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  9. Posted

    2 hours ago, Visaerys said:

    Safe yourself the trouble and time. Big cities always fail because they're too big for this server. Sorry to be the bringer of bad news.

    Since server lacks any real active phase right now I don't understand why you would say that. Server needs active roleplay, and since everyone here has the phase mentality around here, there needs to be a big, open, active phase ((Light's harbour)) and there'll be RP. Why not give it a chance?

  11. Posted

    4 hours ago, Vojtik said:

    Whenever someone like Glaeweth is just killed in one sentence ... "Yeah, sure."

    Good story, poor prince.

    I don't want my events to feel like they evolve around my characters, I think everyone has more passion and more fun if everyone feels connected and part of the story, just not feeding the DM's fantasies. But thank you!

  14. Posted · Edited by Romeo

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    The Death of a Prince

     

    In the creaky nature of the wild death and life live together in a cycle that really wasn't bothered by any other force in the world. Ashenvale was no different; holding countless lives in it's dense, untamed woods. Many who had sheltered here knew the dangers of what the kaldorei call the 'pike forest' - it's populace growing and continuesly growing more and more hostile towards outside faces since the orcish invasions and burnings with machine. Those non-elvish creatures that dared their way too deep into these sanctuaries would find themselves and their friends as bones upon the grass, and that's if the guardians there were merciful. Less kind elves left not even the bones as warning. Regardless, in this current state of Ashenvale, tensions could not have been greater. Multiple factions, powerful people were involved in claiming whatever there was to claim in this unkept jungle of treasures and ruin. One of these usurpers was Prince Aornar, an azsharean fanatic that remained unknown and sheltered from the outside world for the longest time. His struggle, like all the princely highborne, was that he could not share anything. His little dominion, in the shape of a crooked tower somewhere in Ashenvale, was expanding rapidly and he refused entrance to anyone who wasn't part of his 'people'; whoever these now were. Shielded behind a magical gate that could not be bent open, prince Aornar resided, plotting devilishly like the highborne usually did. That was until Glaeweth came.

    Glaeweth, an equally greedy kingpin wanting to lead in the thick of this jungle, knew the highborne from thousands of years back. Her servitude to the highborne then gave her security that the highborne, this prince; held powers she needed. In the creaky nature of the wild death and life live together in a cycle that really wasn't bothered by any other force in the world. So Glaeweth rallied what she needed, her trustworthy gauntlet-human Ephrael, and took it upon herself to murder the highborne and seize what was his. Unfortunately, Glaeweth was arrogant and foolish thinking a prince would ever be truly alone. So when the witch came knocking upon his gates - what came out was the surprise summoning of none other than lady Cassida Nightweaver and her elite, refusing the prince's death. A battle ensured between highborne and lowborne, but ultimately, Glaeweth was defeated and believed murdered by the hands of the azshara-praising highborne. The prince faded with the battle as well, with reports claiming a nameless shadow coming upon him that not even the highborne could understand. Either how, Ashenvale was in panic.

    The good crone of the forest and her supposed death led her sisters and brothers in her clan, the feylings, to openly declare war against the highborne who wear the colours of nightweaver. The silverwing sentinels, officials underneath Darnassus, have also pledged themselves to eradicate the last of these Azshara loyalists. Word spread to Darnassus, and thusly the rest of the alliance of this strange occuring. Tyrande shifts in her seat, the wild gods stare with puzzled eyes at the burning world, and warcraft was imminent. Either way, as things go now - trouble was brewing, the harsch introduction the highborne met by traditionalist kaldorei in elf lands now grew outright hostile; and highborne were once again placed in the moral position of dirt. The long night of the witch was over, and this was the death of a prince.


    oo6SfTF.png The Feyling Clan

  15. Posted

    Granted. But you die not because you were blessed you die because you were a giant, and thor smite you down because of that.

     

    Your remains become the earth in Valhalla. You lose.

     

    I wish I had powers beyond imagination.

  25. Posted

    Welcome to the server Posia! I love your art. A uniqueness to it that screams artistic style, awesome talent!!

    If you have any questions regarding anything I'd totally help you out, im online on Glaeweth most of the time but if you got some random questions, message me on forums and I'll try to help you out. GL&HF

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