Slowly, five globes of light extrude from your fingertips and begin to glow brightly. 
 
The tiny balls of light swirl around you, darting around your body making your vision incredibly clear and lighting the area surrounding you. 
> 
Shenney gazes at you. 
> 
You clap your hands once in an august gesture of piety. 
A blazing golden light erupts from the depths of your soul! Pulsating with thin grey fractures, the glow soon spreads to the whole of your body and your spear. 
> 
Also here: a calmed Shenney and a calmed Transcendent Paladin Garthur. 
Obvious paths: southwest. 
> 
Shenney says to Garthur, "Qij is an awesome Paladin." 
> 
Shenney says to Garthur, "You should strive to emulate his light." 

----
 
Telutci asks, "Hmm?" 
>ambush slash 
You are unable to surprise Telutci with your sneak attack! 
You slip out of the shadows behind Telutci! Displaying controlled ferocity, you draw back before smoothly slicing at Telutci's leg with swift and elegant precision. 
 
A shriek of pain follows an abruptly terminated attempt to nurse his injured limb, and Telutci collapses to the ground! 
Telutci is stunned! 
[You're battered, solidly balanced and in dominating position.] 
Roundtime: 6 sec. 
 
* Driving in like an adept combatant, Telutci draws a haralun bastard sword at you. You badly fail to block with a small amber-scale shield with fitted seams. The sword lands a powerful strike that bites deeply into the left calf. 
[You're near death, very badly balanced with opponent in strong position.] 
> 

You see Telutci start to back off just as you lose consciousness. The challenge has been satisfied! 
 
>
Willing your presence to be but a brief ripple in the pool of perception, you still yourself to silence once again. 
 
>roll
[12:23:52 AM] Your mind hears Acerild thinking, "{faintly}" "way to let us down, qij" 
> 
You're unconscious. Try again later, when you're not. 
 
Vinjince says to you, "You owe me a new jelly bean." 
 
Redeth quietly asks, "Did he eat it?" 
 
Vinjince says to Redeth, "Yes." 
 
Telutci visibly churns with an inner rage! 
 
----
 
You pull Wealand close in a slow, lingering kiss. 
 
>release life 
You release your hold on Life. 
Your death cry echoes in your brain as it quickly dawns on you that you have just died! Already, you feel the tug of eternity upon your soul and you struggle to remain tied to this world. 
 
A chill crosses the surface of your soul as your remaining spiritual strength bleeds away steadily. You feel the eyes of the gods upon you and realize that none look upon you with favor. 
 
Your body will decay beyond its ability to hold your soul in 10 minutes. 
 
********************************************************************* 
Congratulations Qij! You just received an award for roleplaying! Don't forget to review the RPA verb for how to use your award. 
********************************************************************* 
 
SEND: [Melete] Keep up the good work, Qij. You're moving in the right direction. 
 
----

[12:07:52 AM] * Qij was just struck down! 
[12:08:10 AM] * Bazzo was just struck down! 
[12:08:16 AM] * Qij was just struck down! 
 
You yell, "This game is hard!" 

----
 
You patter north. 
[Wilds, Pine Needle Path] 
Birds dart in and out of the dense shrubbery here, calling to one another in cadences that are almost comprehendible. Responses seem to emanate from the wooden structure ahead, a timber building with ornately carved double doors, and seemingly without a roof. You also see a pile of branches, some braided grass, a waste bin and a tall wooden figure whose gaze seems to vigilantly scan the surroundings. 
Also here: the body of Death's Messenger Misstep who is lying down. 
Obvious paths: south. 
> 
A teal cloud eel glides in. 
> 
A milky cloud eel glides in. 
> 
An alabaster cloud eel glides in. 
> 
You say, "Looks like you had a big....nevermind." 
 
You hear the ghostly voice of Misstep say, "Help." 
 
You patter south. 
----

You whisper to Annieka, "HE IS INVISIBLE" 
You whisper to Annieka, "WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL" 
Annieka rubs her head. 
Annieka says to you, "Hush." 

----
 
You say, "I should just be an Empath. I get hurt too much to be a Commoner." 
 
Lalouisa says, "I get hurt to much for you not to be an empath Qij." 
 
Cashmere says to you, "Dont do it." 
 
Cashmere drops to her knees swooning from some incredible pain. 

----

> 
Digless just arrived.
 
You ask, "Oh hey, are you Digmo's brother?"
 
You ask, "If we get you a shovel, will your name change?" 
 
Digless drops his rock in a waste bin.

Qij

2016-07-03T16:56:52Z

RWYCKOFF:

Qij

2016-07-03T16:55:34Z

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Riverlynn

2016-07-02T17:17:58Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Riverlynn Razi
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Caidie, Enef
}}

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 ''"After all, a bird, though far from a lion was still a wild thing. It could not be caged and what’s more, it could not be counted on. Her own heart had been no different. She had set it free long ago, to wander away to places unknown, a bird's heart would always do as it wants."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi-Scafft, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a three part pendant containing a round diamond set between light and dark amethysts, a short layered ivory bloodlace dress wrapped with a dark leather underbust corset, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a mood ring, a lifesculpted wedding ring of silverwood leaves cradling an Elamiri rose and a pair of combat boots with lace-trimmed stockings peeking out over the top.

== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==

A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless, she watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go…she followed.

== <code>''Sister of My Heart''</code> ==

She was her home.[[File:river&cay.jpg|right|250px]] When the world didn't make sense or the days ran too long, it was her that she would come to to rest her spinning head.
Lost inside her thoughts, so often confused by the winged creature pounding inside her ribs, ''"Don't ever think you are alone here."'' said the girl with storms in her eyes and the wary girl knew she meant it.
They were both so young when they found each other, idealistic and full of wonder but very much alone.
She would collect broken people like abandoned toys, patching them up and loving them in her simple way, it was easy to find peace in her presence.
She was everything that the girl with sea-colored eyes thought a person should be, passionate, strong, protective, and oh so very wise.
If there was ever a question about how the world worked, she knew it and said it in simple words that made everything so clear.
In that clarity they were able to get through anything, all the joys and heartache a life of adventure could offer.

== <code>''Just a Human''</code> ==

[[File:Rivernuri.jpg|left|250px]]There was frenzy about him wherever he was, people wanted him to take notice in them and she was used to being noticed. She was a wild child and a free spirit, never one to shy away from the sun and he was masked in mystery, the strong and silent type.
She watched him for a moment, wondering what the fuss was about… ''“What –was- the fuss about?”'' She nibbled on her lip and gazed at him thoughtfully. ''“He’s just a human, an old one at that.”'' She thought to herself. ''“Always talking about theories…Men and their dreams”''
She rolled her sea-green eyes. ''“And you can almost smell the voodoo clinging to his copper skin.”'' wrinkling her nose. ''“Hrm, his eyes are pretty though…”'' gnawing on her lip some more, ''“almost the color of whiskey.”'' And it wasn’t long until she was drunk on the thought of him.
Soon her mind was spinning with his theories and he had twisted her dreams.
He’d taken the care-free girl and opened her eyes, filled them with purpose and a hunger for justice.
Her gypsy heart made a home in his world and she intended to stay with the fierce stubbornness of child who refuses to go to sleep, and by the time her tired eyes fluttered closed he was used to her being there....

....Like every child eventually grows to learn that life is a twisted and messy thing, the girl with the sea-green eyes eventually woke from her comfortable slumber with a feeling of hangover. Her gypsy heart set free to roam in the aftermath of crumbled dreams and scraps of love letters. She glanced down at her bony fingers, her hands felt so empty for the first time since swimming in those whiskey colored eyes. She squared her slender shoulders and willed her bare feet to cross the barren field of ash in search of a place in herself to call home.

== <code>''Picking Up the Pieces''</code> ==

Like slipping into your favorite sweater on a dreary and most awful day, she slipped into his arms. He had taught her comfort, protection, and all the kindness her ocean eyes had ever seen. He was uncomplicated in ways that made everything around him take on the same clarity. In the darkness his hand found hers. Strong and steady fingers intertwined with hers and it was like all the pieces that she had left scattered of herself on the floor were put back into place. Quietly, the human (not just any human) waited while she found herself and patiently he stood by as she worked on becoming whole. His slate grey eyes, like the color of solid and stable stone helped lay the foundation of a happiness that came easy, where even during the most dreary and awful days you can still feel his warmth.

== <code>''A Tale of a Gnome''</code> ==

[[File:riverwrite.jpg|left|250px]] He was like the sun took a living form and roamed the lands on two tiny feet.
Pattering through life, he was a curious mixture of contentment, wisdom, restlessness, and the carefreeness of a child.
Resisting his charm was like trying to breathe under water.
His dark eyes sparkled like fireflies in the night.
She had known him for as long as she could remember, his title maybe different, but his spirit always the same…Soothsayer, Nobleman, or Sneak, but
still always him. And she adored him.
He spent many of his days beside Lord Bazzington, causing mischief and mayhem, pew pew pewing all throughout the realms or devoting his time and effort to the great Eluned, with whom he was her flipper.
There was a buzz of excitement when he reached over and gently clasped your hand.
Where would this journey lead? Usually death, but it didn't seem to hurt as bad when you had tears from laughter rolling down your cheeks.

   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

<3

Riverlynn

2016-06-21T23:46:54Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Riverlynn Razi
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Caidie, Enef
}}

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 ''"After all, a bird, though far from a lion was still a wild thing. It could not be caged and what’s more, it could not be counted on. Her own heart had been no different. She had set it free long ago, to wander away to places unknown, a bird's heart would always do as it wants."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a three part pendant containing a round diamond set between light and dark amethysts, a short layered ivory bloodlace dress wrapped with a dark leather underbust corset, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a mood ring, a slim betrothal ring shaped from white Elven gold and a pair of combat boots with lace-trimmed stockings peeking out over the top.

== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==

A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless, she watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go…she followed.

== <code>''Sister of My Heart''</code> ==

She was her home.[[File:river&cay.jpg|right|250px]] When the world didn't make sense or the days ran too long, it was her that she would come to to rest her spinning head.
Lost inside her thoughts, so often confused by the winged creature pounding inside her ribs, ''"Don't ever think you are alone here."'' said the girl with storms in her eyes and the wary girl knew she meant it.
They were both so young when they found each other, idealistic and full of wonder but very much alone.
She would collect broken people like abandoned toys, patching them up and loving them in her simple way, it was easy to find peace in her presence.
She was everything that the girl with sea-colored eyes thought a person should be, passionate, strong, protective, and oh so very wise.
If there was ever a question about how the world worked, she knew it and said it in simple words that made everything so clear.
In that clarity they were able to get through anything, all the joys and heartache a life of adventure could offer.

== <code>''Just a Human''</code> ==

[[File:Rivernuri.jpg|left|250px]]There was frenzy about him wherever he was, people wanted him to take notice in them and she was used to being noticed. She was a wild child and a free spirit, never one to shy away from the sun and he was masked in mystery, the strong and silent type.
She watched him for a moment, wondering what the fuss was about… ''“What –was- the fuss about?”'' She nibbled on her lip and gazed at him thoughtfully. ''“He’s just a human, an old one at that.”'' She thought to herself. ''“Always talking about theories…Men and their dreams”''
She rolled her sea-green eyes. ''“And you can almost smell the voodoo clinging to his copper skin.”'' wrinkling her nose. ''“Hrm, his eyes are pretty though…”'' gnawing on her lip some more, ''“almost the color of whiskey.”'' And it wasn’t long until she was drunk on the thought of him.
Soon her mind was spinning with his theories and he had twisted her dreams.
He’d taken the care-free girl and opened her eyes, filled them with purpose and a hunger for justice.
Her gypsy heart made a home in his world and she intended to stay with the fierce stubbornness of child who refuses to go to sleep, and by the time her tired eyes fluttered closed he was used to her being there....

....Like every child eventually grows to learn that life is a twisted and messy thing, the girl with the sea-green eyes eventually woke from her comfortable slumber with a feeling of hangover. Her gypsy heart set free to roam in the aftermath of crumbled dreams and scraps of love letters. She glanced down at her bony fingers, her hands felt so empty for the first time since swimming in those whiskey colored eyes. She squared her slender shoulders and willed her bare feet to cross the barren field of ash in search of a place in herself to call home.

== <code>''Picking Up the Pieces''</code> ==

Like slipping into your favorite sweater on a dreary and most awful day, she slipped into his arms. He had taught her comfort, protection, and all the kindness her ocean eyes had ever seen. He was uncomplicated in ways that made everything around him take on the same clarity. In the darkness his hand found hers. Strong and steady fingers intertwined with hers and it was like all the pieces that she had left scattered of herself on the floor were put back into place. Quietly, the human (not just any human) waited while she found herself and patiently he stood by as she worked on becoming whole. His slate grey eyes, like the color of solid and stable stone helped lay the foundation of a happiness that came easy, where even during the most dreary and awful days you can still feel his warmth.

== <code>''A Tale of a Gnome''</code> ==

[[File:riverwrite.jpg|left|250px]] He was like the sun took a living form and roamed the lands on two tiny feet.
Pattering through life, he was a curious mixture of contentment, wisdom, restlessness, and the carefreeness of a child.
Resisting his charm was like trying to breathe under water.
His dark eyes sparkled like fireflies in the night.
She had known him for as long as she could remember, his title maybe different, but his spirit always the same…Soothsayer, Nobleman, or Sneak, but
still always him. And she adored him.
He spent many of his days beside Lord Bazzington, causing mischief and mayhem, pew pew pewing all throughout the realms or devoting his time and effort to the great Eluned, with whom he was her flipper.
There was a buzz of excitement when he reached over and gently clasped your hand.
Where would this journey lead? Usually death, but it didn't seem to hurt as bad when you had tears from laughter rolling down your cheeks.

   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

<3

Leilanie

2016-06-13T21:49:06Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Leilanie Meridar
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Empath
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Aylay
}}

<blockquote>
 ''Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly" Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ''   
</blockquote>

[[File:leila.png|center|650px]]

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Healer Leilanie Meridar, Hodierna's Hand of Elanthia, an Elf.

Leilanie has a sweet oval face with rosy cheeks, pointed ears, gold-flecked ale-brown eyes and a classical nose. Her honey hair is long and curly, and is worn in an intricate braid threaded with an ornate silversteel chain twined with pale mistglass Elamiri roses and allowed to fall over one shoulder. She has porcelain skin and a curvaceous figure. 
She is average height for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her shoulder has a tattoo of silver butterflies perched upon misty blue wildflowers and flora that spread out amongst a sweeping meadow. 

She is wearing a shiny Elven silver chain suspending a colorful mountain agate carnation, a beautifully draped Elven wool cloak edged with delicately crafted cream-colored horses, a simple ivory silk corset embroidered with pale blue flowers, a bronze unicorn ring, a tyrium suitor's token ring with a violet aeschelich showcased by a scaled design, a full brown skirt with a wide leather belt and some brown suede riding boots.

== <code>''Daydream''</code> ==

Sitting quietly in the meadow making daisy chains, the protection of her mother never too far off, her ale-colored eyes glinting in the sun and daydreams nestled in her honey curls, she was at peace. Her body had known physical pain while her heart remained unscathed, her healing hands now busy with the task of looping the stems of colorful flowers together, creating a simple crown. Tying off the ends, she placed the finish product on her lap and leaned back, absorbing the warmth of the day. Her eyelids grew heavy, her eyelashes taking a moment to rest upon her cheeks. She dreamed… 
He was a strong man. Golden locks softening the obvious strength of his square set jaw. Deep blue eyes, like crystal clear oasis, piercingly focused at the task before him. Scars traced across the tanned desert of his skin, trophies of battles survived. Gently she placed her hand on his shoulder, closing her gold-flecked eyes she focused her will to ease his pain.

== <code>''Artists' Work''</code> ==

The paper is painted with: A quickly penned sketch of a young woman, her elven braid revealing pointed ears before her hair cascades down the back of her bodice in long curls. She stands with pride, her curvaceous figure adorned in a simple elven attire is worn like a uniform beneath her metal armor. Amongst the numerous pieces of jewelry that she wears, one in particular stands out, a button that reads Beautician "On-duty". -Drawn by Xixist

The paper is painted with: The entire page is covered in a riot of fabulous colors, the scene depicted one of fantastical merriment overloaded with glitter. A honey haired Elven maiden sits astride a sparkling snow white unicorn, the gentle steed standing within a lush garden dominated by flowering rose bushes in a variety of twinkling pastel hues. Butterflies flit happily around the page, the bright insects perched on slender leaves or captured sipping nectar from the glittery blooms. Smiling brightly, the Elf's warm ale-brown eyes shine with flecks of real gold as she gazes at the tiny butterfly resting in the cupped palms of her hands. Scrawled beneath the scene is the title: Leilanie, A Gentle Heart Soaring On Gossamer Wings. Signed below is Sesi Hart's signature dotted with a tiny heart.

The paper is painted with: A peaceful meadow holds the colors of early spring, tufts of pale green peek out from the dried grasses that winter snows once crushed. Near the center, a leafless butterfly bush stands, laden with gold-tinted cocoons. Seated beside it, a fair-skinned Elven woman with braided honey-hued hair sits with one hand just below a newly burst chrysalis. A gown of ebony-trimmed azure duchess satin drapes around her like the tucked wings of a butterfly, providing a perfect backdrop for the intricately enameled wings on her platinum necklace. On the branch, the fragile insect has just opened its violet-tinted wings to the sun's caress. A line of script along the bottom of the page reds, Leilanie offers her healing hand to a new friend.
Along the bottom of the paper, you notice, Author: Vaniotte

   

<3

Riverlynn

2016-06-12T18:46:52Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Riverlynn Razi
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Caidie, Enef
}}

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 ''"After all, a bird, though far from a lion was still a wild thing. It could not be caged and what’s more, it could not be counted on. Her own heart had been no different. She had set it free long ago, to wander away to places unknown, a bird's heart would always do as it wants."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a three part pendant containing a round diamond set between light and dark amethysts, a short layered ivory bloodlace dress wrapped with a dark leather underbust corset, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a mood ring, a slim betrothal ring shaped from white Elven gold and a pair of combat boots with lace-trimmed stockings peeking out over the top.

== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==

A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless, she watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go…she followed.

== <code>''Just a Human''</code> ==

[[File:Rivernuri.jpg|left|250px]]There was frenzy about him wherever he was, people wanted him to take notice in them and she was used to being noticed. She was a wild child and a free spirit, never one to shy away from the sun and he was masked in mystery, the strong and silent type.
She watched him for a moment, wondering what the fuss was about… ''“What –was- the fuss about?”'' She nibbled on her lip and gazed at him thoughtfully. ''“He’s just a human, an old one at that.”'' She thought to herself. ''“Always talking about theories…Men and their dreams”''
She rolled her sea-green eyes. ''“And you can almost smell the voodoo clinging to his copper skin.”'' wrinkling her nose. ''“Hrm, his eyes are pretty though…”'' gnawing on her lip some more, ''“almost the color of whiskey.”'' And it wasn’t long until she was drunk on the thought of him.
Soon her mind was spinning with his theories and he had twisted her dreams.
He’d taken the care-free girl and opened her eyes, filled them with purpose and a hunger for justice.
Her gypsy heart made a home in his world and she intended to stay with the fierce stubbornness of child who refuses to go to sleep, and by the time her tired eyes fluttered closed he was used to her being there....

....Like every child eventually grows to learn that life is a twisted and messy thing, the girl with the sea-green eyes eventually woke from her comfortable slumber with a feeling of hangover. Her gypsy heart set free to roam in the aftermath of crumbled dreams and scraps of love letters. She glanced down at her bony fingers, her hands felt so empty for the first time since swimming in those whiskey colored eyes. She squared her slender shoulders and willed her bare feet to cross the barren field of ash in search of a place in herself to call home.

== <code>''Sister of My Heart''</code> ==

She was her home.[[File:river&cay.jpg|right|250px]] When the world didn't make sense or the days ran too long, it was her that she would come to to rest her spinning head.
Lost inside her thoughts, so often confused by the winged creature pounding inside her ribs, ''"Don't ever think you are alone here."'' said the girl with storms in her eyes and the wary girl knew she meant it.
They were both so young when they found each other, idealistic and full of wonder but very much alone.
She would collect broken people like abandoned toys, patching them up and loving them in her simple way, it was easy to find peace in her presence.
She was everything that the girl with sea-colored eyes thought a person should be, passionate, strong, protective, and oh so very wise.
If there was ever a question about how the world worked, she knew it and said it in simple words that made everything so clear.
In that clarity they were able to get through anything, all the joys and heartache a life of adventure could offer.

== <code>''A Tale of a Gnome''</code> ==

[[File:riverwrite.jpg|left|250px]] He was like the sun took a living form and roamed the lands on two tiny feet.
Pattering through life, he was a curious mixture of contentment, wisdom, restlessness, and the carefreeness of a child.
Resisting his charm was like trying to breathe under water.
His dark eyes sparkled like fireflies in the night.
She had known him for as long as she could remember, his title maybe different, but his spirit always the same…Soothsayer, Nobleman, or Sneak, but
still always him. And she adored him.
He spent many of his days beside Lord Bazzington, causing mischief and mayhem, pew pew pewing all throughout the realms or devoting his time and effort to the great Eluned, with whom he was her flipper.
There was a buzz of excitement when he reached over and gently clasped your hand.
Where would this journey lead? Usually death, but it didn't seem to hurt as bad when you had tears from laughter rolling down your cheeks.

   

{{cat|Player Mountain Elf}}

<3

Aylay

2016-05-10T06:30:40Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Aylay Meridar
|race=Human
|guild=Ranger
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Thanlon, Zoi, Leilanie
}}

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 ''"She found her way back to herself, and then a little beyond."''   
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 

== <code>''Description''</code> ==
You see Woodland Shadow Aylay Meridar, a Human. [[File:aylay1.jpg|right|250px]]
She has slightly pointed ears and sparkling brown eyes. Her golden hair is long and curly, and is worn loose. She has tanned skin. 
She appear to be an adult. 
Her right hip has a tattoo of a wispy white-haired fae with outstretched dragonfly-like wings settled atop a fluffy white dandelion. 

She is holding a kertig straight-edged huntress scimitar with an icesteel hilt and twisted ivy inlay in her right hand. 
She is wearing a dull serpent earcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a clinging doeskin dress trimmed with beaded eagle feathers, an ebonwood shadow huntress' wristcuff inlaid with translucent icesteel vines, some glossy golden zills, a worn fur pouch with a sleek otter-head cover flap inset with cambrinth eyes and some earthen brown boots twined with verdant leafy vines.

== <code>''The Earthquake''</code> ==

Sparkling large brown eyes, not unlike a doe, gazed at the world around her. [[File:aylayshh.jpg|left|250px]] Elanthia had crumpled around her in a moment of chaos. Shaken, she could slowly feel the land calm around her; it was almost as if the wind whispered to her that she need not be afraid, and in the peace of the forest she wasn’t. Alone in moccasin covered feet, she followed the path that lay out before her, and she followed as the trees began to thin and the quiet hum of nature dulled and the bustle of city began to fill her with a quiet anxiety. She inhaled one last breath of fresh air and mustered up all the bravery she could and stepped beyond the comfort she had known. She wandered along the paved streets silently, the ground unforgiving beneath her feet; everything about this place was hard. She stood out- sun kissed skin, leaves in her golden curls, small pointed ears like a pixie’s. The young girl’s heart began to panic, everything was so unnatural. Her feet urged her to run, but something in her heart beckoned her to stay. Her eye caught sight of a familiar face; the sleek black wolf ran up alongside her, nuzzling his head into the young girl’s side. She reached a hand down; nails dirty from a life spent one with the earth, and pet the wild soul. The wolf took a few steps forward and turned around expectedly gazing at her and with a silent exchange she followed.

   

<3

Enef

2016-05-04T01:24:01Z

RWYCKOFF:

{{PC
|name=Enef Scafft
|race=Human
|gender=Male
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Riverlynn
}}

==Appearance==
You see Enef Scafft, a Human. 
Enef has an angular face, deep-set grey eyes and an aquiline nose. His black hair is long and thick, and is worn untamed. He has pale skin and a lean build. 
He is tall for a Human. 
He appears to be middle-aged. 
His forearm has a tattoo of a rended and fleshy wound exposing battered steel and gears rather than bones and sinew. 
He is in good shape. 

He is wearing a red and black plaid flannel shirt, a pair of tan overalls styled with a multitude of deep pockets and some loosely-tied cracked leather workboots with frayed laces.

==Misc==
Murderer of [[Arilana]].

User talk:RWYCKOFF

2016-05-03T15:48:34Z

RWYCKOFF: /* Character Page */

==Character Page==
Hello. We're doing a clean up of character pages. You currently have the player character template in use on [[User:RWYCKOFF/Sandbox]]. The user pages are meant to be about the player and for your 'wiki editing needs', and you can have separate character pages named like your character. So there should be a separate page named [[Caidie]] with that information on it. If you'd like, I can move it over for you. As it's set up currently with the template, your user page displays in lists like the [[:Category:Player Characters|list of player characters]] and various other pages. Moving it will not change any of the content on it. --[[User:GAMERGIRL151|GAMERGIRL151]] ([[User talk:GAMERGIRL151|talk]]) 03:18, 3 May 2016 (CDT)

Hey, I just went ahead and deleted it. I was using it as an editing page and after I made the character page, I forgot to delete it here. Thanks!

==Possible copyright issue==
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The leil.jpg was deleted already by Rwyckoff. However just to be clear the other pictures on this page I created from a program and other things i purchased in order to create them --[[User:THISACCOUNT|THISACCOUNT]] ([[User talk:THISACCOUNT|talk]]) 12:12, 22 September 2015 (CDT)
:Okay. Could you add a little blurb like 'This image created by and used with permission of [[User:THISACCOUNT]]' or something to each picture. Thanks!--[[User:ABSOLON|ABSOLON]] ([[User talk:ABSOLON|talk]]) 14:07, 22 September 2015 (CDT)
::<s>Sorry to bug you again, but it looks like I wasn't entirely clear. The new file you uploaded Aylay.jpg is done correctly with the blurb on the page itself rather than in the comments of the edit. Since it's there in the comments, I'll go ahead and fix it for you since there's a paper-trail of sorts now but for future images do what you did with Aylay.jpg.</s> (Also make sure you include <nowiki>[[Category:Images]]</nowiki> in the edit box when uploading an image file. The instructions for this are at the top of the upload page.) Cheers!--[[User:ABSOLON|ABSOLON]] ([[User talk:ABSOLON|talk]]) 16:20, 22 September 2015 (CDT)
::Actually scratch that. It actually looks fine the way it is. I'll still fix the image categories for you though.--[[User:ABSOLON|ABSOLON]] ([[User talk:ABSOLON|talk]]) 16:21, 22 September 2015 (CDT)

User:RWYCKOFF/Sandbox

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Riverlynn

2016-05-01T20:39:39Z

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{{PC
|name=Riverlynn Razi
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=Caidie, Enef
}}

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 ''"After all, a bird, though far from a lion was still a wild thing. It could not be caged and what’s more, it could not be counted on. Her own heart had been no different. She had set it free long ago, to wander away to places unknown, a bird's heart would always do as it wants."''   
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== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Riverlynn Razi, Night of Elanthia, an Elf. [[File:riverpic.jpg|right|200px]]

Riverlynn has pointed ears, a pair of silver spectacles with rectangular lenses that accents thick-lashed sea green eyes and a small nose. Her rich mocha brown hair is hip-length and unruly, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over her shoulders. She has fair skin and a delicately thin figure. 
She is quite petite for an Elf. 
She appears to be young. 
Her right wrist has a tattoo of a gentleman white rabbit drinking tea from a fine porcelein cup. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a three part pendant containing a round diamond set between light and dark amethysts, a short layered ivory bloodlace dress wrapped with a dark leather underbust corset, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a mood ring, a slim betrothal ring shaped from white Elven gold and a pair of combat boots with lace-trimmed stockings peeking out over the top.

== <code>''Come With Me''</code> ==

A young girl emerged from the shadows, alone but unafraid. Thick lashes frame eyes the color of the sea, wild masses of dark curls falling in her face. She blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light, tucking her hair behind pointed ears with her bony fingers. She made her way through crowds of people, a scrawny girl, all but defenseless, she watched as sparks flew from finger tips, strangers murmuring words under their breath or chanting at the sky while unnatural things occurred all around, wounds vanishing from skin with just a touch, the dead being raised in the streets, eyes focused on things her eyes could not see. In a situation that would give birth to fear in most, she was only curious. Moseying through the dark alleys of town, she stumbled upon a beggar; he beckoned her with a smile and a wink. Looking her over closely he said, ''“We aren’t so different, you and me.”'' She raised an eyebrow in his direction, not certain of what he meant. ''“The only magic we possess, is the magic we make others believe we have,”'' and with the wave of his an empty hand by the side of her face, she closed her eyes with an involuntary flinch only for a second and when she opened them a gold coin rests in his palm. ''“Come with me, child.”'' He said as he slipped into the darkness, looking around and finding nowhere else to go…she followed.

== <code>''Just a Human''</code> ==

[[File:Rivernuri.jpg|left|250px]]There was frenzy about him wherever he was, people wanted him to take notice in them and she was used to being noticed. She was a wild child and a free spirit, never one to shy away from the sun and he was masked in mystery, the strong and silent type.
She watched him for a moment, wondering what the fuss was about… ''“What –was- the fuss about?”'' She nibbled on her lip and gazed at him thoughtfully. ''“He’s just a human, an old one at that.”'' She thought to herself. ''“Always talking about theories…Men and their dreams”''
She rolled her sea-green eyes. ''“And you can almost smell the voodoo clinging to his copper skin.”'' wrinkling her nose. ''“Hrm, his eyes are pretty though…”'' gnawing on her lip some more, ''“almost the color of whiskey.”'' And it wasn’t long until she was drunk on the thought of him.
Soon her mind was spinning with his theories and he had twisted her dreams.
He’d taken the care-free girl and opened her eyes, filled them with purpose and a hunger for justice.
Her gypsy heart made a home in his world and she intended to stay with the fierce stubbornness of child who refuses to go to sleep, and by the time her tired eyes fluttered closed he was used to her being there....

....Like every child eventually grows to learn that life is a twisted and messy thing, the girl with the sea-green eyes eventually woke from her comfortable slumber with a feeling of hangover. Her gypsy heart set free to roam in the aftermath of crumbled dreams and scraps of love letters. She glanced down at her bony fingers, her hands felt so empty for the first time since swimming in those whiskey colored eyes. She squared her slender shoulders and willed her bare feet to cross the barren field of ash in search of a place in herself to call home.

== <code>''Sister of My Heart''</code> ==

She was her home.[[File:river&cay.jpg|right|250px]] When the world didn't make sense or the days ran too long, it was her that she would come to to rest her spinning head.
Lost inside her thoughts, so often confused by the winged creature pounding inside her ribs, ''"Don't ever think you are alone here."'' said the girl with storms in her eyes and the wary girl knew she meant it.
They were both so young when they found each other, idealistic and full of wonder but very much alone.
She would collect broken people like abandoned toys, patching them up and loving them in her simple way, it was easy to find peace in her presence.
She was everything that the girl with sea-colored eyes thought a person should be, passionate, strong, protective, and oh so very wise.
If there was ever a question about how the world worked, she knew it and said it in simple words that made everything so clear.
In that clarity they were able to get through anything, all the joys and heartache a life of adventure could offer.

== <code>''A Tale of a Gnome''</code> ==

[[File:riverwrite.jpg|left|250px]] He was like the sun took a living form and roamed the lands on two tiny feet.
Pattering through life, he was a curious mixture of contentment, wisdom, restlessness, and the carefreeness of a child.
Resisting his charm was like trying to breathe under water.
His dark eyes sparkled like fireflies in the night.
She had known him for as long as she could remember, his title maybe different, but his spirit always the same…Soothsayer, Nobleman, or Sneak, but
still always him. And she adored him.
He spent many of his days beside Lord Bazzington, causing mischief and mayhem, pew pew pewing all throughout the realms or devoting his time and effort to the great Eluned, with whom he was her flipper.
There was a buzz of excitement when he reached over and gently clasped your hand.
Where would this journey lead? Usually death, but it didn't seem to hurt as bad when you had tears from laughter rolling down your cheeks.

   

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Maxwelinski

2016-04-30T00:58:54Z

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== Description ==
{{PC
|name=Maxwelinski Dejacque
|status=a
|race=Rakash
|gender=Male
|guild=Bard
|instance=The one with all the people in it.
|relat=Prinie
}}
Maxwelinski Dejacque, a Rakash.
He has a classically chiseled face, reflective sage-green eyes and a fine straight nose. His dark golden brown hair is short and perpetually disheveled, and is worn untamed. He has lightly bronzed skin and a lean, well-defined build. 
He is tall for a Rakash. 
He is a pack hunter. 

[[File:Maxmoon.jpg|thumb|250px|left|Maxwelinski Dejacque, by [[Riverlynn]] ]]

Maxwelinski Dejacque, a Rakash.
He has a compact and copiously wrinkled square face, reflective sage-green eyes and a pair of raised and rounded ears offset by a short and blunted muzzle. He has a fawn and white-chested coat with black masking, a stubby tail and a lean and well-defined build. 
He is tall for a Rakash. 
He is a pack hunter. 

== The Story ==
[[File:Max_by_finnbar_tan.jpg|thumb|350px|right|Maxwelinski Dejacque, by [[Finnbar]] ]]
When a Rakash in his prime arrived in the province of Zoluren one day, no one noticed. It's a big province with a big city, The Crossing. If you had asked him where he came from, he might tell you he was raised by wolves. Yes, literal wolves. He insists. It isn't self-depreciating Rakash humor. That's his story.

Abandoned at the young age of 23, his cruel parents left him on a hill to die. Despite his cries - “Ma, Pa, No! I'll get a job!” - he was condemned to exposure. If not for a kindly pack of wolves, he may very well have died. For the next ten years his adopted family nourished him. He relied upon the teat of the wolf to survive. A mere babe.

He survived, but the wolves did not. It had been ten years, you know. They died of old age. Wolves don't live that long. It was 419 when he stumbled out of the forest and found himself on the Northern Trade Route.

Lacking education, skills and the ability to speak beyond rudimentary grunts he set out to make his fortune. He needed to make a living. Get that food. That wolf milk, if you will. He was hungry.

The first guild he came across was that of the Warrior Mages. There he met the big guy, Gauthus. The boss. He was about to introduce himself when Gauthus blurted something out.

“You like killin' things?!”

“W-what things?” Max was rattled.

“You know. Just anything. Killin' is fun.”

Being a Warrior Mage was not for him. Gauthus clearly had something wrong with him. Max left. And as he reflected on the multitude of Warrior Mages outside of the guild, foraging and braiding wild grasses into intricate and useful tools, he wondered how different they were from Gauthus inside. They seemed to be dedicated artisans.

He stumbled into the city of The Crossing, through it's famed Northeast Gate. It wasn't long before he was at the Paladins' Guild. There he met Verika Kennelworth, Paladin Representative. A Rakash, like himself.

“This guild is not for the weak of heart, it is not for the weakl…”

Katamba peaked over the horizon. They both fell to the ground, mid-speech, writhing. Max drooled a little. Moonskin. When he stood up, he and Verika gave each other that look. The morning look of a stranger in your bed. The look of a decision you immediately regret. Shame.

He turned and he walked right out the door, without saying another word. The Paladins weren't for him, either.

After a brief stroll up Magen Road he encountered the Empaths' Guild. He produced a delicate red bird from a small pocket. It wasn't moving. Prydaens lurked.

“Can anyone heal my bird?”

No one responded. He raised his bird high into the air for everyone to see. These Empaths didn't seem to care. He dropped the dead bird and went to leave. When he paused to look back he noticed a slim Prydaen snatch the dead bird up with a cat-like swipe, toss it into the air, and devour it in a few quick bites. All in a quick, practiced motion. Salvur Siksa pointed and laughed. This had happened before.

This Empaths weren't the guild for him, either. But they seemed less awkward than the Paladins.

Just as he stepped out the door, he saw a surprisingly short Elven girl head to the south. He moved to follow, seeing her enter the city's headquarters for the Barbarians' Guild. Then, a distraction.

“Pssssst. Wanna try a dusssk berry?”

A lizard-like creature hissed at him. It was a S'Kra Mur. The S'Kra had a black longcoat and was holding it open with one hand. Stitched into the lining were little pouches filled to the brim with assorted berries, fruits, stems, leaves, herbs and mushrooms. A few seemed to be in powdered form.

“What's a dusk berry?”

“Drop berriessss, not boltssss.”

Max shrugged. This was unintelligible. He took one anyway.

…

“Congratulations, Maxwelinski! You're ready to train for your next rank!” An old Bard was howling shrilly into his face. He winced at the sound. His head hurt. Reflexively he reached into the inner pocket of his coat, produced a small berry and popped it into his mouth.

“What rank is that?”

“Just keep playing instruments.” She frowned.

He stumbled out of the building, but immediately leaned up against the brick facade next to the door. His heart was beating fast. Panic. He rifled through his pockets. A passport to Velaka. Maxwelinski Dejacque. That sounded familiar. He relaxed. Now highly tolerant to the sedative effect of the dusk berry, he merely calmed the hell down. An Elf with the cutest freakin' nose came around the corner, walked up to him and held his hand. They stood silently, calmly. And he remembered.

It was the day the shady S'Kra had pulled him to the side. He had taken something. He heard music coming from a nearby building. It sounded like a bar. He sat down and ordered a drink. The barmaid lectured on and on about what he thought were Elven beers and Toggish grogs. He nodded sleepily and stared at her with a blank expression. His mind wandered to the surprisingly short Elf.

“Just sign here, here, and here if you want to JOIN.” The barmaid had a desperate, severe tone.

He signed, or rather he drew a crude X on the paper. He was taken aside to swear an oath. And then he was taught how to cast a magical spell.

In retrospect it ''was'' a lot of bureaucracy just to get a beer.